*

He's been watching Baekhyun on the corners of his eyes.

Sighing, he gets his gaze back to the documents on his hands and analyzes the program of events. The words and numbers swim in his mind, and he can't help hearing the same voice yet there are many noises blending in the background.

It's as if his voice is the only one he can hear.

He lifts his eyes again.

"Why are you here? You're not even a member!"

He's starting to get annoyed.

"I am here for Baekhyun. Not for you, nor for all of you so please, shut up for once."

Luhan groans. "Baekhyun, seriously. I hate him! Tell him to leave!"

"But you have to get along! You two are my best friends!"

"No!"

"I'm your only best friend. Why is he even included."

He returns to the forgotten paper, gets his red ballpen and starts to check again. The head teacher told him to double check the schedule just to make sure everything is under control. He can feel his head throb, he has been sleeping later and later at night because of this goddamn event. He's really exhausted, he wants to sleep and relax, to release the tension on his shoulders, to get off--

Heck, he doesn't even remember the last time he had sex, let alone touch himself because of this approaching event. And even so, what would he do about it when he isn't sure if Baekhyun is still all right with it.

He doesn't know if Baekhyun is still okay with that kind of thing. He did get back to the Student Council, but never in those times Chanyeol has ever touched him since then.

Fuck. He wants him. He wants him so bad.

Yet, he can't act on his urge when everybody is around Baekhyun, holding him, touching him, talking to him-- especially that guy who's sticking with him like a leech.

Surely, he knows he can just hold his wrist, drag him to somewhere, press him against the wall just like before so he can get on with it and fuck him just like what he wants, but for some reason he couldn't do that.

He couldn't do that anymore.

He clenches his fists and ducks his head. Why?

He doesn't know but he feels something akin to fear building up inside him. Would he leave if I do that? He doesn't want that to happen, not again, not ever.

But why?

He knows Baekhyun loves him, and he promised he will stay by his side, but still.. Is that enough?

He knows he wants Baekhyun. He never wanted anyone like this before. He wants Baekhyun so much to the point that he doesn't want to share him with them. And he had the right to do that, he's his slut after all.

But now, does he still have the right?

He hurt him, many times both physically and emotionally, and even mentally. He even tried to kill him. And now he's asking himself if he has still the right? Is Baekhyun still his?

What the hell was that? What did he do for Baekhyun anyway aside from hurting him?

Bullshit, what the hell is he even thinking right now... why the hell is he thinking this kind of deep thoughts right now.

It's not like Baekhyun means something.. It's not like Baekhyun is.. He is..

"Sunbae?"

"Huh?"

"I was asking you if it's already done?"

Chanyeol blinks. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just remembered something." He scrambles on the paper awkwardly and the girl laughs. "Well, uh, let's see. Do you have the masterlist of the coordinators?"

"Yes, it's in the clubroom's office. Can you come there with me?"

The girl smiles so the President clears his throat, nodding along as they walk together.

Turning to his left, Baekhyun trails his eyes on the President's disappearing back, and he can't bring himself to look away. There's a dull ache in his heart that grows every days passing by since he returned, that he is sometimes asking himself if getting back is really a good idea when it looks like the President is not that actually happy having him around.

Chanyeol is barely talking to him, and there are also days when they don't talk. At all. What would they talk about anyway? It's not like they're classmates, nor even friends... Nor are they going out. It's like they have just drifted apart now that Baekhyun doesn't know what they are.

It's uncomfortable and awkward, unlike before.

They haven't had sex since that night, and Baekhyun knows he was the one who broke that relationship with the President. And now for some reason, he is wondering if having that kind of set-up with the President is a lot better than having nothing at all.

It makes his heart go fonder.

He wants to feel again his warm touches, to hear his murmuring voice in his ears once more, to see his face so close when he thrusts into him. He wants to hold him so close, but he's too far.

He's so close yet so far.

Is it ridiculous if I ask him if I could be his slut again?

I am being unreasonable. Baekhyun looks down to the ground. I'm really desperate.

I love him so much it hurts.

"Are you okay?"

Baekhyun looks up.

"You're not on yourself lately. Are you sick or something?"

"No. I think I'm just tired," Baekhyun says, picking up the box on the ground to his chest as he sighs. Jongin picks up the other box of decorations and they start to walk.

"But don't worry, I'm okay." He smiles, shrugging. "Sehun is here anyway, he's always coming here to help me with the event preparations. Like my assistant."

Jongin looks at Sehun on the table who is now writing on Baekhyun's clipboard as one of the club Presidents talks with him. He'll relay it to Baekhyun later.

"He sure is working hard."

Baekhyun nods, beaming a little. "Yes, he is."

Sensing that somebody is watching him, Sehun looks up from what he is writing. He is greeted with Baekhyun's gentle eyes staring amusedly at him so he quickly looks away, suddenly embarrassed. Then he sees Jongin looking at him judgementally, so he feels pissed off again for the umpteenth time. He walks out and bumps into a slacking Luhan who just shoves him off and curses at him motherfucker get lost. Sehun must get used to this environment soon.

"I think Sehun likes you," Jongin says without bothering to take his eyes off Sehun who is now sitting on the couch like he belongs there.

"No way, he likes Luhan-hyung."

"Really." Jongin chuckles. "Why don't I feel worried about it?"

Baekhyun blinks. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Jongin answers, pulling Baekhyun with him as they carry the boxes. "Let's take these to the clubroom before we forgot."

"Okay," Baekhyun replies, peering over his shoulder at Sehun and telling him he'll get back after a minute. Sehun nods and ignores Luhan's nagging to get off the couch because that's his territory.

"Where's Kyungsoo, by the way?"

It's already afternoon. The school is quiet save for the chirping of the birds and the sounds their shoes are making. The students had already went home, leaving the teachers, staffs, school's officers, and other persons concerned to work on the preparation and beautification of the school for the Foundation Day the day after tomorrow.

"He's at home. He caught a cold so I told him to rest and get better."

"I hope he's okay now."

"I hope so, too."

Jongin opens the door with one hand, letting Baekhyun enter first. Baekhyun drops the slightly heavy box on the floor, heaving a sigh of relief. Sitting on the couch, Jongin plops beside him after he arranged the boxes properly.

They are alone, and it's comfortable just like that.

Just like what he and the President were like before.

"Did something happen between you and Chanyeol-sunbae?"

Baekhyun turns to his side, looking at Jongin's face.

"You've been like, avoiding each other."

"Uh, that's," Baekhyun trails off, looking down at his lap. "We-we are okay..."

"What happened, actually? I know you quitted the Student Council because of him, and now you came back again because of him," Jongin says. "Are you two not... going out yet?"

Baekhyun reddens, heart beating fast inside his chest. "N-no.. that's.. that's impossible. The President doesn't feel that way with me." And I thought he was.. because the way he was looking at me that night was... was completely different... so I thought.. I thought.. "And it's okay, I'm not asking for anything back. I'm happy being with him like this."

Jongin sighs. "You're a terrible liar."

Baekhyun shoots his head up, slightly alarmed.

"If you're happy, then why are you crying?"

Baekhyun doesn't notice he is crying.

"I-I'm sorry!" He touches his face, and it's wet, so he hastily searches for a handkerchief in his pockets but finds none. And before he could know it, Jongin is already thrusting him a tissue on his face.

"Th-thanks.." Baekhyun murmurs, wiping his tears.

"Chanyeol-sunbae is being too much," Jongin says, crossing his legs over the other. "I don't know if he's just an idiot about not recognizing your feelings for him or he's just a total asshole."

Baekhyun sniffs, smiling a little.

"I mean, who the hell he thinks he is to hurt you. He's not even your boyfriend, and if he were, all the more he shouldn't do that to you."

"Maybe it's just that.. he doesn't really like me."

"What the hell, everybody likes you!"

Baekhyun lifts his puffy eyes. "You like me, too?"

"Yes!"

Baekhyun blinks at him, twice.

Jongin is suddenly taken aback. "N-no, wait, I-I didn't mean it that way! Not in that kind of way, I swear to god, stop making a face like that!"

"What face? I'm not making a face or anything."

Jongin sighs, pointing at Baekhyun's face-- to his puppy soft eyes and jutting lower lip. "That! Kyungsoo and Luhan won't stop talking about you and they told me about that before! When you make that kind of face, it's like people suddenly want to kiss you."

Baekhyun stifles his laugh behind his palm. "So, are you feeling it now?"

Jongin nods. "Kind... of."

"Really, Jongin? I thought you are my friend here." Pouting, Baekhyun stands up, dusting off his pants. "Come on, let's get back. I'm sure they need more help in there."

Jongin holds his wrist to stop him. "Wait, Baekhyun."

"Why?"

Looking away, Jongin mutters a little bit shyly. "Come to think of it. I'm the only one who haven't... touched you yet." He swallows the lump in his throat. "And to be honest, I'm really curious about what your lips taste like and feel like every time I look at your mouth when you talk." He clears his throat. "And Kyungsoo won't stop telling me that I should kiss better like you do, and Luhan's bugging me and daring me to touch you so I could learn something from you.." He sighs. "It's really a pain in the ass having two lovers, you know."

Baekhyun stares, dumbfounded. "I-I'm not... that good."

"I know Chanyeol-sunbae trained you so well," Jongin says, making Baekhyun fluster more. His whole face is now beet red. "I can tell you're very good in bed."

"Y-you're making me feel embarrassed!" Baekhyun covers his face. "O-of course I-I have to be good in bed, b-because that was what Chanyeol-sunbae wanted me to be." He is suddenly reminded of the tense he used. Wanted? Does he still want me to be that right now? He doesn't know.

"Don't worry, I won't fuck you," Jongin grins ear-to-ear. "I just want to prove Kyungsoo I'm better at kissing than you!"

Baekhyun snorts. "Fine, but if you realize I'm better, then you have to buy me sandwich for a week."

Jongin nods, wiggling his eyebrows. "Deal."

He holds Baekhyun's shoulders and pushes him against the wall. He places his hand behind Baekhyun's neck, squeezing it slightly.

"Jongin, this is strictly non-platonic, okay?" Baekhyun reminds him. "I don't feel something about you anymore."

"Wait, what?"

"I used to have a crush on you," Baekhyun confesses, eyes averting. "But that was in the past."

"I can make it go back."

"Try me."

Then Jongin kisses him abruptly, pressing the smaller boy against the wall as he corners him with his arms. Baekhyun cranes his head up, meeting Jongin's plump lips against his own parted ones. Bringing a hand behind Jongin's head, Baekhyun kisses him harder, deeper, as he creates a sound between a whimper and a moan when Jongin sucks on his slick tongue. The way Jongin kisses is very different from the President, his lips are thick, and strong, and he wants more, faster, deeper. He likes touching, roaming his hands around Baekhyun's body as he slides his tongue on the roof of the shorter's mouth, unlike the President. When Chanyeol kisses him, he would just stay his hand on Baekhyun's chin, or on Baekhyun's waist, holding him still as he licks the seam of Baekhyun's lips.

Why is he even thinking of the President when he is kissing another guy?

It's not like they are in a relationship or anything... It's not like he's cheating on him behind his back..

Baekhyun mentally shakes his head, and kisses Jongin rough in time when Jongin suddenly slows down.

Jongin is kissing him now slowly, hands resting on either side of Baekhyun's face as he tenderly moves his warm lips against Baekhyun's.

Just like how Chanyeol kissed him when it rained. Just like how Chanyeol kissed him that night.

How could he forget that? It's really unfair.

This is Jongin he is kissing, not Chanyeol. This is Jongin... He is Jongin.

And yet all Baekhyun sees is Chanyeol in his mind. Chanyeol who is holding him, Chanyeol who is touching him, Chanyeol who is kissing him. Chanyeol, Chanyeol, Chanyeol...

"Chanyeol.."

Parting away, Jongin catches for his breath, leaning his forehead against Baekhyun's shoulder. "I'm.. sorry.."

"I-it's fine." He pushes Jongin slightly to make room for him to move. "I have to go."

"Baekhyun--"

"I'm not mad at you, I just. I have to go, Jongin. See you tomorrow."

Feeling a little guilty, Jongin sighs. "Okay. See you." He watches Baekhyun disappear outside the room and admits to himself that Baekhyun is indeed a good kisser.

He looks down to his pants.

"Fuck, I'm hard."

*

Looking at the two cans of cold coffee in his hands, Chanyeol roughly crushes the one he is holding on the right and throws it angrily on the trash can even if it's still unconsumed. He opens the other can and gulps the coffee in one go.

He's fucking annoyed.

Why the fuck does he care anyway. It's not like he can tell Baekhyun whose person to be with, especially whose person to make out with. Chanyeol couldn't care less, he's just a fucking slut, a bitch, a sex doll, that Chanyeol trained him to be. So he should just do that to Jongin, it's fine. It's not a fucking problem he needs to put his nose into. Chanyeol shoves his hands inside his pockets. He wasted a thousand won and effort to buy him a drink.

Bullshit. He shouldn't have bothered.

Chanyeol walks out of the room and plans on taking fresh air instead and thinking about non-Baekhyun-related thoughts.

On the hallways, Baekhyun is running as fast as he can. He is finding the President, he won't be turning back anymore, he wants to talk to Chanyeol, get things straight, ask him what he really is to him, ask him what they are, tell him he wants them to get back just like what they were before. He wants to kiss him, hug him, touch him, and make love to him.

He misses Chanyeol very much. He misses all of him.

Baekhyun stops walking, panting as he leans his hands on top of his bent knees. He looks up in front of him.

Then he sees him.

The President is sitting alone on a bench, and Baekhyun steps forward shakily, his heartbeat ringing inside his ears.

He calls his name.

"Chanyeol!"

*

To be continued.

(A/N: This is for my eonnie who likes KaiBaek. And yes, three more chapters to go and this will finally come to an end. Thank you for reading and waiting for the updates! I usually update this story every 5 days.)