76 - CHANBAEK: Fifty Shades of Loey (Part 1)
Title: Fifty Shades of Loey (Part 1)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Smut, Romance, Actors!au
Word count: 9.1k
Warnings: Sex, Violence, BDSM, Cursing, Crossdressing, Self harm
Summary: Chanyeol is an actor and Baekhyun comes into the scene to teach him how to love.
Notes: No scene is copied from the movie. This is an original creation based on the trailer on the Multimedia. The editor gave me rights to remake it as a fanfic. Enjoy!
*
Chanyeol turns the doorknob and quietly enters his assigned dressing room. He has been enduring this, his head throbbing because of the interview he had with the Chinese director. He barely understood anything to be honest, and what he all did was just nod at the translator, faking a smile he mastered for years in this goddamned business.
Fuck. He really is a good actor.
"You are late again for the umpteenth fucking time," Junmyeon says in a manner that Chanyeol is very used to. The manager sighs, massaging his temples while a phone is pressed against his ear. "Just wait until I'm done with this."
"No more gay roles for this year, please."
Junmyeon just glares.
"The meeting with the movie cast is on Thursday. 9 o'clock."
"Fuck you, I said I'm not gonna do it," Chanyeol sneers, taking off his sun glasses.
"Very good. I like your cooperation."
Junmyeon has been working for him as his manager for ten years now ever since he debuted as a teen star in the top-grossing film, The Secret of the President's Son, when he was fifteen. He played the role of the son of a President of an enterprise, who was hiding in the closet for being homosexual from his father.
His stardom started at said film not only because of his handsome looks and charisma, but also because of his commendable acting that had caught everyone's heart of his age. Engaging into a film with such risky genre as his stepping stone as an actor was really worth it, because it had brought him fame and wealth at such a young age of twenty five.
Calling Park Chanyeol talented is an understatement, because not only he can act in televisions, big screens, stage plays, musicals, and dramas, he also writes his own music, and has been able to produce albums that topped the chart for weeks. Chanyeol's passion for acting prevails over music, that is why he didn't stop accepting acting projects as his profession.
"Junmyeon, for how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not gonna involve myself in this kind of film again."
"Why not try this out and test if the years of therapies are really working?"
"I said I don't want to do it."
The experience from his very first project has caused a deep scar to Chanyeol. It made him different as a person, unconventional, darker, more aggressive. He has been sick--- it became a psychological disorder which he and his manager only knew. He undergoes secret therapies to minimize the traumatic experience he had been through, so that acting an intimate scene with artistes of the same sex would be as perfect as what it is supposed to look like.
"Chanyeol, listen to me," Junmyeon calls as soon as he finished his conversation with the manager of the other party, "This huge project they are proposing, I am definitely sure, is gonna be the best break of your entire acting career."
"I can practically see dollar signs in your eyes right now," Chanyeol mutters, "and for the last time, I won't do it. Just give it to someone else."
"Do you even know what this huge project is about?"
Chanyeol sighs.
"I don't care. As long as I don't get to act with a gay actor, then any project is okay with me. Just not this one."
"Says the guy who acted as a gay guy on his first movie," Junmyeon says with a chuckle. "Do you wanna review your kissing scene with that Thai actor, I still have a video on my phone, oh what's his name again--"
"Fuck! Stop!" Chanyeol yells, putting his hands to cover his ears. He feels the need to puke. "It fucking cringes me to death."
Junmyeon pats his back, laughing obnoxiously.
"Seriously, kidding aside, Chanyeol." His voice straightens. "I need you to do it. Not because of any other reasons, but because I asked you this time. I need you to do this one."
"Why?" Chanyeol asks. "What's the reason?"
Junmyeon presses his lips into a thin line.
"The manager of your supposed to be leading guy is my cousin," he mutters, "You know the asshole I was talking about who thinks he is always better than someone else?"
"Oh. That Kim Jongdae."
"I need to show him that I've changed over the years since I left. That I've raised you well as a great actor."
"So basically, you are using me to get back at him."
The manager just shrugs. "Let's put it that way."
"What's the catch?"
"What?"
"The catch," Chanyeol says, "If I do it, what's the catch?"
Junmyeon lets out a smirk.
"I'll give you another baby."
Chanyeol's eyes widen. "Fuck, don't tell me---"
"Bugatti Veyron."
"Oh my fucking god," Chanyeol mutters, shaking Junmyeon's shoulders, "I-is that for real?"
"When did I even lie?" Junmyeon says, showing a pair of car keys to the actor. Chanyeol tries to grab it but Junmyeon is quick to shove it back to his pocket.
Junmyeon indeed is a fucking millionaire.
"Thursday, 9 o'clock. Don't be late, okay?"
"Fine," Chanyeol answers in resignation. "For a new car, I'll do it."
"Great! Now let's review the contract!"
*
Thursday, 8 o'clock.
Chanyeol isn't an early bird in nature.
He is more of a tardy person who comes to any appointment five or ten minutes late, and he'd just fake-apologize with an excuse of a heavy traffic. (When in fact he actually woke up late.)
But today is different.
Not that Chanyeol is looking forward to meeting the cast of his new movie. Nope. He just arrived earlier at the studio exactly one hour before the call time--- all dressed in a black sleek suit, his hair styled up, as if he were to attend an important premiere night.
The reason? Nothing in specific. He just wants to brag the whole neighborhood and his fandom his new Bugatti.
Fuck this. No one's here yet.
Opening the door, the actor peeks his head inside the hall, seeing no single soul yet. The chairs are neatly arranged accordingly as well as the long table to where they will hold their meeting. He can already imagine the different artists and staffs who came from big companies he will get to meet and interact later.
Butterflies start to settle in his stomach when a blurry incoherent memory suddenly pops out in his mind.
Lap tightly closed under the table, a large hand travelled on his lap to touch the front of his crotch. The younger version of himself couldn't do anything but tremble in silence when the old man gives him an obscene look and smile.
Chanyeol shakes his head to brush off the thoughts.
"No, d-don't," he mutters to himself as he keeps his breathing steady, "Not now..."
The old, wrinkly man in his memory came back, now fully naked and on top of him. Screaming on top of his lungs, he squirmed in protest when his senior veteran actor pinned him down to kiss him open-mouthedly.
Heading to the nearest restroom, Chanyeol runs fast, and as soon as he gets there, he opens the faucet and vomits.
He feels so fucking disgusting.
Chanyeol breathes, staring at his reflection on the mirror.
"You shouldn't fuck this one up," he tells himself, "It's gonna be fine... It's okay, Chanyeol. Breathe in, breathe out. It's gonna be okay, hm?"
Someone suddenly comes out of the cubicle, and Chanyeol's heart drops on the ground in utmost surprise. He holds his chest.
"Fuck!" he curses loud, looking at that intruder on the mirror, before turning his head to look at the person.
That someone walks silently towards the mirror and gently combs her wavy hair.
What the actual fuck.
Chanyeol lowkey checks the girl out, his wide eyes starting from her shoes up to her head.
In silence, Chanyeol describes the girl. She is wearing a high school uniform-- a white collared blouse and a navy blue skirt which extends above her knees to reveal nice smooth thighs. She has a slightly full bangs partnered with black wavy hair that gently falls on her shoulder everytime she combs it. In addition to that, she has a small innocent face, looking like a sweet angel as she offers herself a contented smile on the mirror. Her crescent-shaped eyes seem to twinkle when she smiled like that, and Chanyeol seems to forgot why he is in the restroom at the first place.
Damn, she is fucking cute.
Chanyeol guesses this girl is basically a high school student in her senior year, which basically means he is older than her for maybe eight years or so, and he doesn't really know why the hell he is ogling at her right now.
The girl is too preoccupied with fixing her hair while she hums a song, so she doesn't even give Chanyeol a single glance.
Again. What the fuck? Who is she by the way and what the hell is she doing at a male restroom?
Chanyeol straightens himself and clears his throat.
"Hey, student," Chanyeol mutters in his usual deep melting voice.
The cute girl stops fondling her hair as she pauses, looking at the drop-dead gorgeous man beside her who's giving her a look.
"What are you doing in a male restroom?" Chanyeol asks, "Are you a sister of one of our staffs here?"
The girl doesn't speak. She just bows politely, and Chanyeol watches as her body moves to stick her butt out.
"You know you're not allowed in here, right?" Chanyeol says. "Do you even know me?"
Even though she's cute, she seems to be rude because, who the hell is she to ignore the most handsome actor in the show business that is Park Chanyeol? As far as Chanyeol knows, every girl of her age is swooning over him on TV and dying to meet him in person.
"I'm sorry," the high school student mumbles in her soft voice. She takes her leave quietly, and Chanyeol doesn't forget to trail his eyes on her sexy butt one last time.
"Tch," Chanyeol scoffs, "Maybe she got shy or something."
The meeting starts promptly at nine. It goes well and proper, and the discussion of the project runs smoothly. The movie is basically about the struggles of a poor college student (which Chanyeol will portray) in his daily life in the university. An outgoing guy from the province becomes his roommate and classmate whom he will hate, but eventually falls in love with. (which his leading actor will portray)
During the presentation of the roles, Chanyeol catches Kim Jongdae giving his cousin Junmyeon, a smug look, which Junmyeon only ignores. Chanyeol shakes his head and laughs a little.
They conduct a brief reintroduction at the end of the meeting, and that is only when Chanyeol notices that his partner wasn't there in the entire meeting.
Everybody files out of the studio, new and familiar faces that Chanyeol has seen several times before. He sees Junmyeon having a small conversation with Jongdae, and when both of them notice he is staring, they pause.
"Chanyeol, come here for a second," Junmyeon says. "This is my cousin, Jongdae. We went to the same university in college."
"Actor Park!" Jongdae, with a coy smile greets, shaking Chanyeol's hand excitedly, "Finally! It's nice meeting you in person. You look more handsome face to face."
Chanyeol chuckles. "Thank you."
"By the way, Suho told me---"
"Suho?" Chanyeol asks.
"That was his nickname in college."
Junmyeon glares at him.
"So, Junmyeon told me a while ago, that this would be only your second time acting in a BL film?" Jongdae asks, "Will you able to pull it off?"
"What do you mean?" Chanyeol asks, slightly annoyed.
"Well," Jongdae chuckles and Junmyeon fucking hates it, "Not to brag about, but my talent, who will be your leading guy in this movie, is a already a veteran in this genre. He has a lot of experiences when it comes to gay acting. You see, he won the Best Actor award in 2016 BL Film fest in Los Angeles, California."
A moment of silence.
"He also had the chance to be interviewed by Ellen DeGeneres in Hollywood in case you didn't know yet."
Junmyeon wants to punch him on the face. He's just restraining himself because of the word "professionalism."
"So where is he?" Chanyeol asks, "The actor you are talking about? I didn't see him in the meeting."
"Oh, he had a personal matter to deal with," Jongdae reasons out, shrugging, "He'll just attend the script reading next week."
"Personal matter, huh? Why don't you just admit that he was late so you didn't let him come anymore?" Junmyeon says.
Jongdae is caught off guard. "W-what?"
"I doubt it's a personal matter more important than this meeting," Chanyeol says, "Is this how you practice professionalism?"
Jongdae scoffs, getting his phone in his pocket.
"Fine! If you want to badly meet him, I'll just call him."
The door suddenly opens. Someone barges in.
"I'M HERE!!! SORRY I'M LATE!!! THE TRAFFIC WAS SO BAD!!!"
Chanyeol looks at the newcomer--- he was panting for his breath, hands on his bent knees as he sweats. The guy straightens up and wipes the sweat off his forehead with his arm, smiling at them apologetically.
The first thing that Chanyeol notices about him is his height.
He is way too short.
"I said don't come anymore!" Jongdae says, slapping his forehead. "Didn't you receive my message?"
Junmyeon evil-laughs.
"Oh," the brunet actor says, clueless, "I didn't. Maybe I was taking a bath."
Chanyeol admits he is tardy sometimes, but not as tardy at this person who comes 1 hour later than the fucking call time. One of the things that he hates the most is time irresponsibility, and he decides he won't get along with this actor already. Besides he is short, this actor also looks like a fucking sissy who sucks dicks for a project, and who bends over for a lead role.
Maybe Chanyeol went too overboard in judging him, but whatever.
"His name is Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun," Jongdae introduces with a smile back on his face, "He will be Actor Park's partner for the movie. I'm sure you already heard about him, right?"
Baekhyun bows politely, and offers his hand to Chanyeol.
"I'm looking forward to working with you, Actor Park. I hope it would be fun," Baekhyun says, and Chanyeol hates the knowing glint in his eyes, "Right?"
"Just Chanyeol." Chanyeol takes the hand and shakes it shortly, releasing it right away.
"You can call me Baekhyun too," Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows as he laughs, "You know, on a first-name basis so we can get a little closer."
"No problem with me," Chanyeol says as he mentally rolls his eyes. He sees Junmyeon cackling a little.
He's gonna kill Junmyeon after this.
"Let's see each other next week for the script reading, Actor Park, and my dear cousin," Jongdae tells them with a wave, "Be sure to come prepared, all right?"
"And be sure to come on time," Junmyeon retorts back, "Not an hour after."
Jongdae clenches his fist as he sends daggers at him. Baekhyun laughs and clings into his manager's arm, telling him to just chill out.
While they are in the car heading back to the condo, Chanyeol suddenly recalls something.
"I think he looks familiar."
"Maybe you saw him on a movie or something," Junmyeon says as he drives, "Haven't you watched some of his movies yet?"
"Not yet."
"Well, you better work on it before next week."
"I'm planning to watch some tonight so I'd know how he acts on-screen."
"Good. Just try not to get a boner."
Chanyeol throws him an empty water bottle.
"Fuck you."
*
"Why, Brandon? Don't you love me anymore?! Why are you leaving me!?"
"I don't love you. I never did actually."
Chanyeol grabs his bucket of cheese-flavored popcorn and eats in the dark in front of his television.
"H-how could you say that!? Was it all nothing to you? Our dates? Our memories? Our sex?"
Chanyeol wipes his greasy hand with a tissue before drinking a glass of water. The actress in the movie he is watching right now starts crying, and he somewhat likes her facial expression when the tear falls on her cheek. Not bad.
"Tell me! What's the reason? Is there someone else!?"
Chanyeol burps. Maybe he should get more pepperoni pizza.
"Who's that bitch!? Did you fuck her!? Is it that Veronica!?"
"You stupid shit, Veronica is his cousin," Chanyeol says to himself as if he were in the movie.
"No, Amanda. There's no one. It's not her."
"Then why!? What's the reason!?"
Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun's serious face on the screen as his eyebrows furrow in concentration. It is the moment he's been waiting for, the confrontation.
"He's gonna say it," Chanyeol mutters. "Say it!"
"I'm gay."
"Fuck, I knew it." He throws the empty cup of his soda. "Damn, that's intense."
Chanyeol isn't expecting what's next.
He plays the DVD he borrowed from Junmyeon and skips into the intimate scene where Baekhyun's role was a student who was in love with his teacher. There, Baekhyun was lying half naked on a king-sized hotel bed, and the camera rolls around him with a sexy music in the background.
Chanyeol isn't thinking of anything. The sole reason of this "Baekhyun movie marathon" is for educational purposes only.
Watching intently, he takes note of how the actor's eyes go half-lidded when he takes off the remains of his clothing. His private part isn't exposed in the film, but Chanyeol knows Baekhyun is touching himself as he obscenely breathes.
Well, what the fuck.
A man in his thirties--- which Chanyeol knows is a great Japanese actor--- enters the scene, hovering Baekhyun on top. He kisses Baekhyun's neck, and Chanyeol studies how Baekhyun bites his lip, oppressing a drawn-out moan.
The scene goes on with Baekhyun and the other actor making out, and eventually fucking on the bed it almost breaks. The moment is so heated and erotic, and Chanyeol can feel heat rising to south.
His head suddenly throbs.
His breathing starts getting ragged.
"P-p-p-please, s-stop! D-don't do this, sunbaenim--- please!"
"It's fine! You wil love this! This is just the start, Chanyeol! You're doing great!"
"N-NO! PLEASE STOP, D-DON'T DO THIS! P-please, take it out---"
Chanyeol falls on the floor as he crouches, shaking and breathing hard. The ugly images. The voices. The dark.
It's all coming back again.
"Yeah, that's right! After this, you're going to be like me. You'll be the best like me!"
Chanyeol shakes his head as he covers his ears, "N-no! P-please, stop! Fuck!"
Strange voices keep on echoing in his ear, making him tremble in horror. He blindly reaches for something, anything--- and it turns out to be a bottle--- and hits his head with it.
The bottle breaks into pieces, little shards scattering on his hair.
Not contended, he gets a picture frame and hits his head with it, and bangs his head against the table. He does it repeatedly hard, until the raspy voices and the horrible images are gone.
After a brief moment, Chanyeol finally stops.
He closes his eyes and breathes as he sweats too much.
He reaches for his crotch and palms it.
"Fuck."
He's still hard.
*
"Let's dance! Hooh! Yeah!"
"What the fuck are you doing! We should go back!" Jongdae, who has been looking around the club like a paranoid says, "You still have a schedule tomorrow!"
The booming trap music blasts around the entire exclusive club, and all the people cheer loudly as the lights shine on their drunk and high faces. The atmosphere reeks of strong booze and faint sweat, and it makes Baekhyun dance wilder as the night gets deeper.
"Hooh! Come on!" Baekhyun yells as he rocks his body against his manager, who is seriously pissed off at the moment. "Jongdae, shake your fucking ass!"
"Oh god," Jongdae mutters, "Why did I even agree to come with you here!?"
"What! Can't hear you! Music's too loud!"
"I said! Let's go home!" Jongdae shouts. "What if someone recognizes you!? Huh!?"
"They won't notice me! I'm crossdressing right now, remember!"
"You look like a fucking hentai ladyboy, seriously!"
Baekhyun just laughs freely, drinking the alcoholic punch the hot guy gave him earlier. It makes his surrounding swirl, but that is what he really likes the most. Especially when guys mistake him as a girl because of his feminine features when he crossdresses.
The crowd's cheer becomes exceptionally crazier when a new DJ comes up on stage, that it also startles Baekhyun. Baekhyun stops dancing for a while when said DJ wears his headphones, and starts scratching the vinyl record and controlling the mixing board.
Baekhyun lowkey checks out the DJ on the stage who is wearing all black outfit, and a black cap with "sex" imprinted on it.
He is so hot and tall and Baekhyun likes it. A lot.
"It's DJ Loey! Oh my god! Ah! I'm freaking out!" a girl screams beside Baekhyun while ladies and gents go haywire when the speakers booms out DJ's Snakes' Turn Down For What!
"Is it really him!?" Baekhyun asks Jongdae who looks like he doesn't give a single fuck around him, "It's DJ Loey, right! Wow! He's so fucking hot up there!"
DJ Loey produced one of Kyungsoo's songs, Tell Me What is Fuck, which topped Melon for two weeks. Kyungsoo is Baekhyun's frienemy in the industry so the bitch didn't forget to brag him his success as soon as the single came out.
"I wanna hook up with him tonight! I'm getting turned on just by looking at him!" Baekhyun yells at Jongdae as they both dance according to the beat, "Please? Can I?"
"You just got laid with a model Kim last week and now with a DJ!?" Jongdae shouts back, "You're really a slut!"
"I know right!" Baekhyun laughs obscenely as he takes another sip of his alcohol. "I bet he has a big cock! And those fast hands! I wanna see them doing magic on my body!"
"Do whatever you please!" Jongdae replies as he looks over at someone familiar. "I'll just go to the bathroom."
One moment Baekhyun is screaming and standing at the very front of the stage, and then next, he is already sitting on DJ Loey's lap while they are in a VIP room for two. They take shots after shots of vodka and beer, before they end up in that position.
Baekhyun sweetly smiles and wraps his arm around the man's neck, while tracing the outline of his face seductively.
"I think I saw you before," DJ Loey says, staring right into Baekhyun's wet red pouty lips he keeps on licking. "Have we already hooked up somewhere?"
Baekhyun chuckles in his most feminine voice.
"I don't think so," Baekhyun answers flirtatiously, "Maybe you met me in your dream?"
DJ Loey just shakes his head and smiles. This girl is driving him crazy ever since he has laid his eyes upon her tonight.
"What's your name by the way?" DJ Loey asks as he leans in to whisper on Baekhyun's ear, "So that I'd know what to call you when I fuck you hard tonight."
Baekhyun feels tingles on his neck, hearing that deep husky voice.
"My name's Baekhee."
"Baekhee," the DJ repeats, "what a cute name for a hot girl like you."
Baekhyun can't contain his laughter anymore, so he just shuts himself up by crashing his mouth against the other male's lips for a searing make out session.
Baekhyun pushes back DJ Loey on the bed, straddling his lap as they share a heated kiss with teeth and tongues involved. The DJ lets out a moan when Baekhyun expertly sucks on his tongue as he grinds his hips down the other male's hardening cock.
DJ Loey pulls away and plants bruising kisses along Baekhyun's jawline and down his neck, biting on the skin harshly and sometimes licking it to leave a mark. That makes Baekhyun whimper, stretching his head back as he moans louder.
"God... you're really sexy when you do that, Baekhee."
"Fuck, yeah.. More, DJ Loey. More, baby."
The DJ travels his hands around Baekhyun's sides, admiring how smooth and curvy his hips are.
"You like this, babe? My hands touching you like this?"
DJ Loey reaches for Baekhyun's ass and squeezes it.
"Yeah, god! Touch me right there. Ugh, wow," Baekhyun mutters with a sexy laugh, and he is palming DJ Loey's erection with his playful hand, "So big, really big cock. I wanna suck it already."
"Then do it."
On his knees, Baekhyun darts his tongue out to lick the moist head of the other male's hard cock as he strokes the base with his elegant fingers. He sucks the dick and bobs his head up and down, loving the reaction he is getting from his partner.
His head is spinning because of the alcohol and pleasure combined, but before he can even blow the DJ to his edge, the DJ flips him over and pins him on the bed.
Baekhyun squeaks.
"T-take off," DJ Loey says as he lays Baekhyun underneath him, "your clothes. Wanna touch your boobs."
Baekhyun's hazy eyes slightly widen. He feels large hands crawling under his pink blouse, searching for something big, moundy and soft.
But it's all flat.
"A-are you perhaps flat chested?"
Baekhyun laughs sluggishly. He sees DJ Loey's shocked reaction, and that's only when he realizes DJ Loey is someone he had already met before.
He has seen those pair of judging eyes already.
"Does it matter to you if I have boobs or not?"
It's Park Chanyeol.
Well. All the more better.
"Just take it off, babe," Chanyeol mutters, removing Baekhyun's top and throwing it on the ground, "Wanna fuck you already."
Baekhyun giggles when Chanyeol spreads his thighs and lifts his skirt up. Using his thumbs, he takes off Baekhyun's panty.
Something springs out of the underwear.
"Tada," Baekhyun says as he frees his rigid standing dick, "Meet my junior!"
It takes a matter of seconds before Chanyeol finally moves away of the bed in extreme shock, seeing a hard and erect cock in front of his eyes. Baekhyun, still drunk and horny, starts to jerk himself off as he arches his back, spreading his legs more for Chanyeol to get a better view.
Chanyeol steps back slowly, shaking, trembling, until he palpitates and falls on the floor. His breathing becomes ragged and irregular as he witnesses right before him Baekhyun touching himself obscenely like this.
He hears that old raspy voice again in his mind, while the blood on his head continues to pound so hard it fucking hurts so much. It feels like hammering inside, as though any minute his brain would explode.
He blindly searches for something in the dark, anything that his hand could reach--- and it turns out to be a bucket of ice. His hand never stops trembling when he gets a hold of the metal bucket. The ice cubes fall one by one on his head, chest, and arms, when Chanyeol pours it on his body. He can feel the frozen chill it brings, but it never ends the pain.
He then hits his head with the metal bucket hard, and eventually uses the empty bottles to hurt himself so bad when the agonizing pain still doesn't subside.
Baekhyun hears bottles breaking so he halts pleasuring himself, finally waking up from his drunk state. He gets up in alarm and sees Chanyeol on the floor, now banging his head on the glass table.
"What the fuck!" Baekhyun shouts in utter surprise, seeing blood trickling down on Chanyeol's forehead. He rushes into him in record time, trying to stop Chanyeol's hands from moving and doing anything but to no avail.
"Oh my god! W-why are you! Why are you doing this! Stop! Get back to your senses!"
Chanyeol's eyes are dull, and it is so fucking scary it sends goosebumps on Baekhyun's skin. Chanyeol is still wriggling, hurting himself with anything until Baekhyun captures his hands and wounds them with a thick cloth he found somewhere.
He ties Chanyeol's wrists tightly so he can't do anything weird again.
"Stop!!!" Baekhyun yells, but Chanyeol is not listening. It's like, he is drawn into another dimension where someone is trying to assault him or something.
"S-should I call your manager!? Oh my god! What to do!" Baekhyun panics as he gets his phone. "Should I call 911---"
"N-no," Chanyeol mutters, "Please..."
"W-what!?"
"H-hurt me," Chanyeol pleads as he grabs Baekhyun's wrist with his tied hands, "Just... Hurt me..."
"A-are you out of your mind! Why do you want to be hurt!?"
"Hurt me! Please hurt me!" Chanyeol screams. Since his hands are already tied, he can't do anything but move his body and feet. "Hurt me in all possible ways! P-please hurry up!"
Baekhyun lands a hard slap on Chanyeol's face.
"More!" Chanyeol begs, almost crying.
Baekhyun can't believe he is doing this.
"No! I can't hurt you like that!"
"Fuck! J-just do it! Please!"
"I don't know what the hell are you making me do right now," Baekhyun says as he eyes Chanyeol's devastated state. "I-I'm sorry!"
Baekhyun stands up, gets the large flower vase sitting nearby, and hits Chanyeol's head with it until it breaks into pieces.
Chanyeol passes out on the floor.
"S-shit... He's completely knocked out! W-wait. What's that?"
Baekhyun stands there in complete shock. He clamps his hanging mouth, covering it with his hand. He knows he is super drunk but he still can sense things and think rationally and right now---
Right now, he sees with his own two eyes how Chanyeol comes hard in his pants.
The extreme fear that Baekhyun feels right now is combined with bewilderment and melancholy he doesn't even know where it comes from, seeing Chanyeol like this.
Baekhyun leaves the club in the middle of the night, leaving Chanyeol in his current state but with a thick blanket draped over him to keep him warm.
*
"So what you're trying to say is, someone saw you last night!? And it was a girl!?"
"I-I don't know, I can't remember it clearly..."
Junmyeon is mad. He is furious as hell when he received a call this morning from the exclusive bar Chanyeol hangs out on. They said they found the actor unconscious on the floor, shards of broken bottles and a broken vase scattered around him. Chanyeol also had shallow wounds on his forehead, purplish marks on his wrists, and a big cut on his arm.
Junmyeon sighs heavily, eyeing Chanyeol on the hospital bed who is now covered with bandages and plasters.
"Do you even know how much trouble you got yourself into!?" Junmyeon yells exasperatedly. "The staffs in that club suspect that you tried to commit suicide! And there is also this rumor going around that you slept with a fucking high school student!"
"I'm sorry," is Chanyeol's only reply, "I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing..."
"The company is already fixing the mess you've caused," Junmyeon says, "They'll take it out from your three-month paycheck."
Chanyeol sighs, putting his arm on top of his forehead.
"Junmyeon. I had a seizure last night."
Junmyeon turns to him.
"I can't remember what exactly had triggered me, but what I can recall is she saw me when I had my attack."
"So it's true? That you slept with a student!?"
"No! I didn't fuck her!" Chanyeol blurts out, burying his face into his palms, "I don't know how I ended up like that! But it's clear that I didn't fuck her because..."
"What is it? Because?"
A blurry face flashes in his mind, and a memory of a girl hitting him with something.
"S-she hit me with the vase."
"WHAT!?"
"I asked for it," Chanyeol says, "I asked her to hit me with it. She must be surprised. Maybe she ran away after that."
"But still, she saw you in that state. What if she tells it to the public? That you have this condition?"
"Find her. Find that girl," Chanyeol says. "Do everything to keep her mouth shut."
"Oh my fucking god. You should be more careful with your image," Junmyeon mutters, "I'll call Detective Oh."
"And Junmyeon."
"What?"
"Contact my psychiatrist," Chanyeol says, "I need another therapy. Make it a secret as much as possible."
"Okay. I'll do that."
*
Chanyeol is discharged from the hospital two days later. Many of his schedules have been postponed because of the last incident, and different rumors spread like fire on social media because of his sudden hiatus. Top results when his name is searched on Naver are: Suicidal Chanyeol, Actor Park Dead, Phedo Park, DJ Loey drunk, and Chanyeol Gay.
Chanyeol reminds himself not to open his SNS for the meantime.
Still no news about Baekhee, the girl Chanyeol almost hooked up with, Junmyeon tells him it would be better if he rests for a week before he starts filming. The director of the movie told him that Baekhyun has started filming his scenes with the other casts to make up the time he can't shoot yet.
Chanyeol presses the button of the elevator and waits. He is now going back to his condo unit after going to the pharmacy to buy some antiseptic and bandages. His wounds aren't totally healed yet but he asked for an earlier discharge. He can't have Junmyeon to chauffeur him though, so he must take care of himself.
He enters the empty elevator and presses his floor, but a hand interrupts the closing door in between.
"Wait!" a voice says.
Chanyeol lets the door open, seeing a familiar face that makes him feel already annoyed. Even though the guy is wearing a black hoodie and a black facemask to cover himself, he can still see that particular pair of small eyes. His shortness too, already screams Byun Baekhyun.
"Thank you. That was close."
"What are you doing here?" Chanyeol asks, "Aren't you supposed to be filming right now?"
"The filming ended early today," Baekhyun says as he turns to Chanyeol beside him and boy, he is too tall, "So I just thought I could pay my leading actor a visit?"
Chanyeol scoffs.
"We're not even friends nor close to being one. Just go home because I'm not letting you inside my unit."
Baekhyun laughs.
"Why though? Are you hiding a secret that I am not supposed see?"
Chanyeol is taken aback but he doesn't show it.
"Hey, I'm just kidding. No need to be tensed up like that."
"I'm not tensed."
"Well, if you say so," Baekhyun muses, "So how are you feeling? Do your seizures still come back?"
Chanyeol turns to him, his eyes widening.
"How did you know about that?"
Shit. Baekhyun mentally curses. What the hell did I just say.
"Your manager told me! He said you had a seizure I think? Because of stress?"
Chanyeol clenches his fist.
"Stop talking about it. You don't need to know."
"Why? Don't you think it would be better if we get to know each other a little bit more?" Baekhyun asks as he gently touches Chanyeol's arm with his fingertips, "I'm really curious about you, DJ Loey."
Chanyeol knows Baekhyun is gay, and he's been trying to get into his pants based on the sticky glances he is shooting him, and his flirty conversations they have been sharing for a while.
"Listen," Chanyeol says as he steps closer at Baekhyun. "Let me get things clear to you."
The brunet actor raises an eyebrow in amusement.
"Don't even try to make a move on me. I'm not interested."
Baekhyun laughs sarcastically, and a part of him wants to push this some more. Especially right now that he knows something different about him. The curiosity is killing him.
"Woah, Actor Park. Aren't you so full of yourself?" Baekhyun raises his voice. "I just wanna make things work out for us professionally, so we can be comfortable when we act together."
Chanyeol side-eyes him.
"Just because I am gay and you are straight doesn't mean I came here for another reason," Baekhyun says, massaging his temples fabulously, "God, you're being an asshole right now, you know that?"
"I don't care about what you're trying to say and I don't have time to waste with you."
The elevator door opens. Chanyeol gets out and Baekhyun quickly follows him.
"I brought you your script!" Baekhyun says, "At least let me in, give me a bottle of water, then I'll leave. Okay?"
"Fine. Just leave immediately."
Chanyeol types in the code of the door, opening it. He enters his unit so Baekhyun follows again uninvitingly. He plops himself on Chanyeol's expensive sofa, while the actor grabs a bottle of water from his fridge. He throws it to the smaller who catches it with both hands.
Baekhyun looks around the unit. He can see the actor's simplicity behind all the awards and plaques displayed on the living room. Everything is neat and is in place, but mostly, there is an aura of blandness and mystery in the air.
"Your place is nice," Baekhyun says.
"Thanks."
"So you bring them here? When you hook up with someone, I mean."
Chanyeol chooses not to answer that, but he thinks Baekhyun means no harm when he asks that.
"No. I haven't brought anyone here."
"How about your co-actors and friends? Do they pay you a visit too?"
"No. I don't let them inside my place."
"So I am the first one?"
"Aside from my manager, yes."
Baekhyun's eyes follow Chanyeol who is walking around carrying a medicine kit. The actor sits down on the couch across Baekhyun and carefully uncovers the bandage wrapped around his hand and wrist.
In a mild surprise, Baekhyun pauses, seeing various cuts and scratches along the skin of his fingers and palm. Chanyeol tends his wounds quietly while Baekhyun just watches, not bothering to say something.
Come to think of it. What happened to Chanyeol, is all his fault.
If Baekhyun hadn't approached DJ Loey that night on the club and hit up on him, Chanyeol might have not seen his dick and freaked out and hurt himself and pass out. He still doesn't know what the hell is wrong with this actor, but one thing's for sure.
Chanyeol has a fucking trauma with dicks Baekhyun isn't sure what the reason is.
"Aren't you going to ask something?" Chanyeol says to break the silence.
"It seems rude to ask questions right now."
"And you forcing yourself here isn't rude."
Chanyeol turns over his arm, revealing a three-inch long cut with stitches on the wound.
Baekhyun gasps.
"Oh my god."
He's sure it was that vase he threw Chanyeol that pierced into his flesh.
Baekhyun can notice that Chanyeol is struggling to wrap his right hand with the bandage, so he offers him help to do it for him.
"Do you want some help?"
Chanyeol lets him do it since he willingly volunteered. Baekhyun takes his hand and he gently rolls the bandage with proper care, as if he has been accustomed to do it. He has light and pretty hands like that of a lady, and Chanyeol feels at ease.
Though those hands look a little bit familiar.
"I think I saw your hands before."
Baekhyun tenses a bit.
"Have we already had a scene together where you held me?"
Yeah. When I was sucking and stroking your cock that night.
Baekhyun smirks. "I don't think so."
Chanyeol just waits, staring at Baekhyun as the shorter does his job. One thing that catches his attention in this person is his naturally-red lips. Baekhyun darts his tongue out to moist his lower lip, and Chanyeol feels something weird inside him.
Baekhyun looks at him.
Chanyeol looks away.
"Fuck, this must hurt so bad," Baekhyun says after he finishes. It's as if he was the one hurting seeing the actor flinching in pain. His facial expression is contagious.
"Nah, I'm used to this," Chanyeol only says, "It's nothing compared to my other cuts."
"W-what?"
"There are bigger scars on some parts of my body. Do you wanna see?"
Baekhyun has utter horror plastered all over his face, and Chanyeol thinks he should scare Baekhyun to death for him to stop pestering him around. It seems fun to tease him a little.
"N-no. It's fine. I'm good."
Baekhyun backs away on the sofa as he looks at the door.
"No. You're here anyway so might as well take a look," Chanyeol says and Baekhyun shakes his head furiously.
Chanyeol takes off his plain white shirt oh so slowly, and Baekhyun has to swallow his saliva, seeing the other male now topless in front of him. He sees a nicely-built chest, sturdy arms, and a delicious six-pack abs.
Yummy.
Chanyeol flexes his muscles sexily and Baekhyun's eyes widen in the process. He doesn't care if there are large scars grazed along his ribs, or there are ugly marks on his lower torso because holy shit.
If this isn't heaven then he doesn't know anymore.
Chanyeol evil-laughs.
"The fuck is wrong with you," he mutters as he stares at the other actor who's just ogling at him. "Hey, Baekhyun."
Hearing his name for the first time from Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun out of his trance.
"Oh. What was it you were saying?"
Chanyeol snorts and laughs.
"Aren't you freaked out or something?"
He wears his shirt again.
"You have a fucking hell of a body. Why would I freak out?" Baekhyun says, and he feels like it's suddenly getting hot in here.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Your scars don't matter as long as you have that gorgeous body."
Chanyeol isn't sure if that is a compliment or not.
"Why are you sweating by the way?"
"I don't know. Can you just," Baekhyun fans his face with his hand, "turn up the aircon? It's getting hot in here."
Baekhyun unzips his black hoodie and takes it off, so that he is only his clothes underneath. He is wearing a white tank top, exposing his smooth milky skin, neck, armpits, arms, and shoulders.
Chanyeol thinks Baekhyun resembles a girl based on his feminine features, except he doesn't have boobs and a long hair.
Wait. What the fuck.
He blankly stares at how Baekhyun ruffles his short hair as the brunet actor turns to him, smiling sheepishly.
He has seen that exact look from somewhere!
"W-who are you?" Chanyeol mutters.
Baekhyun offers Chanyeol a smug smile, before bravely pinning the tall male down the sofa. He places himself on top of Chanyeol's lap, straddling him and putting his arms around Chanyeol's shoulders.
Baekhyun smirks.
"Don't you really remember, DJ Loey?"
Realizing their awkward and intimate positions, Chanyeol's eyes enlarge as he gasps. He can do nothing but stare at Baekhyun's sassy face, trying his best to remember a single trace of his memory related to the current situation.
An image of a girl flashes back in his mind. The club. The music. The alcohol.
"It's me," Baekhyun says, "Baekhee."
Baekhyun uses his index finger to outline Chanyeol's perfect nose, down to his kissable lips, down to his strong jawline, until he reaches his adam's apple which bobs down as he swallows. Baekhyun can feel the actor tensing under his touch as he is starting to give off cold sweat. His eyes too, start to blink involuntarily, focusing his sight around aimlessly. He is shaking and doing sounds under his throat which mildly scares Baekhyun.
"Breathe. It's fine."
Baekhyun holds Chanyeol by the shoulders firmly as he stares right into his disoriented eyes.
"I'm not gonna do anything weird to you," Baekhyun says, still sitting on top of Chanyeol.
"G-g-get off," Chanyeol mutters as his hand stretches to somewhere, trying to reach anything nearby. Baekhyun sees that and in alarm, he grabs his hand and stops him before he breaks into seizure again.
"Stop! You're going to hurt yourself again. Do you want that? Do you want to burden everyone especially yourself?"
Thinking that he made out with Baekhyun--- that is actually that girl, Baekhee--- makes Chanyeol's head reel. He feels disgust and anger clawing up into him, he wants to push Baekhyun away. He wants to throw up.
But goddamn it. He can't wriggle out. This guy is too strong contrary to his features.
"L-let my hand go," Chanyeol says as he catches for his breath, and his vision is now getting hazy, "D-don't touch me..."
Baekhyun ignores him, as he still forces Chanyeol down with all his might. If this man hurts himself again, then it will be another disturbance for him and for the cast. Besides, he feels the sudden need to help him in his current situation.
Chanyeol screams on top of his lungs.
"Aaaahhhh!"
"Shut up! Stop screaming, oh god!"
"AH! JUST GET OFF ME! DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY---
Chanyeol panics and yells, so Baekhyun shuts him up with his mouth pressed against his lips.
They kiss.
"FUCK!"
Chanyeol leans away fast and shoves Baekhyun off, but the smaller still holds on to his neck.
Baekhyun just laughs.
"Why the fuck did you do that!" Chanyeol yells as his face scrunches in pure disgust, and he is wiping his lips with the back of his palm. "You are so filthy!"
"Filthy?" Baekhyun laughs. "Don't you remember we've already done things more than that!?"
The trembling and panting stops. Chanyeol suddenly gets back to his senses and remembers all things vividly. How he furiously made out with Baekhyun slash Baekhee, how he groped his ass, how he allowed him to suck his fucking dick, how he laid him down the bed to roam his hands around his sexy body.
And how he saw Baekhyun's cock springing out of his skirt.
Well, what the hell. Surprise motherfucker.
Chanyeol is left speechless, his soul has just left his body.
"Hey, I'm sorry about what happened," Baekhyun says, "I didn't know you were afraid of dicks! If only I had known then I didn't approached you then!"
Chanyeol is fucking mad. He is so fucking furious, but he is just too weak right now to grab something to hurt himself. He just keeps his hands to himself, feeling lethargic and nauseous.
"You fucking deceived me. You're not a real girl and I almost fucked you, I can't believe this... We made out and you sucked me off... Oh my fucking god..."
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, a smile back on his face.
"What's wrong with that? We we were both horny that time. Two horny people hook up and forget about that. It's fine."
"It is not fine! It won't be fine!" Chanyeol says as he covers his face. "It shouldn't happen again... I don't want it to happen again..."
Baekhyun looks at him for a moment, feeling a surge of pity.
"What do you mean?"
Chanyeol doesn't answer. Baekhyun lets it through.
"By the way, I want to crossdress sometimes. That's my secret hobby."
Chanyeol knows he is supposed to be kicking Baekhyun out already of his condo. But the annoying bitch is still here, nicely seated on top of his lap as he talks.
"I feel happy when I wear clothes for females. I feel satisfied when I see myself on the mirror with a long hair, wearing cute ribbons and nice dresses and pretty shoes."
"Wow. Okay."
"Not that I want to be a girl that is why I do that. I just feel carefree and contented."
"Why are you saying this?"
"Just want to let you know so you won't freak out again."
"Were you also the girl I saw on the male's restroom?"
"Yes. That was me. I looked like a real girl, right?"
"Oh god," Chanyeol says, "You're a fucking weirdo."
"But not as weird as you," Baekhyun whispers into Chanyeol's ear, "Say, Chanyeol..."
Chanyeol feels goosebumps creeping into his skin.
"Why do you hurt yourself when you have your seizure?" Baekhyun asks curiously. "When you hit your head with a bottle, or you cut your arm with a shard of glass, does it pleasure you in any way?"
Chanyeol swallows the heavy lump forming on his throat.
"Remember that night? You came untouched in your pants."
Chanyeol takes a deep breath, composing himself. He grips Baekhyun's arms firmly much to Baekhyun's surprise. His clutch is too strong that the smaller actor can't move.
"Yes," Chanyeol says, "I love pain."
Baekhyun's eyes widen.
"I love inflicting pain on myself. I love wounds on my body and I love seeing blood trickling down my skin," Chanyeol says, "It makes me aroused."
Baekhyun gasps in shock when he feels Chanyeol's nails digging into his skin. It hurts, but tolerable.
"So if you open your mouth and reveal it to the public," Chanyeol huskily whispers into Baekhyun's ear, "I would love to share my pain with you."
"W-w-why would I reveal your secret? I'm not that kind of person."
"What now? Are you afraid?"
Baekhyun's heart is beating so fast inside his chest as he stares back intently. It's as if Chanyeol is melting him down with his deep handsome gaze he only sees on his movies and television.
Baekhyun is getting turned on by it. He fucking loves it. He wants him so fucking bad.
"I think you're really hot," Baekhyun says. "Ah, you're turning me on, seriously..."
Chanyeol raises an eyebrow. He didn't expect that remark from him after what he has just said.
"You're not totally straight as a ruler so I can still have you, right?" Baekhyun says. "Hey, my standards are really high, you know. Be thankful that you've just caught my attention."
"Not my fault," Chanyeol says.
"Seems like you've calmed down now. Should we get it on?"
Baekhyun puts his hand in front of Chanyeol's crotch, pressing down the heel of his palm against Chanyeol's flaccid cock.
"Ooh. So big~"
Chanyeol's eyes widen in shock.
"What the fuck! Get off of my lap!" he screams in horrification.
But before Baekhyun can do a move to place his ass away from Chanyeol's lap, the door opens wide.
Both actors turn their heads at the door, seeing a surprised Junmyeon standing there, frozen in shock.
"What is this?"
Baekhyun grins. Chanyeol frowns. He pushes off Baekhyun and stands, making the small actor bounce on the sofa like a doll.
"Oh, hello there, Manager Junmyeon!" Baekhyun says. "We were just practicing a scene from the movie. I hope you don't get it all wrong."
Junmyeon's judging glances are skinning Chanyeol alive.
"Oh, is that so," Junmyeon answers as he looks at Chanyeol, "Actor Byun, can you give me and Actor Park a moment to talk?"
"Of course. I'm leaving anyway," Baekhyun says. He wears his hoodie and facemask back as he offers Chanyeol a knowing smile.
Chanyeol glares and mouths him, Fuck off.
"Bye, Chanyeol! See you around," Baekhyun says. He gets a card from his pocket, kisses it with a sound, and puts it on top of Chanyeol's script.
Chanyeol and Junmyeon just stares.
"Call me, okay?" Baekhyun says before he cutely winks and leaves the condo with a skip on his steps.
"I need an explanation," Junmyeon states. "What the fuck did I just see? What was he doing here? What were you doing before I arrived?"
Chanyeol purses his lips and sighs, sitting on the sofa as he covers his face with his palms.
He tells Junmyeon everything.
Everything about the girl at the male comfort room, the club, the almost hook-up, the fact that Baekhee and Baekhyun are the same, and about how this actor knew about his dark secret.
Up to how they ended up in that position on the couch.
Chanyeol tried his best to be as honest as possible while he narrates. Junmyeon is a man he can never lie to.
"So Baekhee is Baekhyun who crossdresses, who is your leading actor by the way, who happens to know about your condition, and finds you really hot, that is why he also keeps on flirting and hitting on you."
Chanyeol sighs. "Yes."
The manager is all the more triggered to the core, but he is surprisingly calm as he chooses not to get hyped about it anymore. The damage has been done. Everything is out of order.
"So maybe that was why I saw Jongdae at the club that night. He was with Baekhyun."
"I think that guy will just keep this to himself," Chanyeol says, "I trust him."
"Since when did you two become so chummy?"
There is pure cringe on Chanyeol's face as he hears that.
"Anyway, did you visit your therapist yet?"
"Yeah. I had a session with her yesterday."
"What did she advise you?"
"Oh, uh..."
"What is it? What did she tell you?" Junmyeon inquires. "Did she tell you to take undergo special treatments again?"
"No."
"Then what?"
Chanyeol takes a deep breath and release a the sigh he doesn't know he's been holding.
"She told me to get laid..."
"Okay?"
"....with a guy."
Junmyeon chokes on his saliva
Park Chanyeol knows he doesn't tolerate things which aren't lined into his virtue of the right direction. But having someone's ass placed on top of his lap with the same anatomy as his, has him taking a little sway out of his belief.
Chanyeol keeps the business card on top of the table securely inside his pocket. He reminds himself to check if the contact number is really working or not.
"I can't fucking believe your psychiatrist just told you that."
"Hey."
"What?
Chanyeol has this coy look on his face that Junmyeon only sees everytime Chanyeol exits the bathroom to jerk off.
"It seems to be not a bad idea."
*
To be continued.
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