One last streak of the brush I am holding and I am done for tonight. Another painting of Park Chanyeol stood finished and wonderful in front of me and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for a job well done. I can't already remember when was the first time I pulled my phone out of my pocket, browsed through our pictures together, and suddenly decided, Yeah. I'm gonna paint my guy. That was just so long ago.

When I glanced up the hanging digital wall clock in my studio, I was a bit surprised to see it's already half past one in the morning. And damn it because I still have classes at seven. Not that I need to be alert-- the professors just let us do what we like-- I just don't fancy the thought of being too sleepy for class.

After cleaning up my things and hanging my paint-splattered apron on a wooden rack, I headed straight out the door and to my room across the now dark hallway of our home. I turned on the lights and went to the bathroom, pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it to the hamper. The faded jeans went next, leaving me with nothing but a black pair of boxer shorts. I grabbed my brush from the sink, squeezed some toothpaste on it, and started cleaning the dinner we had off my mouth.

As I stared at myself on the mirror, my eyes sluggishly darted towards the toothbrush Chanyeol left here a few months back. We kind of treat each others' homes as ours already so it's really no big deal. But still, my lips formed a small smile. It's already a Wednesday but I won't be seeing any of him until Friday night.

"I miss you." I mumbled through my foam filled mouth. Ugh. I hate not seeing him. It makes me feel weak to the core. Although we send each other text messages and talk on the phone at night, seeing him handsome and all in front of me is definitely a different story.

When the bathroom door suddenly burst open, I let out a scream, pointing my toothbrush to the intruder in a poor excuse for a defense.

"Shhh." Chanyeol muttered, a finger against his lips. "You might wake the neighbors up." He regarded me with a small smirk as he closes the bathroom door behind him. His shoes and socks are gone together with his coat and tie. I wonder when and how the hell did he enter my room unnoticed and unheard.

"What the fcking hell?" I gasped, soapy foam spurting from my mouth. "You nearly killed me, you bastard! What are you doing here?"

"Sorry." he pursed his lips. He's still standing against the door and he's looking at me like he's afraid I'm going to kick him out. I was just thinking about him and now he's already standing here in front of me in my own bathroom. This is grace. Okay. Maybe he doesn't deserve this. When the expression on my face slowly softened, Park Chanyeol closed the remaining distance between us before taking hold of my waist and pulling me to him.

I continued brushing my teeth as I stared up at him. "Who opened you up?" I asked. "It's past midnight, Park Chanyeol."

Chanyeol grinned before dipping his head to kiss me. "I tried calling you but your phone's out of reach." he murmured, foam clinging to his own lips. "So I called your brother and luckily, he picked up. Sorry for barging in at this hour. I just-- I just miss you, that's why."

As if I could even get mad at that. Or at him for that matter.

Gently, I reached up to wipe his lips with my fingers. "It's fine, baby," I whispered, giving a small smile. "I miss you, too. And sorry if I wasn't able to answer your calls. My phone died during second period because of fcking Everwing. I swear it was those girls' fault. Peer pressure."

That made Chanyeol chuckle as he let go of my waist to reach for his own toothbrush. We stand side-by-side in front of the wide sink and mirror as we brush our teeth.

"Seriously? Everwing during classes?" he looks at my reflection. "That's just lowkey badass. If you're aiming for a detention, try harder, baby."

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes, spitting on the sink. "It was a weekly tournament. And I just finished my output for that literature class."

"I feel stabbed." Chanyeol chuckled, voice muffled by the brush. "I'm working hard and suffocating myself with reports and sales and my fiance's just busy fighting off virtual monsters. I am seriously getting the feeling you're going to be way more spoiled than you are with me now."

I bumped the side of my hips against his, giggling. "Oh, don't you like spoiling me?" I teased before bending over the sink to rinse my mouth. When I glanced up at Chanyeol, he's looking at me with a small, sincere smile.

"You don't have any idea how spoiling you makes me happy," he answered. Then he frowned in real curiosity. "But seriously? Everwing? I didn't know you were one for Messenger games."

"I told you. Peer pressure."

After rinsing and keeping my toothbrush back to its place, I pulled myself up to sit on the space beside the sink and watch Chanyeol continue his brushing. The past years have been good to him, especially puberty. As time goes by, he just become more and more handsome and for some reason, I am suddenly afraid he could go way better than how he looks now. Isn't that a little terrifying on my part?

Chanyeol glanced at me as he rinsed his toothbrush. "So, how's school?"

"Nice." I answered, cocking my head to one side. "I'm having fun with Amber and Sulli and the professors like me and my art. Didn't I tell you before? I'm going to be the best student they'll ever know. Or get." I added with a wink.

"Really," he grinned as he started unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt and slipping it off his arms. "Your art? So I reckon you're showing them those paintings of me?" Then this smirk spreads on his face as he pulled his white undershirt over his head and throw it to the tiled floor. The effort I need to exert not to look at his body is immediately tiring.

I pursed my lips and focused on his face instead. "You're being cocky." I replied. "And nope. Those paintings are top secret. I really don't allow just about anyone to look at your face and body in a scrutinizing type of way."

Chanyeol nodded. "Right. I am off-limits."

"Off-limits." I agreed and we both grinned at each other like love-struck teenagers. My eyes are locked with his and for some insane reason, we can't seem to look away. It's ridiculous. But it made my heart flutter abnormally for a few, long seconds. And so to cut the spell, I pursed my lips, fighting off a blush before turning away and glancing at my feet for a second before looking at him again.

"So, how's Peanut? Does he miss me?"

"He is absolutely fine and I am guessing he does miss you." My fiance answered, smiling kindly at me. "Mom loves him to death so I don't have to worry much about taking care of him."

"I miss him." I muttered with a pout. "Can you bring him here the next time you visit? Please, baby?"

Chanyeol wet his lips, nodding as he unbuckled his belt. "As if I could say no to you," he muttered under his breath and I have to laugh. I slipped gracefully off my spot before tiptoeing to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek and walking back towards my room. Clothes that surely belong to Chanyeol are on my bed, all folded neatly.

My phone lies untouched on my bedside table and I went over to charge it. When it came to life, random messages flashed on the screen and some are from Park Chanyeol himself, telling me he's coming over and I should open up the gates for him.

I tapped on a message from Amber.

'saw the post? sulli wants to go shopping. coming?'

Frowning, I texted back: 'just read your message. what post?'

As I wait for a reply, I went to go over some other messages just as I heard the quiet shower of water in the bathroom. I turned my heard towards the open door just as a new text from Amber came. 'it's 2 in the morn. still awake?'

'well yeah. or a ghost is texting you back.', I replied.

'very funny, byun baekhyun.'

'so what post?'

'no classes this morning. didn't read the whole post but yes. no classes until 15.'

"Sht." I grinned, obviously pleased with the timing. 'that's nice.'

'check your fb more, byun. so coming with?'

'nope. i'm with chanyeol. but thanks.'

Amber sent a quick 'Okay fine' reply after that and so I scrolled through my remaining unread messages and tapped on this unknown number. It said, 'Hey, Byun Baekhyun. This is Jennie Kim. Mind hanging out with me sometime? I would really love to talk.' And immediately, my brows raised in complete surprise and disbelief. This is surely about my brother; whatever she would like to tell me or discuss with me about. I am dead sure.

But then...

I returned my gaze to the waiting bathroom door and the inviting sound of water hitting the tiles. Jennie's message could absolutely wait. And so I placed my phone back on the table rather clumsily and peeled off the remaining clothing from my body before deciding on joining Park Chanyeol in the shower. I could already make out his silhouette from the door and it made me bite my lip in restraint.

"Hey." I called, sliding open the frosted glass door of the shower area. "Mind if I join you?"

Park Chanyeol stands naked and gorgeous in front of me as he ran a hand through his hair, droplets of water dripping and rolling off his body in all places as he turned to look at me.

"Hey, baby." he smirked, letting me take the space in front of him and under the shower. Warm water immediately washed through me and I gasped as Chanyeol held my waist in one hand before closing the glass door with the other. His hands felt like steel when he pulled me even closer.

"I'm free until 15 tomorrow." I grinned up at him, washing my hair with both hands. "So you're free to stay until then."

"Great." Chanyeol beamed as he reached for a bottle of liquid soap. "Mom's giving me a day-off every Wednesday so I could visit you if you want. Just send me a text and I'll come rushing."

"Well, isn't that sweet?" I teased, wrapping both arms around his neck and letting him spread and lather my back with the soap. Chanyeol just answered me with a chuckle and an amused shake of his head. Obviously, he's concentrating more on the task at hand but his eyes are locked with mine and he's smiling a small, kind smile. I returned the gesture, grinning and biting my lip to stifle a giggle.

We stayed in that position for a few moments until suddenly, he looked down and away, a low laugh escaping his lips. "I'm still not used to it," he chuckled, meeting my eyes again. "It's kinda hard." His hands slowly rest on the small of my back as if we're dancing along with an unheard music. Water still rained down on us in a gentle shower and I twist slightly to turn the knob off. When I turned to face my fiance again, he's watching me intently.

I cocked my head to one side, my hands resting on either of his shoulders. "What the fck are you talking about, Park Chanyeol?"

"It's you." he answered, eyes so sincere and unwavering. "You're just-- You're really pretty, Byun Baekhyun. The fact still leaves me speechless sometimes."

"What?" I laughed, hitting his chest lightly. "Why say those kind of things so suddenly, you jerk? And seriously? Here? You've got to be shtting me." Blood rushed to my cheeks and I hope Chanyeol won't notice. But that's fcking impossible.

"Okay. Just-- Turn around so you won't see my face." Chanyeol mumbled almost shyly and I did what he asked, rolling my eyes in the process. He continued cleaning my back with soap covered hands as he continued, "You're pretty when we met, that's true. But you're gorgeous now and sometimes, it still catches me off guard. It's hard. Getting used to it, I mean. Sure, there are a whole lot of pretty girls around here but... I don't know. Everything about you just affects me in so many ways more than I could ever explain. Kind of complicated but nice."

I pressed my forehead against the tiled wall. "I can't believe you're telling me this." I whispered, smiling still.

"Am I embarrassing you?" Chanyeol's lips gently pressed against my shoulder and I shivered. "I just-- I, at least, want to tell you that, you know. Treat it like a small piece of paper tucked inside that mind of yours. Unfold it anytime you feel like you need it."

A gentle laugh escaped my lips. "And that's when...?"

Chanyeol shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe whenever you feel insecure over something? Or when you think I don't find you sexy anymore? Or maybe when you just need some esteem-booster? Anytime, baby."

"God," I groaned, tipping my head back as I let out a breath. "I just don't know what to do without you anymore, Park Chanyeol."

"Suit yourself." he breathed and I felt his lips against my hair. "I'm not leaving."

I just sighed in content as Chanyeol's hand traveled all over my body and I let him do so, my palms flat on the wall in front of me. My eyes fluttered close as he caress my waist and to my abdomen, fingers reaching lower and lower until I have to bite my lip to keep myself from groaning whenever the tips of his fingers reaches my groin. Soon, he's massaging my butt cheeks, making me arch my back both in pleasure and comfort. When my legs started to feel weak, I rested my back against Chanyeol and he started supporting most of my weight as he spreads the lather up to my chest. His palm brushes against my nipples ever so often and soon enough, they're already long and hard.

Hissing, I turned and gently pushed Chanyeol by the chest and against the glass. "This is fcking turning me on." I murmured as I leaned unto him, skin to skin. My palms press against his abs as I tipped my head to meet his eyes and the slow smirk that's spreading over his handsome face. Come on. Kiss me.

Park Chanyeol's jet black hair is dripping wet and sexy and he used his fingers to brush it up over his head. "I know, baby." he whispered back, fingers suddenly trailing the length of my back. They made slow circles then moved up and down as if writing unknown words. Chanyeol reached for the shower and turned the knob on, warm water drizzling over us in a split second. "Come on. Let's finish soaping you up and-- Baek--"

But I started kissing his chest and up to his collar bone, making Chanyeol groan and grip my hips tight. I caress the hard muscles under my hands as my lips do their work, sucking and kissing anywhere I like. Anywhere warm. Anywhere wet. Park Chanyeol feels so good under my lips and under my skin. He always does.

"I can't wait." I purred, eyes searching his. "Let's do it here."

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol started to protest as he squeezed his eyes shut. "Remember the five times?" Then he looked down at me, eyes blazing for a second as he take in my present state: wet, aroused, and begging.

Slowly, one of his hands went to slip between the tight gap between my butt cheeks and I have to wince, nails digging against his waist. I'm still sore from last weekend and that's because of that three rounds of sex we had in his bed and another two rounds in the bathroom. That night made me pass out two freakin times and I wonder why I can't and didn't get mad a bit.

The water continued to drizzle around me, rinsing all the lather and suds that has been clinging to my skin. "But I want you," I said in a small voice, pressing my body against him. "Don't you want me, Park Chanyeol?" I asked innocently and that obviously almost threw Chanyeol over the edge because the grip he has around my hips is starting to hurt. The tensing of his jaw is also noticeable as he studied me with warm, brown orbs.

Finally, Chanyeol wet his lower lip with his tongue, making my knees buckle. "Of course I want you," he breathed, reaching up to touch my cheek ever to lightly. "But you'll get hurt and I don't want that."

I pressed myself against him further, letting him feel the hardening of my d*ck. "But you didn't think twice about waking me up in middle of dawn for sex?" I argued. "Why are you being unfair right now? I want you. I fcking want you now."

"Byun Baekhyun," Chanyeol started and his voice is laced with pure control. No. He isn't angry. He's obviously controlling himself and his urges. "You're sore, baby. Please-- I don't think I could go gentle with you looking this... hot."

"I love you." I murmured, kissing him on the chest and up his collar bone. "I love you, Chanyeol." I started to caress his body; from his chest and down to his waist and abdomen. Soon enough, Chanyeol's breaths fastened and for a second, I thought he's going to push me away and walk out of the bathroom right now. But as I continued showering his body with kisses, I spilled the words that would always make him want me. "I love you, okay? I love you, baby," I continued to murmur between kisses. "Park Chan... Please..."

"That's--" his breath hitched and one of his hands went behind my neck. "That's playing dirty, Byun Baekhyun."

But when I gave out a giggle, Chanyeol groaned low in his throat before pulling my head back by the hair to kiss me. It was hungry and rough and totally the way I like it. He pushed me against the glass door and the shower of water above us is totally forgotten, mist and fog slowly gathering around us like clouds. Chanyeol started to grind his now rock-hard member against mine and I took hold of all the control I have not to bite unto his lips. It feels so fcking good but I don't want to hurt him. His tongue is pure evil though, licking and sucking my mouth in all the right places. As I said before, his kisses burn and they drive me crazy. One of his hands is in a delicious tangle war with my hair and the other is massaging one of my ass cheeks. Fcking hell. I don't want him to stop.

When I pulled back to breathe, Chanyeol's lips followed my neck, teeth biting on my skin hard as he groaned loudly. Panting, I trailed my tongue down to his Adam's apple, feeling it move as he swallowed spit. I licked and kissed lower down to his chest, my hands holding unto his warm and hard body until I clumsily dropped on my knees, gripping his hips between my fingers. My hold isn't really that strong compared to Chanyeol's but when I pulled him closer, I heard him emit a delicious hiss.

My head is trapped between the glass door and him and when I looked up to give him a playful smirk, Chanyeol is watching me with hooded eyes; both brown orbs dark with pure lust. Hands reached eagerly for his throbbing c*ck, feeling the warm and hard staff between my palms. It pulsates as more blood rushed to its tip, making it harder and longer for my liking. Chanyeol almost punched the glass before him as he squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasurable sensation filling him. Slowly, I trailed the c*ck's tip around my lips and Chanyeol moaned, head thrown back in bliss.

"Fck, Byun Baekhyun," he breathes as I grazed my teeth along his member's length. It feels hot to the touch but my lips are accustomed to the feeling already. Besides, this is mine. All of him is mine. Just the thought of other people claiming Park Chanyeol makes my head burst and I tugged unto his c*ck quite annoyed as I suckled the base, earning a hiss from him. One of his hands gripped my hair but I let him, my tongue enjoying the feeling of his hardening sac. I started to stroke his d*ck with one hand as I hold his ass in the other, keeping him from pulling back. The tip drips pre-come and no matter how tempted I am to taste it now, I resisted, busying myself with taking one of his balls at a time and sucking.

I continued stroking as I slowly pulled back to give his waiting c*ck the attention it obviously wants. When my tongue touched the tip, Chanyeol groaned and started to buck his hips in slow, controlled motions. "You taste so good," I giggled as I ran my tongue from the base to the tip. "Want to fck my mouth, baby?" I whispered and as an answer, Chanyeol thrusts his hips forward, the tip of his member hitting my close lips. Still giggling, I held his c*ck with both hands and started sucking the tip, tasting his come instantly and acknowledging the familiarity of the taste. Park Chanyeol moaned and groaned as he urged me to take him deeper. Sht. He definitely grew. I noticed that since our make love in the cafe's office. How long is he now? Seven and a half inches? Eight? Or more? And sht again. He became thicker, too.

My lips formed into that welcoming 'O' and slowly, Park Chanyeol eased inside my mouth, his own lips gaped and his breaths coming in and out short. "Ahhh... Baekhyun..." The tip of his member hits the back of my throat every time and I almost gagged but I managed, my hands resting on the inside of his thighs. Because of his size, he is quite considering, fcking my mouth in slow motions and keeping himself from burying his c*ck to the hilt. One single hole is made for that job and it's definitely not my mouth.

Park Chanyeol continued his achingly slow paces and I moaned and groaned as I tilted my head and ran my tongue against his member as he fcks my mouth. Right now, both of his palms is pressed against the glass and his eyes are focused on the scene before him. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave him the blow job he wants, letting him enjoy every fcking second of it. He thrusts in and out. In and out. He continued fcking my mouth, the wet and warm cave enveloping the huge c*ck only me has the authority to taste. Moaning, I ran my palms along his thighs as he moves, caressing and palming his skin. My fingers found his sac next and I played with them, squeezing gently and groping their warmth. When they slowly hardened and Chanyeol's c*ck twitched in my mouth, he pulled back so suddenly, immediately leaving me empty. How annoying.

"What--" I started to protest, spit and come dripping from the sides of my lips. My throat feels sore and tired but I still want more. I still want more of him. Instead of answering, he bent down to take me by the arm and Chanyeol pushed me against the wall, his face emotionless and lips pressed into a thin line. All the remaining self-control he has is slowly seeping out of his body to be replaced by need and lust cruelly combined. The tiles feel cold against my face and chest but Chanyeol's warm body pressed against my back is enough to melt my insides. When one calloused hand suddenly spanked my buttocks, I let out a loud cry that sounded more like a moan. "Fck." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I pressed my forehead on the wall.

I tilted my head to one side to see Park Chanyeol stroking himself as he stared down at me, taking my eager and waiting appearance. His eyes are sexy and dark and I almost begged him to fck me. And I want him to fck me hard. Panting, I opened my legs further and arched my back so I could near my ass at him. I know what he's doing and I can't wait. I can't fcking wait. Another hard spank made me curl my fingers into fists, teeth biting down unto my lower lip to keep myself from breaking apart because of lust.

"More..." I moaned and Chanyeol obeyed, his palm hitting my backside roughly. "Park Chanyeol... Please... I want you..." And almost instantly, two huge palms grabbed each of my ass cheeks, massaging them almost painfully before pushing them apart to reveal the waiting hole between them. With a quiet growl, Chanyeol pinned me between him and the wall, his hands still gripping my ass. He palmed my butt cheeks, slapped them hard, and grab them again. He also started teasing my hole with his c*ck, running the length of it against the surface, wetting it with come. I tried moving my hips so I could catch the tip of his member and impale my hole with it but that just resulted into another hard spank.

One of Chanyeol's hand left my ass so he could stroke himself. But this time, it's faster. When I turned my head to watch him, I have to lick my bottom lip because of the sexy scene in front of me. I have never seen him really jack off but hell, I'd do anything if I get to watch him everytime he does it. "Ah, fck--" Chanyeol groaned, his head thrown back. "Fck, Baek..." He continued stroking, continued running his palm along his full-grown c*ck. And when the first string of semen spurts from his d*ck, Chanyeol suddenly grabbed my waist and painfully thrusts into me.

"AH!" I gasped, tears stinging my eyes in an instant. Hot, sticky liquid hits my inside, wetting me, making everything slickier, making me moan and groan. Without warning, Park Chanyeol started fcking me, his hips bucking uncontrollably and his d*ck hitting and touching me in all the right places. I am definitely sore. But this is making love with my fiance and I would never miss it for anything. "Holy sht..." I hissed, hitting the wall with my fists. "Oh my god, Chanyeol-- Ahhh..."

"Oh, baby..." he groaned, teeth biting down on my neck as his hips slapped against my ass. He just fcking came and he's hard and throbbing again. Fck, Park Chanyeol. You're a freakin beast. I tried to meet his thrusts, pushing my hips back every time he enters me. But Chanyeol's pace is too fast I couldn't keep up and my mind started to feel hazy. I squeezed my eyes shut and continued moaning and screaming his name. I don't fcking care if anyone hears us. Or if my parents and brother come bursting into this room. I am just so horny and turned on right now I wouldn't care about the world. Chanyeol continued biting and kissing my neck and down to my shoulder and back.

I let out another scream when he hits my prostrate and the sounds I am making just seem to further turn him on because his d*ck twitches inside me everytime. Cursing under his breath, Chanyeol pulled out for just a second to turn me around and wrap my both legs around his waist. I pulled myself up, my palms pressed against the glass around us before I took his member into my hole again, our gazes dark and locked with each other. He pressed me against the wall like he did in that dance studio and fcks me until I am another moaning mess and he's breathing out my name over and over again. My hands flew to his hair and I pulled him in for a messy kiss, tongue hitting each other, lips sucking anywhere they could reach. I tugged unto his wet, black locks and Chanyeol just groaned, his paces getting faster and harder. My asshole feels sore to the touch but this sex is fcking delicious. Every make love with him is heaven.

When I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face against his neck, Chanyeol's body tenses in a split second before groaning, "Ah, Byun Baekhyun...", his come then again hitting deep inside me. He reached between us and gave my member a few strokes as he rides off his climax and I have to give out another cry when I came. The sticky fluid hits his chest and filled his hands and as he continued thrusting into me, I feel semen dripping from my hole and hitting the floor in loud plops. Chanyeol pressed me against the wall, gave me a few more fcks before finally pulling out.

Still panting from another exhilarating sex, my legs dropped to the floor but I didn't untangle my arms that are still wrapped around his neck. He didn't seem to mind though, because slowly, he hugged me by the waist and pulled me closer. We stayed like that for a few more moments as we both catch our breaths, the water from the shower cleaning off the come dirtying our naked bodies.

My eyes remained closed as I snuggled nearer, tipping my head back to press my lips against his neck. "Eight years." I murmured. "We've been together for eight years."

"Hm." Chanyeol nods, lips pressed against my forehead. "Why, baby?"

"Am I really that pretty to you?" I asked in a whisper. "Aren't you getting tired of my face already? Won't you get tired of me?"

"Why are you asking me this?" he whispered back. "Are you okay, Baek? Is there a problem?"

I hugged him tighter. "It's not that."

"Then why?"

"I'm just afraid." I admitted in a quiet voice. "I'm just afraid you're gonna get tired of me because I'm a btch sometimes; Because I curse a lot; Because I'm selfish... Because we've been together for so long--"

Chanyeol's voice is kind when he spoke. "Say my name," he breathes and it made me open my eyes. Frowning, I tipped my head to look at him. All the lust and the darkness already left his eyes and they're kinder now. Softer, even. His brown orbs dance with nothing but affection.

"What--?"

"Just do it." he said before gently placing one hand on my head so he could press the side of my face against his chest. I could clearly hear his heartbeat and for some reason, it's calming me.

I smiled despite the curiosity. "Park Chanyeol," I whispered, my voice soft but full of certainty. I love saying his name. I really, really do.

A second flew before he chuckled. "See? Only you could do that." And for a moment, I was left blank but then I suddenly realized what he means. His heart... It's fluttering.

I don't even know why or how but tears rolled from my eyes almost continuously. Pressing my face against his chest, I sobbed and Chanyeol just held me there, panicking for a moment before laughing quietly. "I love you," I sobbed as I tightened my arms around him. "I love you... Over and over... I love you..."

"I know, baby, I know." Chanyeol whispered as he picks me up by the waist so he could level his face with mine. Right then, he kissed the tip of my nose before looking into my eyes, gaze serious and warm. "I love you, too. I love you so, so much. And it's the kind of love I won't get tired of knowing more about. It's the kind of love that could kill me. You are my life, Byun Baekhyun. And I will never stop telling you that if it'll keep you from worrying about me leaving you."

"S-Serious?" I sobbed, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "You swear?"

"Baby..." Chanyeol cooed as he kisses my cheek. "I love you... I love you..."

Still shaking with controlled sobs, I buried my face against his neck again as Park Chanyeol whispered words to my ear, making me close my eyes in comfort. Soon, the sobs are gone and I'm breathing normally again. But when I suddenly let out a sneeze, we both chuckled quietly.

"Please don't catch a cold." he murmured, pulling back so we could continue cleaning ourselves quickly. It's dawn and we need to sleep if we don't want to be exhausted the whole day.

I started to lather my body with soap and Chanyeol did the same. "Sorry. This one's my fault." I grinned, shaking my head in amusement. "I won't do it again."

But Chanyeol bit his lip, suddenly thoughtful. "No." he murmured. "I don't mind."

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a/n: The 'IN' Series is still plot-less but fluff- and smut-ful. So no real story climax aside from the one concerning thrusting and coming. *wink wink*

Hope you enjoyed this chap!