A/N: Hello lovelies! Updating now encase I don't get the opportunity later. ☺️ Happy reading, and please, don't forget to vote and comment. Thank you!

P.S. May possibly update this again later later today.

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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️

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Baekhyun settled into his seat in the far back corner of his literature class —- one he shared with Daehyun.

Baekhyun sighed at his luck. He couldn't seem to catch a break this morning. First Luhan, and now Daehyun . . . He sighed again.

But maybe he deserved it . . .

Baekhyun forehead was pressed uncomfortably to his table when the seat beside him scraped back against the floor. Baekhyun bit his lip and sighed before slowly lifting his head. He nervously knawed on the inside of his cheek as he turned to confront Dae—-

"You're not Daehyun," Baekhyun whispered as he meet the eyes of a stranger.

The boy shook his head and pulled something out of his pocket as he said, "No. But he did give me ten bucks to trade seats with him." The boy grinned as he rubbed the money between his thumb and forefinger.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and turned away to survey the rest of the room. He was about to give up when he felt a pair of eyes boarding into him. He looked in the direction of the stare, his eyes immediately locking with Daehyun, who sat towards the front of the classroom. He gulped and dropped his gaze.

A moment passed, and then a folded piece of paper was thrown onto his table. Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek, and ignoring the stare, he began to unfold it and read:

Baekhyun,

I think we should talk. I've calmed down since Friday and my head is clearer. We need to figure things out. And I've realized, despite the hurt you caused me, I still love you. Maybe I'm crazy . . .

Will you meet me though? Will you give us a chance again? No one knows. You know I'd never say or do anything to hurt you. So please, think about it? And if you decide to meet me, I'll be outside for lunch at the picnic bench. I hope you come . . .

I love you,
Daehyun. 🖤

(A/N: The heart is black because Daehyun drew it.)

Baekhyun refolded the note with a lump in his throat. Daehyun was sweet, but he also knew how to hook himself into Baekhyun and draw out his guilt. Guilt he knew Baekhyun wouldn't be able to ignore or forget until they spoke.

Baekhyun sighed and stuffed the note into his back pocket before pulling out a notebook, writing down his own notes to busy himself from his thoughts of meeting Daehyun at lunch. Because he would. He had too, and Daehyun knew that.

Baekhyun only had one more class before lunch with Daehyun —- his study hour.

He sat with Kyungsoo at their table, neither one of them speaking. It appeared Daehyun had managed to get everyone to side with him without even having to lift a finger. People just naturally loved him.

Baekhyun sighed and closed his book with a huff. His eyes flickered towards the door again when he heard someone come in. Chanyeol met his gaze before disappearing behind the rows of bookshelves. Baekhyun waited a moment before gathering his things, and as he was preparing to walk anyway Kyungsoo's voice stopped him.

"It's him, isn't it? The boy you left Daehyun for?" Kyungsoo asked matter-of-factly.

Baekhyun frozed mid-rise as his eyes meet Kyungsoo's sharp gaze. Baekhyun cleared his throat and slowly sunk back into his chair as he quietly replied, "Yes."

"How long?"

Baekhyun sighed. "Honestly, my whole life . . ."

Kyungsoo frowned. "What does that mean?"

"It means I never stopped loving him, and I never will . . ." Baekhyun whispered before finally leaving the table.

Baekhyun ignored Kyungsoo as he hurried forward, searching through the rows before finding Chanyeol in the far corner —- just like all the times before. He sighed as he slide off his backpack, dropping it to the side as he gently settled into his lap. Chanyeol sighed too and buried his face into Baekhyun's neck, breathing deeply as he hugged him close.

"How is your day so far?" Baekhyun softly muttered, his voice muffled by Chanyeol's shoulder.

"Exhausting," Chanyeol murmured. "The news about your break up has began to spread. Luckily no one has connected me to being the main reason why . . ." Chanyeol sighed. "Why does it matter anyway? Don't these people have better things to do instead of judging others and spreading gossip?"

Baekhyun laughed humorlessly and replied, "I think that goes against their DNA, Chan."

"Then fuck 'em," Chanyeol whispered.

Baekhyun softly smiled and hugged Chanyeol closer. "Fuck 'em," he whispered.

Chanyeol smiled and kissed the side of his neck before asking, "Will you skip lunch with me? I wanted to go the gym . . ."

Baekhyun's brow furrowed as he slowly sat up and muttered, "The gym? Why?"

"Because I want to go swimming with you like old times. So what do you say?" Chanyeol asked with a small smile.

Baekhyun's smiled sadly and gently caressed Chanyeol's cheek as he softly muttered, "I can't. But truth me, there's nothing I'd like to do more it's just...." Baekhyun's trailed off. He sighed. "It's just that Daehyun wants to talk about our relationship at lunch. If I knew not showing up wouldn't bother me I'd go with you in a heartbeat, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Chanyeol nodded and mumbled, "It's okay. I get it."

Baekhyun frowned and reached out to grab his chin, making him face him as he said, "Chanyeol, don't do that. I feel guilty enough without you adding to it." Baekhyun sighed. "How about this, if you're up for it we can skip the rest of our classes and hang out at the pool? How does that sound?"

Chanyeol's lips twitched in a smile as he softly replied, "Perfect."

Baekhyun smiled too before snuggling closer into Chanyeol's embrace. Chanyeol smiled as he ran his hand through his hair and kissed the crown of his head.

"I love you," Chanyeol whispered too softly for Baekhyun to hear.

They stayed in their bubble of silent comfort until the bell for lunch rang above them. Baekhyun sighed as he climbed out of Chanyeol's lap and reached out to pull him to his feet. Chanyeol rose slowly, and once he was upright, he wrapped an arm around Baekhyun's waist and tugged him close. His head dipped down to the hollow of his collar bone, his nose skimming along his skin and sending tingles throughout Baekhyun's body. His nose and lips slowly walked a trail of arousal up to Baekhyun's lips.

Baekhyun's breathing was baited as his eyes stayed locked on Chanyeol's lips, his body moving closer. Chanyeol held him back by the waist and kissed along his jaw.

It was all painfully slow —- too slow for Baekhyun's liking. A soft whine escaped his lips as he breathily whispered, "Why are you teasing me?"

Chanyeol shook his head. "I'm remembering you...."

"C–can you remember me tonight? I'd rather just kiss you now . . ." Baekhyun whispered.

Chanyeol smiled against his mouth and softly muttered, "Can you make that a promise?"

Baekhyun hurriedly nodded and whispered, "I promise," before he insistently clasped Chanyeol's cheeks between his hands and firmly pressing their lips together. Chanyeol kissed him back, his arms winding down to wrap around his waist as Baekhyun's hands slide into his hair. One leg came up around Chanyeol's hip, and with a soft moan from Baekhyun, Chanyeol picked him up.

Chanyeol groaned at the friction between them, and thinking with something other than his brain, his hands slid down to cup Baekhyun's butt as his backside hit the side of the bookshelf. Baekhyun moaned and used the sudden new support to grind his body against Chanyeol. He threw his head back as he grinding harder, soft pants tumbling from his sinful lips as Chanyeol attacked his once flawless neck in love bites.

Baekhyun groaned and gasped as he suddenly came in his pants. He exhaled shakily and breathing, "Shit!" He detangled himself from around Chanyeol and dropped to the floor as he rushed towards his backpack, his cheeks a burning mess as he ripped it open and began to riffle inside.

Chanyeol was leaning heavily against the bookshelf as he fought to catch his breath. His eyes closed as he waited for his heart rate to even out. Once it had, he slowly opened his eyes and settled his gaze on Baekhyun. He bit his bottom lip before slowly walking up behind him.

"Baek?" Chanyeol softly muttered as he touched his back. "Don't be embarrassed."

Baekhyun laughed humorlessly and scoffed. "How can I not!" Baekhyun quietly cried. "I just fucking had an orgasm while grinding against your dick! My pants are ruined!"

Chanyeol bit his lips, fighting back a laugh or smile as he soothingly rubbed his back and leaned close to whisper, "It's fine. Really. I'm actually honored that I can turn you on some much without even having to touch you."

Baekhyun snorted and had to muffle his laughter. He glanced over his shoulder at Chanyeol and whispered, "Can you look away. I have to take off my pants . . ."

"What about your boxers . . .?" Chanyeol breathed against Baekhyun's ear.

Baekhyun shivered and elbowed him away as he laughed. "Stop it!" he softly cried. "And what do you mean? I can't exactly take them off . . ."

Chanyeol grinned and skimmed his nose along the back of Baekhyun's neck. He kissed him at the hollow below his ear and huskily muttered, "Why not? I find the thought of you walking around without them hot. And besides, it'll be easier when I'm undressing you later . . ."

Baekhyun's jaw dropped and his cheeks flamed as he cried, "Holy shit, Chanyeol! Stop being so horny!"

Chanyeol laughed and retorted, "Says the one who just came in his pants . . ."

Baekhyun huffed. "Shut up!" he quietly cried. "And I have to go. Daehyun won't wait forever," Baekhyun said as he pulled off his jeans and forced Chanyeol to look away.

He quickly took off his boxers and replacing them with the extra pair of pants he carried in his bag in case of emergencies. He had just never envisioned himself needing them because of this . . . He had always thought he'd drop food on them or get dirty in gym class. But dry humping his boyfriend in the library until he came? No, that possiblity had never crossed his mind.

"Okay. I'll meet you at the pool," Baekhyun said before quickly kissing Chanyeol. "Bye!" he called as he shouldered his backpack and ran off for the cafeteria.

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