[#60] RED STRINGS ATTACHED (PART 1)
Title: Red Strings Attached
Length: 12,212 words
Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O., side!Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When love becomes an obsession, things start to go out of hand.
Warnings: slight!bondage, character death, slight!dub-con
Author's Note: It's my first time writing a fan-fiction of such genre, so, I really wished it didn't come out as confusing or weird. Just a little tip, pay close attention to the time in bold.
Part 1
9:30 pm, Friday.
Knuckles turned a pale shade as Baekhyun gripped the white bed sheets of the hotel room tightly and body arched as the continuous slamming against his prostrate continued, intensity reaching its climax, and mind clouded with lust. Harsh deep breathings, the sound of skin against skin and soft strings of curses filled the quiet hotel room. The dark night sky and the bustling night life of the city became the witness to their little love scene. It was a beautiful moment, one that cannot be described. Hot breaths lingered near Baekhyun’s collarbone as Chanyeol moved in an animalistic pace, the ice cold feeling when the tip of his tongue traced a path down from the side of Baekhyun’s jawline towards his torso. Fingers were teasingly touching every part of him that was exposed, in the most indecent way possible. As the pace quickened, he tugged at Chanyeol’s brown auburn locks, before pulling him into an intense exchange. Excitement and deep pleasure grew deep within them, both lost in that short moment of delirium, as they made their release. White cum, staining the pure white hotel sheets as well as their torso while Chanyeol rides himself dry, a throaty moan so rough and husky left his lips as the high become too overwhelming. Soft lips left Baekhyun’s, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along the inner side of his thighs, licking up the remnants of the cum that leaked out.
“Baekhyun, I love you.” The affectionate and gentle kisses felt against Baekhyun’s own pair as they immerse themselves in the slow and sensual pace, lips not parting. A smile stretched across Chanyeol’s face, in between the playful kisses, bodies still connected. A gentle tug of his bottom lip was felt before they sucked playfully on each other’s tongues. Baekhyun looked up into his eyes and saw those tantalizing eyes. They were both infatuated with each other. It was evident in those little smiles, and gentle gazes that may seem so insignificant to the eyes of an outsider. But, despite the overflowing euphoria and intimacy shared between them, they were fully mindful of the naked truth that lies within their fictitious world they’ve created. This relationship they shared was going out of line. Baekhyun was taken by another man, a fiancé, waiting back home for his return.
“Chanyeol, I love you so much but you know that all of this,” his fingers grazed lightly against Chanyeol’s soft cheeks “…is wrong. I have a fiancé, Chanyeol. And here I am in this bed, making love to you, when all of this should not be happening.” Silence ensued between them, and the air around became tensed. “I think I should leave. Kyungsoo is waiting for me back home and I shouldn’t be here with you and spending the night.” Baekhyun pushed him away gently, staggering slowly to grab the clothes that were scattered on the floor before slowly making his way to the hotel bathroom. However, Baekhyun was caught in the moment when he was suddenly pinned against the cold walls, trapped between lean arms.
“Baekhyun, I need you to understand that I love you so much and I want you by my side. Leave him and run away with me, we will spend our lives together and I promise you that I will love you unconditionally. We could get married and leave everything behind us. Let’s start anew, just you and me. Think about it,” the look of despair evidently reflected in him.
“Give me time to think this through, Yeol. Things aren’t that simple.” Heaving out a deep sigh, Baekhyun pushed his way out of Chanyeol’s firm grasp, and wore the remains of his clothes, not being bothered with the buttons of the white shirt before rushing out the hotel door. His pace hastened as the guilt enveloped him. He took out the phone that was tucked into the front pockets of his jeans, and took notice of the numerous missed calls and messages, all from the one person that haunts him and his conscious.
Do Kyungsoo.
11:15 pm, Friday.
Their shared home located at the far end of the street, requires one to travel past many blocks of houses before reaching the brown bricked terrace. Streetlamps lighted up the empty street with an eerie white glow, not a soul could be found walking down the streets, many falling into a deep slumber.
The silence of the night was almost deafening. After a long drive down the tranquil neighbourhood, a glimpse of the terrace came into view. Baekhyun drove the car into the garage, not before noticing the very dim light illuminating the master bedroom. Taking a quick glance into the rear-view mirror, smoothing down the creases on his pressed shirt, and running his slender finger, coursing through his hair to rid of the strayed and messed up hairdo. The car ignition was switched off and the headlights dimmed slowly before stepping out into the now dark car garage with only the accompaniment of the small bulb hanging directly above. Opening the door that led to the living room, it was pitch dark and silent, the eeriness of the house crept up his spine, and sending chills down his back as the cold encircled his entire being. A gush of cold breeze blew across my face as I entered the dark living room, despite the closed doors and windows. Stowing away the jittery feelings, Baekhyun closed the door behind him and staggered slowly through the darkness, fingers grazing lightly against the walls that lead him back to their bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, the creaking of the floorboards broke the deadly silence.
“Hello? Who’s there?” his hushed voice echoed in the vacant space.
”Hello?” there was neither response nor sound. Deciding that it was probably another figment of his imagination, Baekhyun turned a deaf ear, and continued making his way up the flight of stairs. Unlocking the door to the bedroom, Kyungsoo was sleeping soundly on the bed, his chest heaving up and down regularly. Fingers made its way along the line of buttons running down the pressed shirt, while unzipping the zippers on the jeans, discarding them at an unknown corner of the room, before stepping into the shower to rinse the stickiness and stench.
11:40 pm, Friday.
Staring at his own reflection in the fogged up mirror, his upper lip curled up in disdain at their wretched relationship. The silver band still wrapped around his ring finger, diamond glimmering brightly under the fluorescent lights.
‘Leave him and run away with me, we will spend our lives together… Let’s start anew, just you and me. Think about it.’
Chanyeol’s voice replayed in his mind like a broken record for the umpteenth time that night. Mind cluttered and his conscious was lured into the room of self-denial that the thought of leaving Kyungsoo hadn’t crossed his mind. Many times have he questioned - When would all this façade last? He reasoned to himself that it was about time to put an end to this false front and eventually granting Kyungsoo a life he deserve.
A life without him.
12:00 am, Saturday.
The minute hands strikes 12 and the old grandfather clock chimed, permeating through the deadly silence. The steel gears of the fragile antique slid against each other. Kyungsoo soulless eyes bore into Baekhyun’s own, leaning at the edge of the bathroom door, face exhibiting no emotions. He was startled and a soft squeak left his lips as he felt his arm muscles contract at the sudden adrenaline rush causing his fingers to grip onto the towel harder.
“Shit, damn it Kyungsoo! Don’t ever do that! You scared the hell out of me.” Kyungsoo tilted his head to the side before a smirk lingered at the edge of his lips. He turned around, broad shoulders faced Baekhyun as he stalked his way back towards their shared bed. Kyungsoo ruffled his hair, dishevelled, as he tucked himself between the ivory bedsheets. His eyes were now dark and hazed with lust.
“Kyungsoo? Are you alright?”
“How about you stop talking and join me in bed, darling. I missed you.” The smirk on his face not faltering, rather he was behaving far from his normal innocent self, the sultry voice leaving those plump heart shaped lips. As if in a trance, Baekhyun found him complying with Kyungsoo’s request and took small steps towards the bed, joining him. His hands found its way beneath the ivory bedsheets, tracing the lines of Baekhyun’s torso with the pad of his finger against the soft material of the thin tank top.
“You were late. Where were you?” his body crept closer towards mine, breathing out hot air against my neck, ministrations continuing as his fingers trailed lower to the band of my black boxers, threatening to slip his fingers beneath it.
I gulped, as the heat travelled down, “I-I met some friends. From h-highschool, it was just s-some reunion.” I lied. His fingers made its way beneath the waistband, teasing the skin beneath.
Baekhyun felt himself tittering at the edge of pleasure, as his fiancé took out his finger from beneath the band and fingers wrapped around his clothed cock, squeezing it gently within his grasp from time to time.
“You like this don’t you, darling?” the tip of his tongue lapping at the back of Baekhyun’s earlopes, biting and tugging at it softly.
“Do you want me to continue? I could either make you feel so good tonight, or, you can handle this baby here all on your own?” Baekhyun’s breath chocked as Kyungsoo tugged at the clothed cock slightly, nails digging into the thin material.
“P-please.” A breathy whisper left his lips as Baekhyun struggled to form a coherent sentence.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you.” His lips now lingered against Baekhyun’s jawline, leaving featherlike kisses against the sensitive skin. Every touch, sending a jolt through Baekhyun’s entire being.
“P-please touch m-me, Soo.”
His lips found Baekhyun’s and ignited a rough and sloppy exchange of kisses, fighting for dominance, lapping and tugging of their tongues, a trail of saliva between their lips as they parted for air. His soft hands pumped the now erected cock at a vicious pace as deep throaty moans left their lips, filling the room with a raunchy melody. Baekhyun had his release the second time that night. Kyungsoo’s fingers left the confines of his boxers, licking up the remnants of the white cum coating his palm while eyes, iris raven black and a reflection of the night sky, gazed into Baekhyun’s own chocolate brown eyes.
“Remember, that I love you, so much. So much that I could die for you, Baekhyun.”
8:00 am, Saturday.
Sunlight seeped through the curtains, Baekhyun stirred in his sleep at the sound of the loud vibrations of his phone. With eyes still closed, he fumbled for the phone that was placed atop the oak wood bedside table.
“Hello?” voice raspy and hoarse.
“Good morning, my love. You sure do sound sexy in the morning, makes me want to do things to you.” Soft chuckles could be heard on the other line. Baekhyun took a glance at the brunette; soft snores left Kyungsoo’s plump lips, arms wrapped around his waist in a possessive hold.
“Chanyeol, what is it that you need to tell me, that you couldn’t wait till later to call me up? I told you not to call me in the morning. It’s…not safe.” Eyes never leaving the sleeping figure beside him, cautious at every movement he makes.
“I just wanted to hear your voice. I-I felt lonely this morning,” there was a short pause, “Just, don’t hang up on me first. Give me a few more minutes and I promise I won’t bother you.” There was complete silence across the line with only the deep in- and exhaling of his breath against the phone.
“I love you, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol’s deep voice resonates through his ears and Baekhyun found himself smiling at the confession as the warm feeling spread throughout his chest.
“I love-“as if on cue, the brunette stirred in his sleep and Kyungsoo’s grip on him tightened. “Baekhyun, you’re awake? Who are you talking to?” he muttered softly against the thin material of his tank top.
Immediately, pressing the glowing red phone icon on the screen , in a haste, Baekhyun placed his phone back on the table, breath hitching and heart beating fast as his questions raced through his mind, the guilt eating him slowly within.
“Y-yeah. Some c-colleague called.” Kyungsoo looked up and smiled. He rose up and release himself from the heap of wrinkled blankets, ruffling his hair and walked towards his side of the bed, bending slightly to lightly peck on Baekhyun’s lips.
“It’s a Saturday, you shouldn’t be working on the weekends, Baek. I’ll go and prepare breakfast.” Baekhyun nodded and watched him walked out of the bedroom. Exhaling all the air he never thought he was holding.
9:30 am, Saturday.
“I heard there is a carnival downtown. So, I was thinking, I mean, I thought- I thought it’ll be fun to, you know…go there? Tonight?” Baekhyun dug into the scrambled eggs with the steel fork and pushing away bits of it to the edges of the plate as the nerves hit him. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling as such. - “…if you didn’t have any plans tonight, maybe we could go to the carnival. You know, have some fun, eat some cotton candy, and take all those rides that gives you that adrenaline rush. Those stuff.”
“Baekhyun, are you asking me out on a date?” Beaming a huge smile, one that radiated off his face, and those heart-shaped lips looking more distinct.
“Yes, I am asking you out on a date. It’s been so long since we’ve-“ Kyungsoo rushed towards Baekhyun, enveloping him in a tight hug, one that would make them seem believable in the public eyes, that they were your typical happy couple leaving in disillusioned fairy tale. He released Baekhyun from the hug before resuming his attention to the scrambled egg and sausages on his plate.
7:00pm, Saturday.
The aroma of cotton candy dawdled in the air of the lively atmosphere. Entangled arms of couples as smiles spread across their faces, eyes twinkling with affection for each other. The shrilling screams of teenagers from the thrilling and scary rides setting the ambience of the carnival. A huge smile spread across his face as he looked around the carnival. His eyes, reflecting the bright neon carnival lights. Time felt short, as they spent their last few hours of their date enjoying each other’s presence.
“Baekhyun, they’re selling those cute animals headbands! Let’s get them!” His eyes, reflecting one of excitement as he pulled Baekhyun by his hands, slender fingers gripping tightly around his, towards the little stall at the corner. He picked up a fluffy brown bear ear headband.
“You can be my handsome fluffy brown teddy bear,” he placed the headband gently on Baekhyun’s head and leaned in, warm breathy voice whispering into his ears “and I could be your sexy kitten…” hot breath lingered along Baekhyun’s already flushed red ears before looking innocently at me, adjusting the cat ears headband on his head, while admiring himself in the mirror.
He passed the cash to the lady mending the stall, before walking away while he hummed to a melody similar to the song that was playing from a distance, pulling Baekhyun by his wrists. His body moving along to the beat, making subtle movements, eyes sending flirtatious glances towards Baekhyun. Kyungsoo took his hand, clasping them tightly before dancing harder along to the beat of the music.
“Come on, dance with me. We can look like fools together…” He smiled a toothless grin, his eyes fixated on Baekhyun’s.
“You’re crazy, Soo.” A smile crept up Baekhyun’s face as they danced along to the beat, dancing as if they were alone in the area. Both of them became oblivious to the growing crowd around them, smiling at their little stunt. A soft tug at his hand, Kyungsoo spun towards Baekhyun as he caught him in his arms, as the song coming from the stereo came to an end. Thunderous and deafening claps echoed in their ears as their eyes met and they stared into each other eyes. Different thoughts probably went through their minds at that point in time. Kyungsoo lifted his head up before leaving a soft gentle peck on Baekhyun’s lips before chuckling and releasing himself from the Baekhyun’s tight hold around his waist.
9:20 pm, Saturday.
“B-baek…t-the bed. Now.” Shoes were kicked away, as Baekhyun lifted him up, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, their lips never parting. His fingers wandered around Baekhyun’s back, nails gently scrapping against the back of his shirt. Clumsily, walking up the stairs, Kyungsoo winced at the rough action as he was slammed onto the cold hard wall along the stairs, their sloppy kiss becoming more intense as he busied himself with the buttons adorning the shirt. Soft whimpers and moans filled the house, as they became brusquer in their actions, both high on lust. It took them awhile before they made it to their shared room, Baekhyun’s shirt unbuttoned as cold fingers ran across his chest, gently thumbing on his nipples, eliciting a deep grunt from him as Kyungsoo was thrown onto the bed. A smirk crept up Kyungsoo’s face, as his fingers slowly unbuckled his belt and tugging his pants and boxers at the same time down to his knees, his hands tantalizingly trailing down his abdomen before touching his cock with his eyes closed and sinful moans left his lips. Baekhyun stood there at the edge of the bed, watching him touch himself while his name left Kyungsoo’s lips sounding arousing, as the heat travelled further down. The temperature around the room felt hotter as Kyungsoo’s fingers went further down, gently teasing himself, as he circled around his hole, fingers gently pressing against the rim, breath hitched as his fingers entered him, one finger at a time, slowly fingering himself.
“Baekhyun,” sinful deep moans elicited out of his lips and filling the room with an arousing tune, “You love seeing me like this don’t y-you? So n-needy…I want you so badly. I n-need…you to fuck me so hard, till I f-forget my own name. M-make me moan and beg like the w-whore I am. P-please.” dirty words were uttered as he fingered himself deep and hard, his other free hands tugging and pulling on his perked nipples. Eyes closed in ecstasy, biting his lower lip as he continued his ministrations. Baekhyun hastily removing every piece of cloth on him, and crawled onto the bed and grabbed his fiancé’s hair, forcing Kyungsoo to look at him. Tracing his fingers along Kyungsoo’s jawline. Baekhyun’s lips finding his red and swollen ones, nibbling gently on his lower lip, tugging and sucking.
“You’re such a whore, Soo. Fingering and touching yourself like this, how desperate,” I chuckled ”…I shall fuck you so hard into this bed, make you moan and shout my name, just the way you like it.” He stopped fingering himself as we engage into another intense kiss, gripping onto each other hair tightly, pulling their bodies closer, as Baekhyun humped into his lower region. He lost all form of control over himself, as he slammed deep into Kyungsoo, enjoying the warmth enveloping his erect cock. The warm hole clenching hard around his, sending him to the edge of pleasure. Pulling himself out at a teasingly slow pace, before slamming into him, making him cry and scream out my name. Tears left his doe like eyes.
“B-baekhyun, please, harder…” He slammed into Kyungsoo’s sweet spot at an inhumanly pace, one hand groping while occasionally slapping hard onto his butt cheeks, while the other palming Kyungsoo’s cock, his fingers, gripping hard onto the white sheets, his back arched. Baekhyun went astray within the euphoria and was on the verge of insanity as the intensity and pleasure grew so overwhelming. The bed creaked at the rough movement as the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall. The room was filled with loud moans, skin against skin, deep breath and grunts echoed in the dark, cold room.
“I-I’m so…c-close…”
“A little bit more, babe. T-together.” A few more hard thrust and their bodies stilled and shuddered slightly at their release, cum spreading all over their torso and staining the sheets. Slow and deep thrust into Kyungsoo’s tight hole as he rides of his release with every drop of Baekhyun’s seeds filling him, some leaking and white liquid trailed down his thighs. Detaching himself from him, Baekhyun grabbed the tissues from the side of the bed to clean up the mess before rolling over to his side and pulling Kyungsoo into his arms.
“Soo?”
“Uhm…”
“Were…were you happy today?” his voice coming out soft, almost inaudible.
“I have never felt as happy as I was today.” Kyungsoo turned around to face him, looking deep into his eyes. ”Thank you so much for today…I love you, Baekhyun. I will always love you.” Kyungsoo smiled before pecking his lips. The words were stuck deep in Baekhyun throat, heart feeling heavy as the guilt filled him for the umpteenth time. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him those 3 simple yet meaningful words.
“Let’s sleep. You’re tired.” He nods his head as Baekhyun kissed his forehead.
11:45 pm, Saturday.
You deserve someone better, I’m sorry but this is the best way for you to move on from me.
Baekhyun took one last glance at his sleeping figure and the engagement ring placed by the bedside table. The faint glow of the moonlight against his face, his expression so peaceful. Baekhyun grabbed the black bag that was filled with clothes packed earlier before they left for the carnival. Leaving the room, and closing the door to the shared bedroom, quietly making his way down the flight of stairs and towards the garage, careful not to make too much of a sound. Starting the engine, he drove off onto the road, cruising further away from the house. Glancing at the side mirror of his car, a glimpse of a looming dark silhouette stood by the doorway of their house. Baekhyun turned around back to the front door of their house, but the dark figure was nowhere in sight.
“I’m imagining things again.” He sighed before driving off, passing by the row of houses, lights all switched off.
12:00 am, Sunday.
The soft music from the radio echoed in the car. Baekhyun was getting tired, his arms and legs felt weak, as he broke out into cold sweat. His visions blurred as he squinted his eyes to get a better view of what was in front of him. The traffic light slowly changed from a deep bright red to a luminous green. It felt like he was in a trance, feet not stepping onto the pedals and the sound of honking cars behind him went deaf. His eyes were fixated at an empty space, thoughts drifted away, as images of Kyungsoo’s smiling face appeared before his mind like a broken record. A sharp stinging pain seared through his veins as he clutched his head in despair, hoping that the pain would fade. The tips of his fingers went cold as he leaned against the headrest, salvaging the very last of his sanity.
Dark red eyes staring at him through the windshield mirror, eyes so sinister and full of evil, were the last images that retained in his mind before he fell into the darkness and lost complete conscious.
8:00 am, Sunday.
Baekhyun woke up in a jolt, body drenched in perspiration, as he sat upright, in and exhaling deep gulps of breath. The doorknob ruttled, and Kyungsoo stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still soaked and the scent of fresh mint after shave filled the room.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Kyungsoo smiled before slipping off the towel from his waist, leaving him bare-naked. He bent over to grab his boxers from the bottom shelf, exposing all of him in clear sight. I gulped and turned away, mind a mess, similar to the state of the white bed sheets beneath me.
“I’ll be making pancakes for breakfast.” He whispered. The subtle slap of the rubber against his waist and the rustling of soft material echoed in the room, filling the silence between us. Faint footsteps were heard, and Kyungsoo stopped at the side of the bed, the pad of his fingers, cold and smooth, grazed lightly against Baekhyun’s chin, tilting his head, eyes meeting.
Kyungsoo was wearing an oversized t-shirt, reaching the middle of his thighs, exposing every inch of skin untouched by the material. He smirked and left a gentle kiss on Baekhyun’s lips, before turning around and closing the door to their shared bedroom shut, leaving Baekhyun alone in the almost white bedroom. He laid his head back on the pillow, and closed his eyes. A sudden thought slipped through his mind as he rushed towards the wardrobe, slipping on the white blankets while in a haste. He stood rooted to the ground, swirls of confusion filled his mind and many questions unanswered.
Everything was back in its original position. Shirts orderly arranged according to colours, hats orderly placed in its shelf, belts lined nicely along the racks. Car keys placed nicely on the dresser, along with his wallet and phone. Things seemed to be left untouched. Just like how it was a few hours ago.
‘Was my mind playing tricks on me and that everything that happened was just another mere fictional imagination?’
10:00 pm, Sunday.
“Chanyeol…c-can you pick me up tonight at the park? Please.”
“I’ll meet you there in an hour…Baekhyun?”
“Y-yes?”
“You’re worrying me and I’m afraid that I might lose you. J-just don’t do anything rash. I love you.” The comfortable silence hung in the air.
“I love you too.”
(Call ended: 9:30 pm)
The eerie tune that echoed throughout the hallway came to a stop, and the door to the basement unlocked, the keys clinking together as Kyungsoo locked the door behind him. Footsteps echoed as he walked up the stairwell leading to the basement and shuffled to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He was acting indifferently. Jaw tensed and eyes, expressionless and dark. Lips tinted red.
“Kyungsoo, what were you-“
“It’s none of your business, Baekhyun.” He snapped.
“I-I was just asking. Calm down, Soo.” His eyes staring right through Baekhyun’s as he gulped down the cool liquid down his throat. He turned around before dragging his feet towards the living room and straddled himself over Baekhyun’s lap. He left a trail of kissed along Baekhyun’s jawline while fingers busied themselves with the buttons along Baekhyun’s shirt.
“Soo…stop. I don’t feel like doing this tonight.” His expression alternated from one of confusion, broken and anger. He lifted himself off Baekhyun’s lap before walking off to the bedroom, the hard slam of the door resonated throughout the quiet two-storied house. The air was tensed as frustration built up within them.
“Damn this!” throwing the pillow held in his arms towards the television screen before him and tugging at a tuft of his hair tightly within his fingers. Baekhyun leaned his head back against the sofa watching the minute hand of the grandfather clock at the corner of the room, tick by.
11:00 pm, Sunday.
Baekhyun locked the back door behind him as he sneaked out of the house, carrying only his valuables in hand, leaving everything else in the house. There he stood in the backyard, engulfed by the sudden darkness of the night. Bushes of dark red roses with sharp thorns lined along the walls of the house, the soft rustling of the leaves echoed in the windy cool air. He ran as quickly as possible, towards the park located a few blocks away. The streetlamps lined along the sidewalks, lighted up the pathway with a dim yellow glow, a black Mercedes parked by the sidewalk of the park came into sight. Tuft of brown auburn locks peeked from underneath the baseball cap, while adorning a black shirt and ripped blue jeans, staring into blank space.
“Chanyeol!” Drifting away from his little reverie, he turned around and a grin spread across his face. Chanyeol pulled him into his arms, hugging me tightly, restraining Baekhyun’s movements while in his hold.
“Chanyeol…l-let’s go. It’s still not safe here since I’m only a few blocks away from home.” Chanyeol let him go, opening the car door for Baekhyun to enter before making it over to the driver’s seat and spurring the car to life. It didn’t take long for Chanyeol to skid off from the sidewalk and sped off down the road and out into the main street.
“Would you care to explain to me what happened?”
Sighing, Baekhyun’s fingers fidgeted and played around with the top button of his shirt, “It’s…a long story.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got all the time you need.”
The engine revving filled in the silence as Baekhyun pondered whether telling Chanyeol would be a right thing to do.
“Baekhyun? It’s okay if you’re not comfortable in telling it to me now.”
“I’ve-I’ve been imagining things recently. To be specific, it all happened, after that night when we were together. Kyungsoo, has been acting weird since then as well. I’ve been hearing noises, seeing silhouettes, and imagining myself being in a situation that seemed so real - but fictional all at the same time.”
“What do you mean, by it being fictional?”
“When you called me that morning, I’ve decided to leave him. To let him be free of all this misery I’m putting him into. He doesn’t deserve to be cheated on. So, I left the house, took the car and drove off…then there was this dark silhouette standing outside our front porch. It was as if whatever it was, it was staring right at me, watching me leave. I could feel its eyes on me. When I turned back, the silhouette disappeared.” I took a deep breath and looked out the car window, a sense of deja vu played in mind, as I tried to recollect every single detail of last night.
“Then it happened, at 12:00 am sharp. And…and I felt this presence around me as I drove down this very same road…I felt- I felt so suffocated. It was so painful. The pain that ran through my head, it was pounding and there was this chill, piercing through my skin. My fingertips were ice cold, Chanyeol. I was at stuck at this very junction…” the car came to a stop as I watched the red neon light glowing brightly in contrast to the dark night, “-my visions blurred. For that last few seconds before I went unconscious, I looked into the windshield mirror, and-and,…” the words were stuck in my throat as the image replayed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.
“Baekhyun? Baby, it’s okay…relax. You don’t have to tell me-“
“I saw…-this pair of dark red eyes, staring right at me through the mirror. It was filled with so much hate. Chanyeol, I thought, that I wouldn’t be able to see another day. I was so out of it. I knew that it wasn’t just a mere figure of my imagination. I woke up the next morning, back in the house. Everything was where it should have been, untouched and it was as if I hadn’t took a step out of the house, almost as if last night…didn’t happen.”
11:20 pm, Sunday.
#14-13, Chanyeol’s apartment.
They stepped into the warm apartment, taking off their shoes and placing them neatly on the shoe rack.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have some leftovers in the fridge, I could re-heat them up for you.”
“No, it’s fine Yeol. I just need to get some sleep.” He nods, before walking towards the bedroom.
“There’s some spare clothes in the wardrobe. There’s even some spare underwear if you need them. I’ll-I’ll leave you alone to get some sleep.”
“Where are you going?” Voice confused as Baekhyun saw him grab a pillow off the bed and hugging them between his arms.
“I’ll be outside on the couch, I didn’t thought you’ll be comfortable in sharing the bed with me since you might need some time alone…to yourself. Don’t mind me…I’m fine with sleeping on the couch.” He grins.
“Don’t be silly. You can stay here in this room. Stay with me. I-I don’t think I can sleep here in this big room all by myself. Please. You promised that you’ll never leave me alone.” Without much hesitation, he climbed beneath the bedsheets and laid on his side as he pats the empty space beside him. Amused, Baekhyun slipped under the covers and moved his body closer towards the warmth radiating from Chanyeol’s body, their bodies fitting perfectly.
“Goodnight, Baekhyun. I love you.”
“Goodnight, Chanyeol. I love you too and…thank you.”
Part 2
Length: 12,212 words
Pairing: Baekhyun/D.O., side!Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When love becomes an obsession, things start to go out of hand.
Warnings: slight!bondage, character death, slight!dub-con
Author's Note: It's my first time writing a fan-fiction of such genre, so, I really wished it didn't come out as confusing or weird. Just a little tip, pay close attention to the time in bold.
Part 1
9:30 pm, Friday.
Knuckles turned a pale shade as Baekhyun gripped the white bed sheets of the hotel room tightly and body arched as the continuous slamming against his prostrate continued, intensity reaching its climax, and mind clouded with lust. Harsh deep breathings, the sound of skin against skin and soft strings of curses filled the quiet hotel room. The dark night sky and the bustling night life of the city became the witness to their little love scene. It was a beautiful moment, one that cannot be described. Hot breaths lingered near Baekhyun’s collarbone as Chanyeol moved in an animalistic pace, the ice cold feeling when the tip of his tongue traced a path down from the side of Baekhyun’s jawline towards his torso. Fingers were teasingly touching every part of him that was exposed, in the most indecent way possible. As the pace quickened, he tugged at Chanyeol’s brown auburn locks, before pulling him into an intense exchange. Excitement and deep pleasure grew deep within them, both lost in that short moment of delirium, as they made their release. White cum, staining the pure white hotel sheets as well as their torso while Chanyeol rides himself dry, a throaty moan so rough and husky left his lips as the high become too overwhelming. Soft lips left Baekhyun’s, leaving a trail of feathery kisses along the inner side of his thighs, licking up the remnants of the cum that leaked out.
“Baekhyun, I love you.” The affectionate and gentle kisses felt against Baekhyun’s own pair as they immerse themselves in the slow and sensual pace, lips not parting. A smile stretched across Chanyeol’s face, in between the playful kisses, bodies still connected. A gentle tug of his bottom lip was felt before they sucked playfully on each other’s tongues. Baekhyun looked up into his eyes and saw those tantalizing eyes. They were both infatuated with each other. It was evident in those little smiles, and gentle gazes that may seem so insignificant to the eyes of an outsider. But, despite the overflowing euphoria and intimacy shared between them, they were fully mindful of the naked truth that lies within their fictitious world they’ve created. This relationship they shared was going out of line. Baekhyun was taken by another man, a fiancé, waiting back home for his return.
“Chanyeol, I love you so much but you know that all of this,” his fingers grazed lightly against Chanyeol’s soft cheeks “…is wrong. I have a fiancé, Chanyeol. And here I am in this bed, making love to you, when all of this should not be happening.” Silence ensued between them, and the air around became tensed. “I think I should leave. Kyungsoo is waiting for me back home and I shouldn’t be here with you and spending the night.” Baekhyun pushed him away gently, staggering slowly to grab the clothes that were scattered on the floor before slowly making his way to the hotel bathroom. However, Baekhyun was caught in the moment when he was suddenly pinned against the cold walls, trapped between lean arms.
“Baekhyun, I need you to understand that I love you so much and I want you by my side. Leave him and run away with me, we will spend our lives together and I promise you that I will love you unconditionally. We could get married and leave everything behind us. Let’s start anew, just you and me. Think about it,” the look of despair evidently reflected in him.
“Give me time to think this through, Yeol. Things aren’t that simple.” Heaving out a deep sigh, Baekhyun pushed his way out of Chanyeol’s firm grasp, and wore the remains of his clothes, not being bothered with the buttons of the white shirt before rushing out the hotel door. His pace hastened as the guilt enveloped him. He took out the phone that was tucked into the front pockets of his jeans, and took notice of the numerous missed calls and messages, all from the one person that haunts him and his conscious.
Do Kyungsoo.
11:15 pm, Friday.
Their shared home located at the far end of the street, requires one to travel past many blocks of houses before reaching the brown bricked terrace. Streetlamps lighted up the empty street with an eerie white glow, not a soul could be found walking down the streets, many falling into a deep slumber.
The silence of the night was almost deafening. After a long drive down the tranquil neighbourhood, a glimpse of the terrace came into view. Baekhyun drove the car into the garage, not before noticing the very dim light illuminating the master bedroom. Taking a quick glance into the rear-view mirror, smoothing down the creases on his pressed shirt, and running his slender finger, coursing through his hair to rid of the strayed and messed up hairdo. The car ignition was switched off and the headlights dimmed slowly before stepping out into the now dark car garage with only the accompaniment of the small bulb hanging directly above. Opening the door that led to the living room, it was pitch dark and silent, the eeriness of the house crept up his spine, and sending chills down his back as the cold encircled his entire being. A gush of cold breeze blew across my face as I entered the dark living room, despite the closed doors and windows. Stowing away the jittery feelings, Baekhyun closed the door behind him and staggered slowly through the darkness, fingers grazing lightly against the walls that lead him back to their bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, the creaking of the floorboards broke the deadly silence.
“Hello? Who’s there?” his hushed voice echoed in the vacant space.
”Hello?” there was neither response nor sound. Deciding that it was probably another figment of his imagination, Baekhyun turned a deaf ear, and continued making his way up the flight of stairs. Unlocking the door to the bedroom, Kyungsoo was sleeping soundly on the bed, his chest heaving up and down regularly. Fingers made its way along the line of buttons running down the pressed shirt, while unzipping the zippers on the jeans, discarding them at an unknown corner of the room, before stepping into the shower to rinse the stickiness and stench.
11:40 pm, Friday.
Staring at his own reflection in the fogged up mirror, his upper lip curled up in disdain at their wretched relationship. The silver band still wrapped around his ring finger, diamond glimmering brightly under the fluorescent lights.
‘Leave him and run away with me, we will spend our lives together… Let’s start anew, just you and me. Think about it.’
Chanyeol’s voice replayed in his mind like a broken record for the umpteenth time that night. Mind cluttered and his conscious was lured into the room of self-denial that the thought of leaving Kyungsoo hadn’t crossed his mind. Many times have he questioned - When would all this façade last? He reasoned to himself that it was about time to put an end to this false front and eventually granting Kyungsoo a life he deserve.
A life without him.
12:00 am, Saturday.
The minute hands strikes 12 and the old grandfather clock chimed, permeating through the deadly silence. The steel gears of the fragile antique slid against each other. Kyungsoo soulless eyes bore into Baekhyun’s own, leaning at the edge of the bathroom door, face exhibiting no emotions. He was startled and a soft squeak left his lips as he felt his arm muscles contract at the sudden adrenaline rush causing his fingers to grip onto the towel harder.
“Shit, damn it Kyungsoo! Don’t ever do that! You scared the hell out of me.” Kyungsoo tilted his head to the side before a smirk lingered at the edge of his lips. He turned around, broad shoulders faced Baekhyun as he stalked his way back towards their shared bed. Kyungsoo ruffled his hair, dishevelled, as he tucked himself between the ivory bedsheets. His eyes were now dark and hazed with lust.
“Kyungsoo? Are you alright?”
“How about you stop talking and join me in bed, darling. I missed you.” The smirk on his face not faltering, rather he was behaving far from his normal innocent self, the sultry voice leaving those plump heart shaped lips. As if in a trance, Baekhyun found him complying with Kyungsoo’s request and took small steps towards the bed, joining him. His hands found its way beneath the ivory bedsheets, tracing the lines of Baekhyun’s torso with the pad of his finger against the soft material of the thin tank top.
“You were late. Where were you?” his body crept closer towards mine, breathing out hot air against my neck, ministrations continuing as his fingers trailed lower to the band of my black boxers, threatening to slip his fingers beneath it.
I gulped, as the heat travelled down, “I-I met some friends. From h-highschool, it was just s-some reunion.” I lied. His fingers made its way beneath the waistband, teasing the skin beneath.
Baekhyun felt himself tittering at the edge of pleasure, as his fiancé took out his finger from beneath the band and fingers wrapped around his clothed cock, squeezing it gently within his grasp from time to time.
“You like this don’t you, darling?” the tip of his tongue lapping at the back of Baekhyun’s earlopes, biting and tugging at it softly.
“Do you want me to continue? I could either make you feel so good tonight, or, you can handle this baby here all on your own?” Baekhyun’s breath chocked as Kyungsoo tugged at the clothed cock slightly, nails digging into the thin material.
“P-please.” A breathy whisper left his lips as Baekhyun struggled to form a coherent sentence.
“What did you say? I can’t hear you.” His lips now lingered against Baekhyun’s jawline, leaving featherlike kisses against the sensitive skin. Every touch, sending a jolt through Baekhyun’s entire being.
“P-please touch m-me, Soo.”
His lips found Baekhyun’s and ignited a rough and sloppy exchange of kisses, fighting for dominance, lapping and tugging of their tongues, a trail of saliva between their lips as they parted for air. His soft hands pumped the now erected cock at a vicious pace as deep throaty moans left their lips, filling the room with a raunchy melody. Baekhyun had his release the second time that night. Kyungsoo’s fingers left the confines of his boxers, licking up the remnants of the white cum coating his palm while eyes, iris raven black and a reflection of the night sky, gazed into Baekhyun’s own chocolate brown eyes.
“Remember, that I love you, so much. So much that I could die for you, Baekhyun.”
8:00 am, Saturday.
Sunlight seeped through the curtains, Baekhyun stirred in his sleep at the sound of the loud vibrations of his phone. With eyes still closed, he fumbled for the phone that was placed atop the oak wood bedside table.
“Hello?” voice raspy and hoarse.
“Good morning, my love. You sure do sound sexy in the morning, makes me want to do things to you.” Soft chuckles could be heard on the other line. Baekhyun took a glance at the brunette; soft snores left Kyungsoo’s plump lips, arms wrapped around his waist in a possessive hold.
“Chanyeol, what is it that you need to tell me, that you couldn’t wait till later to call me up? I told you not to call me in the morning. It’s…not safe.” Eyes never leaving the sleeping figure beside him, cautious at every movement he makes.
“I just wanted to hear your voice. I-I felt lonely this morning,” there was a short pause, “Just, don’t hang up on me first. Give me a few more minutes and I promise I won’t bother you.” There was complete silence across the line with only the deep in- and exhaling of his breath against the phone.
“I love you, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol’s deep voice resonates through his ears and Baekhyun found himself smiling at the confession as the warm feeling spread throughout his chest.
“I love-“as if on cue, the brunette stirred in his sleep and Kyungsoo’s grip on him tightened. “Baekhyun, you’re awake? Who are you talking to?” he muttered softly against the thin material of his tank top.
Immediately, pressing the glowing red phone icon on the screen , in a haste, Baekhyun placed his phone back on the table, breath hitching and heart beating fast as his questions raced through his mind, the guilt eating him slowly within.
“Y-yeah. Some c-colleague called.” Kyungsoo looked up and smiled. He rose up and release himself from the heap of wrinkled blankets, ruffling his hair and walked towards his side of the bed, bending slightly to lightly peck on Baekhyun’s lips.
“It’s a Saturday, you shouldn’t be working on the weekends, Baek. I’ll go and prepare breakfast.” Baekhyun nodded and watched him walked out of the bedroom. Exhaling all the air he never thought he was holding.
9:30 am, Saturday.
“I heard there is a carnival downtown. So, I was thinking, I mean, I thought- I thought it’ll be fun to, you know…go there? Tonight?” Baekhyun dug into the scrambled eggs with the steel fork and pushing away bits of it to the edges of the plate as the nerves hit him. He couldn’t understand why he was feeling as such. - “…if you didn’t have any plans tonight, maybe we could go to the carnival. You know, have some fun, eat some cotton candy, and take all those rides that gives you that adrenaline rush. Those stuff.”
“Baekhyun, are you asking me out on a date?” Beaming a huge smile, one that radiated off his face, and those heart-shaped lips looking more distinct.
“Yes, I am asking you out on a date. It’s been so long since we’ve-“ Kyungsoo rushed towards Baekhyun, enveloping him in a tight hug, one that would make them seem believable in the public eyes, that they were your typical happy couple leaving in disillusioned fairy tale. He released Baekhyun from the hug before resuming his attention to the scrambled egg and sausages on his plate.
7:00pm, Saturday.
The aroma of cotton candy dawdled in the air of the lively atmosphere. Entangled arms of couples as smiles spread across their faces, eyes twinkling with affection for each other. The shrilling screams of teenagers from the thrilling and scary rides setting the ambience of the carnival. A huge smile spread across his face as he looked around the carnival. His eyes, reflecting the bright neon carnival lights. Time felt short, as they spent their last few hours of their date enjoying each other’s presence.
“Baekhyun, they’re selling those cute animals headbands! Let’s get them!” His eyes, reflecting one of excitement as he pulled Baekhyun by his hands, slender fingers gripping tightly around his, towards the little stall at the corner. He picked up a fluffy brown bear ear headband.
“You can be my handsome fluffy brown teddy bear,” he placed the headband gently on Baekhyun’s head and leaned in, warm breathy voice whispering into his ears “and I could be your sexy kitten…” hot breath lingered along Baekhyun’s already flushed red ears before looking innocently at me, adjusting the cat ears headband on his head, while admiring himself in the mirror.
He passed the cash to the lady mending the stall, before walking away while he hummed to a melody similar to the song that was playing from a distance, pulling Baekhyun by his wrists. His body moving along to the beat, making subtle movements, eyes sending flirtatious glances towards Baekhyun. Kyungsoo took his hand, clasping them tightly before dancing harder along to the beat of the music.
“Come on, dance with me. We can look like fools together…” He smiled a toothless grin, his eyes fixated on Baekhyun’s.
“You’re crazy, Soo.” A smile crept up Baekhyun’s face as they danced along to the beat, dancing as if they were alone in the area. Both of them became oblivious to the growing crowd around them, smiling at their little stunt. A soft tug at his hand, Kyungsoo spun towards Baekhyun as he caught him in his arms, as the song coming from the stereo came to an end. Thunderous and deafening claps echoed in their ears as their eyes met and they stared into each other eyes. Different thoughts probably went through their minds at that point in time. Kyungsoo lifted his head up before leaving a soft gentle peck on Baekhyun’s lips before chuckling and releasing himself from the Baekhyun’s tight hold around his waist.
9:20 pm, Saturday.
“B-baek…t-the bed. Now.” Shoes were kicked away, as Baekhyun lifted him up, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, their lips never parting. His fingers wandered around Baekhyun’s back, nails gently scrapping against the back of his shirt. Clumsily, walking up the stairs, Kyungsoo winced at the rough action as he was slammed onto the cold hard wall along the stairs, their sloppy kiss becoming more intense as he busied himself with the buttons adorning the shirt. Soft whimpers and moans filled the house, as they became brusquer in their actions, both high on lust. It took them awhile before they made it to their shared room, Baekhyun’s shirt unbuttoned as cold fingers ran across his chest, gently thumbing on his nipples, eliciting a deep grunt from him as Kyungsoo was thrown onto the bed. A smirk crept up Kyungsoo’s face, as his fingers slowly unbuckled his belt and tugging his pants and boxers at the same time down to his knees, his hands tantalizingly trailing down his abdomen before touching his cock with his eyes closed and sinful moans left his lips. Baekhyun stood there at the edge of the bed, watching him touch himself while his name left Kyungsoo’s lips sounding arousing, as the heat travelled further down. The temperature around the room felt hotter as Kyungsoo’s fingers went further down, gently teasing himself, as he circled around his hole, fingers gently pressing against the rim, breath hitched as his fingers entered him, one finger at a time, slowly fingering himself.
“Baekhyun,” sinful deep moans elicited out of his lips and filling the room with an arousing tune, “You love seeing me like this don’t y-you? So n-needy…I want you so badly. I n-need…you to fuck me so hard, till I f-forget my own name. M-make me moan and beg like the w-whore I am. P-please.” dirty words were uttered as he fingered himself deep and hard, his other free hands tugging and pulling on his perked nipples. Eyes closed in ecstasy, biting his lower lip as he continued his ministrations. Baekhyun hastily removing every piece of cloth on him, and crawled onto the bed and grabbed his fiancé’s hair, forcing Kyungsoo to look at him. Tracing his fingers along Kyungsoo’s jawline. Baekhyun’s lips finding his red and swollen ones, nibbling gently on his lower lip, tugging and sucking.
“You’re such a whore, Soo. Fingering and touching yourself like this, how desperate,” I chuckled ”…I shall fuck you so hard into this bed, make you moan and shout my name, just the way you like it.” He stopped fingering himself as we engage into another intense kiss, gripping onto each other hair tightly, pulling their bodies closer, as Baekhyun humped into his lower region. He lost all form of control over himself, as he slammed deep into Kyungsoo, enjoying the warmth enveloping his erect cock. The warm hole clenching hard around his, sending him to the edge of pleasure. Pulling himself out at a teasingly slow pace, before slamming into him, making him cry and scream out my name. Tears left his doe like eyes.
“B-baekhyun, please, harder…” He slammed into Kyungsoo’s sweet spot at an inhumanly pace, one hand groping while occasionally slapping hard onto his butt cheeks, while the other palming Kyungsoo’s cock, his fingers, gripping hard onto the white sheets, his back arched. Baekhyun went astray within the euphoria and was on the verge of insanity as the intensity and pleasure grew so overwhelming. The bed creaked at the rough movement as the headboard of the bed slammed against the wall. The room was filled with loud moans, skin against skin, deep breath and grunts echoed in the dark, cold room.
“I-I’m so…c-close…”
“A little bit more, babe. T-together.” A few more hard thrust and their bodies stilled and shuddered slightly at their release, cum spreading all over their torso and staining the sheets. Slow and deep thrust into Kyungsoo’s tight hole as he rides of his release with every drop of Baekhyun’s seeds filling him, some leaking and white liquid trailed down his thighs. Detaching himself from him, Baekhyun grabbed the tissues from the side of the bed to clean up the mess before rolling over to his side and pulling Kyungsoo into his arms.
“Soo?”
“Uhm…”
“Were…were you happy today?” his voice coming out soft, almost inaudible.
“I have never felt as happy as I was today.” Kyungsoo turned around to face him, looking deep into his eyes. ”Thank you so much for today…I love you, Baekhyun. I will always love you.” Kyungsoo smiled before pecking his lips. The words were stuck deep in Baekhyun throat, heart feeling heavy as the guilt filled him for the umpteenth time. He couldn’t bring himself to tell him those 3 simple yet meaningful words.
“Let’s sleep. You’re tired.” He nods his head as Baekhyun kissed his forehead.
11:45 pm, Saturday.
You deserve someone better, I’m sorry but this is the best way for you to move on from me.
Baekhyun took one last glance at his sleeping figure and the engagement ring placed by the bedside table. The faint glow of the moonlight against his face, his expression so peaceful. Baekhyun grabbed the black bag that was filled with clothes packed earlier before they left for the carnival. Leaving the room, and closing the door to the shared bedroom, quietly making his way down the flight of stairs and towards the garage, careful not to make too much of a sound. Starting the engine, he drove off onto the road, cruising further away from the house. Glancing at the side mirror of his car, a glimpse of a looming dark silhouette stood by the doorway of their house. Baekhyun turned around back to the front door of their house, but the dark figure was nowhere in sight.
“I’m imagining things again.” He sighed before driving off, passing by the row of houses, lights all switched off.
12:00 am, Sunday.
The soft music from the radio echoed in the car. Baekhyun was getting tired, his arms and legs felt weak, as he broke out into cold sweat. His visions blurred as he squinted his eyes to get a better view of what was in front of him. The traffic light slowly changed from a deep bright red to a luminous green. It felt like he was in a trance, feet not stepping onto the pedals and the sound of honking cars behind him went deaf. His eyes were fixated at an empty space, thoughts drifted away, as images of Kyungsoo’s smiling face appeared before his mind like a broken record. A sharp stinging pain seared through his veins as he clutched his head in despair, hoping that the pain would fade. The tips of his fingers went cold as he leaned against the headrest, salvaging the very last of his sanity.
Dark red eyes staring at him through the windshield mirror, eyes so sinister and full of evil, were the last images that retained in his mind before he fell into the darkness and lost complete conscious.
8:00 am, Sunday.
Baekhyun woke up in a jolt, body drenched in perspiration, as he sat upright, in and exhaling deep gulps of breath. The doorknob ruttled, and Kyungsoo stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, hair still soaked and the scent of fresh mint after shave filled the room.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Kyungsoo smiled before slipping off the towel from his waist, leaving him bare-naked. He bent over to grab his boxers from the bottom shelf, exposing all of him in clear sight. I gulped and turned away, mind a mess, similar to the state of the white bed sheets beneath me.
“I’ll be making pancakes for breakfast.” He whispered. The subtle slap of the rubber against his waist and the rustling of soft material echoed in the room, filling the silence between us. Faint footsteps were heard, and Kyungsoo stopped at the side of the bed, the pad of his fingers, cold and smooth, grazed lightly against Baekhyun’s chin, tilting his head, eyes meeting.
Kyungsoo was wearing an oversized t-shirt, reaching the middle of his thighs, exposing every inch of skin untouched by the material. He smirked and left a gentle kiss on Baekhyun’s lips, before turning around and closing the door to their shared bedroom shut, leaving Baekhyun alone in the almost white bedroom. He laid his head back on the pillow, and closed his eyes. A sudden thought slipped through his mind as he rushed towards the wardrobe, slipping on the white blankets while in a haste. He stood rooted to the ground, swirls of confusion filled his mind and many questions unanswered.
Everything was back in its original position. Shirts orderly arranged according to colours, hats orderly placed in its shelf, belts lined nicely along the racks. Car keys placed nicely on the dresser, along with his wallet and phone. Things seemed to be left untouched. Just like how it was a few hours ago.
‘Was my mind playing tricks on me and that everything that happened was just another mere fictional imagination?’
10:00 pm, Sunday.
“Chanyeol…c-can you pick me up tonight at the park? Please.”
“I’ll meet you there in an hour…Baekhyun?”
“Y-yes?”
“You’re worrying me and I’m afraid that I might lose you. J-just don’t do anything rash. I love you.” The comfortable silence hung in the air.
“I love you too.”
(Call ended: 9:30 pm)
The eerie tune that echoed throughout the hallway came to a stop, and the door to the basement unlocked, the keys clinking together as Kyungsoo locked the door behind him. Footsteps echoed as he walked up the stairwell leading to the basement and shuffled to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He was acting indifferently. Jaw tensed and eyes, expressionless and dark. Lips tinted red.
“Kyungsoo, what were you-“
“It’s none of your business, Baekhyun.” He snapped.
“I-I was just asking. Calm down, Soo.” His eyes staring right through Baekhyun’s as he gulped down the cool liquid down his throat. He turned around before dragging his feet towards the living room and straddled himself over Baekhyun’s lap. He left a trail of kissed along Baekhyun’s jawline while fingers busied themselves with the buttons along Baekhyun’s shirt.
“Soo…stop. I don’t feel like doing this tonight.” His expression alternated from one of confusion, broken and anger. He lifted himself off Baekhyun’s lap before walking off to the bedroom, the hard slam of the door resonated throughout the quiet two-storied house. The air was tensed as frustration built up within them.
“Damn this!” throwing the pillow held in his arms towards the television screen before him and tugging at a tuft of his hair tightly within his fingers. Baekhyun leaned his head back against the sofa watching the minute hand of the grandfather clock at the corner of the room, tick by.
11:00 pm, Sunday.
Baekhyun locked the back door behind him as he sneaked out of the house, carrying only his valuables in hand, leaving everything else in the house. There he stood in the backyard, engulfed by the sudden darkness of the night. Bushes of dark red roses with sharp thorns lined along the walls of the house, the soft rustling of the leaves echoed in the windy cool air. He ran as quickly as possible, towards the park located a few blocks away. The streetlamps lined along the sidewalks, lighted up the pathway with a dim yellow glow, a black Mercedes parked by the sidewalk of the park came into sight. Tuft of brown auburn locks peeked from underneath the baseball cap, while adorning a black shirt and ripped blue jeans, staring into blank space.
“Chanyeol!” Drifting away from his little reverie, he turned around and a grin spread across his face. Chanyeol pulled him into his arms, hugging me tightly, restraining Baekhyun’s movements while in his hold.
“Chanyeol…l-let’s go. It’s still not safe here since I’m only a few blocks away from home.” Chanyeol let him go, opening the car door for Baekhyun to enter before making it over to the driver’s seat and spurring the car to life. It didn’t take long for Chanyeol to skid off from the sidewalk and sped off down the road and out into the main street.
“Would you care to explain to me what happened?”
Sighing, Baekhyun’s fingers fidgeted and played around with the top button of his shirt, “It’s…a long story.”
“It’s okay. I’ve got all the time you need.”
The engine revving filled in the silence as Baekhyun pondered whether telling Chanyeol would be a right thing to do.
“Baekhyun? It’s okay if you’re not comfortable in telling it to me now.”
“I’ve-I’ve been imagining things recently. To be specific, it all happened, after that night when we were together. Kyungsoo, has been acting weird since then as well. I’ve been hearing noises, seeing silhouettes, and imagining myself being in a situation that seemed so real - but fictional all at the same time.”
“What do you mean, by it being fictional?”
“When you called me that morning, I’ve decided to leave him. To let him be free of all this misery I’m putting him into. He doesn’t deserve to be cheated on. So, I left the house, took the car and drove off…then there was this dark silhouette standing outside our front porch. It was as if whatever it was, it was staring right at me, watching me leave. I could feel its eyes on me. When I turned back, the silhouette disappeared.” I took a deep breath and looked out the car window, a sense of deja vu played in mind, as I tried to recollect every single detail of last night.
“Then it happened, at 12:00 am sharp. And…and I felt this presence around me as I drove down this very same road…I felt- I felt so suffocated. It was so painful. The pain that ran through my head, it was pounding and there was this chill, piercing through my skin. My fingertips were ice cold, Chanyeol. I was at stuck at this very junction…” the car came to a stop as I watched the red neon light glowing brightly in contrast to the dark night, “-my visions blurred. For that last few seconds before I went unconscious, I looked into the windshield mirror, and-and,…” the words were stuck in my throat as the image replayed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.
“Baekhyun? Baby, it’s okay…relax. You don’t have to tell me-“
“I saw…-this pair of dark red eyes, staring right at me through the mirror. It was filled with so much hate. Chanyeol, I thought, that I wouldn’t be able to see another day. I was so out of it. I knew that it wasn’t just a mere figure of my imagination. I woke up the next morning, back in the house. Everything was where it should have been, untouched and it was as if I hadn’t took a step out of the house, almost as if last night…didn’t happen.”
11:20 pm, Sunday.
#14-13, Chanyeol’s apartment.
They stepped into the warm apartment, taking off their shoes and placing them neatly on the shoe rack.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have some leftovers in the fridge, I could re-heat them up for you.”
“No, it’s fine Yeol. I just need to get some sleep.” He nods, before walking towards the bedroom.
“There’s some spare clothes in the wardrobe. There’s even some spare underwear if you need them. I’ll-I’ll leave you alone to get some sleep.”
“Where are you going?” Voice confused as Baekhyun saw him grab a pillow off the bed and hugging them between his arms.
“I’ll be outside on the couch, I didn’t thought you’ll be comfortable in sharing the bed with me since you might need some time alone…to yourself. Don’t mind me…I’m fine with sleeping on the couch.” He grins.
“Don’t be silly. You can stay here in this room. Stay with me. I-I don’t think I can sleep here in this big room all by myself. Please. You promised that you’ll never leave me alone.” Without much hesitation, he climbed beneath the bedsheets and laid on his side as he pats the empty space beside him. Amused, Baekhyun slipped under the covers and moved his body closer towards the warmth radiating from Chanyeol’s body, their bodies fitting perfectly.
“Goodnight, Baekhyun. I love you.”
“Goodnight, Chanyeol. I love you too and…thank you.”
Part 2