FINDING OUT

⚠️ [Mature-ish] ⚠️

Chanyeol's p.o.v.

Chanyeol was sitting at his office desk, flipping through papers and tapping a pen against his bottom lip. He couldn't focus on work today; his head was too full of other things. Like how in the world was he going to tell his parents and Yoora that Baekhyun and him were going to be having a baby? It was sure to be very loud.
   
Chanyeol groaned and dropped his head against the desk. As he just sat there, most likely getting paper ceases on his forehead, he heard someone approach him and then slap something every heavy onto the desk. Chanyeol groaned again, and then Sehun said, "Chanyeol, you have a shit ton of more work to do, so stop sleeping!" Chanyeol turned his head to the side and peered up at Sehun as he grumbled, "I wasn't sleeping, you moron. I was thinking." Sehun perched himself on the edge of the table and asked, "Thinking about what?"
   
"Things," Chanyeol mumbled. Sehun crossed his arms and said, "You know, keeping secrets from other police officers is not a good idea. Do you want to die?"
   
"It's not about work," Chanyeol mumbled. "It's personal." Sehun smacked the top of Chanyeol's head, and Chanyeol jerked up as he glared at him. "Hey! You always tell us not to bring our personal problems to work! And what are you doing now? Going back on your words," Sehun yelled. "Shut up, Sehun, and go back to work!" Chanyeol yelled. Sehun scoffed and rolled his eyes as he called, "I'm telling Jongin about this!" Chanyeol sighed and dropped his head back onto the desk as he inwardly groaned and thought, God, today's going to be a long day.

Baekhyun's p.o.v.

Baekhyun stood in the front of class, reviewing from the day before as some of his students payed attention intently, while others boredly stared off in space or did things to get his attention in a negative way. Baekhyun was really getting fed up by this point.
   
God, he's insufferable, Baekhyun thought as he watched Chul from the corner of his eye wading up the assignment he had handed out at the beginning of class. Baekhyun ignored him as best as he could, but when he felt that waded up piece of paper hit him in the back of the head, he had finally had enough. He set down the piece of chalk as calmly as he could and turned around to face Chul. The whole class either looked at Baekhyun, wondering what he'd do now, as the other half snickered at Chul's actions. Baekhyun really didn't want to say these next words, but he had to.
   
"Chul," Baekhyun said. "Detention after class."

3rd p.o.v.

Chul just smiled as he heard the exact words he had been waiting for.
   
Okay, Professor, detention it is, Chul thought. Man, this going to be fun . . .

After class, Baekhyun watched as everyone left the room, all except Chul. Baekhyun frowned for a moment, wondering why he was still here, then he remembered he had given him detention. Baekhyun sighed regretfully and said in an exhausted voice, "Chul, let's do your detention another day. I don't feel like dealing with you today," Baekhyun told him bluntly.
   
Chul scoffed and rolled his eyes. Then he got out of his seat and sauntered down the steps. He stopped when he was right in front of Baekhyun, and Baekhyun took a step back, not liking how close he was or the fact that he towered over him by an inch or so. Baekhyun glared up Chul and said, "Chul, you may leave now."
   
Chul took another step towards Baekhyun as he murmured, "What? Why do you keep moving away? Do I intimidate you?" Chul asked in a low voice.
   
Baekhyun scoffed and said, "As if. You think someone like you would scare me? Don't make me laugh." Chul just grinned and murmured, "Are you always so feisty? It's really hot." Baekhyun reined in his anger and sighed, "Chul, just go to class."
   
"Okay, whatever you say, Professor," Chul muttered with a smirk before leaving.
   
Baekhyun sighed and rubbed his forehead; he was getting another headache. Why does Chul insist on terrorizing me? Baekhyun thought. It's like I'm back six years ago. Baekhyun sighed again and glanced over at his phone sitting on his desk, a little voice in his head whispered, "Go ahead. Call him. You need it. You need to hear his voice. You'll feel better once you have." Baekhyun succumbed to the voice and grabbed his phone, and closed his classroom door before calling Chanyeol, who picked up on the first ring.
   
"Baekhyun, is everything okay?" Chanyeol asked in answer.
   
Baekhyun instantly felt better just by hearing Chanyeol's voice, and he closed his eyes and sighed as he muttered, "It is now."
   
"So for sure you're okay?" Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun could hear the worry in his voice and practically see Chanyeol's scrunched up brow. Baekhyun nodded although Chanyeol couldn't see him and said, "Yeah, I'm okay. I just needed to hear your voice is all."
   
"Saying that makes me think something's wrong," Chanyeol murmured. "Either that or you just really miss me." Baekhyun smiled and murmured, "I miss you."
   
Why didn't he say anything about Chul?
   
"Are you busy right now?" Baekhyun asked. There was a pause, followed by the shuffling of papers, then Chanyeol sighed as he replied, "Yeah, I am." Baekhyun instantly felt guilty and muttered, "I'm sorry, am I inconveniencing you?" Chanyeol's response was quick without any hesitation, and stern when he said, "No. Never. Call me whenever you want, Baekhyun. I love hearing your voice." Baekhyun blushed and dropped his eyes like he would have done if Chanyeol were standing in front of him. "You just made me blush," Baekhyun murmured. Chanyeol chuckled and murmured, "Be careful of what you say, Baekhyun. I might attack you when I get home." Baekhyun gasped and slapped a hand over his cheek as they started to burn even more furiously. "Chanyeol, behave yourself!" Chanyeol laughed and replied, "No, I don't think I can. You might have to teach me a lesson later, Professor Park." Baekhyun squeezed his eyes shut and said, "Oh my gosh, stop that." Chanyeol laughed again and said, "Fine, we'll place this on hold for later. I love you, Baekhyun."
   
Baekhyun smiled and murmured, "I love you too, Chanyeol."
   
After his phone call with Chanyeol, Baekhyun definitely felt better and the rest of his day went by smoothly without any problems from Chul. Baekhyun went on the rest of the day teaching his students, and in-between classes he dealt with getting bothered by his three friends.
   
When the school day finally ended, and he had his ungraded papers stuffed neatly away in his bag, it was time for him to go home. Chanyeol's car wasn't there when he drove up to their driveway. "Maybe he has another late night . . .?" Baekhyun mused to himself. He sighed and grabbed his suitcase.
   
The house always felt so empty without Chanyeol there. Walking to their back office, Baekhyun dropped his suitcase on his desk and then went back to the kitchen to make a sandwich then watch TV, and when he started to get tired he clicked it off and went upstairs to take a nap.

Chanyeol's p.o.v.

When Chanyeol drove up in the driveway later that night, around ten or so, he saw Baekhyun's car and couldn't help but smile. Chanyeol got out of his car and unlocked the front door. He peeked in their office, but Baekhyun wasn't there, so he went upstairs and found him asleep tangled in the sheets. Chanyeol sighed at the sight.
   
Baekhyun had changed out of his suit and was wearing one of Chanyeol's baggy shirts and a pair of shorty shorts; Chanyeol lightly chuckled at that and quietly approached the bed. He sat down beside Baekhyun and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. Baekhyun sighed in his sleep, and mumbled something incoherent as Chanyeol just continued to ran his fingers through Baekhyun's hair.

3rd p.o.v.

Chanyeol loved to watch Baekhyun sleep; he always looked so peaceful and innocent.
   
Baekhyun had woken up when he felt the bed dip down beside him, then Chanyeol's hand running through his hair. Baekhyun couldn't help but sigh involuntarily as it just felt so good. Baekhyun didn't say anything or move as Chanyeol continued to run his fingers through his hair — he didn't want Chanyeol to stop because now of days, since both of them have been so busy, they haven't had every many intimate moments such as this; and Baekhyun had really missed it.
   
Chanyeol noticed a moment later Baekhyun's change in breathing — it had changed from being even to slightly erratic. Chanyeol smiled and leaned forward; he kissed the hollow below Baekhyun's ear, and Baekhyun's breathing spiked again.
   
Now Chanyeol was grinning mischievously, and Baekhyun's intuition was telling him that Chanyeol knew he was awake. When Chanyeol leaned in to kiss Baekhyun's cheek, Baekhyun turned his head at the last second, their lips meeting instead. Chanyeol grinned against Baekhyun's mouth and murmured, "Haven't we done this before?" Baekhyun grinned and replied, "Many times before." Chanyeol smiled, "I thought so." Baekhyun smiled too and pecked Chanyeol's lips before pulling back, but Chanyeol didn't let him get too far. Baekhyun scooted back against the headboard and Chanyeol's lips roamed across his jawline and neck. Baekhyun sighed; it felt so good. He brought his arms up around Chanyeol's neck and softly kissed his lips.
   
Baekhyun's soft, slow kissing made Chanyeol want to kiss him roughly. They had so few moments like this, that when they actually happened there was too much heat and passion that they skipped the tenderness of such moments. Chanyeol locked away his intense, almost monstrous desire and reined in his want and need as he matched Baekhyun's tender kisses. He slide his fingers up into Baekhyun's hair and gently clasped his waist, both actions meant for bring Baekhyun closer.
   
Baekhyun could practically feel Chanyeol's want radiating off him in hot waves, and Baekhyun had to force himself to take things slow although he was starting to feel the same intensity. He wanted Chanyeol so badly he could already feel the tightening in his shorts. Baekhyun slide his hands down from around Chanyeol's neck and rested them on his hips. Baekhyun uncrossed his leg from beneath him and put that one up against Chanyeol's hip, then he scooted back down onto the pillows.
   
Chanyeol hovered above Baekhyun for a moment before leaning down and kissing his jaw and neck again. Baekhyun arched his head back, giving Chanyeol more room as he tightened his leg around Chanyeol's hip and the other tightly pressed against his other hip. Chanyeol's hands moved down from Baekhyun's hair and waist; the one hand that had been in Baekhyun's hair moved to his waist as the other moved down past the waistband of Baekhyun's shorts and thigh, to grip the back of Baekhyun's knee, the one wrapped around Chanyeol's hip.
   
Baekhyun trailed his hands up from Chanyeol's waist to his back as he pulled at his shirt, un-bunching it from the waistband of his jeans then pulling it over his head. Free of his shirt now, Baekhyun ran his hands around to Chanyeol's chest and firmly sculpted abdomen. He leaned forward, ducking down to kiss along Chanyeol's stomach. He pushed Chanyeol back against the bed as his hands moved down past the waistband of Chanyeol's jeans and touched the growing bulge in Chanyeol's pants. Chanyeol moaned as Baekhyun slide his hands into his waistband, touching him again. Chanyeol groaned and grabbed Baekhyun's wrists, bring them up around his neck as Chanyeol then sat up and gripped Baekhyun's waist and pulled him onto his lap.
   
Baekhyun straddled Chanyeol waist and rolled his hips against his, grinding their hard-ons together, causing them both to moan. Chanyeol bit and kissed along Baekhyun's jaw and at the hollow below his ear. Baekhyun's lips brushed against Chanyeol's earlobe as he breathlessly murmured, "Chanyeol, remember when you said I should teach you a lesson . . .?" Chanyeol mentally shook his head, trying to clear the fog Baekhyun's kissing had created as he replied in a husky voice, "Mhm, vaguely." Baekhyun nibbled at Chanyeol's earlobe and murmured, "Well, I remember . . ." Chanyeol gulped and Baekhyun grinned as he continued to muttered, "Prepare yourself, Chanyeol. You know my lessons are always thorough." Chanyeol gulped again as he replied, "Shit," in a low voice. Baekhyun just laughed and then suddenly flipped Chanyeol onto his back.
   
Baekhyun kissed along his abdomen and chest, and when Baekhyun reached Chanyeol's lips, Chanyeol brought his hands up and pulled at the hem of Baekhyun's shirt. He pulled it from Baekhyun's head and tossed it onto the floor. Baekhyun cupped one of Chanyeol's cheeks as he kissed him and his other hand roamed down to unbutton and unzip Chanyeol's jeans, pulling them off.
   
Chanyeol closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he waited. He felt Baekhyun's lips against his lower abdomen again as his lips slowly roamed downwards. Baekhyun ran his fingers along Chanyeol's inner thighs and kissed his sensitive skin before parting his legs, then Baekhyun took Chanyeol into his mouth. He ran his tongue along the length of Chanyeol's shaft, sucking and hollowing his cheek as he applied pressure and took more of him down his throat. In response, Chanyeol squeezed his eyes shut more tightly and exhaled a ragged breath. His fingers gripped the sheets as he couldn't help but thrust upwards; Baekhyun took it and as punishment for Chanyeol practically shoving himself down Baekhyun's throat, he lightly yet roughly bit Chanyeol's tip.
   
"OW! Shit, Baekhyun!" Chanyeol yelled. Baekhyun internally rolled his eyes and continued what he was doing before. A moment later, Chanyeol released inside Baekhyun's mouth with a satisfied moan. Baekhyun pulled back, swallowing Chanyeol's come and licking him clean before wiping his mouth, then he wrapped his arms around Chanyeol's neck and fell back against the pillows.
   
Chanyeol followed after him, and propped himself up on either side of Baekhyun before leaning down and kissing his lips, running his tongue across Baekhyun's bottom lip until he slightly parted his lips, allowing Chanyeol to enter and taste every inch of Baekhyun's mouth. Baekhyun twisted his fingers through the sweaty curls at the nape of Chanyeol's neck as Chanyeol continued to kiss him, then moved his lips across Baekhyun's jaw and neck, marking his skin in red, rose-like bruises. Chanyeol kissed across Baekhyun's chest, and like every other time, he delicately kissed Baekhyun's scar — desperately trying to ignoring the reason behind it — before continuing to kiss along his abdomen. When his lips brushed against the fabric of Baekhyun's shorts, Chanyeol brought his hand down and slide his fingers under the waistband and almost teasingly pulled them down before tossing them somewhere behind him.
   
Chanyeol always went slow here because he loved trailing his hands along the smooth skin of Baekhyun's legs, and kissing his cream colored skin. Chanyeol brushed his fingertips along Baekhyun's inner thighs, delicately kissing his soft skin before gently parting his legs. Baekhyun bit his lip to hold back a moan when he felt Chanyeol's lips against him, then his tongue as he ran it up and down and around. Chanyeol always turned Baekhyun into a panting, moaning mess when he did this; Baekhyun just couldn't help himself. He released into Chanyeol's mouth with a whimper and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
   
Chanyeol pulled back and wiped some of Baekhyun's come from the corner of his mouth, then he leaned forward and captured Baekhyun's lips. Baekhyun leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Chanyeol's neck and pulled him closer. As he kissed Baekhyun, Chanyeol reached out for the lube. He kissed Baekhyun softly a few more times before smearing his fingers with the lube, and running a finger around his entrance before sliding inside and stretching him out. Baekhyun hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as Chanyeol pushed inside him.
   
Chanyeol had formed a delicate rhythm, and he was softly kissing Baekhyun when from downstairs they heard a sharp knock on the front door. Baekhyun's eyes snapped open, and Chanyeol stilled inside him, panting as he gasped, "Was that the door?" Baekhyun groaned and said, "What the hell? It's like . . . eleven o'clock at night." Chanyeol groaned too and dropped his forehead into the crook of Baekhyun's shoulder as he mumbled, "I am not answering the door at eleven o'clock at night." Baekhyun huffed and said, "And what, you want me too? You're the one who carries a gun, you answer it." Chanyeol grumbled and muttered, "No. Maybe they'll go away." Baekhyun rolled his eyes and murmured, "You just don't want to stop what we're doing." Chanyeol sighed, "Guilty." Baekhyun rolled his eyes again and adjusted beneath Chanyeol before saying, "But won't it be weird knowing someone is right outside our house as we just continue having sex?" Chanyeol groaned again and lifted his head from Baekhyun's shoulder as he muttered, "But we never seem to get anytime together." Baekhyun sighed and brushed his thumb across Chanyeol's cheek and murmured, "Then we'll ignore it," before he pulled Chanyeol down for a kiss.
   
Baekhyun moved his hands down towards Chanyeol's waist, and gently pulled him out before rolling Chanyeol onto his back. Baekhyun straddled his waist and kissed along Chanyeol's jawline. Baekhyun continued to roam his lips across Chanyeol's chest and abdomen when another stream of sharp knocks sounded against the door. Baekhyun sighed and leaned forward, pecking the corner of Chanyeol's mouth and murmuring, "Okay, this obviously isn't meant to happen tonight." Chanyeol sighed, "Yeah, I suppose you're right," as he sat up and wound his arms around Baekhyun's waist and pulled him into his lap. "Who do you think is at the door?" Baekhyun muttered. Chanyeol shrugged and stood up, placing Baekhyun onto his feet then turning to their dresser as he searched for a pair of boxers and jeans — they would help to hide the fact that he still had an erection — and a gray T-shirt. Baekhyun walked up behind Chanyeol and wrapped his arms around his waist, and when Chanyeol turned around to face him, Baekhyun went "Woah!" and took a step back. Baekhyun glanced down and pointed with his finger as he said, "Are you sure who's ever at the door won't notice that?" Chanyeol just shrugged and pulled Baekhyun forward into a hug, Baekhyun muttered, "Jesus!" as Chanyeol said, "It was meant for you. So of course you would notice, and I doubt they will." Baekhyun mumbled something eligible then murmured, "Chanyeol, stop poking me." Chanyeol couldn't help but laugh as he released Baekhyun and said, "Okay, I'm going to see who's at the door."
   
"Okay, you do that," Baekhyun mumbled.

Chanyeol's p.o.v.

Chanyeol sighed and shut the door after him as Baekhyun started to dress, then he turned towards the hallway and started walking to the stairs. He took them at a sorta fast yet lazily pace, thinking that if he took forever to answer the door they'd just go away — and he really wanted them to go away. Sighing heavily, Chanyeol pulled the door open, forgetting to look through the peephole as he pulled the door open and nearly missed getting attacked. Chanyeol gasped and yelled, "Oh, shit! No!" and quickly turned around as Yoora attacked him around the waist in a giant huge.

3rd p.o.v.

From behind him, Yoora pouted, "What do you mean, 'No', Chanyeol? You're rude."
   
"Actually, I just saved us both a lifetime of embarrassment," Chanyeol mumbled. "Huh? What did you say?" Yoora asked. "Nothing," Chanyeol mumbled just as Baekhyun came running around the corner yelling, "Oh my God! Chanyeol, are you—" Baekhyun froze mid-run and had to catch himself against the wall before he tripped over his own feet. "Yoora?" Baekhyun gasped in surprise. "Wh–what are you doing here?" Baekhyun glanced between the two; Chanyeol who was red in the face and bitting his lip, discreetly trying to cover himself; and Yoora, who was still back-hugging Chanyeol, her arms around his waist and her cheek pressed against his back as she smiled at Baekhyun. "What, can I not visit my namdongsaeng and his husband?"
   
"No!" Chanyeol said. "Not when it's twelve o'-fucking-clock at night!" Yoora smacked the back of his head and released him from the hug, but Chanyeol still kept his back to her as he glanced over at Baekhyun and mouthed, "Help me!" Baekhyun bit his lip and said, "So, Yoora? Why are you here?" Chanyeol huffed and dropped his head back against his shoulders as Yoora turned her attention from Chanyeol to Baekhyun. Chanyeol mouthed, "Thank you!" over Yoora's shoulder and Baekhyun smiled in reply.
   
"Because," Yoora said, her tone and expression shifting to neutral as she continued by saying, "I heard from a friend that a woman I use to have classes with, by the name Kim Taeyeon is pregnant. Did you guys know she does surrogacies for couples who can't have their own children?" Yoora finished saying by glancing between the two of them.
   
Baekhyun's jaw dropped, and Chanyeol stuttered, "Wh–what? Really? That's so good of her."
   
Yoora's static face turned into a glare as she snapped, "Seriously!? I just busted you and you still won't admit it?" Chanyeol opened and closed his mouth, then finally managed to low-key shout, "What?" Baekhyun huffed and rolled his eyes, muttering, "Chanyeol, she already knows. Just tell her." Baekhyun crossed his arms and sighed. Chanyeol sighed as well and said, "Fine. We saw a doctor, and he told us we could have a child by having a surrogate mother carry our baby." Yoora bit her bottom lip, then the smile she was trying to fight back burst forth as she cried, "Oh my God! I'm so happy for you two! But why didn't you tell me sooner? Hearing that your namdongsaeng and his husband are using a surrogate to have a baby is not something I wanted to find out from a stranger!" Chanyeol grimaced and murmured, "Sorry, noona. And we only found out yesterday Taeyeon was pregnant." Yoora huffed and grumbled, "Well, I found out today. And you better tell my mom and dad before they find out from a complete stranger, as well." Chanyeol nodded and said, "Yeah, I know. I get off early tomorrow, and if Baekhyun was feeling up to it, I planned on telling them tomorrow. We were too busy to do it today." Yoora huffed and rolled her eyes as she said, "Really? You were to busy to at least call?" Chanyeol blushed and Baekhyun bit down on his bottom lip. Yoora's eyes widened knowingly and she fake gagged as she whined, "Ugh, I did not need to know that!" Chanyeol rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Then don't come over in the middle of the night next time." Yoora huffed and glared at Chanyeol and smacked his arm, causing Chanyeol to cry out, "Hey! What did I do?" Yoora just huffed again and grumbled, "Nothing. You're just annoying." Chanyeol sighed and rolled his eyes.
   
"Um, sooo," Baekhyun said, drawing out the word. "Are you staying the night?" Yoora blanched and said, "Oh, hell no! Not after what I just found out." Then she mumbled, "No wonder you took so damn long to answer the freaking door." Chanyeol scoffed and rolled his eyes as he said, "We're not going to do anything." Then in a lower volume, Chanyeol grumbled, "Now at least, you ruined the mood." Yoora sighed, "No, but I will expect you to tell mom and dad tomorrow. And I'm going to tell them you're coming over, so you can't flake out on them. Got it?" Yoora said sternly. "Sometimes I really don't like you," Chanyeol grumbled. Yoora smiled sweetly and said, "Who are you kidding, you love me." Chanyeol scoffed and said, "No, I love Baekhyun." Baekhyun giggled cutely at that, and Chanyeol smiled as he pulled him into his arms and kissed his forehead. Baekhyun sighed and Yoora rolled her eyes as she said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. Bye," and shut the door behind her.
   
Chanyeol rolled his eyes for the millionth time and glanced down at Baekhyun as he murmured, "So, do we go back to bed now?" Baekhyun laughed and patted Chanyeol's chest. "Nice try, Chan. But I think I'm going to actually sleep tonight." Chanyeol pouted and Baekhyun peeked his lips, then murmured against his mouth, "But if you still have that erection from earlier, I'm willing to be flexible." Chanyeol laughed and tightly wound his arms around Baekhyun's waist, kissing his neck. Baekhyun giggled as Chanyeol murmured against his skin, "Prepare to become very flexible," before he suddenly picked Baekhyun up, causing him to laugh wildly as Chanyeol carried him back upstairs.