Epilogue
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Author's Note:

I want to extend my gratitude to all of you my lovely readers who supported this story since Book 1 (The Student Council's Secret) up to the Book 2. I really had fun writing for you for almost a year, being ChanBaek as my sole inspiration why we came this far. Thank you to all of you who waited for me and believed in me. I'm not here if it weren't for you.

It might be the end of the story but this is not the goodbye, as long as there's ChanBaek. I will continue to exist.

The Epilogue is long so prepare yourselves and make sure you have a strong heart, and as always, enjoy reading!

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One.

Two.

Three.

Four---

He's already lost count.

He's been tired counting how many times he's been going back and forth. Thinking about him, worrying--- it's driving him insane. It seems like he's about to go crazy, every hour, every minute, every second passing by. Knowing Baekhyun's finally here but not seeing him in flesh, not feeling him breathe, feels like torture. What's more hurting is that, he can't do something about the situation. This is not what's supposed to happen. This is not what he has planned.

Where the hell are you.

I miss you so much.

I just want to... See you.

"Chanyeol."

He raises his head slowly towards the gentle voice, still in a praying position with his elbows resting above his knees. He hasn't got any sleep, even a single blink, ever since Baekhyun went missing. The woman can sense it through him, that he's tired and restless.

And broken.

"Do you want to hold her?"

Chanyeol closes his eyes, then shakes his head quietly. "No."

"Why not?"

"I might break her bones or something."

His mother chuckles lightly. "She got her eyes from her Daddy."

"Then she's ugly."

"Hey!" A light hit on his arm. "Don't speak of your niece like that."

The other side of him says he shouldn't be wasting time sitting here like a complete moron, that he must be out there searching for Baekhyun nonstop. But the other side of him still says he should join the rest of them inside, that he should welcome the new member of their family.

A warm hand squeezes his arm. He looks up to her, hesitantly.

"Are you still worried about him?"

Of course, he is. Being worried is an understatement. This is the first time that they parted ways, especially in a foreign country, and he feels just like dying. The question sounds ridiculous but he knows his mother just wants to relate to him, even just a little bit.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Chanyeol says. "It's all my fault..."

"Don't worry, Chanyeol. I'm sure your friend will somehow find his way here..."

"What? He's not my friend," Chanyeol clenches his fist. "For how many times do I have to tell you?"

"I know you've been through a lot, dear. Just like what your father said, you will soon realize that your feelings for this person is not romantic love---"

"Mother, please stop. I don't want to hear this from you again," Chanyeol says. "There's no point in explaining because you won't understand it anyway."

"I understand you. I know you're just confused over things and you need help."

"I don't fucking need any help nor understanding," he stands up and wears his jacket while Mrs. Park looks up to him worriedly.

"Then what do you need?"

"I need acceptance," Chanyeol answers. "Why can't you just do that?"

She sighs, indicating she gives up, just for now. Chanyeol is tired as well to even argue.

"Where are you going?" His mother asks. "It's already dawn and we're heading back home."

"I'm going to find him," Chanyeol mutters, "And I'll prove to you that you are wrong."

"Chanyeol."

He doesn't look back.

Maybe the too much caffeine he took is finally kicking in. He feels panicky, heavy, and anxious. The increased palpitations of his heart make him uneasy, unabling him to focus on driving. It's 3am in the morning and his senses are too sensitive, he hears everything and sees everything.

He hears the engine of few vehicles running smoothly along the highway. He hears the soft music playing on the stereo. He hears Baekhyun's gentle voice and cheerful laughs, and he sees his beautiful smile in his mind, making his heart clench.

He hears everything and sees everything.

Except from the truck that is driving across the road.

The headlights are too blinding.

"Fuck!"

He immediately swerves the car away, tires screeching loud, while the driver of the truck blows his horn furiously at him. He almost crashed into another car if it weren't for his fast reflex. He steps on the brakes hard, coming into a sudden halt beside the road.

His head is throbbing.

"Shit," Chanyeol mutters to himself as he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the building fear in his chest. He thought he's gonna get into an accident. He thought he's not gonna see him again.

"Pull yourself together!" He angrily bangs his head against the stirring wheel and curses himself, and even the self-inflicting pain couldn't make the situation any better.

Everything's just so fucked up from the start.

He just wants to see Baekhyun.

He just wants to see his face and touch him once again, hear his soothing voice, hold his gentle hand, kiss his lips, make love to him--- is that hard?

[Chanyeol, are you okay?]

I'm not.

I wasn't all along.

[Uhm... I just called to check up on you. Mom said you didn't come home with them. I'm just worried about you and I feel guilty... I'm sorry about Baekhyun. It's my fault that you didn't see each other at the airport...]

Chanyeol doesn't speak.

[I know you're mad at everything but please be careful, okay?]

He ends the call and throws his phone at the backseat.

*

"Come in, don't be shy."

The place reeks of perfume and chocolate. Baekhyun hesitates and waits outside the house. Hugging his backpack against his body, he wanders his eyes around.

"Sorry. My place's just kinda you know," the tall male announces from  where he is rummaging currently, "You want something to drink?"

An answer doesn't come right away because of Baekhyun's intimidation. It's his first time stepping into a beautiful mansion, and everything looks expensive and high-class. The man doesn't look like he's the owner of this house because of the way he dresses up. He looks more like of a bad guy who often hangs out with street kids all day.

"Hey Shorty, I said come inside and don't bother taking off your shoes."

Baekhyun gasps in surprise. Even Chanyeol doesn't have a large chocolate fondue at home. This guy is motherfucking rich.

"A-are you sure this is your house?" Baekhyun asks while walking awkwardly in the middle of the living room. He doesn't know whether to stand or sit so he just sits on the very edge of the spacious sofa instead. "We didn't break in here, did we?"

Kris laughs. "I barely come home anyway so I feel like breaking in to my own house."

"Why don't you come home often? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead."

The words come out normally out of his mouth, taking Baekhyun by surprise. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. I'm used to it anyway."

Baekhyun takes the offered drink from his outstretched hand, staring at the man in front of him from head to toe. Aside from the fact that Kris doesn't look Chinese at all, he is also goddamned tall, making Baekhyun look like a midget. He's just maybe around Chanyeol's height and he also looks so handsome.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Baekhyun blinks. "What?"

"Are you mesmerized by my looks yet?" the man says, crossing his arms smugly against his chest, and boy his arms are so long. "Hey. Earth to Baekhyun?"

"I just remembered Chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun says as he smiles at him, his neck craned up, "He is also tall like you."

"You always mention this Chanyeol sunbae every time you open your mouth," Kris points out, comfortably sitting on the couch in front of Baekhyun like a king. "Is he your, I don't know, mentor or something?"

"He's not my mentor..." Baekhyun bites his bottom lip and plays with the hem of his sweater unconsciously. Kris studies his movements, and it brings an involuntary smile on his lips, "He's my boyfriend."

A loud burst of laughter, "Boyfriend?"

"Yes. My boyfriend."

"Then why do you call your boyfriend like that? It's just weird."

Baekhyun blushes, "I just want to! That's my endearment to him!"

"All right. If you say so."

"Then why are you laughing?" Baekhyun asks with a glare that doesn't look exactly like a glare. "Is it wrong to have a relationship with a guy even if I'm also a guy, huh?"

"No, I'm not saying that. There are lots of gay couples in this neighborhood so I'm open to that shit. It's just---" Kris restrains himself from laughing harder, "You basically look like twelve to have a boyfriend. I thought your Mom had lost you when she went grocery shopping."

"That was rude of you to say that. You shouldn't judge someone by the way they look."

"Yeah. Same goes for you," Kris says, shrugging. He doesn't know why but talking to Baekhyun feels carefree and comfortable.

"Fair enough," Baekhyun says. "I may not look it but I'm already twenty, Mr. Kris."

"Whatever, Shorty. I'm still older than you for four years."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes. This man is maybe kind but he's also arrogant. "Do not call me Shorty. I have a name."

"So, what happened to you anyway, Shorty?" Kris curiously asks. "You know. Alone? In New York? Without a phone and money and can't even speak a proper English?"

Baekhyun feels disappointed with himself, simple instructions he couldn't follow. It just proves him right that he's still dumb and innocent, that he couldn't do things by his own. He had one job, he knows Chanyeol trusted him but he ended up failing, resulting him of getting mugged and lost.

Chanyeol must be so worried about him now. He wants to let him know that he's safe and he misses him so much. If only he could do that.

"I'm here to meet Chanyeol sunbae. He was supposed to pick me up at the airport but something came up so I had to go alone. He asked me to go to his address but I rode the wrong train and bus. I also lost my phone and my wallet," Baekhyun sighs, "I completely fucked up... If only I wasn't so dumb, I would have seen him already... This is all my fault. I'm a freaking idiot, I haven't done anything right from the start."

"Hey. Don't be too hard on yourself, you know. Everything happens for a reason," Kris says, patting his shoulder lightly, "Maybe this is a life lesson for you so next time, you won't do the same mistakes again."

"You think so?"

"Of course. Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna reach your boyfriend as soon as possible."

"Thank you so much for taking me in," Baekhyun says, "I'm sorry if I've been a bother to you..."

"Nah, don't mention it," Kris says, waving a hand in the air, "I'm used to helping street kids around here so it's not a big deal to me."

"Street kids?"

"Yeah. I give them food or sometimes clothes but I don't bring them in my house," Kris says, "You were the only one I took here with me." Then he winks at Baekhyun.

"Oh," Baekhyun mutters, looking down at the cup of water between his hands, "Thank you, but why?"

"I just thought you were cute."

Opening his mouth slightly, Baekhyun is about to say something more when his stomach grumbles without any warning. The tall man lifts an amused eyebrow at him, making his cheeks flush. That was embarrassing.

"The only food I had when I got here was ramen," Baekhyun confesses, "Do you perhaps... have some leftover bread?"

He suddenly remembers what happened once back in Korea. Chanyeol was away that time and he was left alone at home. Whenever they are out of instant noodles knowing he can't even cook a decent food especially when the cooking lady is on leave, he would just search for leftovers in the refrigerator and reheat them. So what Baekhyun did that time was just that because he was so hungry as fuck. He reheated the food he found on the fridge and ate it, oblivious that they were for the maid's pets.

Chanyeol got mad at him even if he was suffering from diarrhea. He abstained having sex with him for an entire week, saying he didn't want disgusting shit around his dick.

"Leftover bread?" Kris says, laughing. He had too much laugh for tonight because of this guy. "I won't let a visitor eat leftovers. What do you want for dinner? I'll cook it for you."

Baekhyun's eyes widen in amazement. "Really?"

"Uh, technically it's the maid who will cook, not me," Kris says, "I'm a busy man, so."

"Chanyeol sunbae also cooks for me even if he's busy," Baekhyun brags without being asked, "He would complain at first and say mean things but eventually, he would end up in the kitchen cooking dinner."

"Does the food taste good, though?"

"Of course!" Baekhyun says, his eyes forming heart shapes. "He's the best in everything. When I say everything, I mean every, single, thing! He's handsome, he's tall, he's smart, he's rude sometimes but he's really sweet and caring. And most importantly, he's very good in be---"

"Wow. Okay. You're really whipped at this guy," Kris mutters, cutting him off, "How long have you been dating?"

Baekhyun stops to think for a while, counting on his fingers and mind, "One... Two... Two years and six... seven... nine... Oh, it's been two years and nine months! Wow, we're going for three years now!"

"There's still a chance that you might break up, right?" Kris says teasingly as he looks at Baekhyun's hand. He sees a silver bond around his left ring finger. "Someone could snatch you away from him... unless you two are already married."

"Don't say that. That's not gonna happen!" Baekhyun argues, "We've been living together and we're already married! Even if... it's not real yet... But still!"

Another fit of laughter bubbles out of his chest, seeing the look on Baekhyun's face. It's kinda fun teasing the male because of his precious reactions, and it's been a while since Kris actually had someone to talk to. He's interesting. Baekhyun is interesting.

"What if he doesn't love you anymore, huh? What are you gonna do about that?"

"He loves me so much and he won't stop loving me," Baekhyun replies, folding his arms across his chest. "He promised me that."

"What if he finds someone else better than you?"

"He won't find someone else better than me because I'm already the best," Baekhyun replies confidently.

"Oh really? But what if he falls out of love with you then?" Kris says. "And he realizes he doesn't love you enough?"

"Chanyeol sunbae will never do that. I already told you, he loves me very much to the moon and back and that's what I feel for him, too. That's not gonna change."

"Well, if he loves you that much, where is he anyway?" Kris says, "Why hasn't he found you yet?"

That makes Baekhyun pause for a while.

"If he really loves you like what you said, he would have searched for you and already found you but look," Kris points at the both of them, "You're stuck here with me. It's been almost twenty hours since you were gone."

"I... That's because... Well..."

"Why is a stranger with you right now and not him, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun purses his lips into a thin line and takes a shallow breath.

"Because I failed to do my part, Mr. Kris," he finally answers, "I realized that it doesn't work out if he's the only one making an effort while I just do nothing... I know he's out there searching for me as we speak." He smiles at him. "All I have to do is wait until I also do my part."

Kris raises both hands as if he's surrendering, "All right. You win. I'm single, I lose."

Baekhyun smirks, "So, is the free dinner still open?"

*

Are you awake?

Can you hear me, Sir?

His head aches, and his body feels heavy as though there are blocks above him, restraining him to move. He tries opening his eyes carefully, and a blurry sight of a woman in white comes into his vision, looking down at him.

"Sir, are you awake? Can you hear me?"

Chanyeol blinks weakly. His mouth feels dry and burning. He wants water.

"W-water," he mutters lowly under his breath as he tries to get up, but the sudden jolt in his temples stops him from moving. Opening his eyes completely although still feeling lethargic, he comes into a realization that he's in a hospital ward. Everybody is busy and patients are all over the place. It reeks of medicine and ethanol and it makes him want to vomit.

"Sir, you can't get up yet. Your fever is still high," the nurse tells him, giving him a bottle of water with a straw in it. "Take a little sip of this and wait for the doctor for the meantime."

"Why am I here?" he asks. The last thing he remembers was he was in his car driving to New York City, there's no clear memory after that. Did he get into an accident? He touches his head and feels no wounds nor blood, but he sees his wrist. He's currently hooked up in an IV.

The doctor arrives and the nurse leaves right away. "Mr. Chanyeol Park?"

"Yes." Chanyeol answers, "What happened to me?"

"A pedestrian found you passed out inside your car this morning. Good thing you didn't have any concussions," the doctor says as he refers to his clipboard, "You were suffering from over fatigue and stress. I advise you to take some rest and medication before you get discharged."

"No, I need to find someone. I can't stay here," Chanyeol says. He looks around the hospital bed and finds his phone, wallet, and car keys in a metal tray on the table beside him. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

The doctor is about to stop him from leaving but he's quick to remove the IV, pulling it out and taking his stuff with him. It's already morning and the longer it takes to find Baekhyun, the more fonder his heart grows. He doesn't care anymore if he still feels weak and dizzy, what's more important right now is Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun.

He needs to see him. He's gone this far and he shouldn't stop finding him.

"Sir. Mr. Chanyeol Park, that's not the way to the---"

Chanyeol is only a few steps away to the entrance when he collapses on the floor all of a sudden. Two male nurses rush towards him to lift him up and take him to the nearest bed. He hears their muffled conversation, but he's too exhausted to even understand.

Until everything goes black.

His phone continues to ring in his pocket, but left ignored.

*

"What did they say? Can they help me?" Baekhyun hopefully asks,  standing up from where he is sitting at the small corner of the police station. He's been waiting for Kris to come out of the office until he's finished talking to the police officer. He can't speak English that well so the tall male did all the conversation and translation while Baekhyun just narrated what happened to him.

"Well, they said that the report has been transferred to Brooklyn Police Department last night when we called them," Kris starts, sitting beside Baekhyun with a kind smile. He is holding a paper and he shows it to the smaller. "And yes, they can help us."

"What is this?" Baekhyun inquires, squinting at the english words and long numbers he can't understand. "Why are there so many numbers?"

"This list is a call time record or something like that," Kris explains, "Well. It's confirmed that your Chanyeol sunbae was looking for you yesterday. These are the call logs he made with NYPD asking about you. He even called 911 seven times, telling them that you might be kidnapped."

"Oh my god," Baekhyun mutters in awe, and he can't help but feel emotional imagining what Chanyeol has done for him. "I-I want to see him right now... He must be really really worried about me..." He tugs on Kris' shirt, looking up to him with teary-eyed eyes. "Mr. Kris, I want to let him know that I'm safe and I'm finally coming home to him..."

"Don't cry now, okay?" Kris says, handing Baekhyun his phone, "Here, use my phone to contact him. We've got his address and phone number so call him now immediately."

His fingers are trembling when he takes the phone from Kris' hands. Wiping his little tears with the sleeves of his hoodie, he takes a deep breath and clears his throat.

"I'm nervous," Baekhyun mumbles, "I'm sure he's really angry with me. I don't know what to say to apologize..."

"Come on, just tell him you miss him," Kris says lightly, giving Baekhyun a supportive pat on the arm, "And tell him you wanted to be fucked in the ass."

"Hey!" Baekhyun blushes and the other male chuckles. "Uhm. Could you give me some privacy?"

"Sure."

When Kris is out of sight sitting in front of the vending machine, Baekhyun finally takes his time mustering enough courage to press dial. He calms himself and practices Hello over and over again until he gets the right tone.

"Okay, here it goes."

He presses call and waits.

The other line is ringing.

[Hello?]

Baekhyun pauses, hearing an unfamiliar voice of a woman. It's in English.

[Hello, who is this?]

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he wipes his sweaty palm against his pants and nervously breathes.

[Hello? Who is this calling to my son's number?]

Baekhyun parts his lips to speak in a broken English, "H-hello... Ch-chanyeol... Where... I-I want... Talk..."

[I don't understand what you're trying to say. If you're not gonna speak properly, I'm ending this call right now.]

Baekhyun doesn't understand what she's saying but it's clearly evident on her voice that she's agitated. He doesn't also have an idea who that woman is, but he has a hunch that it was Chanyeol's mother.

Baekhyun's heartbeat races. "Where is Chanyeol sunbae? Can I... Can I please talk to him?"

A moment of silence.

[Chanyeol's not here so it would be better if you call him next time. Good bye.]

The call ends with a beep.

"Who were you talking to just now?"

Chanyeol carefully gets up and leans his back against the pillow. He deems he's still here in the hospital, but now in a private room. He feels much better now compared to earlier.

"Who was that on the phone?" he asks again, seeing his mother holding his phone while looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. She immediately puts down the phone and clears her throat.

"I don't know. It's an unregistered number," Mrs. Park replies. "How are you feeling?"

"Maybe it was the police. What did they say? Did they find Baekhyun?" Chanyeol asks but his mother keeps silent. "Where is he right now?"

"Was he the reason why you're here?" she asks. "Why don't you listen to me, Chanyeol?"

Please fucking stop, Chanyeol mentally says. Just stop.

"I've been calling you this morning but you were not picking up. And it turned out something bad has already happened to you," Mrs. Park says, sitting on a chair beside Chanyeol, "You don't know how much worried I am, son. Your father left his work to see you."

"He didn't have to do that," Chanyeol sighs, slightly annoyed. "This is nothing serious, I'm fine."

"You're not fine! Look at you! You're a mess. You've been like this ever since yesterday. You're not in your right mind," she says, "Seeing you like this, it hurts my heart as a mother."

"As a mother," Chanyeol mutters, "Since when did you realize that?"

Chanyeol can sense that she wants to slap him on the face but she's holding herself back. He averts his eyes not to see her disappointed expression. He totally knows deep inside that they're not yet fine--- it's not that simple to bring back how they were eight years ago. Many things have changed for the past years they had separated.

She doesn't know her son anymore. Chanyeol is now way too far to reach, too different to understand, to relate, to accept.

"Don't touch my phone ever again," Chanyeol mutters.

"You're not going anywhere until you're okay," Mrs. Park says. "And anywhere means any place including Seoul."

She goes out of the room, slamming the door shut. Chanyeol just watches her leave, feeling his heart bear its weight which is heavier than before.

*

"Hey, why do you suddenly look so pale?" Kris asks Baekhyun, waving a hand in front of his face. He's been standing like a statue for a whole minute now after his phone call. "Did you see a ghost or something?"

Baekhyun quietly shakes his head.

"So what did Chanyeol say? At what time is he picking you up?"

"I didn't speak to him," Baekhyun says, "He wasn't the one who answered the phone..."

"Who was it then?"

"I think it was his Mom," Baekhyun mutters, "She understood me when I talked to her in Korean. I'm sure it was his Mom."

"Then why the long face, though? Shouldn't you be happy that you finally talked to your future Mother-in-law?"

Baekhyun sits on the bench and hugs his knees close to his chest, "It seemed like she didn't want me to talk to Chanyeol sunbae."

"Maybe she just had a rough day," Kris says.

"Maybe she hates me," Baekhyun mumbles, "Chanyeol sunbae won't mention it to me but I think his family doesn't like me..."

"Hey. Don't think about it too much, okay? What's important right now is we got your boyfriend's address. I can take you there so you can finally see him."

"Can we just head back to your house for now?"

Both males fall into a comfortable silence while Kris drives them back home for the meantime. Baekhyun hasn't talked ever since they went out of the police station. He could have just taken Baekhyun to the bus station and left him there to his own devices, but he realizes he can't just leave this poor little guy alone until he's not yet reunited with his lover. So he decides that he'll stick with Baekhyun for now.

"Do you wanna grab a bite first or---?"

Baekhyun snores.

"Oh. You fell asleep," Kris mutters, looking at Baekhyun beside him. He pulls over for a while and finds a parking space before he resumes staring at Baekhyun's face.

"You didn't get a proper sleep last night. It must be tough for you."

Baekhyun has his mouth slightly parted open while he sleeps, and it makes Kris smile in amusement watching how his nose crinkle adorably. He notes how long his eyelashes are that are fluttered close against his healthy cheek, as well as how nice his rosy lips are at this near.

"I'm straight but why do you make me feel so gay right now," he whispers to himself while clicking his tongue, not bothering to take his eyes off Baekhyun, "Wow. That Chanyeol guy must be so lucky."

"Hmngh... No... Please..."

"He's talking to his sleep, how cute," Kris muses as he chuckles, "Yeah? What is it?"

"P-put it inside... I'm ready..."

He rubs his neck and looks away, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

He promptly opens the door of his car and gets off quick, looking around for a nearby place to eat. Maybe he could buy some take out at seven eleven for himself and an ice cream for Baekhyun.

"Hello?" he asks on the phone while walking down the sidewalk, looking left and right before he crosses the street, "This is Kris, what's up?"

[Who is this?]

An unfamiliar deep voice.

"You called me first, who are you?"

[No. Who are you?]

He shortly glances at his phone seeing Chanyeol Park on the screen. He mutters a soft oh shit to himself before he is turning his heel back to the parking space where he left Baekhyun.

[You called earlier and I wasn't able to pick up the phone. Did the police give you my number? Is Baekhyun with you right now!? Where is he!? Did you do something bad to him!? Don't touch him!]

"Hey, man chill out! Relax!" Kris says as he walks faster, and he's finally seeing his car where Baekhyun is sleeping.

[HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING RELAX!? YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, ALRIGHT?! GIVE BAEKHYUN THE PHONE OR ELSE I WILL FUCKING---]

"Dude, don't yell at me and calm down. Baekhyun is safe, don't worry," Kris says, "And watch your language."

[Is he really safe?]

Kris sighs and fishes out his car keys. "Yeah, he's sleeping in my car right now---"

[WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING AT A STRANGER'S CAR!? DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HIM TO ANYWHERE, I'M WARNING YOU!]

"If I had plans on taking him away, I shouldn't have got your number," Kris rolls his eyes and takes the driver seat, looking at Baekhyun still sleeping peacefully beside him, "Your boyfriend's really cute though, maybe I should change my mind?"

[Wherever you are right now, I would kill you first before you fucking lay a finger on him.]

"Should I touch him? His cheeks remind me of those soft mochi balls."

[Get your fucking hands off him, you son of a bitch.]

Kris backs away from the phone and covers its mic, before he bursts out laughing without any noise. He's been holding back his laugh ever since he received this call because this short-tempered guy is so hilarious.

"Are you that Chanyeol Park?"

[Yeah, I am that person. Who are you?]

"I'm Kris, I found Baekhyun last night sleeping at the bench and I took him to my house," Kris says.

[You seem like a decent person. Thanks for doing that.]

"Do you wanna talk to him? I'll wake him up for you."

[No, no. Don't wake him up. Just take him to the address that I'm gonna send you. I'll meet Baekhyun there after I leave this place.]

"Got it," Kris says before he hangs up. He opens the text and reads the address that Chanyeol sent him, before setting up the navigation system of his car. "Hey Shorty, wake up. We're gonna go to your boyfriend."

*

Chanyeol admits it's really hard living in the US where his family controls his every single move. He can't do things by his own unlike when he was living alone with Baekhyun back in Korea. He doesn't have his own money and car, he has to borrow it from his sister whenever he has to go out, and accept allowance from his father every week. He doesn't have friends here either, nor his own place to go when he feels like staying out. Life is difficult for him in this country, and he couldn't wait to get back home.

New York is a place where all of his family members lives, but he prefers living with Baekhyun in Seoul even with just the two of them alone.

"I'm sorry but I can't do what you want," Chanyeol says as if he was talking to his mother. He doesn't have wheels to use now because his sister's car he borrowed was towed, so he has no other choice but to hail a cab to Manhattan where he will finally see Baekhyun.

He changes back into his casual clothes, discarding his hospital gown on the bed with plans of escaping. He is supposed to be discharged yet tomorrow morning, but he can no longer wait to see Baekhyun, knowing that he's safe and just miles away from him.

The forty five-minute drive in the taxi has ended, and Chanyeol finally arrives at Midtown East. He pays the driver before alighting the cab, looking at his watch while maintaining a steady breathing. He's quite nervous. It's been two months since he last saw Baekhyun in person, and he doesn't know what he's gonna do first when he sees him.

Should he kiss him right away or fuck him already?

Chanyeol shakes his head a little, smiling to himself like crazy. God, he's shaking right now thinking that Baekhyun must be already close to somewhere around Bluestone Lane. He relayed to Kris that Baekhyun should meet him here. Good thing he still has a ten-minute grace time to choose a nice seat inside the coffee shop. He selects the one closest to the door after he orders.

"Here's your hot brewed coffee."

"Thanks."

Chanyeol knows he's not in his best appearance today. He just sneaked out of the hospital with no proper sleep and eat, wearing a crumpled white tees and faded jeans. His hair is still disheveled which he tried to comb with his fingers but to no avail, so he decides to just cover it with a beanie. He looks awful, it's been ten hours since he last took a shower, he swears he smells like medicine and sweat right now. His mouth tastes like hospital food.

"What the actual fuck," he says. Thinking about this makes him suddenly embarrassed. Is he seriously gonna face Baekhyun in this state? He looks so damn broke, the dark rings under his eyes don't help either. "I look like shit."

He honestly forgot to look good because of all the chaos that happened. He should've showered first and groomed himself before coming here.

"Where is he," he mutters to himself while looking outside the glass window, and he seriously thinks the lights are just playing tricks with his eyes because of what he sees.

Who he sees rather.

It's Baekhyun.

Even from the other side of the road and even with his back facing his direction, he knows all too well that it is Baekhyun who is standing there meters away from him. His hair, his clothes, his body. It just screams Baekhyun to him.

He's here.

He's finally here.

A smile lands on his lips and he thinks it must be really crazy and cliché and cringeworthy, that his heat begins to thump inside his chest in a familiar rhythm. Standing up from his seat, he silently watches from where he is frozen on the spot, how Baekhyun walks beside a luxurious car where a tall rich-looking man alights.

"So... Is this really it?" Kris says to Baekhyun who is looking up to him with a bright grin on his mouth.

"Thanks for helping me all through out, Mr. Kris. I really really owe you my life," Baekhyun says, bowing in front of the man 90 degrees, "You were so kind to me even if you didn't really know me. Thank you so much, I don't know what else to say."

"It's my pleasure to help whoever in need," Kris says jokingly, "Especially cute guys like you."

Baekhyun just laughs. "Uhm. I could save money to pay you back for the food I ate. It would take time but please wait for it."

"Baekhyun, I don't accept money as payment," Kris says, patting Baekhyun on the head like he's a puppy, "Can you just, you know. Do it in something else instead?"

"Oh. What kind of something else?" Baekhyun asks.

"It won't take long," Kris says, gesturing his fingers at Baekhyun, "Come closer."

"What is it exactly? Chanyeol sunbae must waiting for me already. Hurry up."

What's taking him so long, Chanyeol thinks to himself while he waits, drumming his fingers on the table. He sees Baekhyun and that man still talking about something he can't hear and doesn't give a damn.

It feels like everything shifts into slow motion.

A bus passes by before him one moment and then next, he is seeing with his two own eyes a sight he doesn't expect he will witness.

Baekhyun is kissing that man on the lips. He has his mouth pressed against the stranger's mouth, and it's too fucking torture and exasperating to watch how they make out in front of him.

Chanyeol stares dumbfounded. He feels as though hot boiling water is splashed onto his body--- shock, anger, betrayal, seething into him.

"Goodbye! See you soon!" Baekhyun says, bidding Kris farewell. He watches first as his car drives off until he's gone. He crosses the road carefully afterwards, going to Bluestone Lane where he sees Chanyeol standing and staring emotionless at him.

"Chanyeol sunbaeee!!!"

Baekhyun breaks into a bright blinding smile, tears starting to verge on the corners of his eyes seeing Chanyeol finally right in front of him, alive and breathing. Excitedly, he runs inside the coffee shop and he almost trips if weren't for his fast reflex to stand up. He runs again and like a scene on movie, he envelopes Chanyeol into a tight bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you so much," he mumbles against Chanyeol's cozy warmth, and that is when he starts crying on top of his lungs, and he's mumbling words and sentences under his breath which he can only understand, "This is real, right? You're finally here, r-right?"

Baekhyun looks up through his lashes, sniffing his snot as he meets Chanyeol's eyes. They're icy cold and that makes him freeze for a moment. Chanyeol pushes him away, tearing his gaze to look at anything that is not Baekhyun. He has his fist clenched tight, restraining himself to do something he knows he will regret right then and there.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Baekhyun asks worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Chanyeol repeats in sarcastic mocking tone, "You tell me what's wrong."

The coffee tastes more bitter on his tongue the last time he took a sip on it. Baekhyun is staring down at his drink, and he doesn't notice a tear has already dropped on his tea. He quickly wipes it with his hand.

Chanyeol hasn't spoke to him after that. He expects him to maybe shout at him or slap his face but nothing. A thick uncomfortable silence descends among them, and it's so painful he's suffocating.

"Why do you have to do that?" Chanyeol starts, "I didn't expect you could kiss him like that. Did you enjoy it?"

"I didn't know you were---" Baekhyun mutters, sighing helplessly, "I didn't know you were watching..."

"What?" Chanyeol can't believe he just heard that. "So If I wasn't there you would still kiss that guy? Are you that fucking low to just do that?"

"He offered me help when I was lost. He fed me and took me in his home when I needed a place to stay. He helped me to come here to see you," Baekhyun explains, "I should return him the favor. That kiss doesn't mean anything."

"I don't care what he's done for you or how he did the things I should've done to you," Chanyeol says, "I could die worrying about you yet you didn't even think what I would feel. Do you know how much shit I went through just to find you!?"

"I also went through shit to find you! It wasn't just you!" Baekhyun yells. "I was so scared in the streets, I was alone, I had no one when you were supposed to be there with me. It just hurts so much because I needed you but you weren't even by my side!"

"So you're telling me that's a reasonable excuse for you to do that!? You just blatantly cheated in front of me!" Chanyeol raises his voice. Few costumers turn to look at them, slightly disturbed of them arguing in a foreign language, "I know he helped you and you owed that man a favor, but you don't need to fucking flaunt that in my face!"

"You're being unreasonable!" Baekhyun screams back, and he's crying so hard now, "Instead of getting mad at me, I expect you to just hug me and tell me you missed me! This is not what I wanted to happen but you just... You just made me feel like everything's all my fault and that I didn't care about you!" He covers his face and continues sobbing. "You left me alone in Seoul and I flew all the way here just to see you! At least make me feel it's worth it being finally with you!"

Chanyeol stays silent for a while as Baekhyun weeps in front of him. He feels his heart clench at the sight, but at the same time, he's still infuriated being misunderstood. Baekhyun is an idiot, he is too emotional and sensitive, and he is just too naive.

"You won't understand unless I tell it to you," Chanyeol says, "The reason why I'm getting angry. You think I'm being unreasonable? Bullshit."

Chanyeol is not a person who demands it to him, he's not a person to easily tell his feelings without making a fool of himself. He just wants Baekhyun to read through him and inside his heart. Why is he so fucking clueless. Why can't he just realize it. Why won't he just say it.

"I told you it doesn't mean anything," Baekhyun mumbles, "It was just a kiss..."

Standing up, Chanyeol leaves the coffee shop and stays outside to smoke.

Baekhyun didn't stop him nor go after him.

*

It's raining, unfortunately.

The chimes cling just as soon as Chanyeol opens the door of the cheap motel their feet took them. Hotel accommodation is too expensive, his cards are maxed out, the cash in his wallet isn't enough for the both of them. He doesn't have a car with him and it's still miles away from Brooklyn. Cabs are running out in the streets while the rain pours harder.

"Do you have any vacancy?" Chanyeol asks the man at the front desk. Said man puts down his newspaper and faces them. Baekhyun appears behind Chanyeol, slightly shivering because of the cold.

"Room for?" the man asks.

"One / Two."

Chanyeol and Baekhyun both say in unison.

"Two rooms," Baekhyun repeats, ignoring Chanyeol like he doesn't exist.

"Only one room left available," the man replies, "One bed for one person. We'll just give you an extra mattress."

"Don't you have one bed for two persons?" Chanyeol asks. "Or a deluxe room?"

"No," the old man says nonchalantly. "Take it or leave it."

"We'll just take it," Chanyeol says, ignoring Baekhyun's mini protest. Like he can do something about it, though. He's not the one who's gonna pay anyway.

He takes out his wallet, opening it to get some bills. He pauses for a while and stares at the rest of his money after he pays the room. Cursing softly under his breath, he realizes that he only has 45 dollars left with him.

Fuck.

"Is everything okay?" the man asks, pulling Chanyeol out of his internal devastation.

Chanyeol immediately closes his wallet and hides it, nodding as an answer. "Yeah, of course."

"Here's your key."

The room is small, as expected. The size of it is only one fourths of the size of Chanyeol's bedroom at home. There's one bathroom, a window and a low ceiling. There's nothing much stuff aside from a small coffee table, a wooden chair and a lampshade.

Baekhyun is the first to enter the room, and he doesn't have to wait for Chanyeol when he quietly pulls his luggage with him. He sits on the left side of the bed, still mouth shut as he arranges his things. Chanyeol ignores him as well, and chooses to go to the bathroom to wash his face. He comes out after a few minutes, finding Baekhyun already lying on his space, facing the wall.

He opts to ask him if he likes to shower but his mind suddenly stops him. Why the fuck should he talk to him anyway, he won't even dare apologize for what he did.

It seems like Baekhyun has sensed that Chanyeol is finished washing up, so he gets up and grabs his towel, wordlessly heading straight to the bathroom without sparing Chanyeol eye contact. He doesn't want to look at his face. He's mad at him, and being consistent with his feelings proves that he has a reason why he's getting angry. He closes the door with a thud.

Chanyeol just sighs, looking away.

*

An hour is spent on moving and rustling around the bed, yet Baekhyun can't still sleep.

Aside from the fact that the aircon isn't working and it feels so hot and uncomfortable sleeping in a small bed, he can't even lull himself into dreamland knowing Chanyeol is just  inches away from him. He has yearned for this moment to come--- to finally be with Chanyeol, yet here they are with back facing each other. He's taken over the bed while Chanyeol owns the floor.

They should be making love tonight, not making war which is what's actually happening right now.

Chanyeol won't talk. Baekhyun won't even try.

It's silent.

He must be already sleeping, Baekhyun thinks to himself as he stares at the gray unintersting piece of concrete in front of him. He's been fighting the urge to turn around to peek at Chanyeol. How can he even sleep when I'm this mad at him? It's really unfair.

That's it. Baekhyun opens his eyes and lies on his back, kicking his blanket down his feet. If you wanna keep ignoring me, then fine. I won't talk to you either.

"Mnghh..."

Baekhyun swears he wasn't the one who made that noise.

"Ughh..h..."

And that moan, too.

If he wanted to have sex then he could've just told me, Baekhyun tells himself with a frown, Not jacking off like that looking like a complete idiot!

Chanyeol's consecutive heavy breathing is already annoying the shit out of him so Baekhyun finally decides to face his back to confront Chanyeol. He gets up and glances down at the floor where Chanyeol is curled into fetal position, hugging himself like a ball.

Baekhyun opens his mouth to call him but Chanyeol's queasy cough beats him to it.

"Oh my god," he mutters to himself before he is rushing to Chanyeol's side in record time, seeing him with his lips pale and eyes half-lidded. He turns Chanyeol's body into lying position, seeing the beads of sweat on the side of his face, and his sweaty fringe sticking to his forehead.

"W-what's happening? Are you all right, Chanyeol sunbae?"

The moment Baekhyun touches his face, he immediately jerks his hand away because of how hot and burning Chanyeol's skin is.

"Shit! You're running a high fever!" Baekhyun screams while Chanyeol just looks at him with unfocused eyes, "Why didn't you say anything!?"

"...it's.. It's fine..."

"No, it's not!" Baekhyun yells at Chanyeol, grabbing his blanket to cover up his body. Chanyeol is practically shivering though it's hot in this room. "You should have told me you're sick and you're not feeling well so I didn't have to get mad at you!"

Baekhyun is literally panicking and he feels like already crying. He's going back and forth while mumbling words to himself. What to do? Should he take Chanyeol to the hospital? He doesn't have a phone with him to call for an ambulance so maybe he could use Chanyeol's phone. Chanyeol needs to be taken to the hospital immediately, his fever is so high and he can't take care of him here!

Looking around the room, he finds Chanyeol's phone on top of the table. He is about to dial the emergency number when Chanyeol suddenly grabs his wrist, pulling him down so that he is also lying extra close right beside him

Chanyeol traps him inside his arms. Baekhyun's heart stops beating.

"Don't," Chanyeol mumbles against his ear, and Baekhyun can actually feel how hot and feverish his breath is, "I don't...wanna go back to that place..."

They're too near to the point that Baekhyun can feel how burning hot Chanyeol's body is. He can clearly see how his eyes slowly blink, and how his dry lips move as he breathes.

Baekhyun wants to ask what Chanyeol meant by what he said, but he doesn't ask anymore when Chanyeol hugs him tighter, closer, stronger. It's as if he doesn't want him to go, it's as if he would disappear anytime. Hearing Chanyeol's heartbeat this close, he wants to just sob against his chest because god, he misses this feeling so much, and he knows this is not the right time but he just wants the two of them to stay like this forever.

"Baekhyun..." Baekhyun lightly squeezes his hand as an answer. "Don't go anywhere..."

"...but you're sick," Baekhyun mumbles quietly, "I should ask for help, Chanyeol sunbae."

"I'm.. okay..."

"I'm sorry. I should have noticed it from the start," Baekhyun says, "Why you were so quiet, why you wouldn't talk to me nor look at me. I still got mad at you and this is all my fault."

"I also... got mad at you... So don't blame yourself."

"But I really feel guilty right now," Baekhyun says, still hugging the other male and rubbing circles on his back, "I don't want to see you in pain but you're hurting because of me."

"Just stay here... and don't leave me," Chanyeol mutters, "You're enough to make me feel better."

"What should I do?"

"Take care of me."

It has always been Chanyeol.

Whenever he is sick back home, Chanyeol's gonna be always there to take care of him. So this time, it's the moment for him to return the favor. Baekhyun doesn't have any idea how to nurse a sick person, but it's his heart which tells him what to do.

He carefully assists Chanyeol to stand so he can occupy the bed more comfortably. He also helps him change his shirt that is soaked with sweat, good thing Baekhyun still has Kris' shirt inside his luggage.

"I'm not... wearing this piece of trash," Chanyeol weakly says in protest while Baekhyun puts the shirt on his head.

"But it's better than being naked and cold," Baekhyun says, "Please just put this on, Chanyeol sunbae."

Baekhyun has to explain a lot of times that the shirt is brand new and he washed it after use before Chanyeol can even wear it. Chanyeol is already stubborn himself, but he's been extra stubborn when he's sick. He won't even allow Baekhyun to stay away within one meter radius. It's kind of endearing but still worrisome at the same time.

"Were you perhaps sent to the hospital this morning?" Baekhyun asks. Chanyeol just nods quietly. "Why did you leave if you're not yet feeling better?"

"You were... waiting for me," Chanyeol answers, "I promised... to see you."

Baekhyun holds his tears back once again. It pains his heart seeing Chanyeol so fragile like this.

"But your health is at risk... I would understand."

"I don't care anymore... I already searched... everywhere to find you and I shouldn't stop, so I'm glad... that you're finally here and you're safe..."

Baekhyun gently touches Chanyeol's face and threads his fingers softy through his hair. "Why didn't you come home? Did you have a fight with your mother?"

"Did she... perhaps talk to you on the phone?"

Baekhyun nods. Chanyeol just sighs.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much pain," Baekhyun says. It's evident that Chanyeol is enduring his headache. "Can I go out for a while to buy you medicine and food?"

"I told you... not to go anywhere," Chanyeol insists, still holding Baekhyun's hand with his eyes closed, "Why won't you listen to me. What if you don't come back?"

Baekhyun sighs, lightly caressing Chanyeol's forehead with a moist towel. He also does it gently on his face and neck to alleviate his body's high temperature.

"I'm just gonna buy you food Chanyeol sunbae. It won't take long, I promise."

"I'm not yet hungry," Chanyeol lies.

"But you haven't had anything except for coffee," Baekhyun says, "Whenever I'm sick, you always tell me to eat a lot, right? You should do the same, too. What do you wanna eat? I'll buy it for you."

Chanyeol covers his face with his hand, as if he doesn't want Baekhyun to see him as he says, "I don't have... enough money for the two of us so just... go buy something for yourself... and don't mind me..."

Baekhyun closes his eyes and pretends he isn't worried about their situation right now. They're miles away from home without any money. Chanyeol is sick in his arms, while he can do nothing to save the both of them.

"Baekhyun... Don't cry, I'll figure this out... I can still buy you new clothes and take you to Time Square when I recover..."

Chanyeol doesn't expect Baekhyun's upcoming hit on his arm, and he admits it stings because of his condition. "Ouch! Why the fuck did you hit me?"

"Because you're so stubborn," Baekhyun glares, and he's really really trying his best not to show his tears in front of the other, "Stop thinking about me and think about yourself for once!"

Baekhyun doesn't expect Chanyeol's sudden laugh either.

"Why are you laughing?" Baekhyun asks, furrowing his eyebrows at the sick male beside him. "Do you find this situation funny?"

"So this is how it feels like to have nothing," Chanyeol says, "I don't have a car and money right now. I'm broke and sick... but I'm actually happy... You know why?"

"Y-you're crazy," Baekhyun says, hitting Chanyeol again with less force, and now he doesn't stop himself from breaking down into tears anymore.

"Because I have you with me," Chanyeol says as he touches Baekhyun's cheek, "I have Baekhyun in my life and there's nothing I could ask for."

Baekhyun doesn't care anymore if he catches Chanyeol's sickness--- his tongue is hot and burning against his lips, and he's kissing Chanyeol as though pouring all the love he got in his heart. The palm against his cheek is warm too, just like Chanyeol's words full of sweet nothings in between their kiss, just like his eyes staring at him with a promise of forever.

Baekhyun leans away from the kiss and Chanyeol protests, muttering a soft what the hell, so Baekhyun makes it up to him by planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Chanyeol closes his eyes with a smile, feeling Baekhyun's lips on his forehead.

"There," Baekhyun says, patting Chanyeol's fringe. He kisses his closed eyelids and the tip of his nose too, "My kisses will make your fever go away."

Baekhyun makes sure that Chanyeol is already sound asleep when he sneaks out of their room. He heads to the nearest Walgreens to buy tissues, box of paracetamol and a bottle of water. Chanyeol wasn't lying when he said he didn't have much money left in his wallet, so Baekhyun had to ask some early opened food stalls in the streets if they could give him warm soup for free. Of course, they shoo him away countless times, but just like what Sehun said, never accept rejection as failure.

"Good morning," Baekhyun says after he wakes Chanyeol up with a spoonful of hot porridge on a tray, "Eat your breakfast now, Chanyeol. I'm gonna feed you. Say ahh~"

"Can I just eat you instead," Chanyeol mumbles sleepily, but he's accepting the food in his mouth anyway. "Where'd you get this? It tastes good."

"You know, just here and there." And he's feeding him again which Chanyeol gratefully partakes. He touches Chanyeol's forehead to check his temperature and thankfully, his fever has now gone down. He helps him finish his food and take his medicine for fever.

"How do you feel?" Baekhyun asks.

"I feel much better now. Thanks to my pretty doctor," Chanyeol says, making Baekhyun blush. "But you know, there's still something's hurting in me, though."

"What is it?" Baekhyun worriedly asks.

"My cock."

Baekhyun blows him at six in the morning, him pushing down Chanyeol's hips while he sucks, while Chanyeol fucking his throat hard as his breakfast. He has to tone down his sensual moans because the walls here are paper-thin, and he doesn't want the neighbors to find out Baekhyun has a dick in his mouth this early.

"Oh god, Baekhyun," Chanyeol pants heavily as he stares down at Baekhyun staring right back at him with lust-filled eyes, "I... I think I'm gonna come."

"Then come for me."

Baekhyun furiously strokes his dick faster inside his hand, and Chanyeol is releasing his load in no time, spurting his come all over Baekhyun's mouth and face. Baekhyun neatly wipes it off with a tissue, not leaving a tiny speck even on the bedsheets.

"That actually made me feel so much better," Chanyeol sighs as he pulls his pants back up. Baekhyun smiles brightly at him. "Do you want me to---?"

"No, I'm good," Baekhyun declines as he shakes his head. He doesn't want Chanyeol to get tired so he's taking care of it himself for now. He lets Chanyeol lie on the bed again, tugging up the blanket to his chest, "You need to rest a lot so you can fully recover before we leave."

He has to be quiet as much as possible while he fingers his ass in the shower knowing Chanyeol is taking a rest. He doesn't want to disturb him so he bites on his lips hard, preventing a moan to escape out of his mouth as he releases his load on the toilet. Baekhyun comes out of the bathroom few minutes after he relieves himself, thanking god his erection has finally gone down.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol calls amidst the silence of the room, so Baekhyun goes to him and squishes himself on the tiny space inside his arms.

"What is it, Chanyeol sunbae?"

"I think... I have to come back home."

Baekhyun smiles widely at him so Chanyeol averts his eyes.

"I'm gonna ask help from my sister," he says, "She might be worried about me because I've been ignoring her calls since yesterday. Maybe I also need to apologize to my parents for running away."

"That's good," Baekhyun says. "You won't have to sleep on the floor at your parents' house. You won't have to eat porridge, too."

"I'll take you home with me so I can finally introduce you to them," Chanyeol says as he hides Baekhyun's stray hair behind his ear, "Don't be scared, okay?"

Baekhyun sighs nervously, "But, but what if they won't like me?"

"Fuck them if they won't like you," Chanyeol blurts out, "What matters is that I love you."

"That's cheesy!" Baekhyun mutters, "But guess what."

"What?"

"I love you, too."

Chanyeol kicks him off the bed, causing Baekhyun to fall on the floor. Baekhyun's loud obnoxious laugh (that sounds more like a moan) resonates around the motel, waking the other guests occupying the rooms beside them.

The old man at the front desk just shakes his head, sipping his morning coffee as he mutters, kids these days to himself.

*

A black Honda Accord awaits them outside as they leave the small motel. Chanyeol is heading out first carrying Baekhyun's stuff, while Baekhyun bows at the old man at the front desk before he takes his leave.

"Goodbye, Mister. Thank you."

"We're not in Korea, don't do that," Chanyeol says as he pulls Baekhyun away. He opens the trunk and puts Baekhyun's luggage inside it, when a tall white guy approaches him. He pats his back as a greeting. "How are they?"

"They're worried as hell about you, man. Especially your mom."

"Tell her I'm fine and I'm coming home with Baekhyun tonight," Chanyeol says. "Thanks a lot for the car by the way."

"No problem. I should do you a favor for bringing my wife to the hospital while she was in labor," he says with a chuckle, "I have to get back now, the baby needs her Daddy."

"Thanks again. I owe you a lot."

Baekhyun just watches them cluelessly.

"Wait bro, I almost forgot." He takes out something from his bag and hands Chanyeol a white envelope. "Here."

Chanyeol's eyes widen seeing a large amount of money inside. "What the fuck... This too much."

"Just take it. It's from your sister. She said you can pay her anytime," Yura's husband says, and he's side-eyeing Baekhyun with a knowing smile on his face, "Have fun with your cute boyfriend."

Chanyeol rubs his nape and accepts the money anyway. He fucking needs it so bad, good thing Yura still cares.

"I gotta go," the man says, and he also looks at Baekhyun so Baekhyun bows at him, "Goodbye."

"Bye, see you around."

Baekhyun doesn't have any idea where they're heading to right now, but the huge grin on Chanyeol's face tells him they're about to stroll around New York City.

They're finally back on the track. It feels just like back in Seoul during special Saturdays when Chanyeol takes him out for a date in the amusement park. Baekhyun hides the excited smile on his face and plays with his fingers on his lap instead, listening to Chanyeol's soothing voice humming to Far East Movement.

"Hey," Chanyeol says as he drives, "You wanna say something?"

"Uhm, the guy earlier who brought the car and gave us money," Baekhyun says, "Was he perhaps your brother-in-law?"

Chanyeol nods, "Yeah. I'll introduce you to him properly next time."

"You look so happy, Chanyeol sunbae. Your smile is like," Baekhyun stretches his own mouth like a clown, "This big! It's gonna reach your ears."

"Oh, it is?" Chanyeol laughs.

"Yeah. I'm happy seeing you happy," Baekhyun mumbles, "Where are we going by the way?"

"We're going on a date to Time Square," Chanyeol answers, Baekhyun's eyes sparkle when he hears the word date, "We're gonna shop for new clothes, dine, watch a movie. What else?"

"Uhm, have sex?"

"We're gonna do that, of course," Chanyeol says, "I really really wanted to fuck you so bad the moment I saw you. The timing's just not right."

"Save the best for last!" Baekhyun says. "We're gonna have the best sex of our life you will never ever forget!"

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Baekhyun is sticking to Chanyeol like a glue while they walk to Fifth Avenue, looking around him with great interest. Big electronic billboards and high-end establishments catch his attention, as well as the bright city lights and cheerful noise it makes. Expensive boutiques and big department stores are everywhere--- Gucci, Rolex, Adidas, H&M, Versace, Louis Vuitton, Tommy Hilfiger, Banana Republic--- you name it. It feels so intimidating yet amazing, especially now that he's not alone anymore.

There are lots of people in this place that he is almost gets squished while they cross the street. Good thing Chanyeol is holding his hand tight, and he can't help but smile at their hands intertwined.

"Uhm, these seem very expensive," Baekhyun says while Chanyeol pulls him along to men's apparel, checking and testing every clothes they pass by on him. He gets some random clothes from the rack, puts them on Baekhyun's chest, and returns them back if he doesn't like the style and color.

"How about this? It looks good on you," Chanyeol says while he shows Baekhyun a blue slim fit blazer and a white long sleeve insert, together with the other casual jackets and shirts behind them."Put on anything you want. Everything looks pretty on you anyway."

"But I'm fine with my clothes," Baekhyun says, gesturing at his cheap shirt and pants, "You don't have to buy them all for me."

"Your outfit looks like shit, Baekhyun. Don't tell me you'll walk beside me wearing that?"

"At least I'm not naked!"

"Excuse me, I'm gonna take the clothes," Chanyeol hollers to the saleslady who quickly comes to assist Baekhyun. "And also the shoes."

Baekhyun doesn't want to admit but he actually looks good on the clothes that Chanyeol picked for him. No wonder Chanyeol has really good taste and good eye (that's why he fell in love with him). Anyway, wearing his new designer clothes, he checks his appearance on the mirror with a smile, secretly complimenting himself for being cute and handsome at the same time.

Chanyeol gives him two thumbs up.

"How do I look?" Chanyeol asks, dusting the invisible speck on his chest after he goes out of the fitting room. Baekhyun is just ogling at him, and he swears that is saliva dripping down his mouth, "Am I ugly?"

"W-what?" Baekhyun mutters, "No, you're not! You look really really handsome, Mr. Park. You're like a beautiful sex god sent from heaven."

"I know right," Chanyeol says confidently, "So don't you every look at anyone else other than me. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"This," Chanyeol gestures at his face, "and this," he points at his crotch, "are exclusive for your eyes only."

Baekhyun furiously nods, staring at Chanyeol's clothed bulge, "I'm very much honored."

Aside from wearing designer clothes, they also get matching Balenciaga shoes and couple Rolex watches, making few customers at Starbucks Coffee turn their heads towards them while they order their drinks. Baekhyun isn't used to this luxurious pampering but this is New York and his boyfriend is rich as fuck, so why not? Chanyeol pays everything for them anyway, while he pays Chanyeol his love.

Even with his feet hurting from all the walking, Baekhyun requests pizza for lunch. Chanyeol says they should dine at a three-star restaurant but Baekhyun argues he really wants to eat pizza. So, without having any choice, Chanyeol agrees. They head out to the nearest pizza place they can find. Good thing they didn't get lost, Chanyeol is good with directions while Baekhyun himself is the total opposite.

"Chanyeol sunbae. You have something on your face," Baekhyun says as he points at the side of Chanyeol's lips, while the other male continues to munch his slice of Hawaiian-flavored pizza.

"Where?"

"Let me just," Baekhyun is about to grab some tissues but Chanyeol's hand is quick to grasp his wrist. "What's the matter? I'm just gonna wipe the sauce off."

"Use your mouth," Chanyeol commands, causing Baekhyun's cheeks to flush red. "Come on, do it."

"B-but there are people watching," Baekhyun whispers, "It's embarrassing!"

"So you're embarrassed being with me then?" Chanyeol asks. "While you weren't embarrassed kissing that Kris guy in public?"

"Why do you have to bring that up! I already said sorry!" Baekhyun says. Chanyeol is raising a brow at him. "Fine! I'll do it."

He darts his tongue out to lick the sauce off, but even when the stain already cleared out, he doesn't end it right there. He gently kisses Chanyeol on the lips while Chanyeol responds him with a torrid kiss. He feels tongue against his own, savoring the inside of his mouth. It tastes like pizza and coffee, and a familiar sweet flavor that Baekhyun has which Chanyeol knows best.

Baekhyun then pulls away after the kiss, catching for his breath inside his lungs. Chanyeol watches Baekhyun falter under his gaze, fascinated on how his whole face reddens like a tomato.

With stomachs full, they go straight to AMC Empire 25 to watch a Hollywood movie, which is obviously produced in English. Baekhyun ends up falling asleep halfway the film with a box of popcorn on his lap, so Chanyeol has to carry him back to the car as soon as the movie is finished.

"Rest well," Chanyeol whispers, kissing Baekhyun on the forehead before he takes the wheel. He peacefully drives while Baekhyun sleeps soundly at the passenger seat. Minutes have passed and Baekhyun only wakes up when a car honks at them as they stop by a gasoline station.

"Hey sleepy head," Chanyeol says, "Did you have fun?"

"Yes... It was really fun being with you," Baekhyun says, smiling. "Thank you so much. I really enjoyed our date."

"You're welcome."

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep at the cinema..."

"It's fine. I know you're tired anyway."

"Is it evening already?" he asks Chanyeol outside refilling the car's tank with gasoline. "Are we there yet?"

"Not yet," Chanyeol says to Baekhyun who's currently rubbing his eyes, "You can sleep some more. I'm just gonna wake you up when we arrive in Brooklyn."

Baekhyun's heart suddenly races. "A-are we really going home tonight?"

"Yes," Chanyeol answers. "Is there a problem?"

"No, it's just... What about the... You know... The best part... You promised!" Baekhyun says. He waits for Chanyeol to get in the car and starts driving. "We haven't done it yet and I waited all day!"

Chanyeol feigns innocence, "What is it?"

"The best part," Baekhyun crosses his arms over his chest, "You know what it is."

"I don't know what it is unless you tell me."

"The sex!" Baekhyun screams louder this time. "I wanna have sex with you!"

Chanyeol suddenly chokes on his saliva.

"Well, unless you don't want to fuck me anymore then it's fine," Baekhyun says, "I will understand."

"What the hell, Baekhyun? You think I don't want you?" Chanyeol says as he grips the stirring wheel hard, "I fucking want you so bad, and I'm just restraining myself to fuck you right now in this car."

"I want you so bad too," Baekhyun mumbles, "I want you so much, Chanyeol sunbae..."

No more words are exchanged when they reach a hotel in Brooklyn, only few miles away from home. The door is shut with a silent click, all their clothes are discarded on the floor, and Baekhyun's back hits the cold wall with Chanyeol's lips latched on his stretched neck.

Their kiss is hot, long and passionate with series of tongues and heavy breathing while they make out. Baekhyun's slender fingers finds their way through Chanyeol's dark locks, and he sometimes tug them with his fist when Chanyeol sucks extra hard on his tongue, biting on his bottom lip, causing a wanton moan to escape out of his parted mouth.

"Tell me if I have to be gentle," Chanyeol whispers in between their sweet kisses, "I'll do whatever you want."

Baekhyun shakes his head, "For now, please just fuck me rough."

They haven't reached the bed yet, both are standing behind the closed door when Chanyeol flips Baekhyun around so he is pressed against the surface, him facing his rear. Running his calloused hand on the expanse of the soft skin, Baekhyun shivers and chuckles, feeling the kittenish licks and pecks on his nape and shoulder.

"Beautiful," Chanyeol mutters, admiring the artistic curves of Baekhyun's body, tracing with his fingertips the outline of his petite waist, "Spread your legs apart. I'm gonna prepare you now."

"Shouldn't we use the bed?" Baekhyun asks. He takes a deep short breath when he does what he was told, parting his legs wide with his ass sticking out.

"We'll use it later."

Three lubed fingers right away come inside his tight hole, and Chanyeol is stretching and scissoring him gingerly, taking his precious time to properly prep him. He knows Baekhyun hasn't been penetrated for quite a long time so he has to be patient and careful, as though he's dealing with the virgin version of him.

"I-it hurts, Chanyeol," Baekhyun whimpers under his breath when the other male starts to finger-fuck his entrance fast, in and out, in and out, like his ass would rip into two. "Ahh... M-make the pain go away, oh---! Ahh...  It... It feels good! Yes, oh my god... There, please..."

"Did I just hit it dead on?" Chanyeol asks, receiving a nod as a reply. Baekhyun is biting his lips so hard, eyes squeezed shut while he claws on the flat surface of the door. He waits for Chanyeol's instruction before he can do anything next.

Chanyeol knows his fingers are exceptionally long and big, but they aren't as big as his hard cock now erect curled up against his stomach. It really turns him on seeing Baekhyun so horny like this, hearing Baekhyun's needy moans as he buries his fingers inside his ass. He takes a brief peek on his lover's anticipating asshole, before he is joining another finger so that Baekhyun has four inside of him.

"O-oh god...," Baekhyun says breathily, looking down at his own hard cock now leaking with precome. He asks Chanyeol permission if can touch himself and when the other male agrees, he gets a hold of his member and strokes it slowly in time with the ministrations on his ass.

"It's done. Face me now," Chanyeol says, so the smaller turns his body around to face him. He lifts Baekhyun's right leg and stretches it up, before he's aligning his cock directly on his wet entrance. "Shit, I'm gonna fuck you now..."

"Yes, just put it inside me, I've been waiting for your cock for a long time---AHH!!! WHY DID YOU PUT IT IN SO SOON!?" Baekhyun cries, wrapping his hands around Chanyeol's neck for leverage. "It hurts! You're so big and it fucking hurts so much!"

"You told me to put it inside and I can't fucking take my cock out once it's already in," Chanyeol says, and he's just restraining himself to move while Baekhyun adjusts to his size, "Oh my fucking god, you feel so hot and tight, Byun Baekhyun. Why did you become a virgin again?"

"Take it out! Take it out!" Baekhyun says, hitting Chanyeol as he sobs, feeling so much full inside his ass. His nails dig into Chanyeol's skin while he endures the pain, so Chanyeol immediately removes his cock only to push it back in. Hard.

"What the hell!" Baekhyun screams again while Chanyeol laughs at his reaction. "I wasn't ready!"

"You like it?" Chanyeol asks, "Feels good right? You want it when I fuck you like this, right?"

"W-well, yes... But it still hurts!" Baekhyun blushes. Chanyeol is now thrusting into him slowly, feeling his hot muscle clench against his length, "D-don't tease me, please... Don't be so cruel and just fuck me hard already. I said---"

Chanyeol presses his lips against Baekhyun's mouth to shut him up from all his whining, and he's kissing him again to divert his attention from pain. Baekhyun is still crying but he knows he now feels extremely pleasured when he starts fucking him fast and rough. Screaming Chanyeol's name out loud, he orgasms untouched, spurting his come on the floor while Chanyeol releases his load inside his ass. He slides his cock out and strokes himself to finish.

"Sorry... I came so fast," Baekhyun mumbles weakly, his chest heaving as he holds onto Chanyeol's biceps.

"It's fine, I wanted you to feel good."

With a satisfied groan, Chanyeol watches with interest how his sticky come drips down Baekhyun's ass and thighs. All spent, he carries Baekhyun bridal style and puts him down on the bed, hovering on top of him while the smaller reaches up to his face.

"You up for round two?" Chanyeol asks while he runs his hand on Baekhyun's body, Baekhyun pouts and points at his now flaccid dick, making Chanyeol tsk and shake his head.

"It's soft now," Baekhyun whispers.

"Then let's make it hard again," Chanyeol replies, before he is stroking Baekhyun's length with his large hand, "Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," Baekhyun says, "Only for you, Chanyeol sunbae..."

"Good. Now stay still."

Chanyeol heads out of the bed to get something, while Baekhyun curiously follows him with his eyes as he waits. He sees Chanyeol coming back with a white rope and a red blindfold, making his eyes widen.

"W-where did you get that?" Baekhyun asks, Chanyeol is now holding his ankles together, tying the rope around them carefully.

"You know, just here and there," Chanyeol says, smirking, "Let's spice it up a little bit."

"Please be gentle..."

"I will."

Once done with his feet, he also does the same with Baekhyun's wrists, typing his hands up above his head. The smaller makes no protest since Chanyeol is handling him with extra care, his touches are tender and light as if he doesn't want him to break.

Baekhyun is lying on the bed in his full glory, exposed stark naked and skin glowing under Chanyeol's gaze. His arms are raised above the pillow, while his legs are crossed with his feet tied up together. An angry pink blush colors his cheeks when Chanyeol lovingly smiles down at him.

Baekhyun's cock is now hard and twitching, and Chanyeol knows this kind of thing turns Baekhyun on.

"Since you're all tied up, you don't have access to your body," Chanyeol says, Baekhyun is nervous, "And I'm also gonna take away your sight." He puts the blindfold on him, covering Baekhyun's eyes so he can see nothing.

"What do you feel, Baekhyun?"

"M-my heart is beating so fast," Baekhyun says, "It's so dark... I can't see anything... but it turns me on..."

"Are you horny right now?"

"Yes... Yes, I am."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Anything... Please... Do anything..."

Chanyeol laughs. "What a bitch."

Baekhyun doesn't expect the moist and warm feeling around his throbbing cock, that he suddenly jolts on the bed in surprise. He can't see anything for heaven's sake, and his arms and legs are no use. Breathing hard as he feels Chanyeol's tongue licking around the head of his dick, he can only moan his desires until the other male swallows him whole.

"Oh god!" Baekhyun screams when he feels the tip of his cock reaching something tight, clueless of what Chanyeol is up to. "Fuck!" The strange and pleasurable feeling continues, and he deems Chanyeol is sucking him off right now, deepthroating him.  "Oh my god, it feels so good... Ahh!"

He hears Chanyeol suddenly laugh and it's super erotic and evil, that he wants to see his face but he couldn't. He wants to touch his body but he couldn't. This is pure torture. His cock is now hard and aching in arousal, his senses are hypersensitive. This is too much.

"Open your goddamn mouth," he hears Chanyeol again say, but before he can even move a muscle, his jaw is already stretched open wide. Feeling Chanyeol's cock around his lips, he can do nothing when the other male fists his hair to fuck his mouth senseless.

"Mmngh... Mnnghh!" Baekhyun moans.

"Yeah? What is it? Don't you know you look so hot and sexy like this," Chanyeol says as he slams his length in and out of Baekhyun's mouth, fucking his face until it reaches Baekhyun's tight throat, "Suck harder, Baekhyun. Show me how you blow my big cock blindfolded."

Baekhyun follows his order, opening his jaw extra wide to accomodate his gigantic dick. "Please fuck me," he begs, hooking his tied hands under his knees, bringing them closer to his chest so that his butthole is exposed in the air, "I want your cock inside me, please."

"As you wish," Chanyeol says, before kneeling on the bed and bending Baekhyun into half, giving his firm asscheeks a playful spank or two, "Ready?"

Baekhyun nods.

Chanyeol aligns his hard cock on his entrance, entering him swiftly and fucking the living daylights out of his soul. The bed creeks in each and every thrust, while Baekhyun moans louder and sluttier, feeling Chanyeol's length satisfy him up to the brim. The fact that he can't see anything while being tied like a slave is already thrilling, how much more getting banged in the ass rough until he comes again, untouched.

"Aaahh!" Baekhyun screams as his body spasms while he orgasms, arching his back in pleasure while his toes curl. He feels Chanyeol crawling up to his upper body, kneeling on top of his chest.

"I'm coming, open up!"

Chanyeol comes into Baekhyun's mouth, and without any hesitation Baekhyun swallows it all greedily. He feels the head of Chanyeol's cock smearing the semen around his cheeks, and it's so filthy and hot he's getting aroused again.

"You're so amazing," Chanyeol says as he pants hard exhausted, and he's taking off Baekhyun's blindfold to have a look on his face. "Fuck... That was so great, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun nods, also breathing erratically. "Yeah... That was really fun!"

"I feel so tired, oh god..." Chanyeol slumps his body beside Baekhyun after he unties him, throwing the rope and the blindfold somewhere. He rolls on the bed and lies flat on his stomach, burying his face against the pillow. He feels all spent, he drove the whole day and fucked Baekhyun hard. "I wanna sleep..."

Chuckling, Baekhyun scoots closer to him for a nice cuddle. "Already? It's still early! Let's do it again!"

"I can't anymore," Chanyeol mutters, "Later... Let me take a rest first."

Baekhyun frowns, "But I don't wanna sleep yet..."

"That's because you were sleeping in the car while I was driving," Chanyeol deadpans.

"Okay. You can rest while I do something here," Baekhyun grins.

"Just don't go anywhere, alright?"

Silence is Baekhyun's reply when Chanyeol suddenly feels the other male's weight on his back. He is sitting on top of his torso like a kid riding a horse. Chanyeol groans and turns his head around, glaring at the smaller.

"Hey. Get off me," he mutters, Baekhyun only shakes his head and adjusts himself so he is sitting right on top of Chanyeol's firm ass.

Smooth.

"I'll give you a massage," Baekhyun says in a coy tone, "Don't mind me, Chanyeol sunbae. I'm not gonna do anything weird," And he's kneading the taller's man buns with his small hands, loving how firm they are under his touch. "You know, just touching your backside like this."

Chanyeol slits his eyes suspiciously, "Don't you fucking dare. I know what you're thinking right now."

Baekhyun stifles himself from smiling, maintaining a normal face, "What, I'm just safely sitting here, nothing more, just testing the view of a top. Oh! So this is how it looks like from behind, huh?"

"Yeah. So could you please get off and lie down beside me already?"

Baekhyun purposely grinds his hardening member against Chanyeol's spine, making Chanyeol jerk in surprise. "Fuck Baekhyun, if you do that again---"

"Do what?" Baekhyun says. "You told me you wanted to rest so just do your thing."

Chanyeol sighs. "You know I could just easily flip you over, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't do it because you're too tired and you will allow me to top tonight."

"Woah. Hold it right there," Chanyeol says. He stares up at Baekhyun who's still seated on top of his back, specifically his asscheeks, "So this is all it's about?"

Baekhyun smiles sheepishly. "Well..."

"That's not gonna happen."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with me on top?"

"Still no."

Baekhyun frowns. "But why not? We've been dating for almost three years now but you won't even allow me to top... It's just unfair!"

"What?" Chanyeol says. "It's not unfair, babe. This is how our relationship works, okay? I'm the top so I top, and you're the bottom so you bottom. Just accept the goddamn truth."

Baekhyun still doesn't budge. "If you really love me, you will bottom for me even just for once."

"No, and that's final."

This isn't working, Baekhyun thinks to himself. Maybe he should use reverse psychology. He learned it from the internet once, and maybe it's the right time to use it to Chanyeol.

"Okay," Baekhyun says. "Now I understand that you're just scared."

Chanyeol flinches. "What?"

"You're scared, right? That it would hurt?" Baekhyun starts, "You don't want me to top because you don't wanna experience how it feels like to be in pain. You're such a pussy."

Chanyeol sends him a death glare as he clenches his fist. "Did you just. Did you just fucking call me a pussy?"

"Yes, you are a pussy," Baekhyun repeats. "You're afraid to have your virgin asshole wrecked by my cock."

Chanyeol sarcastically laughs at that, can't believe Baekhyun just said those words in a sentence. "Don't test me, Baekhyun. You know how I get angry."

"Oh really? Then get angry with me and die with a virgin hole forever," Baekhyun says smugly, "Unless you want other man to fuck you other than me? Oh my god. Isn't that kind of a bitchy attitude, Chanyeol sunbae?"

Chanyeol doesn't like what's coming out of Baekhyun's mouth right now, but he can say that Baekhyun looks adorable when he tries to be sassy. He knows that the other make is playing with him, and the character somehow suits him.

"W-why are you smiling like that?" Baekhyun says, trying not to ruin his facade. "So you admit now that you're chickening out?"

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says. "Do you really want it so bad?"

Baekhyun's eyes widen. "Oh my god."

"I'm asking you. Do you really want to top so bad?"

Baekhyun averts his eyes, "Yes... But... I just..."

"Fine."

Baekhyun's heart jumps. "R-really?"

Chanyeol nods.

Baekhyun lets out the loudest squeal he has for today. He is laughing like a maniac as he plays with the lube around his cock excitedly, while still sitting on top of Chanyeol's ass.

"Oh my god, this feels so weird," Baekhyun says as he strokes his dick covered with too much lube, "I can't believe I'm finally doing this! Haha!"

Chanyeol sighs. "Oh god."

"I'm done!" Baekhyun says enthusiastically, "Should I put it inside you now?"

"Yeah. Just stick it in my butthole and when you're done, just pull it out," Chanyeol mutters. Baekhyun is just quiet behind his back, so he thinks the other male is playing with the lube again.

"Hey, the lube's too much. You don't have to coat it again," Chanyeol says, turning to Baekhyun kneeling behind him. He furrows his eyebrows. "The fuck are you doing?"

"It's in."

"What?"

"I said it's already in."

Silence.

"I don't feel it," Chanyeol says. "You sure it's inside already?"

Baekhyun peeks at his cock inside Chanyeol's ass, nodding. "Yes."

"Oh, fuck." Chanyeol hides his face on the pillow when he feels Baekhyun thrusting in very slowly.  "It feels so fucking weird."

"I'm finally fucking you!" Baekhyun exclaims while enjoying his position on top, sliding his small cock in and out of Chanyeol, now fucking him fast. "So this is how it feels like to be a top? Aaahhh! It feels so good!"

"Why can't I feel anything," Chanyeol mumbles. "Is your cock that too small?"

"Hey, my cock must be small but it's still pretty!"

Chanyeol claws the sheets hard, it's coming.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna come!" Baekhyun screams out loud, "Can I come inside you?"

Chanyeol doesn't know whether to laugh or not so he just smiles to himself. "Do whatever you want if that's what makes you happy."

Baekhyun is already sound asleep when Chanyeol suddenly wakes up. It's only 3am in the morning, and he can still sleep for a few hours. Seeing Baekhyun lying gorgeous beside him, he tugs the blanket up higher to cover his naked back, and he can't help but laugh to himself hearing Baekhyun's cute little snores.

Since when did he fall in love with this person so much?

"What am I gonna do without you," he mumbles while brushing Baekhyun's fringe softly with his hand. "I fucking love you so much."

Baekhyun breathes as an answer.

Undraping his own blanket to head to the bathroom, Chanyeol gets up on the bed but suddenly falls on the floor when he takes a first step.

"Ouch, what the fuck," he curses while trying to stand up, enduring the extreme pain on his ass creeping from his spine down his legs, "My ass fucking hurts... What the hell..."

He feels like already dying. He is fucking sore for pete's sake. Everything aches and he can't even move a single muscle. His asshole hurts so bad, it stings as hell, and he wants to just cry in pain. It's as if there were sharp needles piercing his asshole, making it bleed to death.

Maybe he lied about the part when he told Baekhyun he didn't feel anything.

Maybe he also lied about the part that Baekhyun's dick is small.

Still sleeping, Baekhyun giggles in his dream while Chanyeol painfully limps his way back to the bed.

"Fuck you," Chanyeol mutters, "You won't ever top me again. I swear to god..."

*

Baekhyun's mouth is shaped into a big 'o' when the car halts in front of the  large beautiful mansion. His eyes can't believe what he's seeing right now. If Chanyeol's house is already big in Seoul, then Park Residence is thrice bigger. The green lawn is so spacious in front, and there's also a water fountain at the center of the ground. It looks just like in the movies, and now he's finally here.

They're finally here.

Chanyeol gets off the car first to open the door for Baekhyun, smiling at his lover who's obviously shaking and feeling nervous at the same time. Baekhyun breathes the American air and steps out of the car, setting foot at Chanyeol's abode.

"We're here," Chanyeol mutters, his deep voice resonates along the calm breeze of this perfectly sunny weather. "We're finally here, Baekhyun."

"Chanyeol sunbae?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you." Baekhyun stretches his hand out for Chanyeol to hold, and the other male looks at it before he glances up, seeing him smile brightly. "Say it back"

"Fine," Chanyeol replies, "I love you too. Happy?"

"Of course. But can you hold my hand?" Baekhyun asks. "Just like how you hold my heart with you?"

Chanyeol laughs a little and takes Baekhyun's smaller hand, lacing their fingers together into a tight secure grip. They both face the Park's house, their hearts steadily beating in accord with renewed hopes for the future, a future that the both of them exist.

Chanyeol gently squeezes Baekhyun's palm, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Baekhyun says as he smiles, "I'm ready."

"Always?" Chanyeol asks.

Baekhyun nods, smiling up to the man he greatly loves.

Forever.

"Always and everyday."

And a lifetime with you.

Fin.

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For Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Light within the Fire.

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All Rights Reserved.