Title: The Unfaithful One
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Sehun/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Romance, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Sex, Cheating, Alcohol, Cursing

Summary: Chanyeol is always sleeping with someone. Baekhyun finds comfort in the arms of another man.

*

To Baekhyun, what hurts the most is to find the one you love, the one whom you exchange vows with, the one whom you promised to spend the rest of your life with, tangled in the same sheets with another person, on the same bed where you and your husband used to make love.

Baekhyun knows his husband is fucking someone. He found it out last month, when he got off from work late at night. That time, he saw Chanyeol, he was standing naked, his back pressed against the wall while a woman was kneeling in front of him, sucking off his cock. Baekhyun saw how Chanyeol threaded his fingers through the woman's long hair, pulling it as she bobbed her head up and down his husband's cock, and Baekhyun just stood still, hands clenched into fist by his sides, his heart breaking into million pieces.

Chanyeol carried the woman to their bed and began to thrust into her, his hands molding the woman's breast as the woman's legs wrapped around Chanyeol's torso while moaning obscenely. Chanyeol grunted in pleasure, and Baekhyun sobbed in grief.

Baekhyun didn't speak, didn't yell, didn't make a move to stop the woman, instead he closed his eyes, turned his head around and ran to their bathroom. He locked the door and cried into his knees, sobbing his heart out as cold tiles sunk into his back, images of his husband's infidelity flashing in his mind together with the loud moans and slapping of skin against skin.

Baekhyun pretended he saw nothing even if the act was followed countless times after the first incident. Even though Chanyeol didn't bother to explain nor to ask forgiveness, Baekhyun has already forgiven him, because he really loves his husband and he's afraid that Chanyeol would leave him when he made a fuss about it. So when Chanyeol asked him to have sex last night, he brushed off the painful thoughts of his husband fucking someone in his mind, nodding as Chanyeol undressed him.

"I love you," Chanyeol whispered into Baekhyun's ear as he caressed his husband's bare chest, his thumb grazing around the sensitive nipple, and Baekhyun tried his best not to think if Chanyeol also says it to other people he is sleeping with. Closing his eyes shut, Baekhyun whispered back the same words, his tears trickling onto his pale cheeks.

Chanyeol was rough, that Baekhyun has to find purchase on the sheets under him as Chanyeol pounded his cock into his ass, it was really painful this way, because the pace was fast Baekhyun couldn't catch up. He moaned, begging for Chanyeol to please please, slow down and be gentle, but Chanyeol was too blinded and deafened by his lust to hear his little husband's pleas underneath him. Chanyeol came with a low sensual groan, his warm come flowing down Baekhyun's ass messily. He already fell asleep after his orgasm to notice Baekhyun was still hard, he haven't came yet. Baekhyun pushed his husband's sleeping figure on top of him as he got up, walking to their bathroom to finish himself off.

Why am I doing this, why do I have to do this, Baekhyun asked himself as he pumped his own cock, his thoughts were blank, thoughts of his husband didn't help to quicken his orgasm. Instead, he saw Chanyeol fucking with different people, sometimes with a man but always with women, and that definitely hurt in Baekhyun's part. He knew he couldn't give Chanyeol the pleasure he craves just like what a woman could give, and Baekhyun blamed himself for that. He is useless, he couldn't satisfy Chanyeol's needs, and most importantly, he couldn't bare children.

Baekhyun just wanted to have his release, he just wanted to come and sleep, but his heart is too heavy, his vision is blurry with tears, his cock hard in his hand as he strokes his member furiously. Baekhyun pressed his head against the bathroom wall as he finally came, his mouth muttering Chanyeol's name repeatedly.

"I love you so much," Baekhyun whispered to himself, but he was answered with Chanyeol's deep snores from their cold bedroom that was once warm.

*

Baekhyun doesn't know how he's lying naked on top of a bed, the room is dark around him plus the alcohol in his system is making things more difficult to decipher.

He remembers he went to a club to drink and to forget his problem, his husband brought a woman at home again. So that's why he was sitting on a barstool, an alcoholic drink perched on his hand. Just a little later, he's dancing on the dancefloor with someone, their sweaty bodies were pressed together in a sinful dance. The music was loud and inviting, that Baekhyun swore he's gotten deaf, his head felt like it's floating in the air. Baekhyun felt a pair of lips against his neck, sucking his skin while a hand roamed around his heated body because of the alcohol, making him want take off his clothes right away. There was a husky whisper into his ear, and Baekhyun found himself nodding, allowing a figure to drag him to somewhere.

Baekhyun arches his back when he feels warmth enveloping his cock, his mind still buzzing and his vision unclear. He grips the metal railing of the bed, and he knows someone below him is giving him head. It feels so fucking good, that his toes curl in pleasure. It has been a while since he last experienced a blowjob, because he's always the one giving head to his husband--

His husband.

Baekhyun jerks away, coming back to his senses. He forcefully pushes the stranger sucking off his dick in record time, as he hugs his knees to his chest. He knows this is not his husband, he doesn't know who this guy is who's looking at him with lustful eyes.

"Was it bad?" the stranger asks, his voice soothing but dangerous. Baekhyun doesn't answer, his whole body shaking in fear.

"I thought you want me to blow you?" the guy asks. "You agreed to this, right?"

"W-who are y-you?" Baekhyun asks in a wavering voice.

"I'm Sehun," the guy says, smiling. "What's your name?"

"I need to go," Baekhyun says, hastily picking up his clothes scattered on the floor. Sehun watches Baekhyun's naked back before him.

"But why!? You're leaving me with a fucking hard-on!?" Sehun shouts, he grabs Baekhyun's arm and faces his body to him. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm not," Baekhyun answers, his eyes worried. "Y-you don't understand, this is a misunderstanding. I-I shouldn't be here."

"And why not? This is a club and everybody's hooking up with someone--"

"I'm married," Baekhyun says, wearing his pants and shirt quickly. "My husband is waiting at home."

Sehun's mouth shapes into an "o" as he releases his grip into Baekhyun's arm. He steps back, looking away.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," Sehun says, scratching his naked chest. "I thought you were alone so I hit on you because you're kinda cute, and yeah. I thought you're single."

"I'm sorry, I was drunk and not thinking straight. I-I need to go," Baekhyun says as he marches towards the door, his heart beating fast while his cock is still aching hard inside his pants.

"A-are you sure you don't want to.. at least get off?"

Baekhyun shakes his head. "I can manage."

"Okay," Sehun says, shrugging nonchalantly. "I guess I can manage, too."

Baekhyun is about to go when Sehun calls him, and the moment he turns his head, he already allowed a new person to enter his life.

"Can I know your name?"

"It's Baekhyun."

*

Chanyeol has been good to Baekhyun these past two days. Yesterday, they went to an amusement park and they also visited the zoo. Tonight, Chanyeol took Baekhyun out on a dinner in a restaurant, they also watched a movie like what they used to do when they were still dating in college. Baekhyun missed this, spending time with his husband, that he completely forgot about his husband's unfaithfulness. Chanyeol held his hand on their way home as he drove back to their apartment, Baekhyun's heart filled with renewed joy.

They shower together, warm water spraying their tired backs as they engage in a lazy make out session, Baekhyun's hand wrapped around Chanyeol's arm as his husband kisses him slow and sweet, his calloused hand tracing circles to Baekhyun's waist.

"Did you have fun?" Chanyeol asks as he turns the shower off, carrying his husband bridal style out of the bathroom. Baekhyun nods, smiling.
Bodies still wet from the shower, Chanyeol gently lays Baekhyun on the bed as he plants kisses against Baekhyun's neck. Baekhyun throws his head back, allowing Chanyeol to devour more of his skin. Chanyeol licks his small adam's apple bulging on his throat and Baekhyun whimpers, his husband's tongue tickling his skin.

"Ch-chanyeol," Baekhyun moans as Chanyeol keeps on kissing his chin, his jaw, his collarbones and his chest. "T-touch me, please."

"Where?" Chanyeol asks with a chuckle.

"M-my cock," Baekhyun answers, canting his hips forward in the air in attempt to grind his leaking cock against Chanyeol's cock above him. "Please.."

"Of course, love," Chanyeol says, reaching for his husband's cock curling to his stomach. He pumps it slowly, and Baekhyun moans, feeling his husband's warm hand around his erection stroking him deliciously.

"I'm sorry," Chanyeol whispers, his voice shaking and Baekhyun can feel his heart clench. "I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry."

Baekhyun doesn't know if Chanyeol is apologizing for his sins because he already knows Baekhyun knows what he's doing, or he's just saying sorry for being cold to him during sex. Otherwise, Baekhyun nods with a soft, 'It's okay' as he bucks his hips up, meeting Chanyeol's fist around his cock.

They make love passionately, Chanyeol's cock thrusting into Baekhyun's ass gentle to fast, as he kisses his husband's lips while muttering 'I love you's' into his ears. Baekhyun feels happy when he comes, thinking that finally maybe, Chanyeol is his again, that Chanyeol won't do it again.

Chanyeol comes inside of him, his husband's come filling his ass whole. Chanyeol kisses his forehead with a promise of 'I'm only yours', as he drifts off to sleep, his long arms wrapped protectively around Baekhyun's petite waist.

Smiling to himself as he closes his eyes, Baekhyun believes Chanyeol, that his words are true that night.

*

Baekhyun was wrong.

Chanyeol did it again.

Standing a meter away from their slightly opened bedroom door, Baekhyun finds his husband fucking someone again, but it is different this time. Before, Baekhyun didn't know the people his husband was sleeping with, but tonight, he definitely knows who it is who's moaning his husband's name as Chanyeol fucks him fast and hard, the bed creaking in each and every thrust.

"Fuck, ah! Harder, Chan! Harder!" the guy says, who has the nerve to deserve a harder pounding into his ass. Chanyeol complies, thrusting his cock in a deeper and faster pace as he grips the waist of the male underneath him.

Baekhyun's tears roll down his cheeks, his knees trembling as his bestfriend for ten years tugs Chanyeol's hair to pull him down for a sloppy kiss while his husband fucks him. There's a throbbing ache in his heart, with his husband cheating on him together with his own bestfriend, and it fucking hurts like hell, like he just wants to die in pain.

Walking out of their apartment with a disheveled state, Baekhyun wanders the cold streets aimlessly as he stares at nothingness, his eyes crying god knows how long. His feet hurt from all the walking and his body is numb from the slight drizzle of snow, but what hurts the most is his broken heart, and what numbs the most is the love for his husband, slightly turning him into a martyr.

Baekhyun doesn't know why he's sitting again on a barstool, swigging alcohol in one go. All he knows is that, the more drink his body takes, the faster the pain in his chest subsides.

"The usual," a guy says casually to the bartender, sitting on the stool beside Baekhyun. The bartender nods, preparing his preferred drink. While waiting, he turns his head to the man crouched in his own glass and judging by the shaking of his shoulders, he is definitely crying.

Baekhyun shakes his head, bringing his alcohol to drink it bottoms up, but a hand stops him. He turns to the owner of the hand with blank and dull eyes.

"I think you've had enough," the man says in a familiar voice Baekhyun is not sure if he heard it somewhere. "You're wasted as fuck."

"I don't care," Baekhyun says, his hand tightening around the glass of his drink. "I just want the pain to go away."

"Got a problem with your husband, huh?"

Baekhyun oddly looks at the stranger beside him who's looking down at his own drink, shaking the ice inside it. Baekhyun scrunches his face, his vision is quite hazy but he doesn't miss the quirk of lips the guy is giving him.

"I'm the guy who almost blew you," the stranger says. "Sehun is my name, in case you forgot."

Recognition hits Baekhyun, nodding as he swigs again his half-drunk beer. His head is light and his whole body is emotionless, he just wants to crawl to bed and doze off.

"Do you want to get out of here?" the guy says, and Baekhyun, too dizzy and tired to speak, just nods, allowing Sehun to drag him out of the bar while supporting his shoulders as they walk.

"W-where are we.. going," Baekhyun manages to say as they get in the cab Sehun hailed.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home," Sehun says, changing his mind instantly the time his eyes catch the glint of Baekhyun's wedding band wrapped around his ring finger. "I won't do anything to you since you're married. Such a shame."

"I-I.. can't go home," Baekhyun mutters groggily under his breath, he shakes his head. "I shouldn't."

"Why?"

"M-my.. husband is with someone at home," Baekhyun answers, his heart clenching in pain as images of the scene earlier flash vividly in his mind. "I-I can't..."

"Are you crazy?" Sehun says irritatingly in disbelief. "You fucking allow your husband to cheat on your face?"

"Just please," Baekhyun begs. "Don't take me home."

Sehun sighs, cursing lightly. "I'll take you to my unit."

Baekhyun is dropped gently by a pair of arms on a fluffy bed, he could smell the fresh scent of the mattress and it somehow calm him in a good way. He feels a warm body hovering him, straddling his thighs as he pins him on the bed. Baekhyun opens his eyelids weakly only to be dangerously face to face with the guy who took him.

"I really want to fuck you, you know that," Sehun says, looking at Baekhyun's half-lidded eyes. "Hell, I could just undress you now and fuck you right then and there."

"Then do it," Baekhyun says, his head reeling in dizziness, his whole body in heat. He is breathing hard and his vision is hazy, all he wants is to release the tension in his system, to will away the heaviness in his heart.

Sehun's brow quirks, shaking his head with a deep laugh. "Fuck, it's my pleasure."

Without further ado, Sehun quickly latches his lips to Baekhyun' lips, kissing him hungrily, deep and lot of teeth and tongues. Baekhyun whines into Sehun's mouth, feeling Sehun's tongue curl around his mouth as his hand roams along Sehun's toned abs. Sehun leaves Baekhyun's lips to suck hard kisses against the smooth span of Baekhyun's neck, his teeth biting the skin, creating marks along his throat, his collarbones and to his chest.

Shirts discarded on the floor, Sehun tugs Baekhyun's boxers with his thumb, and Baekhyun arches his back, kicking his underwear to his feet. Sehun crawls on top of him as he kisses him again full on the lips, his hips grinding down against Baekhyun's erection for friction. Baekhyun bucks his hips up, meeting Sehun's body, their throbbing cocks pressed together wanting for more.

"Are you okay with this?" Sehun asks against Baekhyun's ear, his hand massaging Baekhyun's smooth stomach, his finger dipping inside Baekhyun's belly button. Baekhyun shudders and Sehun chuckles. "I really want to fuck you, Baekhyun, but I'll stop when you don't want this."

Baekhyun doesn't answer when he tilts Sehun's head to his face and pulls him down, sucking his lower lip needily. Sehun smiles against Baekhyun's mouth, allowing Baekhyun to nibble his lips as he inserts his slick tongue again inside Baekhyun's mouth for him to suck it.

Baekhyun fists the sheets with his both hands when he feels three lubed fingers inside his ass, pumping it in and out erratically. He gasps for air when the digits nudge his prostate, pushing his body down into Sehun's fingers as he moans in pleasure. Baekhyun's cock is hard and leaking against his belly when Sehun withdraws his fingers, replacing it with his thick cock to pound it into the smaller male.

"Fuck," Sehun curses, rocking his body back and forth as he fucks Baekhyun in a rapid pace. He stares at Baekhyun underneath him, beautiful and wrecked at the same time. "Ugh, you're so fucking hot."

Baekhyun grabs his own cock to pump it in time with Sehun's thrusts into his ass when he feels his orgasm nearing, but his hand is swatted away quickly. Sehun's palm is big and enough to stroke his dick, so Baekhyun just puts his hand by his sides, letting Sehun to jack him off while fucking him.

"Fuck, ah, ah, ah!" Sehun moans, feeling Baekhyun's wall constrict against his dick. Baekhyun closes his eyes shut, his toes curling while he arches his back when Sehun hits his prostate dead on.

Baekhyun comes into his stomach with a silent cry, his whole body convulsing in ecstasy as Sehun comes inside of him as well, fucking his come into Baekhyun's ass slow while riding his orgasm. He then pulls his cock out, slumping his exhausted body beside Baekhyun. Sehun pants heavily, bringing his arm to his forehead. He turns his head to Baekhyun only to see him crying, his bare chest shaking as he sobs, his tears trickling on the corner of his eyes. Sehun feels a slight pinch in his heart.

"I'm sorry," Sehun says after a long dead silence. "I know you'll regret this afterwards."

"I can't.. believe I--" Baekhyun trails off, gasping for words and air, his hand clenched into fist. "--did this.. to him... I.. I-I cheated."

"It's okay," Sehun says, his thumb wiping Baekhyun's tears. "He cheated, too. No need to feel guilty."

"But this is wrong," Baekhyun says, clutching the blanket with his hand as he cries. "I slept with you, I'm married."

"He slept with someone, too," Sehun says, and he doesn't know why but he feels a slight pity towards the male beside him, or more or less. "For how many times?"

"I.. don't know," Baekhyun says in a small voice. "I don't want to know."

"We just fucked once," Sehun says, his voice assuring. "We're not doing this again."

Baekhyun nods, closing his eyes and trying to make the uneasiness in his heart disappear. Sehun pulls the blanket over their bodies as he turns off the switch. Turning their backs to each other, there's a huge space in between them as they drift off to a dreamless sleep.

*

Heart pounding nervously inside his chest, Baekhyun dabs the concealer with shaky fingers against the red and purplish hickeys Sehun left that night. There are marks all over his neck, his collarbones and his chest, and he's lucky Chanyeol didn't see it last night in the dark. Chanyeol likes to fuck him in the dark.

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol calls, pounding the bathroom door loudly. "Open the door, I have to pee."

Baekhyun can see his eyes widen in shock in front of the mirror before him. He quickly pockets the concealer, buttoning his shirt again to cover his marked skin.

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol yells. "Why are you taking so long? Open the door!"

"Y-yeah, s-sorry!" Baekhyun shouts back, opening the door for Chanyeol. He can feel Chanyeol's piercing stare at him,so he ducks his head down, tugging up the collar of his loose shirt in attempt to hide his marks.

"Are you hiding something from me?" Chanyeol asks, gripping his little husband's arm. Baekhyun closes his eyes, he can feel Chanyeol's short nails digging into his skin.

"Tell me."

"I'm not hiding anything from you," Baekhyun says, his eyes looking away from Chanyeol. He can feel a slight anger in his heart, thinking that he should be the one asking the question to Chanyeol in the first place.

Chanyeol releases his arm, walking straight to the bathroom as he pees. Baekhyun goes back to the bedroom, sitting on the bed as he returns the concealer inside the lowest drawer of their beside table. Chanyeol comes out from the bathroom then, an annoyed look on his face.

"Are you going to work today?" Baekhyun asks his husband, fidgeting on his seat on the bed when he takes note of Chanyeol taking his clothes off.

"I took a leave," Chanyeol says, standing in front of Baekhyun in his glory. He walks towards the bed beside Baekhyun with a smile, and Baekhyun's heart speeds up in his chest nervously. Chanyeol presses a kiss to his cheek, to the side of his mouth, to his nose, to his chin. Baekhyun doesn't move, his hand folded on top of his lap as his husband kisses every inch of his face.

"Ch-chanyeol," Baekhyun breathes as Chanyeol lays him down on the bed, kissing his neck lightly. "I-I'm still.. sore from last night."

"I'll be gentle," Chanyeol whispers softly. "I promise."

"I-I can't," Baekhyun says, pushing Chanyeol away weakly. "Not now, Chanyeol.."

"But why?" Chanyeol asks worriedly as he continues kissing his husband. "I want you."

"I'm not feeling well," Baekhyun says, jerking away from Chanyeol. His ass really hurts, it still hurts like a bitch because Chanyeol fisted him last night. His head is also aching. He just wants to rest for a while. "I'm sorry."

Chanyeol scoots away from Baekhyun, he grips his husband's thin wrist. "What the fuck is your problem!? Are you refusing me?"

"N-no, I'm just tired," Baekhyun says in a shaking voice. "Please let me rest for a while... We can.. fuck later."

Chanyeol sighs, dragging his hand across his face. "Forget it." He stands up, picking up his clothes and wearing it again. Baekhyun weakly gets up, following his husband with his eyes. He sees Chanyeol grabbing a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube from their drawer, putting it inside his pockets as he wears his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Work."

Chanyeol leaves Baekhyun with a loud bang of the door. Baekhyun's tears fall from his eyes, the cold blankets accompanying him with his sore body. His phone rings, and with wobbling fingers, he answers it.

[Can I come over?]

Baekhyun doesn't answer.

[I just want to check if you're okay.]

"I'm okay."

[Bullshit. I know you're not.]

"Don't call me anymore."

[You shouldn't have answered the call in the first place if you don't want to talk to me.]

"What do you want?"

[I want to see you.]

Baekhyun ends the call. He places his phone under his pillow as he tries to sleep, his thoughts once again blank.

*

Baekhyun is surprised to say the least, that Sehun is standing in front of his apartment with a big grin plastered across his face. He is about to slam the door shut in front of his face, but Sehun's hand is quick to prevent the door from closing.

"Get your hand off the door," Baekhyun says, his eyebrows furrowed. "And leave."

"I came here all the way from Jejudo just to see you and you're telling me to just leave?"

"Please," Baekhyun says, his voice desperate. "I don't have any business to deal with you."

"I just wanted to make sure if you're okay," Sehun says worriedly. "I know there's something wrong the last time I called you."

"And why do you care?"

"Because I like you."

Baekhyun pauses, his hold around the knob loosens. Sehun's eyes is looking intently at him, that Baekhyun feels so small at the moment.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Baekhyun says, sighing. "Go find someone who's not married. I'm not playing with you."

"I'm serious."

"I can't do this, I have a husband. You're still young. Go and date people and don't bother me anymore."

Baekhyun closes the door on Sehun's face, and he doesn't miss the sadness in Sehun's eyes when he looks at him for the last time. His heart pounds painfully in his chest as he turns his back away.

"Baekhyun," Sehun calls, pounding on the door. "Just take the medicine I brought then I'll leave."

Baekhyun sighs, turning towards the door again. He grips the doorknob with his hand as he swings the door open. Before Baekhyun could say something, Sehun has already pressed him against the wall, the door automatically closes behind him. He attacks Baekhyun's lips as he pins his wrist, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. Baekhyun gasps into Sehun's mouth, pushing the taller male away from him, but he's weak, he's too weak and too tired so he gives in. Sehun drops the plastic bag of medicine on the floor as he carries Baekhyun, their lips still connected in a hurried kiss. Baekhyun wraps his hand around Sehun's neck tightly as Sehun carries him to the living room.

"I missed you so much," Sehun whispers as he lays Baekhyun on the couch. "I missed your lips and also your ass."

"D-don't," Baekhyun huskily breathes, holding Sehun's hand on top of his thigh. "I'm sore... it still hurts."

"I'll make you feel good," Sehun says, brushing Baekhyun's fringe softly. "I assure you."

Sehun takes off Baekhyun's boxers, pulling it down his milky thighs with one hand. He goes down the couch, his face in level with Baekhyun's ass as he spreads Baekhyun's cheeks with his hands.

"W-what are you-- ah!" Baekhyun yells when he feels something wet poking his entrance. It hurts, the pain is striking to his spine. He has to hold the couch for support not to slide his body down the floor. He feels Sehun's tongue again inside his ass, licking around the rim and it stings, but it feels so fucking good and pleasurable. A hand is massaging his thigh while Sehun continues to thrust his tongue in and out of his sensitive hole, he can feel his cock harden to his stomach.

"S-sehun," Baekhyun moans, his body canting down Sehun's face under him. "Ahh.. Sh-shit.."

The tongue in his asshole is joined by two fingers, pumping them slowly as Sehun licks his way deeper, his tongue curling around the entrance while he fingers Baekhyun. Baekhyun grunts, pleasure crawling into his whole body. He can feel his abdomen coil tightly as Sehun strokes his hard cock while continuously pushing his fingers in and out of him.

Baekhyun shudders, white come spurting out of his cock as he gets into his climax. Sehun tugs his dick lazily, looking at him with a smile on his lips. Sehun pulls out his fingers, grabbing his shirt to wipe his fingers as well as the come on top of Baekhyun's stomach.

"Did it feel good?" Sehun asks to a dazed Baekhyun, his eyes blinking slowly. Sehun cleans Baekhyun's ass with his rolled shirt carefully and Baekhyun winces, his ass still sensitive.

Sehun gets up to pick Baekhyun's scattered clothes, and Baekhyun sees that Sehun is still hard, his cock straining inside his pants.

"Where are you going?" Baekhyun asks Sehun who's now wearing his shirt on. Sehun smiles down at him. Baekhyun is sprawled half naked on the couch, a shirt on without pants.

"I'm going home."

"You haven't gotten off yet.."

"Do you want to suck me off?"

Baekhyun looks away, blushing. "No."

Sehun chuckles. "I know. I have to go."

"W-wait," Baekhyun calls, slightly getting up on the couch, his elbow supporting his weight. "Stay."

Sehun pauses, turning his head around. "What?"

"My husband won't be home until tomorrow," Baekhyun says, his eyes not looking at Sehun. "You can stay here... for a while."

Sehun smiles. "Are you sure?"

Baekhyun nods. "Yeah."

Sehun walks over to where Baekhyun is sitting on the couch, he holds his chin up to look at him directly in the eyes. Baekhyun lifts his eyes to meet Sehun's stare.

"Baekhyun," Sehun says. "I know.. that you know what I'm thinking right now. I'm not forcing you to do this, but I like you, and I'm willing to have something happen between us... just, just tell me to stay again."

"Stay," Baekhyun says, looking back at Sehun intently. "Just stay, please."

Sehun's lips curve upward as he caresses Baekhyun's cheek with his thumb. He brings his face close to Baekhyun, and Baekhyun is the one who closes the gap between their lips for a slow and gentle kiss.

Baekhyun doesn't think of Chanyeol that night, when Sehun's arm is wounded around his waist, hugging him close. He faces Sehun, looking up to him as he presses his forehead against the younger's chest. He sleeps, his dream is still blank.

*

Twice a week when Chanyeol is not home, Sehun would come over to their apartment. They would fuck on the bed, on the couch, on the bathroom, on the floor, and sometimes on top of the kitchen table. Baekhyun doesn't care though, he knows Sehun loves him now, and his husband doesn't. He also knows his husband keeps on fucking different people, and he's also aware that he only fucks Sehun. Baekhyun is numb from guilt, because he knows he's just doing what his husband does to him. They're now even.

Chanyeol fucks Baekhyun fast and rough in the morning before he goes to work, while Sehun fucks him in the afternoon gentle and slow, and Baekhyun loves it, loves the feeling of someone taking care of him. After they fuck, they would watch reruns of dramas Baekhyun wants to watch with Chanyeol while eating ice cream. When the clock turns eight, Sehun would bid Baekhyun goodbye, erasing all the mess they made in the apartment. Chanyeol would get off from work at nine, he's too tired to greet his husband with a kiss as he marches to their bedroom to just sleep, and Baekhyun is as tired to hope, turning his back to his husband, a huge space between them on the bed that was once full of love.

Baekhyun's phone rings twice, and Baekhyun picks it up, hearing his other lover's voice on the line. They talk for a while in a hushed voice, Sehun's voice echoing softly to his ears.

"I'm going to sleep, good night."

[Good night. And I love you, Baekhyun. You know that, right?]

Baekhyun's lips curve upward into a smile, as he whispers back his answer to Sehun, his fingers drumming playfully against the back of his phone.

He doesn't get to see Chanyeol opening his eyes in the dark, his hand clutching something sharp under the sheets.

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(A/N: I want to leave the ending in your minds. And there's no part two of this, I'm sorry! Please tell me what you think! Thank you so much for reading!)