Epilogue
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Author's Note:

The epilogue is VERY VERY LONG. It is equivalent to 4 chapters whole, to make sure that my dear readers won't get frustrated and dissatisfied. This is it! Please read without distractions and prepare tissues(?). Thank you, and I always love you.

Enjoy reading.

*****

"I-I love you so much, Chanyeol-sunbae.."

Chanyeol just stares with his gray neutral eyes, the emptiness coiling inside of him grows larger, deeper and bolder but he couldn't care less. His heart is steady. His breathing as well. He's aware of everything around him, dark and dull, except from the boy standing before him who's always brighter than the sun. He wants to see him ruined.

"I love you."

He hears those three wonderful words coming out from his mouth clearly, but to him they're just phrases. Phrases he doesn't comprehend. Phrases he doesn't value. He can't feel anything. He's numb. He's indifferent.

He's inhuman.

"I don't love you," Chanyeol says, and it doesn't sting like how he expected it to be. In fact he feels light-headed and carefree, uttering the statement marked with nonchalance, "I don't love, and I can't love."

He sees him cry in front of him, tears of rejection streaming down his rosy cheeks, and it has Chanyeol's lips curving upwards into a devilish smirk. He feels better now, amazing even, watching Baekhyun, wrecked and broken like shattered glass in front of him. He sees art. Beautiful.

Baekhyun paces backwards with accurate steps, and Chanyeol watches intently, not bothering to take his victorious grin off his face.

"Goodbye, Chanyeol."

Baekhyun smiles.

Chanyeol's short-lived happiness comes to an end when he witnesses, right in front of his very eyes, Baekhyun gradually vanishing within thin air. His physical appearance is fading away into dust particles-- his feet, his legs, his arms are morphing slowly like ashes, disappearing one by one. Stepping forward, Chanyeol's mouth loses its smile as his eyes widen in utmost fear, seeing Baekhyun's body turning into white smoke, losing his corporeal structure aside from his head.

"N-no--"

Baekhyun is smiling and crying, but his body is getting invisible--

"NO!!!"

He is smiling yet he has no body at all--

"BAEKHYUN!"

Chanyeol opens his eyes.

Silence.

He shoots up on his bed, gripping his sheets tightly as he feels his heart race impossibly fast. There are beads of sweat forming around his temples, and he quickly wipes them off with his hand. A shaky gasp escapes from his mouth as he breathes in hard as if he were chasing for dear life.

Baekhyun's not gone.

He buries his face into his palms, and clenches his eyes shut. His head is throbbing.

It felt so real.

"A nightmare," he murmurs under his voice, feeling his heartbeat returning back into its normal pace. Uncovering his face, he wanders his disoriented eyes around his dark room.

He is alone again.

He can't go back to sleep.

Immediately, he grabs his phone sitting on the nightstand and is about to call the subject of his dream when he suddenly hesitates. His thumb pauses above Baekhyun's name, having the urge to call him dying down. Looking at the clock displaying 12:42 AM, he glances at the calendar beside it and sees the last day of the month circled with a red marker. He could still see him tomorrow.

But he just wants to make sure.

[He...llo..]

He lets out a sigh of relief.

[Who.. is... this...]

"You're coming tomorrow, aren't you?"

There's a white noise that can be heard within the background before the person on the other line speaks in a groggy voice:

[Chanyeol-sunbae?]

"I'll see you tomorrow--"

[Wait!]

Stopping, Chanyeol holds the phone back against his ear.

[You called me just to say that? In the middle of the night? Seriously?]

"Go back to sleep--"

[Wait!]

Chanyeol sighs. "What?"

[I'm coming. It's your graduation after all.]

"Good. Because I--" Chanyeol sets his eyes on the empty space beside him as he replays the incidents on his dream. "I have something important to tell you."

[What is it?]

"Tomorrow."

[Okay.]

Chanyeol is not anticipating for something, but he can't bring himself to hang up as he listens to Baekhyun's even breathing over the phone. He lies on his bed again, listening to the light rustles of Baekhyun's sheets on the other line. It somewhat makes his heart drift at ease, it makes him oddly comfortable.

He stares at the white ceiling above him, and he swears he can imagine Baekhyun's sleepy face right now as he lies on his bed with his phone pressed against his cheeks glistening with drool. Chanyeol smiles.

[Good night, Chanyeol-sunbae.]

He can finally sleep now.

"Good morning."

Baekhyun's not gone.

*

"Hey, congratulations!"

Everyone is rejoicing because it's the seniors' Graduation Day, finally. With diplomas and bouquets of flowers in hand, students take pictures with families and friends, bright smiles etched on their young faces as they congratulate each other.

Minseok and Luhan are busy bear-hugging and congratulating one another, while the President is just standing crossed-arms beside them, intently looking at the open door of the commencement hall. He glances at his watch anxiously, ignoring Jongin's crying about Luhan leaving him alone with Kyungsoo.

Kyungsoo snorts instead and walks over to Minseok to congratulate his sunbae. He was done congratulating Chanyeol and Luhan anyway.

"I'm going to miss you, Jongin," Chanyeol hears Luhan say to his boyfriend, and he inwardly gags because of the sappiness. Turning to look at his members, he boredly watches Luhan kissing his boyfriend's cheek before embracing him lovingly.

"Why do you have to graduate? Can't you stay with the Student Council forever? Can't you stay with me forever?" Jongin asks Luhan with a little pout on his mouth as he backhugs his other boyfriend who is now struggling to breathe. Kyungsoo finds a more comfortable position, before hugging Jongin back sidewards. Better.

"Luhan has to graduate. The same goes for Chanyeol and Minseok-sunbae," Kyungsoo tells Jongin, rubbing soothing circles along his back. "They should go to college to continue with their lives, Jongin."

"Kyungsoo, please take care of our Jongin when I go to college," Luhan asks, glassy eyes about to tear up any minute from now. "Please, promise me."

"I'm crying," Jongin mutters, burying his face against Kyungsoo's dark hair as he clutches onto his boyfriend's shirt. "I-I cant. Luhan's going away.. Luhan's leaving us."

"Take care of yourself too," is Kyungsoo's most romantic answer as he tiny smiles at Luhan. "I'm going to miss you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I love you, three."

The three hug each other tightly while Chanyeol just looks away, feeling a subtle pang in his heart because of the sight. He may not say it out loud, but he's also sad about leaving the Student Council, his brothers, his family. The mere thought that everything will change when he enters another level of his life without them by his side makes his heart uneasy. But this should happen, it's part of growing up after all.

"You three are all living with each other under one roof in case you forgot," Jongdae reminds them, arranging the flowers in Minseok's bouquet as he throws them a judgemental stare. "So cut this fucking drama, could you?"

"Oh, right. We're living together," Jongin says as he scratches the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "So that only means we could still make love to each other."

"Right," Jongdae replies flatly. Minseok snickers by his side. "Make love."

"What about it?"

"What is the difference between fucking and lovemaking when you're going to put your dick inside his ass anyway," Jongdae adds, earning a suggestive eyebrow wiggle from his boyfriend just to tease. Minseok already knows it though, but they just want to get the reaction of someone right now.

"Fucking is vulgar," Luhan says, pointing an index finger as if he were teaching a moral lesson to innocent little children. "You don't say fucking if you love each other when you do it, unless you're very horny at the moment and you want to have sex." He shrugs. "Then you could say fuck instead of make love."

Chanyeol just stares.

"Since when did you start to care about euphemism?" Minseok retorts back, raising his left eyebrow at his best friend. "Sex is sex. Fuck is fuck."

The President wants to nod but he just keeps quiet to himself.

"Sex is just pure lust and carnal desire," Jongdae adds, smirking. Chanyeol agrees with that.

"No. Sex has lots of love," Kyungsoo bickers.

"Sex has no love, just libido and pleasure," Minseok argues, crossing his arms over his chest. Jongdae proudly looks at him, chuckling.

"When you have sex, that means you completely love each other because you're giving him all that you have," Jongin says with a kind smile, and Chanyeol is not having any of these. Are they purposely letting them hear this or what.

"No. When you have sex, that doesn't mean you love each other. A man has sexual urges to attend, nothing more, nothing less," Jongdae adds again as he peeks at the corners of his eyes to see Chanyeol's restrained facial expression.

"Sex is not love. Period."

"He's right," Chanyeol quickly agrees out of the blue, voice raising an octave higher.

All eyes are on him.

"I mean, I think he has a point," the President clears his throat, averting his eyes on the other direction. He side-glances at them shortly, realizing they are still looking at him knowingly.

"Fuck it! Stop looking at me like that!" Chanyeol yells in exasperation.

"Got you," Luhan says with an evil smirk Chanyeol wants to land a hard punch on his annoying face.

"Oh. Someone's being fucking in denial about his true feelings," Jongin coos, grinning ear-to-ear.

"I think that someone really needs to fucking confess, goddamnit. It's taking an eternity long, for fuck's sake," Jongdae mutters loudly.

"He must be fucking insensitive as a fucking rock, I swear to god," Minseok speaks, who is now busy tending his flowers.

"He needs to fucking make a goddamn move. Fuck! It's 20-fucking-16. Jesus," Kyungsoo says, rolling his eyes as he slaps his forehead.

"Right. That someone should fucking get this over with before Baek-- I mean, that someone's fucking best friend finish the job for him," Luhan supplies helpfully as he looks at his nails with a wide smirk across his face.

Chanyeol is fucking done with this shit.

"Bullshit," Chanyeol mutters straight-faced, turning his back away with his fist clenched by his sides. "Fuck all of you. I'm outta here."

"Where are you going?" Jongdae asks smugly, lifting an amused eyebrow.

"Car," Chanyeol says.

"Why!?"

"To get to Baekhyun, what else."

All of them grin. Chanyeol clears his throat.

"I still fucking hate all of you."

If the members had laughed their asses off, that is only when Chanyeol is out of their sight. The President already knows what those devils are thinking inside their perverted minds, and when he's done with this, he swears he's all going to kill them in their peaceful sleep, if there would still be, that is.

"Oh, that went well," Luhan says, beaming brightly as he shrugs his shoulders. "Now, can we slice the cake?"

*

Chanyeol is calling him, but he won't pick up.

"Pick up the fucking phone," he sharply mutters, gripping the stirring wheel hard as he holds the earpiece into his ear. The ringing sound buzzing in his eardrum is really annoying, and it's the seventh time already. Chanyeol can't believe he's still waiting for this.

"Are you fucking purposely ignoring me--"

Baekhyun picks up on the eighth ring.

[Hel--]

"Where were you!?"

"Why didn't you come!?"

"You told me you're coming, I fucking waited for hours!"

"God. I'm going to kill you.."

"Why aren't you speaking!?"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"

The car behind him blows his horn loud enough for Chanyeol to realize he is now in the middle of the street, waiting for the traffic lights to turn green--which was already green 20 seconds ago. He composes himself first, taking a deep breath, before swerving the car to the right.

[S-sorry, Chanyeol-sunbae. I-I'm just-- achoo!]

Chanyeol listens.

[--sick right now.]

"You're sick?"

[B-but don't worry! I'll definitely come at the par--achoo!--ty tomorrow. I'm sorry I didn't--achoo!--tell you sooner...]

"I'll come over."

[NO!]

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows. "Why not?"

[Y-you'll catch my cold! A-and I don't really look well right now..]

"Fine. Suit yourself."

He's about to hang up when he hears Baekhyun's pleading voice yet again, telling him to please come over. Smiling to himself, he mutters a quick I'll be right there before unplugging his earpiece. He swerves the car and heads to the opposite direction, contemplating whether to pass by the pharmacy to buy medicine or not. He goes anyway, telling himself he just doesn't want Baekhyun to spread his contagious disease and infect him inevitably.

"You look terrible," is the President's greeting when he first gets a glimpse of a sneezing Baekhyun clad in a pink hoodie that is too much big for him. His brown hair is disheveled and messy, and it has Chanyeol reminding him of a stray puppy down the streets. Baekhyun sneezes suddenly, and Chanyeol doesn't miss that cute squeaky sound he created when he did that.

"Have you taken a medicine yet?"

Baekhyun nods his head slowly. "Yes."

"I bet you didn't sleep well last night when I called you," Chanyeol smugly says, leaning his chin on top of his hand, elbow perched on the windowsill of his car as he looks at Baekhyun standing by the gates. "And you forgot to turn off the aircon until you fell asleep."

With an angry blush across his cheeks, Baekhyun ducks his head low, staring at the ground as he nods again. "How... did you know.."

"I was thinking about you."

Baekhyun lifts his head up.

"What?"

"I said hop in," Chanyeol gestures inside the car and pats the vacant seat right next to him. He tilts his head, and Baekhyun just stares at him in confusion.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"W-why should I?"

Chanyeol sighs, and if Baekhyun weren't just sick right now, he might have yelled at him. "Because I told you so. Get in the car. It's cold there."

Baekhyun doesn't move.

"I said get in the fucking car."

"What are we going to do in your car?" Baekhyun asks, a little bit skeptical as he fiddles with the hem of his hoodie shyly. He looks up to the President. "Are you going to fuck me in your car--"

"No."

"Oh," Baekhyun mutters, eyes enlarging like he has learned a new discovery.

Come to think of it, they haven't fucked yet since the Foundation Day, and they also didn't fuck after they skinny-drip on the swimming pool at the party. Which is kind of weird. It has been, Baekhyun ponders, an agonizing month. He's quite surprised he didn't even notice he is celibate for thirty days straight as well as the President.

He feels somewhat disappointed. Is the President not getting turned on by him anymore? Isn't he a good slut anymore? There's a part of Baekhyun's heart that is hurting, thinking that Chanyeol might not need him anymore. He will soon throw him away, especially now, that he's going to college...

"Baekhyun, I just want to talk. Come here."

Baekhyun quietly gets in the car, sitting on the provided seat, his face hidden behind his untrimmed fringe. He squeezes his fists on top if his lap.

"Congratulations," Baekhyun whispers softly. "I'm sorry if I didn't make it to your Graduation ceremony. I-I could make it up to you, if you want.."

"It's all right," Chanyeol replies. "Did you get me any?"

"Oh! Wait."

Baekhyun awkwardly scrambles inside the pockets of his hoodie, fishing a card before handing it to the President's hand with shaky fingers. Chanyeol scrutinizes the card, and it looks like a normal card, nothing strange, so he takes it anyway.

"I'm sorry... if it wasn't," Baekhyun coughs, "that special."

There's a drawing on the card, and Chanyeol could barely recognize if the stickman drawing there is him or not. The stickman is wearing a toga, and beside it, is a simple message written in a scrawly handwriting:

Happy Graduation to my Most Favorite Sunbae in the world! I wish all the best for you. You will always be in my heart.

- From Baekhyun. ❤

There's a heart, and Chanyeol wants to gag. But he can't. Because he's smiling. Like an idiot. Right now.

"You actually bothered to make me one," Chanyeol says, putting the card inside the pocket of his coat, close to his chest, close to his heart. "Thank you."

Baekhyun's ears perk up at the last word, because it's only once in a blue moon when the President would say magical words like that. A smile tugs up on the corner of Baekhyun's lips, feeling his tummy flip upside down. "Y-you're welcome."

"Here," Chanyeol thrusts a box of paracetamol in Baekhyun's hands, trying his best to sound disinterested as possible. "Take that every six hours."

A shocked expression paints Baekhyun's face, but then he recovers abruptly. Since when did the President start to care about the health of someone aside from his own? Nodding silently, Baekhyun takes the box carefully and puts it inside his front pocket.

"Thank you."

Silence fills the confines of the car save for their breathing. The President is quiet by his side, and Baekhyun thinks that maybe he should get out now and go back to his apartment so Chanyeol could finally go home. But he wants to ask a question, he wants to ask that question.

"I-I have.. something to ask you, Chanyeol-sunbae.."

"What is it?"

"Why aren't you fucking me lately?" Baekhyun asks in a small voice, and it has Chanyeol turning to face him with full attention.

"We haven't had sex since that night. Why aren't you fucking me anymore?"

"I was busy."

Baekhyun's eyes widen, partly due to disappointment. "Then please fuck me right now--"

"No."

He looks up to him, eyes glassy demanding for an answer. "Why not?"

"I'm not in the mood," Chanyeol says curtly, massaging the bridge of his nose as he clutches the stirring wheel with his hand. He's not having any of Baekhyun's whiny attitude right now, when he has something more important to say.

"I'm getting you into the mood."

Abruptly, Baekhyun climbs up on the President's lap, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's neck. His back is hitting the stirring wheel and it's too crampy. There's actually not enough space to move but he pays it no mind because of the warmth Chanyeol's body gives off. Chanyeol sighs, holding Baekhyun's waist with his both hands as he leans his forehead against Baekhyun's chest as if he were very tired. He's exhausted.

"You're exceptionally horny when you're running a fever," Chanyeol mumbles against Baekhyun's shoulder. "Like a bitch in heat."

"I'm your bitch in heat."

"Just so you know, let's not fuck. Not in here. You'll get bruises."

"Okay." Baekhyun's tilts Chanyeol's chin so he can see his face.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'll catch your cold so, no."

"Please?"

"No."

Contrary to his words, the President closes his eyes, and anticipates for Baekhyun's lips against his own.

Smiling, Baekhyun leans his face in slowly, pressing his lips gently against Chanyeol's lips once, twice, before parting away quickly. He does that again, pecking that plump lips, once, twice, thrice, then he's pulling away.

Ever so softly, he kisses the skin beside Chanyeol's mouth and the skin above Chanyeol's lips, he also kisses the tip of the President's nose. He huffs ticklish air against Chanyeol's cheeks, and kisses both sides of his face with a smoochy sound. The President keeps his eyes close, allowing Baekhyun to pepper kittenish kisses all over his face.

It's slow and unhurried, unlike their usual mouth-bruising and rough kisses, and Chanyeol can't bring himself to stop him.

"Are you going to kiss my face forever."

"It was nice, wasn't it?"

"No."

A light chuckle bubbles up outside his mouth, and Baekhyun finds himself staring at Chanyeol's lips for a matter of seconds, appreciating how pink and soft they are this close. He tilts the President's chin upwards, before claiming his mouth for a searing kiss. He kisses him like he's pouring all the love and affections in the world, so passionate and intimate, sweet and deep. He gently tugs Chanyeol's hair, urging him to part his lips so he can roam his tongue to taste the inside of the President's mouth.

It's hot and slick, but it's always perfect, especially when Chanyeol is slowly kissing him back, allowing him to lead and dominate the kiss. The President grips Baekhyun's hips tighter as he sucks on Baekhyun's tongue. He hears Baekhyun moan as he bites on his lower lip, sliding his pink muscle against his pearly whites. There is a hand roaming along the small of Baekhyun's back, and Chanyeol lets it there as he swallows all the gasps Baekhyun makes.

"Push your tongue back in," Chanyeol breathes into Baekhyun's mouth, so Baekhyun retracts his tongue after several seconds, and kisses Chanyeol again with just lips moving against lips. They haven't actually kissed like this before yet with just their lips moving freely on their own accord.

Peeking through his long lashes, Baekhyun pulls away to look at Chanyeol with his wide questioning eyes asking for permission. He tentatively releases the first two buttons of Chanyeol's shirt, his delicate fingers slightly shaking. Chanyeol already knows what Baekhyun is requesting for, so he just nods quietly. He closes his eyes shut and leans comfortably against the backrest of the car seat, letting Baekhyun to attach his lips on the expanse of his neck.

"B-baek--" Chanyeol mutters, head throwing back as Baekhyun sucks a particular spot below his jaw. He feels light teeth sucking and biting on his collarbones, tongue lapping and licking along the skin. "Shit."

Baekhyun runs his tongue along the pretty red bites, smirking at the thought that he has just marked the President as his own. He is loving the moans Chanyeol is sporting when he mouths the edge of his chin, lips traveling up to nip the shell of his ear. Chanyeol knows he totally looks so erotic right now, having Baekhyun cradled on top of his lap, sensually necking him like this.

"God, Baekhyun," Chanyeol gasps, feeling himself getting hard with every grind of Baekhyun's soft ass against his crotch as the boy still kisses every inch of his neck. "I..."

Baekhyun dry-humping him is so sinfully arousing, and it has his cock growing achingly hard inside his pants. The thrusts of Baekhyun's hips are fluid, as well as his lips and tongue doing all the magic to coerce out a wanton moan from his lips. When Baekhyun is being like this to him, Chanyeol feels so attacked he can't even fight back.

He feels very weak.

If this continues all along, he might forget about self-control and have sex with Baekhyun in this car right there and then.

When you have sex, that means you completely love each other because you're giving him all that you have.

Sex has lots of love.

Chanyeol avoids Baekhyun's lips hovering on his mouth, turning his head away instead.

"Stop."

Baekhyun tenses a bit.

"Did I... do something wrong?"

"No. It's just.." Chanyeol sighs under his breath. "I think that would be enough."

Baekhyun pouts like he is about to cry, gesturing at the obvious boners straining inside his and Chanyeol's pants. "But my dick is already hard!"

"Make it soft."

"How am I supposed to do that!?"

"Just let it there."

"Fine." Baekhyun drops his shoulders, thinking that something must be off with the President lately. Why is he abstaining sexual intercourse? Does he have a period or something?

"I'm just tired. Do you mind putting out next time?"

"No. I don't," Baekhyun says. "As long as I'm having your cock inside my ass, I'm good."

"Horny bitch."

Baekhyun looks up through his lashes and brightly smiles, so Chanyeol eases that grin off by covering Baekhyun's mouth with his palm. Scrunching his eyebrows, Baekhyun darts his tongue out to licky-lick the President's palm against his mouth, so Chanyeol hisses at the wetness and withdraws his hand instead, groaning.

"Gross."

"Chanyeol."

"What?"

"I'm going to miss you so much," Baekhyun says as he hugs Chanyeol's head close to his chest. "I won't get to see you now that you're going to college."

The President nods, drumming his fingers along Baekhyun's sides. "Yeah."

"You can't kiss me like that anymore when you're gone."

Chanyeol hums.

"And you can't hold me this close when you're already far away.."

Chanyeol nods.

"Are you going to.." Baekhyun trails off, looking elsewhere but Chanyeol's eyes. "throw me away?"

"Throw you away?"

"You might not need me anymore," Baekhyun says as he feels his heart throb, like it's breaking into smaller pieces. He's not ready to let go of the President yet, he's not prepared to be far away from him for a long time. What if he forgets about him? What if he finds another person out there to replace him?

"I need you. I won't throw you away."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll still call you," Chanyeol assures firmly and Baekhyun still feels insecure. "I'll make sure we'll see each other."

"But," Baekhyun looks at him with scrunched eyebrows. "But I.."

"Don't you trust me?"

"I-I trust you but," he grips his fist anxiously, worrying his lower lip. "I'm not sure if you will be true to your words. I-it's not like we are going out or anything."

"Then let's go out."

"W-what?"

"Let's go out."

There's not even a single trace of emotions on Chanyeol's face when he said that, so Baekhyun doesn't really know whether to believe him or not. His eyes aren't brown, too.

"Why, you don't want to?"

"Why are you telling me this just now?"

"I thought you wouldn't think about it."

Baekhyun wants to scream at his face and rip his hair off in rage and giddiness at the same time. "You can't just ask someone to go out with you just to have something to hold on to them."

"Do you think I'm asking just someone? Who are you by the way? Are you just someone?" Chanyeol scoffs, clicking his tongue as he rolls his eyes. "Baekhyun, I don't go screwing around with different people. I only sleep with you, I hope you noticed that."

"B-but still.. you shouldn't ask someone out just because you sleep with them when in fact you have no feelings for them!"

"Why the fuck are you being so stubborn. I already said it a month ago yet you're still fucking making a fuss about the same shit again."

Baekhyun is not sure what he has just heard.

"Wait, what?"

"Nothing," Chanyeol murmurs, coughing. "Forge--achoo!--it."

Baekhyun grins sheepishly. "Sorry.."

"Fuck," the President curses as he rubs his runny nose. He caught Baekhyun's cold, what the hell. "ACHOO!"

"I'm sorry, Chanyeol--"

"Get out."

"But you told me you're going to say something important to me--"

"Important?" Chanyeol snorts "I don't remember. Now. Get the fuck out."

"But you said--"

"Fine! Tomorrow! Fuck! Get out, get out, get out!" He shoves Baekhyun away from his lap, shooing him like a dog. "Out! Out! Out!"

With a cute frown on his face, Baekhyun climbs down and gets off the car. The President closes the door with a loud thud, making Baekhyun flinch and startle in shock.

"See you tomorrow, Chanyeol-sunbae!"

Baekhyun hears a loud sneezing noise coming out from the disappearing car as an answer. He smiles, yet feeling a little guilty to himself. He lets it aside though, as he loudly screams like a teenage girl.

"Oh my god! Chanyeol-sunbae asked me out!"

*

"Leave me alone!"

He keeps on stepping back, like he's not hearing any of Chanyeol's cries, begging him to please stop and listen to him. Chanyeol outstretches his hand towards the shuddering boy, muttering his name ever so softly, "Baekhyun.."

"Don"t come closer!"

Eyes widening, Chanyeol tries and steps forward again, and he doesn't miss the tears streaming down Baekhyun's face. He wants to wipe them away, kiss his eyelids and hug him tight.

He wants to stay by his side.

"Come here. Come to me. Please.."

"No!"

The wind is blowing really hard, the heavens are dark accompanied with sharp lightnings. Chanyeol can clearly hear the rumbling of the thunders on the black skies above them, just like the thumping of his heart inside his chest. He sees a giant hurricane spinning behind Baekhyun, growing bigger and stronger with every gyrate. The trees, the rocks, everything is being sucked by the hurricane effortlessly, and it's terrifying.

The hurricane is coming, it is approaching them. But Baekhyun, he's still there. Chanyeol needs to... he needs to...

"Baekhyun, please come to me! Stay away from behind you!"

"You don't love me, do you?"

Baekhyun smiles at him.

"Goodbye, Chanyeol."

He steps backwards, and Chanyeol feels his whole body trembling. "No--"

Baekhyun finally reaches the end of the cliff and falls backwards--

"BAEKHYUN!!!"

Chanyeol opens his eyes.

He sees all black.

"Shit," he mutters, his breathing labored as he clutches his chest under his sheets. He is sweating yet he feels cold. His throat is running dry. His head is throbbing again. The images of his nightmare are still burning at the back of his eyelids like they were real.

It's scary. He doesn't want to lose him.

"Baekhyun.."

He glances at the clock. 1:08AM. Another nightmare.

You don't love me, do you?

"No..." Chanyeol says within the thick silence enveloping his room. He clenches his eyes and lets tears fall against his cheeks. "You're wrong.."

Baekhyun is completely wrong.

*

Chanyeol practically jumps into him, hugging him tight just as soon as he sees Baekhyun coming inside the garden where the party is being held. Baekhyun startles, looking around like he's checking if someone is staring at them, and fortunately everyone is busy. Smiling, he hugs Chanyeol back tightly, burying nose into Chanyeol's masculine scent and feeling the President's large hands soothing his back.

"I thought you won't make it again," Chanyeol whispers into the crown of Baekhyun's hair, his voice is slightly shaking. "I've been waiting for you for an hour. You're late."

"I'm sorry, sunbae. I overslept."

"It's fine," Chanyeol says. "Are you all right now? Still have cold?"

"No, I'm better now. Th-thank you for worrying about me..."

"Glad to hear that."

Baekhyun doesn't have any idea why Chanyeol is suddenly being like this to him, but no matter what it might be, he's thankful that at least, the President is giving his attention to him in this kind of way.

True enough, the fact that they are now going out isn't totally sinking into Baekhyun's brain. Are they really going out now? He hasn't even said yes yet, right? What if Chanyeol was just high when he said that, what if he was just leading him on, what if he was just making another selfless decision again? The President might have asked him out, but still he doesn't know if Chanyeol feels the same way with him. He doesn't know if Chanyeol loves him the way he loves the President.

Either way, Baekhyun couldn't ask for more. At least, in this setting, he can say that the President is now his property. Only his.

"Chanyeol-sunbae, you're suffocating me," Baekhyun says, giggling, when the President won't release him like he will run away. "Chanyeol.."

Chanyeol pulls away, looking at the boy sheepishly. "Sorry about that." He trails his eyes to Baekhyun from head to toe, and it's just now that he notices Baekhyun looks so fine in all black. His brush-up hair is tousled, his smokey eyes are rimmed with eyeliner, while his pink lips are glossed with sparkling lip balm. He looks so hot and sexy but there's still a hint of innocence etched on his pretty face.

He's absolutely stunning.

"Like what you're seeing?" Baekhyun says, teasing, as he ruffles his own hair seductively.

"You look," Chanyeol starts.

"Nice?"

"Gorgeous."

That makes Baekhyun shut up, blushing, as he bears Chanyeol's deep eyes scrutinizing him. He feels so small yet so proud when Chanyeol adds, "My Baekhyun is so beautiful."

My.

Baekhyun is internally exploding.

"Baekhyun."

The way Chanyeol calls his name is so dangerously sexy yet calming, and it sends Baekhyun's heart ablaze.

"I have something to tell you."

He looks up to the President warily, noting how Chanyeol's eyes flicker into a perfect shade of chocolate. His chest starts to pound rapidly, anticipating, when the President's lips part to speak:

"Baekhyun, I..."

"What is it?"

Chanyeol takes a deep breath. No one can stop him from saying it now. Finally. This is it.

"I lo--"

"BAEKHYUN!!!"

Baekhyun turns his head towards the voice.

Chanyeol wants to kill a person.

"Baekhyun, come with me to the Student Council room, there's food in there. I want to eat," Jongin says with a frown, tugging Baekhyun's arm with him. He ignores the President's dark aura in front of them, as he still holds Baekhyun's hand.

"Don't touch him," a voice sneers, and Jongin's hand is being yanked away from Baekhyun's arm. "He's mine."

Jongin raises an eyebrow. Chanyeol just stares.

Baekhyun laughs heartily, clinging to his best friend. "Since when did you get here?"

"Just now," Sehun replies emotionless. "Luhan-sunbae invited me. How nice of him."

"I didn't know you two become so close."

"We're not that close....yet," Sehun says, clearing his throat. "Come on, let's go inside. I'm starving."

"Dude. I got Baekhyun first, you know. Back off," Jongin groans, linking arms with Baekhyun so that he's also clinging onto him. "Go find someone else!"

"Why don't you just go back to your boyfriends."

"I want to hang out with Baekhyun."

"Let go of Baekhyun, you douche."

"He's not your property, asshole."

Baekhyun is sandwiched between Sehun and Jongin, and he can't help escaping when he's being kidnapped like a victim trapped between his captors. He throws the President an apologetic look as the two boys take him away, so Chanyeol just gives him an understanding nod.

Baekhyun is now gone with them.

And Chanyeol hadn't even managed to say his confession because of those fucking intruders.

Bullshit.

"Later," Chanyeol murmurs to himself, burying his face into his palms. "Later, I'll definitely say it."

*

Baekhyun is beyond lucky having two handsome guys sticking beside him-- one by his left taking care of his mouth with delicious desserts, one by his right assisting him to drink non-alcoholic beverage. The problem is that, he can't practically breathe when he is being squished by Jongin's arm around his neck, and Sehun's arm around his waist.

"G-guys--" Baekhyun chokes on the chocolate cake inside his mouth, and there's still an apple tart being poked on the side of his lips. "I can't... anymore..."

"He says he can't," Sehun says, brows knitting at Jongin who's holding the fork. "Stop feeding him!" He grabs a lemon cider nearby and brings it close to Baekhyun's mouth. "Here, drink this."

Shaking his head, Baekhyun burps out loud and mutters, "I-I can't... Too full...."

"He says he's full! Didn't you hear him!?" Jongin shouts back, pulling Baekhyun closer to his chest so the latter lets out a strangled noise. "You're suffocating him! Get your hands off of Baekhyun, damn it."

"Me? I see you're the one suffocating him here. Could you please get lost for a second!?" Sehun pulls Baekhyun into him, making Baekhyun groan like a dying whale.

"Just fuck off, dude!"

"I'm not your dude, you bastard!"

"Go to hell, you annoying piece of gayshit!"

Sehun gasps. "Oh? At least I'm not a fucking manwhore!"

Jongin gasps. "What did you just say!?"

"You two, just. Just cut it out, please," Baekhyun says, sighing helplessly. "Don't fight when you can become... great friends."

"NO!"

"What the hell!"

Baekhyun grins widely, hugging an annoyed Sehun and a disgruntled Jongin beside him. "I believe you two could make good friends!"

"Baekhyun, I don't need this filthy thing in my life," Sehun says, rolling his eyes at Jongin. "You're my only true best friend." He coughs. "You're enough."

"But Jongin's really nice! He's kind, he's caring and he's good looking, and oh, he's very warm," Baekhyun chimes, and the other boy just stays quiet, flattered. "You should get to know him first. I'm sure you two have a lot of things in common. Right, Jongin?"

Jongin shrugs. "I guess..." He peeks at Sehun who has his head ducked low, poking his cake with his fork aimlessly. "So. Do you play LDH?"

Sehun's head shoots up, putting down the fork with a clank. "Are you kidding me?"

"No. I mean, Lights of the Dragon Heroes?" Jongin repeats, and Baekhyun smiles brightly like he has just won the lottery.

Sehun scoffs. "Dude. That's basically my life."

A wide grin spreads across Jongin's face. "Wow. Me, too."

"Yeah. So uhm, how many heroes do you have?"

"106!"

"Shit, I have 107!"

They start talking like otaku nerds Baekhyun couldn't understand anymore what alien language they are saying. He awkwardly slips out of the two and about to tiptoe away, but Sehun holds him in place as he animatedly brags his ultimate level experience inside the Dungeon of Beasts. Baekhyun whines, and Jongin's hand excitedly gesturing a flying Unicorn Hero Dragon hits him square on the face.

*

When Jongin is out of the picture to get to his boyfriend, finally, Baekhyun breathes in the lost air in his lungs. Sehun pockets his phone after he saved his new friend's number with a promise to text each other so they can play together on weekends.

"Jongin's cool right?" Baekhyun muses and Sehun just nods, unable to banter anymore.

"Hey. I didn't know your friends are like this," Sehun whispers into Baekhyun's ear like he's sharing a top secret. "I mean, they're on a whole lot kind of weird. Look at that."

Sehun points at Minseok and Jongdae who are heatedly making out on the couch as they suck each other's faces. Jongdae is on top of Minseok's lap as they roughly kiss, grinding their crotches dry against each other. "Gross." He points at Kyungsoo and Jongin on the other side of the room, so Baekhyun follows Sehun's finger with his eyes. "And that. What the hell?"

Baekhyun sees Jongin getting down on Kyungsoo as his boyfriend tugs his hair, fucking his mouth open. Kyungsoo moans obscenely, the side of his mouth full of spaghetti sauce which Baekhyun thinks is caused by their make out session earlier. Baekhyun laughs, and Sehun looks like he would pass out anytime.

"You'll get used to it soon," Baekhyun says, patting Sehun's shoulder lightly. "It's not like they're doing a bad thing, right?"

"But!" Sehun argues. "It's still inappropriate! Why do they have to do it here? When there are people around!?"

Baekhyun hums. "You know why?"

"Why?!"

"Because they're too comfortable with each other they started not to care a long time ago," Baekhyun says, smiling a little to himself. He can hear the booming music outside, and he guesses people must be dancing right now.

"They're too comfortable with each other they couldn't care less even they do things like that. They're too comfortable with each other they don't mind even if you see them naked and fucking, or even arguing that you would get to witness all their worst behaviors inside this room you can never see outside." He looks up to Sehun's face, still beaming happily. "Because they trust and love each other like brothers. Like a family." He piles the empty plates into a single file, laughing to himself when he hears Jongin's satisfied groan as Kyungsoo comes into his mouth.

"And that is the Student Council's secret. Don't you think?"

"Maybe you're right." Sehun clears his throat, grabbing a glass of water and drinking it. "But I still hate you for choosing them over me."

"Hey! I didn't choose someone, I chose you both!" Baekhyun exclaims, semi-hugging Sehun. "That's why you are here with us, right?" He ruffles Sehun's hair. "And they accepted you, didn't they? They're allowing you here like you are one of us! And you could get to watch free live porn!" Baekhyun jokes.

"Not the free porn, thank you," Sehun mutters, looking away shyly. "But the free food and WiFi." He coughs. "And the... uh, free notes during exams."

"See, I told you." Baekhyun bumps Sehun's arm, smirking. "Just be nice to Luhan-hyung and he's doing everything for you."

"I heard my name," Luhan says, raising an eyebrow as he licks his icing-covered fingertips. "You were talking about me?"

"No. We are not," Sehun says, rolling his eyes but the blush on his cheeks proves he's not that annoyed, maybe just a little.

"You're cute when you blush."

"I still hate you the most, Luhan-sunbae." Sehun mutters, and Luhan answers him with a chuckle, walking off outside the room to check the party.

*

"Have you seen Baekhyun yet?"

Chanyeol puts down his glass of martini on the cocktail table and faces Luhan in front of him. The music is too deafening, but Chanyeol seems pretty okay with it. The party is organized by Luhan in tribute to the Student Council.

Chanyeol nods curtly. "Yeah. I think he went inside with Jongin," he spits, "and that Sehun guy."

Luhan chuckles at that. "Sorry about that by the way. I had to invite him. He's adorable, right?"

"No. And I thought you hate him."

Luhan shrugs his shoulders. "He seems nice." He takes a sip of Chanyeol's martini. "What happened to your eyes?"

"Couldn't sleep well last night," Chanyeol murmurs, and his deep voice blends in with the cheering noises of the crowd. Luhan doesn't ask anymore, and Chanyeol is quite thankful for that because he doesn't have any plans on answering him as well. A minute of just drinking peacefully, and he sees Kyungsoo approaching them, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Hi babe."

"Hi baby," Luhan greets back his boyfriend, before crashing their lips together for a heated kiss. They are making out in front of Chanyeol, and the President just watches them amusedly.

Pulling away from Luhan's face, Kyungsoo turns to Chanyeol. "So, I heard you asked him out."

Chanyeol stares. "Who?"

"You fucking asked Baekhyun out," Kyungsoo mocks again, smirking.

"What? You just asked Baekhyun out?" Luhan yells. "What the hell!?"

"What's the problem with that?" Chanyeol raises an annoyed eyebrow at Luhan and Kyungsoo.

"That was it?"

"Did you even confess?"

"Or at least tell him you're in love with him?"

"NO! WHY WOULD I!?" Chanyeol argues as he swigs the whole glass bottoms up. "I am not fucking in love with him."

"Right," Kyungsoo says, squinting his eyes dubiously. "Of course."

"You sure are a pussy," Luhan says in a teasing voice, laughing. "Have you ever tried manning up for once in your life?"

"Have you ever tried shutting up for once in your life?"

"At least I'm not a fucking sissy who can't even fucking simply confess!"

"Fuck you. Stop meddling with my life! Bitch!"

"Asshole!"

"Slut!"

"Fucktard!"

"Whore!"

Luhan glares at him, eyes piercing like they could rip his eyeballs off. Bearing Luhan's murderous gaze trained at him, the President is about to strangle his neck when Kyungsoo pushes a hand against their chests to stop them.

"Could you please quit bickering like fucking ex-boyfriends!?"

"We are ex-boyfriends!" Luhan blurts out, flailing his arms in the air. "God, Kyungsoo. I can't believe I sucked this bastard's cock off. Seriously, he's not even an eight! Jongin's better!"

"Your ass isn't as perfect as Baekhyun's so shut the fuck up before I castrate your bones," Chanyeol banters. "You're fucking dead to me."

Luhan is about to retort back vulgarly when he sees Jongin approaching them. He is running towards their direction like he is being chased by lions behind him.

"Guys!"

Chanyeol pauses, waiting for Jongin to catch his breath. Luhan and Kyungsoo are both quiet, watching their boyfriend pant heavily as he perches both of his hands on top of his knees. Jongin looks up to them, worry plastered across his face. "Guys.."

"What is it?" Kyungsoo asks.

"Is there something wrong?" Luhan follows.

"Baekhyun, he's--"

Chanyeol steps forward.

"What happened to him?"

"--he collapsed," Jongin finishes. Chanyeol's eyes widen.

"I-I didn't exactly know what happened.. W-we were just talking.. and eating and--and he turned so pale, then he suddenly fainted. We tried waking him up but still... He--he was unconscious and barely breathing. Minseok-sunbae and Jongdae-hyung already brought him to the infirmary. Sehun came with them too--"

Chanyeol doesn't have to think twice when he abruptly runs past Jongin, almost shoving him away. He hears Luhan and Kyungsoo's heavy footsteps following suit, running after him.

He breathes, clenching his fists as he runs. What the fuck did just happen to him!? Is he alright? Is he still sick? Why didn't he say anything to him!? Why didn't he notice he was pale!? Why wasn't he there when he fainted!? Cursing profanities, Chanyeol wastes no time as he runs as fast as he could, and he couldn't care less about the people he's been bumping against his way. He can't seem to think straight, his thoughts are flooded with worry, his heart is hammering furiously inside his chest, and there's nothing more he could think of aside from getting to Baekhyun immediately. He wants to see him right now.

Baekhyun's in danger.

Those nightmares.

Seem to make sense.

"Fuck," he curses as he reaches the infirmary, opening the door with haste. "Baekhyun!"

He sees Baekhyun there, lying on the bed unconscious. He is no longer wearing his outfit, instead he's wearing a hospital gown Chanyeol doesn't really care. He strides towards the boy, slowly, as he feels his beating heart constrict at the sight. Sitting on the chair beside the bed, he intently looks at Baekhyun's pale face, as images of his dreams flash back into his mind like a movie. A surge of panic rushes up into him, his eyes growing blue as he tentatively reaches for Baekhyun's hand lying lifeless on the bed.

"Baekhyun, wake up..."

No response.

"Fuck." Chanyeol looks around, mentally cursing as to why there are no nurses in this school in this time of the day. "Bullshit!" He turns again to Baekhyun who is completely passed out, and Chanyeol wants to rip off his own hair out of frustration and anger.

"Wake up! Please!" he yells angrily, and still no reply. He wants to throw a fit and blame himself for everything. This is all his fault, what happened to Baekhyun, is all his accountability. He starts to think the if-only's, and begins regretting everything he has done.

"Fuck, Baekhyun! Don't fucking scare me like this, I swear to god," Chanyeol mutters and his voice is trembling now, feeling his eyes sting with crystals falling down to his cheeks. "Are you fucking going to leave me like this?! Wake up!"

Silence.

"Don't fucking die yet, alright? I-I know I've been cruel to you, I made your life so miserable, and I've hurt your feelings so many times, so please... Baekhyun. Please.. Just wake up and I'll make it up to you.. I'll treat you better. I'll do what you want.. D-do you fucking hear me? I just said I'll do what you want, which means you can fucking order me around. You want that, right? Please, answer me!"

He doesn't notice he's been holding Baekhyun's hand tighter now, that he's crying desperately now, that all of his pent-up emotions are crushing down on him now.

"I-I'm not going to hurt you anymore.. I'll--I'll stay by your side, and give you all I have never given you.. I'm fucking serious right now, I'm not lying, wake up and see for yourself if I'm lying. Wake up!" He pounds on the bed, but Baekhyun is not giving any vital signs, and it has Chanyeol calling all the gods in heavens he has never summoned since he was a child. "God, hear me now, please.."

The members are watching him outside, Luhan and Jongin are crying now, as well as Sehun who's eyes are red and puffy. Kyungsoo looks like he's about to tear up but keeps himself from doing so, while Jongdae and Minseok are seriously worried and panicked.

"Baekhyun, open your eyes.. Look at me... Listen to me... Wake up.. B-baekhyun..."

There's a certain feeling seated on the deepest wells of his heart he keeps on pushing aside that is clawing outside of his chest now, seeing Baekhyun so vulnerable like this. It's gradually breaking down the walls he has created to restrain himself from opening once again.

He's scared if he'll love him he'd lose him.

"Baekhyun..."

But now he's more frightened of the consequences being thrown back at him, such as all those nightmares haunting him to sleep, if he won't still bring himself to say those phases.

Phrases he thought he doesn't comprehend, phrases he thought he doesn't value. He's not numb. He's not indifferent.

He's not inhuman.

"I love you."

He's just a person who can't express what he truly feels to the one he's afraid to lose.

"I love you so much, Baekhyun."

The time stops, and Chanyeol holds his breath inside his lungs for a second. He stares, unblinking, as he sees with his own two eyes how Baekhyun flutters his eyes open under his blurry vision. Something snaps into him, causing his heart to thump faster than necessary, when Baekhyun turns to look at him in combined surprise and happiness. He can't utter a syllable when Baekhyun gets up and slowly, kneels on the bed to wrap his arms around him, hugging him tight, right then and there.

All the words die down at the end of his tongue when Baekhyun sobs into his neck, shaking, as he murmurs, "Say that again, Chanyeol-sunbae. Say you love me once more.."

Chanyeol is frozen, he doesn't know what on earth has just happened, all he knows is that Baekhyun is not dead. Baekhyun is not gone. Baekhyun has just woken up, and he is alive--has been alive all along. He might have planned this whole thing, and Chanyeol's egoistic pride as high as a building comes crushing down on the ground to put him into ridicule.

But it's strange he feels light like a feather, it's strange he doesn't care anymore. Instead he's genuinely happy. His heart feeling delighted has his lips breaking into a sincere smile, putting a hand behind Baekhyn's soft hair.

He closes his eyes.

"I love you, Byun Baekhyun."

Baekhyun keens, snuggling closer to the President's warmth as he says, "Finally.. You said those words to me.."

Chanyeol wants to take back his words, but no. There's no turning back, especially if Baekhyun is now crying not due to pain inflicted by him, but due to overwhelmed joy, and it's all because of him.

"Yeah, finally."

Baekhyun shyly smiles at the people outside, his eyes glimmering with shame and guilt.

"Uhm, guys. You can stop crying now. Sehun, I'm truly sorry. Luhan-hyung please forgive me, and Jongin I didn't mean it. S-sorry guys, I-I'm so sorry.. I-I didn't really mean to fool you... My tummy really ached because I ate so much cake so I got sleepy and I passed out, then I woke up and I decided to wear this because it's comfortable.. I was about to sleep again and I didn't know why but suddenly you all were just... gathered here and--and I can't just get up when Chanyeol-sunbae was in the middle of being so dramatic... and all..."

Chanyeol hides his face behind his fringe, cursing softly in utter embarrassment.

"You can throw bricks at me now. I-I'm really sorry..."

"You're fucking impossible! What the hell!?" Luhan yells.

"I fucking hate you, Baekhyun!" Jongin cries.

"Seriously!? You did this to me!?!" Sehun shouts.

"I'll kill you," Kyungsoo mutters.

The members are now groaning altogether in exasperation as they curse Baekhyun to death, especially Kyungsoo who is now holding a steel chair to break the door and aim it at Baekhyun. Good thing Jongin is holding him so he can't make any damage.

"Chanyeol-sunbae, I'm sorry if I made you worry," Baekhyun mumbles, looking down at his lap. He looks up to him again after a few seconds, grinning. "Was my acting good? Oh, I really looked like I was dying, right?"

Chanyeol is the one wants to die right now, slapping his forehead frustratingly as he says within gritted teeth, "GET OUT."

*

Clothes are discarded on the floor, and the room is filled with moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. There are no words exchanged, just labored breathings and erotic pantings in the dark. A drawn-out moan spills out from Baekhyun's lips as he cries, arching his back in pleasure when Chanyeol's mouth crashes against his own, leaving deep and hurried kisses. There are too much teeth and tongue, and everything is so rough and sloppy. Baekhyun can no longer prepare himself when Chanyeol thrusts into him hard, fucking him with maximum force like the bed would break into two.

Baekhyun shuts his eyes close, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as he claws onto the sheets underneath him to find purchase. Large hands grip his hips forcefully so that there would be purplish-red bruises along the skin that can last for a week. Baekhyun can taste blood on his mouth when he bites on his bottom lip, feeling Chanyeol's cock pistoning in and out of his ass in an animalistic pace. His body is trembling with want, cock hard and aching begging for release as he screams on top of his lungs. Chanyeol's eyes are heavy with arousal and it's terrifying, but Baekhyun loves it, adores it even, especially when Chanyeol rams into him once more, fucking the living daylights out of his soul. Baekhyun can taste oblivion, he can sense paradise.

He throws his head back in an obscene manner when the President grabs a handful of his hair, pulling it down as he pounds into him mercilessly. He can feel the veins straining on his stretched neck, sweat and body fluids dribbling against his naked back. He doesn't realize that he's being flipped over on the bed so that he's now face-to-face with Chanyeol. He opens his mouth and bites on his own fist harshly when Chanyeol spreads his legs wider, only to fuck him again senseless, hitting his prostate accurately with every strong thrusts. Chanyeol yanks away Baekhyun's hand on his mouth, replacing it with his own lips, so that Baekhyun can release the pressure on his ass by kissing him instead.

"Ch-chanyeol," Baekhyun cries in ecstasy, his blunt nails digging into the President's biceps when Chanyeol quickens the movements of his hips. "Chanyeol... Please.. Please..."

"Yes," the President answers, breathing hard as he snakes a hand around Baekhyun's leaking cock, thumbing the slit slowly eliciting a hiss from Baekhyun. "I'm right here. I got you."

"I want to come, it aches.. t-too much, please," Baekhyun begs as he securely wraps his legs around Chanyeol's torso. "M-make me come... I-I want to come.. Please.."

"I got you.. don't worry, I'll make you come," Chanyeol says, thrusting into him deep and vigorous. Baekhyun wantonly moans, shuddering when he orgasms really hard, spurting streaks of white into his stomach and into Chanyeol's hand. His scorching walls clenching around the President's length buried inside of him has Chanyeol coming as well, fucking his hot release into Baekhyun's abused hole. Chanyeol pulls his cock out, watching how his sticky come decorate Baekhyun's swollen ass.

"N-no. I-I can't--" Baekhyun whimpers when he feels an addicting warmth around his twitching cock. He sees Chanyeol below him sucking him off. "Fuck! No more, Chanyeol-sunbae.. I'm s-sensitive.. N-no more.."

"You can do it, there's more.."

"N-no, I can't, it hurts--aah!"

Chanyeol darts his tongue out, licking the head of Baekhyun's limp dick agonizingly slow. Lowering his head into Baekhyun's cock, he takes Baekhyun whole until the tip reaches his throat. Baekhyun buries his hands into the President's hair when Chanyeol sucks particularly hard, bobbing his mouth into his growing erection. He's fully hard again when Chanyeol releases his cock to jerk him off with one hand.

"Fuck!" Baekhyun moans, feeling his abdomen coil into another upcoming orgasm as Chanyeol blows him at the same time jerks him off. "I-I'm-- no, ahh! Chanyeol!"

Baekhyun comes again hard. Twice.

He can no longer feel himself anymore as if the fluids inside his body has already ran dry. Blinking his eyes sleepily, he feels the bed dip, and he's being gently cleaned down on his ass with a damp cloth. He winces when Chanyeol wipes the come off his abdomen and cock. It fucking hurts everywhere.

"Hurts?"

Baekhyun nods.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough," Chanyeol says within the quiet. "I can't control myself just yet..."

"It's okay," Baekhyun says reassuringly with a smile. "I like it rough."

"I promise I will make it up to you," Chanyeol says, lying beside Baekhyun after he finished cleaning himself as well. He pulls the blanket to cover his and Baekhyun's body, tucking them inside cozily. Baekhyun faces him by his side, and leans his forehead sticking with sweaty fringe against Chanyeol's chin. The President purses his lips, lowering his head to press a chaste kiss against Baekhyun's forehead, making Baekhyun smile silently to himself.

"How will you make up to me, Chanyeol-sunbae?" Baekhyun asks, tilting his head to look up right into the President's eyes. "My body really hurts.. I can't even move.."

Chanyeol clears his throat.

"Vanilla sex tomorrow."

Baekhyun smiles widely, getting up excitedly as he turns to Chanyeol by his side. "Oh, oh, oh! Does that include vanilla ice cream?"

"No, Baekhyun. We're not getting ice cream."

"Why?" Baekhyun furrows his eyebrows as he cutely pouts. "But you said vanilla sex, though. Not chocolate sex, nor strawberry sex.... Nor cookies and cream sex?"

"Oh god," Chanyeol murmurs to himself, sighing. "Why am I even dating you."

"It's because you love me, that is why."

"No," Chanyeol replies, yet he's now hugging Baekhyun tight like he's his personal teddy bear. Baekhyun snuggles into him closer, giggling like a child when Chanyeol squeezes his tummy. "Ugh, baby fats."

"I know right," Baekhyun muses, holding the President's hand against his soft stomach as he laughs.

"Baekhyun."

"Yes?"

Chanyeol stays silent for about a long minute, so Baekhyun peeks at his face to check if he's still awake.

"What is it, Chanyeol-sunbae?"

"Nothing."

"But you never told me nothing..."

Chanyeol gets a pillow and smacks it into Baekhyun's face before he mumbles, almost a whisper, "Thank you for falling in love with me."

Baekhyun holds his breath, staring at the pillow above his face as he feels his heart clench, fluttering miles per second.

"And for not giving me up."

"Chanyeol.."

"Have I..." Chanyeol looks away, staring at the white-painted wall of his room, "already told you that I love you?"

Baekhyun nods into the pillow, biting his bottom lip as his whole face grows hot. "That's... the seventh time for this day."

"Oh," Chanyeol mutters. "Forget about it. Pretend I never told you that." He coughs, waving a flippant hand in the air. "I don't love, and I can't love."

"Okay," Baekhyun replies, smiling brightly as he removes the pillow from his face to breathe. "I love you too, Chanyeol."

That night, Chanyeol dreams of a beautiful boy wandering around the grassy field. There are no darkness and thunders, nor cliffs and hurricanes, nor smokes and ashes, just that beautiful boy lying peacefully above the flowerbed. Chanyeol lies beside him as they watch together the fluffy clouds floating on the clear blue skies.

And as he opens his eyes just as the sun rises to east, he sees the boy in his dreams, he sees the boy he longs to hear the voice of when he wakes up in the morning. Right beside him, he sees the person he really really loves.

"Good morning."

It's Baekhyun.

"Good morning."

It has always been Baekhyun.

Fin.

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For Chanyeol and Baekhyun.
Forever and Always.

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