*

"I didn't bring an umbrella."

It's still raining cats and dogs, the skies are dark as they silently look up above, as if waiting for the rain to stop in favor of them to get back home. Chanyeol's voice blends in with the rain, but Baekhyun can still hear how thick and deep it is.

"I wish it would stop already."

Slowly, Baekhyun turns to his side, watching how the President holds his palm out like a child to catch some of the cold raindrops with his fingers. His lips quirk, breaking into a sad smile that has Baekhyun's heart squeezing inside his chest.

Silence.

Baekhyun looks down at the ground, and he can see green leaves swimming in the puddle of water. He wants to crouch down and play with it like when he was young, making paper boats and watching how far they can go. He doesn't notice he is smiling from the memory, that is only when the President clears his throat audibly by his side.

Baekhyun looks up to his face, just to see Chanyeol peeling off the coat of his uniform so that he's now wearing his white undershirt.

"What--"

"Use this, I'm going to run."

And before Baekhyun could utter a coherent word, Chanyeol is already running under the heavy rain, his whole body getting soaked as he jogs straight to the school's parking lot.

"SUNBAE!"

Chanyeol doesn't look back.

"Why did he--" Baekhyun stares at the navy blue coat resting on his arms, the President's name Park Chanyeol embroidered in golden thread on the left side of the chest. Smiling, he smooths it with his thumb before he brings it to his back and head, shading himself from the strong rain as he runs fast.

Baekhyun stops just as soon as he reaches Chanyeol's car. The President opens it for him, so timidly, he gets on, not looking at the President's face. He shifts on his seat uncomfortably when Chanyeol starts to drive, he is looking anywhere but his balled fists on top of his lap.

Silence.

The car is warm, it has always been, and it's not helping to slow down the fast thumping of Baekhyun's heart, as if any minute the beating muscle would claw out of chest so he could die from shame and awkwardness.

"Baekhyun."

"YES!?"

Baekhyun's answer comes out real fast and loud, that he himself is startled by his voice. Looking up to the President, he sees him all drenched-- his hair is dripping wet onto his forehead and cheeks, as well as his clothes. His lips are pale from the cold, and Baekhyun feels a pang of guilt inside him.

"Is it okay if we drop by first to my house before I take you home?"

Baekhyun doesn't know why the President needs to ask him such question, because never in before that what he thinks mattered. It's like automatic, that everything Chanyeol says is the one to be followed, everything that comes out from his mouth is always Baekhyun's law to oblige. Chanyeol turning to him as he waits for a response has Baekhyun waking up from his trance, eyes widening a bit.

"I asked you--"

"It's fine. I-it's okay," Baekhyun mutters nervously, earning a curt nod from the President.

Several minutes has passed and they reach Chanyeol's house. Baekhyun doesn't need to be told, so he also gets off the car and follows the President inside. Chanyeol peers over his shoulder and doesn't say anything when he sees Baekhyun trailing behind him like a lost puppy. He shakes his head, opening the door, and smiles a little.

Quietly, Baekhyun sits down the couch and anxiously watches on the corners of his eyes how the President unbuttons his wet undershirt, noncommittally throwing it to the laundry basket. Chanyeol ruffles his wet hair with a tired hand and Baekhyun can see droplets of liquid trailing on the President's neck, down to his built torso. He swallows hard, and he swears the gulping sound of his throat is loud enough for the President to hear.

Chanyeol passes by in front of him, having Baekhyun a good look of Chanyeol's chiseled abs, but his sight is shorty blocked with a small towel thrown on top of his head, covering his eyes.

"I'm not going to fuck you," the President says over a cup of warm water as he slings a towel on his shoulders. Baekhyun doesn't move a bit, he lowers his head and stares at the floor. "If that's what you're worried about."

If his heart can speed up more inside his chest, then Baekhyun's has already traveled its way to the moon and back.

"Dry your hair," Chanyeol orders, and Baekhyun finds himself following him instantly, towel clutched in his hands as he dries his hair with his head ducked low facing his lap.

"You can look up now, I'm wearing a shirt."

Baekhyun looks up, and mentally sighs.

"S-sunbae," Baekhyun says after a long minute of stillness. "W-why.." He grips his pants with his fist. "Why.. did you kiss me?"

Sipping the warm water in his cup, Chanyeol pauses, then he is looking away.

"Why did you kiss me that way?"

"Because I," Chanyeol mutters, pressing his lips together as he breathes through his nose. "I wanted to.."

"You wanted to what?"

"I wanted to know if I feel something about you."

Baekhyun looks up to him fully in the eyes, his gaze longing. "Have you.. felt something?"

"I don't know."

Chanyeol turns his head to the left side of the room, looking at the opened window as he makes out the large drizzles of rain outside. He watches how the sky blue curtains sway gracefully with the freezing wind, making a mental note to change his curtains by tomorrow. Sighing, he walks towards the window and holds the handle to shut it close with a thud. Baekhyun just watches him patiently.

"I'll take you home when the rain stops."

Baekhyun nods.

"Do you want something to eat?"

Biting the inside of his cheek, Baekhyun nods again, a little bit shyly as he fiddles with his fingers on top of his lap. He is looking at the President's eyes, as if he wants to say something else, something more that he can't utter with his mouth.

So Chanyeol waits patiently. He tilts his head to the right, drumming his fingers on the countertop while Baekhyun just stares at him like Chanyeol can read what's going on inside his ambiguous mind.

Chanyeol sighs.

"Seriously, what is it?"

Baekhyun smiles, then he mutters softly, "Can you make me a sandwich?"

That is how Baekhyun finds himself kneeling on the dining chair as he watches amusedly Chanyeol's hands, delicately slicing fresh lettuce and tomatoes on a chopping board. Baekhyun doesn't blink a single bit when the President places the cooked meat in between the vegetables as he lathers brown sauce Baekhyun doesn't know what it is.

"It looks.. delicious."

"Pass me the bread knife."

Baekhyun's head shoots up quickly like an attentive dog, and he scurries to the kitchen cabinet, opening one of the small drawers before he gets back to his position. He hands the knife to Chanyeol carefully which the President takes without looking up from the sandwich.

"Close your mouth, you're drooling on the food."

Embarrassed, Baekhyun immediately touches the side of his lips, feeling not a drop of drool on it. Frowning, he lifts his eyes up, only to catch the last of Chanyeol's smile on his curved lips. But before he could see more, the President is back on his expressionless face again.

Baekhyun sees what he did there.

"Is it done yet?"

"Almost."

After he cuts off the crust of the bread, Chanyeol diagonally slices the square sandwich into half, so that it will become two triangle pieces-- one for him, and one for Baekhyun. Baekhyun stretches his hand slowly to get his share only to have his hand swatted away.

"Why?" Baekhyun asks, retracting his hand back.

"Wash you hands first."

And then Chanyeol is getting his half slice of sandwich, before leaving Baekhyun alone in the kitchen as he heads to the living room to eat peacefully. Baekhyun chews on his lower lip, following the President's order. He washes his hands under the faucet before grabbing his home-made sandwich and making his way on the couch beside where Chanyeol is sitting.

To say that the sandwich is yummy is an understatement, because for Baekhyun, it is extremely out of this world kind of delicious when the taste bursts inside his mouth. He doesn't know Chanyeol is this good at cooking, and he realizes his arguments are pointless, because oh, Chanyeol is good at everything. If only it's possible, he has already kept the sandwich with him and preserved it forever, because this is the first sandwich Chanyeol has made him in his entire life.

"Are you going to stare at that forever?"

Startled, Baekhyun quickly shakes his head and takes a small hesitant bite, nibbling the sandwich slowly like a hedgehog. Chanyeol has to look away not to laugh because of Baekhyun's appearance looking like an idiot when he does that, and he knows he shouldn't be thinking about stuff like this.

"This is," Baekhyun mumbles, mouth packed with food like there's no tomorrow, "really really delicious, Chanyeol-sunbae."

"I won't make you another one even if you say that."

Baekhyun keeps silent after that.

*

The door of the Student Council room suddenly opens with a loud thud, revealing a panting Sehun who looks like he has ran a marathon.

"Where's Baekhyun!?"

Startled, Luhan abruptly closes his laptop in record time and turns his head angrily to the intruder. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" He pulls his pants up and glares hard at Sehun, the lewd moaning of a girl and slapping of skin against skin can be heard from an unplugged earbud from Luhan's ears. "Do you even know how to fucking knock!?"

"Where's Baekhyun?" Sehun asks, this time in a calmer tone as he furrows his eyebrows, scrutinizing the sunbae's flustered face. He trails his eyes down, having a glimpse of Luhan's boner so he quickly looks away, annoyed and slightly embarrassed

"I was about to come, ugh!" Luhan mutters irritatingly, feeling his orgasm dying down. He sighs helplessly and completely zips his pants up, turning to Sehun. "What do you want?"

"Baekhyun, tell me where he is."

Luhan lifts an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he walks closer at Sehun. "And why the fuck are you finding him here? The last time I checked he was with you."

"He's not with me," Sehun says, fumbling with his phone inside his pockets. "He's not answering my calls."

"He's not here. Go home." Luhan steps backward, looking at the boy with disinterest. "And don't come back here anymore."

"How can I make sure you're not hiding him?"

"And why do you think I'm hiding him?" Luhan asks, his voice raising an octave that has Sehun gripping his fist a little bit tighter. "I'm not that selfish," He sneers, "And desperate like you."

"You don't know me," Sehun retorts back, and he can feel anger rising up to him, that he wants to land a punch on this sunbae's face to make his mouth shut up. Luhan clicks his tongue and smirks a little, shaking his head slowly.

"I know you," Luhan says, piercing eyes boring holes into Sehun's face. "You took him away from us, and now you're going back in this place asking for him? What the fuck is that bullshit?"

Sehun is just restraining himself.

"I'm just taking what is mine," Sehun mutters hoarsely, glaring at the ground like it would swallow him alive, "And Baekhyun-- he is mine, not yours."

Luhan is fazed, blinking for a while as if he's not sure what he just heard.

Sehun looks up at the sunbae with angered eyes, fist balling by his sides. "So you don't have the right to say that I took him away from you. Because in the first place, he is not yours."

Throwing Sehun a pointed glare, Luhan scrunches his forehead. "I fucking hate you, you're getting on my nerves." He points at the door without taking his eyes off Sehun. "Leave."

"I fucking used to like you," Sehun says, peering over his shoulder to get a view of Luhan's face. "But now I don't know anymore."

Closing the door with a click, Sehun leaves the Student Council room and plans on never coming back ever again.

*

The rain outside has no plans on stopping yet, which has Baekhyun contemplating whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. Good, he says, because he could spend more time with the President because he doesn't know what would happen to them after this-- if they would continue being strangers or worse than that.

The bad thing is, Baekhyun could love Chanyeol more than yesterday.

He shakes his head and brushes off the thoughts in his mind. Instead, he wanders his curious eyes around the place. The last time he went here was when he was sick, and he hadn't taken his time to appreciate how classy Chanyeol's house is. Aside from all the things Baekhyun's eyes can reach do really look expensive, the President's place is too big for one person to live in.

It's spacious and empty, save for the furniture and appliances, but mostly it's empty. And bland.

It feels so lonely.

And Baekhyun wonders if Chanyeol is lonely, too.

"Where are your parents, Chanyeol-sunbae?"

"Abroad."

"Do you miss them?"

Chanyeol throws him a blank stare, his eyes void of emotion that has Baekhyun tensing a bit. Baekhyun thinks he might have said something to cross the line based on how Chanyeol is looking at him as if saying why the fuck do you care. But before Baekhyun could mutter an apology, Chanyeol has already nodded, averting his sullen eyes on the other direction.

Baekhyun feels his heart suddenly clench.

"It's getting late. Just sleep here," Chanyeol says, going inside the bedroom to get a blanket and a pillow before setting them up on the couch. Baekhyun wants to argue that he doesn't want to sleep in this house, but hearing the thunders rumble makes him close his mouth shut.

He knows he has no other choice.

Baekhyun is about to go to the couch to sleep but then he pauses, seeing the President already lying down on it as he covers his whole body with the thick sheets. Chanyeol reaches for the small lamp on the coffee table and flicks it off.

Baekhyun just stands there, dumbstruck.

"Ch-chanyeol--"

"Use the bed."

Baekhyun wants to melt into a puddle of goo, he wants to go there, pull Chanyeol's arms and drag him to his bedroom so that Baekhyun can sleep on the couch-- he should be the one sleeping on the couch, because this is not his house. This is Chanyeol's house, and that is Chanyeol's bedroom--

"I said. Use. The fucking bed."

Frightened, Baekhyun nods quickly and runs as fast as he could into the bedroom. Pulling the bedsheets over his body, he lies on the king-sized bed and tucks himself underneath, moaning in pleasure when the warmth travels into his skin. He can smell Chanyeol's scent all over the sheets and it's very comforting.

"Good night, Chanyeol-sunbae.."

Silence.

"G'night."

*

To be continued.