FIRST MEETING
⚠️ [Mature] ⚠️

Byun Baekhyun didn't like being dragged places against his will, and this time was most definitely no exception. His two best friends since high school were currently dancing together, and when someone caught their eye that they thought who was hot, they would switch off and dance with them. Baekhyun was sitting at the bar, twirling a shot glass between his fingers as he people watched.

By this point he was getting extremely feed up, people kept approaching him and asking if he wanted to dance. He had been nice about it, kindly declining their offers and telling them he had a girlfriend. After that they'd dejectedly walk away with their heads down. But it was true, he wasn't lying to make them feel better.

He, Byun Baekhyun, has been dating a girl he's known since middle school and had never had the courage to tell her how he felt. It had only been recently at one of his friends parties, Luhan's, that he was finally able to admit it. Although granted he had been very drunk at the time and even kissed her.

That was four months ago, and now, they were both happy. But ever since then, there's been this odd feeling hovering above him, and it always seemed to grow more prominent when they kissed or even got remotely close to actually doing something. It was always Baekhyun that stopped it, and he would blame it on fear because for him, it would be his first time.

Baekhyun sighed heavily and glanced down at his phone when it lit up with a text from his girlfriend.

Queen TaeTae has sent you a message, it read.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and softly laughed to himself, remembering when Taeyeon had taken his phone one night and changed her name in his contacts. He sighed and clicked open the message.

From: Queen TaeTae
To: B.B.H. Bunny

Do you want to do something tomorrow after our classes? And I mean actually do something this time, I don't want to hang out in your tiny apartment again and watch you scream and shout as you play video games. 🙄

From: Queen TaeTae
To: B.B.H. Bunny

Besides, you never let me play, it's boring when all I can do is watch. 😩😭

Baekhyun sighed again and thought for a moment, but nothing really came to him, so he decided just to reply with:

From: B.B.H. Bunny
To: Queen TaeTae

Why don't we go to The Club? I'm dying to hear and see those guys, Lee Taemin and Kim Jongin sing and dance again. They're so talented.

Baekhyun hit send and then slipped his phone back into his pocket again. He furrowed his brow and softly cursed before saying, "Damn, I have to use the bathroom after drinking all that shit now. How am I still not drunk, yet?" Baekhyun wondered as he slide off his stool, and the moment his feet hit the floor, he about kissed it instead.

He managed to catch himself on the bar and muttered, "Okay, never mind, I'm officially very very drunk," he mumbled as he slowly shuffled his way to the bathroom.

As he was about to turn towards the hallway leading to the man's room though, he spotted someone sitting at one of the tables. And it wasn't about the fact that he was alone and so handsome that why in the hell would he ever be alone? But the fact that he was reading —- in a bar —- and so completely immersed into the novel that it had Baekhyun doing a double take. It was odd, whoever came to a bar and decided that, "Oh hey, I think I'm going to read a book!" Exactly! No one ever.

With his curiosity rising, Baekhyun peered closer in hopes to catch a glimpse of the name of the novel he read, and was further surprised when he saw it to be Macbeth.

Oh my God, Baekhyun thought. Who is he?

So even more curious, Baekhyun abandoned his original plan of using the restroom and instead approached the man reading a freaking Shakespearean novel in the middle of a freaking bar. And without so much as a word, he slide into the empty booth in front of him, the whole time his brain screaming, "What the hell are you doing!? This is crazy! You don't even know him! Leave!"

Baekhyun sighed, the small noise causing the man to lower his novel as he automatically said, "I already told you, I'm not interested in drinking tonight. I have a very—" He stopped short when he noticed Baekhyun, and furrowed his brow as he muttered, "You're not a bartender."

Baekhyun chuckled and said, "No, I'm not, but I am a bar attender."

The man pursed his lips, but Baekhyun noticed the twitch of his lips before he said, "That's cute. And you are?"

Baekhyun smirked and leaned forward, folding his arms onto the table as he replied, "Nobody special, but from the looks of your book, I'd say your trying to leave an impression. So why Shakespeare?"

The man chuckled and leaned forward as well, setting the book off to the side as he replied teasingly, "Because it was all a ploy to get beauties like you to notice me," he said before flashing his perfect teeth.

Baekhyun narrowed his eyes and said, "Hah hah, that's funny."

The man grinned and said, "Thank you, thank you. But really, I just moved here and wanted to take a break from all the unpacking I've been doing. To relax."

Baekhyun bursted out laughing at that and wheezed as he gasped out, "And you thought attending a very popular noisy bar would give you that sense of relaxation? Hah!" Baekhyun laughed again.

"Mhm, you're right, it is a weird choice."

Baekhyun nodded and said, "Yeah, very weird. So back to my original question, why Shakespeare?"

"Well, I choose this particular novel because it's relatable."

"You think killing innocent people and driving others mad is relatable?" Baekhyun asked skeptically.

The man chuckled and said, "No, not that, the parts about the desire to have more and to fight for love or power, no matter how twisted it may become."

Baekhyun nodded. "Well, that makes a little more sense, power and love will make people do crazy, unspeakable things."

The man merely nodded, and after another moment he was saying, "You're turn now."

Baekhyun furrowed a confused brow, and he continued on to ask, "Meaning, it's your turn to answer my question, being of which, your name?"

Baekhyun suddenly felt his cheeks flush, and he shook his head as he replied, "Uh, B-Byun Baekhyun. And now your name?"

"Park Chanyeol."

Park Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol. Why does that sound familiar? Baekhyun wondered. He decided to just shake it off though and asked, "So if you don't mind sharing with a complete stranger, may I ask where you moved here from?"

Chanyeol smiled and picked at the corner of the book cover before glancing up to meet Baekhyun's gaze as he replied, "I just got back from the states after studying."

Baekhyun whistled and said, "Oh wow, what major?"

Chanyeol smiled sheepishly, the faint hints of a blush coloring his cheeks when he replied, "I was studying music."

Baekhyun smiled and exclaimed, "Oh my God, that's so weird, I've been studying the arts. Not just art, like oil pastels and canvases but every aspects of the word. So, do you play any instruments?"

Chanyeol grew sheepish again when he replied, "I dabble in things here and there. How about you?"

"The piano mainly, but I can play a mean triangle," Baekhyun said with a laugh.

Chanyeol laughed too. "So, did you come here with anybody?" he asked.

Baekhyun arched a brow and said, "Why do you ask?"

"Because I would love to see your mad triangle skills in person, and . . ." Chanyeol trailed off. Baekhyun prompted him with a look; Chanyeol sighed. "And because you are, maybe one of the first people I've talked to since moving here, and I'd like to hang out if you don't mind?"

Baekhyun didn't speak for a moment, but there was this desire to go with him. Baekhyun was bored here, and it's not like his friends would notice or care since they were out on the dance floor having fun with their own strangers.

Baekhyun pursed his lips, debating, and then he said, "Alright, and we can go to my place if you don't mind? It's really close."

Chanyeol nodded and said, "Oh, that's fine by me. My place is still covered in boxes, making for a not so welcoming atmosphere."

Baekhyun laughed and said, "Well, alright then. Did you drive here? I rode with my friends."

Chanyeol nodded. "Yeah, I have a ride. Do you want to tell your friends you're leaving before we go?"

Baekhyun pursed his lips and then shook his head. "No, I'll just text them from your car," Baekhyun said.

Chanyeol smiled and nodded and Baekhyun smiled back. As he followed Chanyeol outside to his car, he started to ask himself what the hell he was doing. Why was he taking a total stranger to his house and showing him were he lived? He had to be insane or very drunk, or so desperate for a change that he was seeking it through a stranger. Why didn't he just go to his girlfriend? Maybe they could actually do something for once?

Baekhyun had been too distracted texting Luhan and Kyungsoo, telling them he was going home with a friend—- A term he used loosely considering he didn't even know him, a fact that once again accentuated his growing insanity. —-to notice that Chanyeol, instead of stopping beside a car, was now holding a helmet and passing it him.

Baekhyun's eyes widened and he gasped, "What!? You said you had a car!"

Chanyeol chuckled and retorted, "Actually, I said I had a ride. You implied yourself that I had a car."

Baekhyun just stood there with his jaw dropped, the helmet like a ball of fire in his hands. Chanyeol climbed onto the motorcycle and glanced over his shoulder at Baekhyun.

"Well, are you getting on or not?"

Baekhyun just continued to gape at him, and sighing, Chanyeol grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward onto the bike.

He secured Baekhyun's arms around his waist, his hand resting on Baekhyun's for a moment longer than necessary. "Alright, you're going to want to hang on. And don't worry, I won't go too fast," Chanyeol said with a throaty chuckle. An then, with a jump-kick start and a smirk, they were zooming out of the parking lot and merging onto the highway.

Baekhyun had buried his face in Chanyeol's back the moment they took off, and dictated the directions to his apartment the same way. Baekhyun could have sworn he heard Chanyeol laughing at him.

When Chanyeol rode up to Baekhyun's apartment, and after cutting my engine he muttered, "Oh wow, this is really weird . . ."

Baekhyun finally pulled his face from Chanyeol's shoulder, his brow furrowed as he asked, "What's weird? Where I live?"

Chanyeol shook his head and said, "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking out loud. Don't worry about it."

Baekhyun pursed his lips but nodded, letting it go —- for the moment, anyway.

Chanyeol climbed off the bike first, looking very natural and graceful. Baekhyun bit his bottom lip, knowing there was no way he could ever manage to look half as cool. And just to prove that fact, he tripped while getting off the bike and landed flat on his ass. Chanyeol just stood there for a moment, his mouth open in surprise before suddenly he bursted into laughter. Baekhyun huffed and glared at him, even smacking his leg as he stood up.

"Sorry, sorry, that was just—- Hah! Hilarious," Chanyeol cried as he wiped away a tear.

Baekhyun pursed his lips and quickly flicked Chanyeol's forehead, causing him to cry out in pain. "There, now let's call it even." Chanyeol rubbed his forehead and sighed while Baekhyun unlocked the door, ushering Chanyeol in first as Baekhyun said from behind him, "So welcome to my humble abode. Cozy, isn't it?" Baekhyun asked with a sarcastic laugh.

Chanyeol turned around and glanced at him, gauging his expression before he replied, "It is cozy, but it'd be crowded with more than one person living here . . . So, do you live alone?"

Baekhyun arched an eyebrow and asked, "Why so curious? Are you plotting something in that giant head of yours?" Chanyeol chuckled and said, "No, of course not, I'm only curious about you. And if we're going to be friends . . .?"

Baekhyun grinned. "So you want to be my friend?"

Chanyeol shrugged and replied, "I don't see why not. We seem to have . . . a lot in common."

Baekhyun nodded and muttered, "Hmm, okay then. Can you cook, because the only thing I'm remotely good at cooking is ramen noodle, and that's instant," Baekhyun honestly admitted with a chuckle.

Chanyeol laughed and said, "I've been know to cook."

Baekhyun grinned. "That's good, because I'm starving. Want to help me cook, then?"

Chanyeol shrugged and replied, "Sure, why not."

As it turned out, Baekhyun had no food and they did end up with a bowl of instant ramen each. They had moved back into the living room, the first room one would see when walking through the front door, and Baekhyun had switched the TV on. After awhile though, both the food —- after being half-eaten —- and the TV had been forgotten about as they had started to talk. The conversation soon turned into a battle once Chanyeol had made the mistake of saying LOL was for nerds who hid away in their parent's basement.

Baekhyun had gasped and smacked him so hard, leaving a red handprint on his arm as he cried, "I play that, you jerk! And it is not for nerds!" And then Baekhyun got up and pulled the game out from his TV cabinet and said, "And it prove it, I'm going to make you play it! So grab a controller because your about to have ball-blowing-off fun!"

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"Damn it!" Chanyeol cried out for the second time in under twenty minutes.

Baekhyun grinned to himself and peeked over at Chanyeol. He laughed once he saw his expression and said, "So, are you ready to take back what you said about this game being for nerds?"

Baekhyun snickered and Chanyeol rolled his eyes, playful shoving Baekhyun as he said, "Yeah, okay, I admit it. I was wrong. This is a really good game. Thanks. And it sure beats the alternate night I would have had."

Baekhyun glanced at him curiously and asked, "And that would have been . . .?"

"Me sitting home alone as I unpack box after box, listening to music," Chanyeol responded.

Baekhyun nodded and murmured, "Yeah, you're right, that does sound boring."

Chanyeol chuckled and flicked Baekhyun's forehead, saying, "You didn't have to agree."

Baekhyun scowled at him and rubbed his forehead, then said, "That was rude."

Chanyeol just laughed and Baekhyun scoffed, and then quicker than Chanyeol could comprehend, Baekhyun jabbed his side and started to tickle him. Chanyeol gasped and laughed, trying to catch his breath, but Baekhyun was ruthlessly and didn't allow him to breathe. It was only when Chanyeol managed to grab his wrists and wrestle him back onto the couch that he was able to breathe. And as he gazed down at Baekhyun, who's cheeks were a soft shade of pink from excitement, Chanyeol thought he was the most beautiful thing he had seen. And before he knew what he was doing, he had kissed him. He didn't know why he did, but thought it may be the factoring alcohol they had earlier when they were watching TV.

Baekhyun's laughter stilled in his throat as his body became frozen in shock from the pressure of Chanyeol's lips against his. And oddly, Baekhyun didn't find himself pulling away, but entwining a hand up into Chanyeol's soft hair as he kissed him back —- as if he enjoyed kissing him.

It's the alcohol, Baekhyun thought. I must be drunker than I thought. But why am I still not pulling away? Baekhyun wondered when he felt Chanyeol's tongue against his bottom lip.

Baekhyun gasped into the kiss, allowing Chanyeol to slide his tongue inside and taste him. Baekhyun gasped again and embarrassingly and unexpectedly, he moaned, which caused Chanyeol to release a moan of his own as one hand slide down to Baekhyun's waist. Then his lips moved to Baekhyun's ear, and the words he heard being huskily whispered into his ear sent thrilling and confusingly wonderful chills down his spine.

He felt like he had lost his mind when he found himself replying back with a breathy, "Mhm, j-just pass the kit-kitchen . . ."

Chanyeol kissed his neck and scooted back as he alluringly said, "Show me."

Baekhyun couldn't help his smirk as he sat up too and slide off the couch, grabbing Chanyeol's shirt collar to pull him up as he said, "Alright, follow me then."

He wasn't thinking about what he said, and he most definitely wasn't thinking about what he was doing as he lead Chanyeol down the short hallway to his bedroom.

This is insane, said the little voice in Baekhyun's head.

If it's so insane then why are you allowing it? Baekhyun thought back. The voice didn't have a response to that, and Baekhyun internally rolled his eyes. Nice chatting with you.

When they reached Baekhyun's room, Chanyeol looked around with a small smile before saying, "This seems to really suit you."

Baekhyun glanced around too, smiling to himself as well. His room did suit him. It was smallish, and painted a baby blue —- a color that made him feel like he was sleeping under the gorgeous open sky, especially when the air was warm —- and he had his favorite famous or otherwise book quotes painted onto the walls along with other abstract designs. It was something he had done in secret and would get him evicted if his landlord ever found out; it all signified his free spirit. His bed sheets were very soft and he had cloud like pillows, an arrangement that was all very inviting —- but seeing his bed now had him extremely nervous.

Baekhyun smiled again at what Chanyeol had said and found himself once again with his lips connecting with Chanyeol's. He didn't allow himself to think, but only to feel as Chanyeol lightly grasped his waist and lead him backwards towards his bed.

God, I have to be really fucking drunk to be doing this, Baekhyun thought as he felt Chanyeol's hands teasing the skin of his lower abdomen and sliding around to his back. Then his shirt was being removed as Chanyeol ducked his head to kiss his chest, then moving back to his lips when he whispered, "Jesus, Baek, you're really beautiful."

Fuck, I'm really stupid, Baekhyun thought as he pulled Chanyeol closer and kissed him more deeply. Why am I doing this? I have a girlfriend for God's sake! So fucking stupid.

As Baekhyun internally yelled at himself, he felt one of Chanyeol's hands slide down his waist, over his butt, to the back of his lower thigh before suddenly Baekhyun was falling backwards onto the mattress with a gasp. Shit! Who is this guy!?

Chanyeol followed after Baekhyun after he removed his own shirt, softly kissing him and suddenly changing the previous throwing-him-onto-the-bed-vibe into something gentle and sweet. The shifting of the mood made Baekhyun's head spin and cloud his way of rationalization. Although that had already been blown to hell with the first fiery touch, and the fact that Chanyeol looked even hotter without a shirt made his head even more clouded.

Wait! Hot!? Baekhyun thought. But he didn't have much time to dwell on that thought and what it could possibly mean because in that moment, Baekhyun became like putty in Chanyeol's hands, too weak to do much more than react in the most provocative way. To gasp and moan whenever Chanyeol's lips met his skin and his teeth grazed his neck and collar bones; dotting his always perfectly flawless milky white skin in crimson rose buds.

Why was he even still kissing him? Baekhyun has a girlfriend that he . . . really likes, and he's in his bedroom now with some stranger. And a man at that!?

Shit, Baekhyun thought. This is wrong. This is so wrong. Why am I doing this? I don't cheat, and I most certainly wouldn't do it with a man! Shit! And yet, I still can't seem to pull away . . .

Chanyeol trailed his lips across Baekhyun's collar bone, and when he reconnected their lips and Baekhyun tasted the alcohol against Chanyeol's tongue and felt his hands on his waist as he started to slowly tug his jeans down, it felt surreal.

Then the chill of the room was touching his bare skin and he squeezed his eyes shut, not opening them until he heard Chanyeol's soft yet deep voice whispering in his ear, "Do you want this?"

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip and envisioned himself saying no. But his brain and, it seemed his dick, had other plans because instead he nodded his head 'Yes'.

"Please," Baekhyun whispered on a breathy sigh.

Chanyeol didn't wait for much else before he was pulling his own jeans off and kissing the corner of Baekhyun's mouth as he asked against his lips, "Do you have anything?"

Although Baekhyun's never done anything, that didn't make him naive. He shook his head and breathed, "No." He was also aware that it would hurt like hell the first time from what his friends have told him —- considering they both preferred men over women.

Chanyeol nodded and kissed Baekhyun again, his lips hovering over his as he softly replied, "Okay, I'll be gently, and here," Chanyeol brushed his thumb over Baekhyun's parted lips and slowly slide his fingers into his mouth. His eyes closed in bliss as he felt the warmth of Baekhyun closing around him and his tongue expertly sucking on his fingers.

Chanyeol retracted his hand after a moment, and a line of salvia hung from his fingers and connected back to Baekhyun's lips. Chanyeol felt his breathing become ragged at the sheer sight of him. He felt himself growing harder as he furiously kissed him and gasped against his mouth, "Fuck, your so hot." Baekhyun hummed and it felt like he was on cloud nine.

It shouldn't feel this good, should it? Being with a man? Baekhyun sighed and before he could think too much more into it, he felt the removal of his boxers as they slowly slide down his thighs and the spring of his dick as it leapt forward after being restrained for too long. He was too intoxicated for his own good, not thinking clearly as he felt the ghost of one of Chanyeol's fingers hovering around his puckered hole, and then he was pushing his way inside, and Baekhyun groaned against the pain and squeezed his eyes shut.

He felt Chanyeol's lips against his and he softly muttered, "Open your eyes." Baekhyun squinted his eyes open and grimaced against the pain. It was so much. Too much, and yet, not enough. He gasped and felt a tear roll down his cheek when Chanyeol added another finger, and he kissed Baekhyun's tears away.

Baekhyun gasped and managed to rasp, "M-move."

Chanyeol nodded and kissed the corner of Baekhyun's mouth again as he started to move his fingers in and out, stretching them outwards against the contracting muscle as he pushed deeper and added a third finger. Baekhyun had tears running down his cheeks, but the pain was starting to change into something else as Chanyeol found his rhythm.

When Chanyeol removed his hand, dripping with pre-come, Baekhyun mourned the loss, but then realized from the growing bulge inside Chanyeol's boxers that he was anything but done. Chanyeol removed his boxers then, and the sight before Baekhyun had him gulping. He was both afraid and excited for what was too come, and as he started to think about it, it seemed as if the fear was taking him over.

Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun then, the lingering taste of alcohol still present on his tongue, and it was like a slap to the face. The tangy taste of the alcohol snapped him back to his senses along with the chill of the room against the skin of his lower half.

Baekhyun clamped up underneath Chanyeol, the latter noticing the change in him as he pulled back curiously. "Baek, everything okay?" he huskily whispered.

Baekhyun kept his lips tightly shut as he felt the sting of tears in the back of his eyes, before finally managing to say, "I-I have a girlfriend, and this.... I can't cheat on her."

Chanyeol stayed silent for a moment, a hand still gripping one of Baekhyun's thighs. Baekhyun looked up at him, but found it hard to meet his piercingly sharp gaze, which had him nervously glancing away every so often.

"Are you kidding? Because if you are and just wanted me to stop, you could have just said so instead of lying," Chanyeol said.

Baekhyun's eyes widened and he gasped, "What? I'm not lying, I really do have a girlfriend."

"Alright, say you do. Now explain why you kissed me?" Chanyeol challenged.

"No, you kissed me . . ." Baekhyun murmured as he trailed off.

Chanyeol scoffed. "Okay, I'll leave then," he said as he slide off the bed and grabbed his clothes off the floor. He didn't glance at Baekhyun once after dressing before he left the room; the front door slamming shut in the distance.

Baekhyun flinched at the sound and closed his eyes, and when he did, he saw Chanyeol's sharp gaze staring back at him.

Fuck, Baekhyun thought. I've really screwed up this time. Baekhyun sighed dejectedly, and as he laid there not bothering to redress himself, he felt the ghost of Chanyeol's touch and felt a single tear roll down his cheek. He didn't understand his reason for crying, and he most diffidently didn't understand why he was hurting so badly.

Park Chanyeol, what did you do to me?

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Author's Notes

Hi, everyone! I decided to post a new ChanBaek story and can't wait to see what happens next. So please, vote, comment, and share with your friends!

Oh, and by the way, this story has and will have a lot of raw emotions, just so you're prepared. 🤗

Anyway, until next time.... 🌸🌸