baekyeol drabble dump
Just some old things I've written a long time ago...
He never changes | pg | 742w | band!verse
Chanyeol wants his roommate back.
“Baekhyun, ehi, Baekhyun-ah.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“No, you’re not, you wouldn’t answer me if you were.”
“Go back to your bed Chanyeol.”
“But I have to walk through the alley, it’s too cold.”
“You could’ve stayed in your bed then.”
“Baekhyun…”
“Hyung, I have early rehearsal tomorrow. I want to sleep.”
“Sorry, Sehun-ah.”
“See, you’re bothering Sehun. Go to your own room, Chanyeol!”
“But Baekhyun…”
“Hyuuuuung.”
They both shut up. Sehun hides under the covers and starts snoring almost immediately.
Baekhyun wants to do the same, but he silently waits first, senses on alert, trying to hear the sounds of Chanyeol’s footsteps. He doesn’t hear anything. Chanyeol is still there.
He wants to ignore his friend, do like Sehun did and bask in the protection of his duvet, far from Chanyeol’s whines. If he goes back to sleep Chanyeol will eventually get tired and go back to his own room and bed.
Except he can’t ignore Chanyeol, probably standing awkwardly near his bed, maybe even shivering from the cold because it’s still March, and the alley could be a suitable habitat for polar bears right now. It snowed yesterday.
Why are you on his side, mind? Everyone is ganging up against me and it’s way too early for all this crap.
He knows he’ll regret this. He only wants to check if Chanyeol has at least brought a jacket with him. If he has one, he’s warm enough and Baekhyun can go back to his rehearsal-free dreams with no second thoughts.
Chanyeol doesn’t have a jacket. He’s shivering and looking hopefully at Baekhyun like a little puppy in need of cuddles. Baekhyun blames karma for everything and makes space in his bed.
Chanyeol is cold and his first reaction is to clamp his arms and legs around Baekhyun’s body to absorb all his warmth.
“Aish, your feet are cold.”
“Because you fucking kept me waiting.”
“Let go, you’re holding too tight!”
A mumbling sound coming from Sehun’s side of the room makes them freeze, and Chanyeol uses Baekhyun’s sudden weakness at his advantage, latching onto him even tighter than before.
“You’re still too cold.”
Chanyeol just nuzzles his nose on Baekhyun’s cheek, and his feet may be freezing but his breath is still hot on Baekhyun’s skin.
“Chanyeol.”
“Yes?”
“You shouldn’t have agreed to switching roommates if you’re not able to sleep without me holding your hand like a little princess.”
“Don’t you miss me at night?”
“The only thing I miss at night is my sleep.”
“I miss it too.”
“Then go back to your bed and we can both sleep.”
“Jongin snores. You never snored. You held my hand until I fell asleep. Please hold my hand so we can both fall asleep.”
“Chanyeol, there’s no way I can go back to sleep after being woken up and attacked by your frozen limbs. Tomorrow you’ll talk with manager-nim and we’re switching room again, we can’t afford to lose our precious rest hours like this.”
“So, you’re not going to sleep now?”
“Are you deaf? I can’t. I’m already awake now!”
“Ok. Listen, Baekhyun. Do you want to…?”
“Here? Are you crazy? Sehun’s sleeping in the other bed.”
“That’s right. He’s sleeping. And we’re not. You know how that always relaxes us.”
“Chanyeol, I don’t think we should… It’s inappropriate and…”
“Ok hyungs, I don’t want to hear anything else. I’m going to sleep on Chanyeol’s bed. I fucking hate you both.”
Sehun is out in a flash, he almost breaks the door when he slams it. Everyone surely heard that.
“Ah, what a spoiled brat! I’ll make him apologize to us in the morning.”
It won’t go like that. Tomorrow, Kyungsoo will corner Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They’ll have to beg to avoid a slow and painful death. A tired Sehun is a grumpy Sehun, and a grumpy Sehun is snarky and annoying to a soon depressed Jongin, both of them make Joonmyeon worry and Kyungsoo simply doesn’t like to see sad faces around him. And it’s Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s fault, in the end.
Scratch that, thinks Baekhyun, it’s Chanyeol’s fault and I have nothing to do with any of this.
“So, do you want to continue from where we left on, Baekhyun?”
If Chanyeol does what he wants, they’ll be loud enough to wake up the entire dorms, and no amount of begging will convince Kyungsoo that it’s only Chanyeol’s fault and Baekhyun is innocent.
“Yes, I do.”
Baekhyun is never innocent.
Like glass I break | R | 1075w | mentions of underage sex
Chanyeol is the good stepbrother and Baekhyun is the bad one.
It’s in Chanyeol’s hands, and in the way he lets the younger boy handle him like he’s made of glass.
He is not, and his previous lovers know it very well. Baekhyun likes to experiment, likes his sex rough and fast. He fucks like he talks, dirty and without a single care about his partner’s pleasure or his personal safety. He bites, he scratches, he crosses his fingers inside his lover’s ass with a hurry that borders on violence. Baekhyun turns the simplest act of lovemaking into a war, his body a bloodthirsty army.
He wouldn’t have bet a single buck on Chanyeol. He hates his kind. Sweet, caring, clumsy math geek. They’re even lower than catholic school girls on his to-fuck list. Those, at least, are only innocent on the exterior. How many proper little ladies has he fucked on the backseat of his car? Whispering dirty things in their ears, making them come thinking about how naughty they’re being together? Chanyeol would probably have a fit if he ever heard Baekhyun talking to him like that.
“Have you ever been kissed?” he asks, one day, after falling on Chanyeol’s pristine sheets. It’s a funny contrast, Chanyeol’s light blue duvet smelling of detergent and home against Baekhyun’s dirty jeans, which have seen so many club pavements that Baekhyun doesn’t even remember their original color.
Chanyeol is studying, but at Baekhyun’s question his head perks up and he blushes too much for this to be funny.
Baekhyun’s voice is sweet and poisonous. “You haven’t!”
Of course he hasn’t. He spends all his time with his nose planted in a book.
“Did you touch yourself, at least once? Are you even a teenager?”
“Hyung, I don’t think it’s…”
Baekhyun follows the line of Chanyeol’s throat with his fingers and doesn’t miss the way his lips part when the point of his painted nail skips Chanyeol’s chin to grace his mouth.
“You should finish your homework. Mommy is already disappointed enough because of me, no need to make her worry about you too.”
Baekhyun could go back, stroke Chanyeol’s cock in his hands and make him come on his Literature II’s textbook. Chanyeol would die happy, at least. He forces himself to get out of his stepbrother’s room before Chanyeol’s mother finds out that her devious stepson has been trying to taint her little, perfect baby.
Baekhyun has never been good at keeping his hands for himself. He was the kind of kid that touched everything, even more so if he had been warned not to do it.
That’s probably why your mom left, said one of the bullies back in elementary school after beating Baekhyun up when he found out that his favorite bench had been occupied. Baekhyun had fought back. Arm broken and a week of suspension for both of them, but he had never forgotten, nor forgiven, that kid’s triumphant smirk as they were separated by a teacher. Ten years and three months later, he fucks that same mouth in the school bathroom, digging his fingers in Jongdae’s scalp and coming unmercifully down his throat. He leaves right after that, and Kim Jongdae can nurse that erection on his own. Revenge is sweet.
He doesn’t know if it’s a natural reaction to his stepmother’s constant nagging to stay away from her son, or if Chanyeol is just that endearing. He doesn’t like math geeks, but he finds himself entranced by his brother’s innocence. He doesn’t understand if Chanyeol is just naïve or plain stupid. Doesn’t he know about Baekhyun’s reputation? He must know, everybody knows. And Baekhyun is not exactly subtle when he shamelessly plays with his stepbrother. It’s playing, not flirting, because he’s not serious about Chanyeol.
That’s why he doesn’t expect it, when his stepbrother kisses him on his bed. Would’ve been anyone else he would’ve taken control, right now, plunged his tongue in Chanyeol’s mouth to taste him all over. It’s Chanyeol’s first kiss, and he lets him have his way.
“Was it good?”
Chanyeol’s hiding his nose in Baekhyun’s shoulder. It’s a little ticklish, and mostly warm. Chanyeol’s ears are scarlet.
Baekhyun hugs him. “Yes, it was.”
He’s torn between giving Chanyeol the cold shower and fucking him, right there. Because that’d be more in his character. If you can’t fuck them, and fuck them now, they’re useless and you don’t even have to bother talking to them. It’s not a very poetic motto, but it’s his own.
Chanyeol makes him feel giddy and repulsed at the same time.
He tries to give him the cold shower, ignores his puppy eyes and goes out to find a good distraction. When he comes back, he smells of cheap alcohol and strong cologne, the scratches at the base of his back sting. The room to Chanyeol’s door is closed, silently taunting him. Chanyeol’s probably still reading, he can see a little ray of light seeping from under the door.
If he can’t leave him alone he can at least fuck him, he thinks. He’s inside in a heartbeat, jumping on Chanyeol’s form lumped under the covers. Chanyeol gives a startled yelp and let fall both the book and the flashlight he was using. They waits for the sound of nervous steps, meaning that Chanyeol’s mom has woken up and she’s coming to check on her precious child. The house is silent.
“You scared me,” sighs Chanyeol, “and you almost broke my glasses.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Aren’t you cold? Come inside,” he says, holding the sheets raised for him to tuck himself in.
Baekhyun gives a look at his ratty jeans.
“Pull them off.”
This could be a scene of his normal fuck-and-go routine, and wasn’t his intention exactly that one? Undress, fuck, rinse, repeat.
He sneaks in the bed, cuddling against Chanyeol.
“You’re so warm.”
Chanyeol tucks Baekhyun’s head against his neck and hugs him.
Is this a brotherly hug? Baekhyun doesn’t know.
Chanyeol kisses his neck.
“This is not very brotherly, Chanyeol.”
“You’re not my brother.”
“I wouldn’t fuck a nerd like you even if you were the last man on this planet.”
“Shut up, hyung.”
Chanyeol treats him like he’s made of glass. His touches are light, his gestures saccharine and cheesy. Baekhyun’s screams of impatience, of more naked skin, more heated kisses, more sex and now I want you now stay trapped inside his mind.
He wants to run away, but Chanyeol is too warm.
Escaping gravity | pg13 | 1412w | band!verse, future!fic
Baekhyun's gift to Chanyeol for their anniversary is a date on top of Tokyo Tower.
Tokyo Tower shines against the fog. It’s pink.
“I thought it was red, it’s always red in the photos.”
“It’s because of the Olympic games, next year. Sometimes they light it blue, or pink, we can’t see the digits from here but there should be a big shining 2020.”
“Oh, it’s a pity.”
“Don’t worry, tomorrow will be red again. If you want, we can sneak out while the manager isn’t looking and go to see it.”
Chanyeol smiles, but deep inside he knows that Baekhyun’s proposal is unrealistic.
It’s been seven years from their debut, and they can’t go out alone anymore. After Sehun’s incident with the sasaeng fans two years ago, the management decided that even walking on the streets was too dangerous for them. The tall, serious man in a suit who’s standing outside their door has become a permanent feature in their lives.
He and Baekhyun haven’t had a real date in ages. Chanyeol wonders how romantic could it be now with the bodyguard standing awkwardly behind them, but the truth is that, even before the incident, they were too nervous to go out.
They were scared of cameras and phone, ready to capture every smile, every gesture, every moment of their lives. They were scared of cars that always seemed to follow them. They were scared of hotel staff and waiters at the restaurant. They were scared of every single person they met on the street, as if they could somehow sense that something dreadful was going to happen.
“Baekhyun,” asks Chanyeol, an echo of melancholy in his voice, “I’m sick of my life being a showcase.”
Baekhyun doesn’t even answer and Chanyeol doesn’t blame him. After all, Chanyeol has trained entire years just to be like this, and now the dream has bit him with vengeance becoming a nightmare.
Baekhyun was caught in the shining net of the entertainment world by chance. He literally fell on a dark, alluring trap and Chanyeol doesn’t want to feel happy knowing that his lover is the contrary of happy. How sick is that he’s actually relieved that Baekhyun is sad and frustrated, but at least Chanyeol is not alone in this. He can still take Baekhyun’s hand in his own during concerts to intertwine their fingers together and hold tight pretending that it’s fanservice.
He can hear the screams of the little girls, shouting that it’s real, baekyeol is real, chanbaek is real, but he also knows what other people will think.
It’s all façade, putting on your best smile and sliding your hand down your bandmate’s face, pretending to whisper things in his ear, things that will make him blush only to fool us into believing in a pretty lie, but we’re not falling for it.
Well, he wants to snarl into everyone’s staid faces, it’s actually real. Every time you think I’m pretending to whisper dirty things in his ear, I’m actually saying what I’d like to do to him if you fuckers weren’t in the way.
Every touch, every smile, every word we exchange has a meaning.
It’s not only Baekhyun. He means everything he does, every little interaction he has with the rest of the group. Be it a smile for Yifan or a hug for Kyungsoo or taking Jongdae and carrying him bridal style around the stage. People say that the chemistry in the group is mostly faked, but they’re real.
Chanyeol wants to shout it to the world.
We’re real. You, all of you, are making us fake.
“You’re thinking too much, Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun’s voice is soothing, his hands are light on Chanyeol’s temple, fresh. No matter how strong the headache is, Baekhyun’s hands on his face can delete every worry. For now.
“If you worry too much you’ll get all wrinkly and the managers will go crazy to find you a job in the next famous drama because no female actress will want to kiss you.”
He meets Baekhyun’s laugh halfway and pulls him into his lap. They’ve learnt by now that they can’t make a mess when they’re staying in a hotel. The cleaning lady will see the sheets, she’ll talk, fanaccounts will end up all over the internet. They’ve been scolded too many times.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers in Baekhyun’s ear, “for real.”
“Do you want the bodyguard to hear us?”
Trust Baekhyun, the devious kinky shit, to guess everything.
“I have a better idea, Chanyeol…”
“Ok guys, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Jongin is, strangely enough, the most worried out of them. Sehun just laughs and claps his hands like a little child, and suddenly everyone is relieved. They’ll never forget the hospital and the blood and the rehab, but Sehun is still their careless child and the hyungs can fuss over him and smile.
Lu Han nudges Joonmyeon, but they’ve already said everything with their shared glance. “I think, as a leader, that we should do it.”
“Shut up hyung, we all know you already miss you warm bed,” flashes Kyungsoo as he takes the scarf.
“I’ve got the face masks,” shouts Jongdae, barging into the room, “so they won’t recognize us!”
“Yes, because eleven guys walking together won’t attract a lot of attention, are you even listening to me?”
Sehun is the only one who listen and bothers to answer him. “Come on, Jongin, live a little! At least it’s raining really hard, and it’s late. No one will be around!”
“Did you see my umbrella?” asks Minseok, looking outside the window. “You can share with me, Baozi,” supplies Lu Han with a blinding smile.
Zitao forcefully squeezes an amused Yixing inside a raincoat, while Jongdae stuffs a beanie on his head. “We can’t risk you getting sick, ge, you have to be very careful!”
“Yah, guys,” everyone stops at Chanyeol’s anxious cry, “I think we have a problem.”
They have so many managers now that they don’t even know all of their names, but the one who enters the hotel room has been managing them for years now, since the beginning. They freeze, waiting for the scolding. They’ve been caught red-handed after all.
Only Baekhyun smiles at the manager. “It’s alright, hyung will cover for us while we’re away, right?” He’s answered with a stern look and a quick “Just be careful.”
They scamper away, out of the hotel. Baekhyun leads them towards a secondary exit, explaining that there’ll be a taxi waiting for them.
“We’re going out in groups, another taxi will come in a few minutes. Let’s see each other at Shinbashi Station!”
He never leaves Chanyeol’s hands as they run on the stairs. Chanyeol holds tight.
“I’m sorry if it’s not red.”
“Maybe I like it more like this, pink.”
Tokyo’s sky is never dark, even when it’s so late at night. Rain has stopped, but the fog that covers the city like a grey vault is still there. Tokyo’s endless light reflects on it, making it feel like the metropolis is surrounded by an eternal, wistful twilight.
Chanyeol doesn’t mind that he can’t see the stars, but he hates that he can’t kiss Baekhyun.
“I can see our hotel from here!”
“Ge, can you take a photo of me?”
“Take a photo of us, together!”
The rest of the group is having a lot of fun, right on the top of Tokyo Tower. They seem just like a group of tourists on vacation, and no one has taken out his phone to snap a picture of them so Chanyeol assumes it’s safe enough. Still, he can’t take the risk.
Baekhyun calls the others with a nod. “Why don’t you take your photo here?”
Jongdae smiles a knowing smile, Sehun smirks. Baekhyun stops Chanyeol from going on the front.
“What?”
“We’re hiding behind them, silly, come down here.”
His hand on Chanyeol’s neck pulls him down, their figures covered by the whole group of the other members, and Chanyeol suddenly understands.
No one can see them. The beautiful Tokyo scenery, silent lights shining against a glowing sky, is behind them. In front of them, the rest of EXO shields the couple from intrusive stares.
Baekhyun’s smile is as beautiful as the first time he’s seen it.
“Happy anniversary, Chanyeol.”
“Our anniversary was last week,” he blows against Baekhyun’s lips, before he leans down and-
“Shut up and kiss him,” replies Kyungsoo. The others laughs. Yixing pretends to take the photo again, and again, and again.
I will only follow the path that leads me to you | pg-13 | character death | band!verse, future!fic
A week after the storm, Chanyeol gets out of the house
“Chanyeol? Chanyeol. You can’t stop answering the phone.”
“Chanyeol, we’re worried about you.”
“The manager called and said you’re not coming tomorrow, too.”
“Chanyeol, how are you coping?”
“Chanyeol. Just. Please open the door.”
“Chanyeol, it’s tomorrow.”
“You should’ve been there.”
Chanyeol doesn’t attend Byun Baekhyun’s funeral. It was a car crash, by the way. He didn’t suffer.
The rest of EXO is there. Baekhyun’s family is there. Chanyeol is not.
The managers call, the seniors call, Lee Soo Man calls.
Chanyeol doesn’t answer, listens to each and every message until there’s only static noise in his ears. He switches off the phone, but the silence is with him in every room, every corner of the flat he shared with Baekhyun. They didn’t live together officially, Baekhyun still has, had, his own apartment in Gangnam, but it was an unspoken agreement between of them that Chanyeol’s house was more comfortable and Baekhyun should’ve just slept there.
Chanyeol has nothing to regret. It’s not like he’s let Baekhyun go, that morning. They hadn’t fought, just a normal morning with a normal goodbye kiss and the ritual “I love you.”
He wonders if it could’ve been better, if he hadn’t said those three little words. Maybe having a little regret, something that doesn’t fit quite right in the picture, a reason to think “I could’ve done something more”, would help him to cope. But he has nothing. Everything was perfect, and now is not.
He doesn’t want to see sad faces and tears. He has cried for too long on his own, and this pain is something he doesn’t want to share with anyone.
A week after Baekhyun’s funeral, a week spent in his house, no internet, no television, no voice messages in his dead phone, no contacts with the rest of the world, Chanyeol gets up and calls his CEO.
Thirty minutes later there’s a taxi in front of his house. There’s also a crowd of crying fans and paparazzi. His absence at the funeral is well known, things like that always leak, in one way or another. Screams and camera flashes welcome him into the world, again. He doesn’t mind. The dark glasses are his armour. He’s Park Chanyeol, he can do this.
There’s no hesitation in him as he walks inside SM’s building. The crowd is even thicker than the one in front of his house, but the reward once inside is worth it. The first to hug him is Jongdae. Then Minseok, Kyungsoo, Jongin. Zitao looks like he’s never stopped crying. Joonmyeon seems so old. The hyungs, every one of them, have a tired air, like they’ve aged ten years in a week. Sehun is the last, but also the one whom Chanyeol wants to hold the most.
“We’re going to hold a concert,” he says in front of the staff. Soo Man is there, the managers, the people who always helped them to become what they are now. “We’re going to hold a concert for Baekhyun. It’s the right thing to do.”
They haven’t performed together on the same stage in the last two years. The group has gone into a long hiatus, to allow the members to focus on their solo activities. They were supposed to have a big comeback in a few months, the day of their tenth anniversary. Everyone was getting ready for it.
“I don’t care if we disband later, I don’t care about anything else,” his voice trembles as he lets out his fears, he feels weak and exposed, “but Baekhyun would want me to be strong. He probably would’ve known the right words to say right now, to cheer us up. I should know those words too, but somehow they’re not coming to me.”
He feels someone’s hand on his shoulder, warm and comforting. He swallows the sigh.
“We had already started to work on the lyrics for one of the side songs, Baekhyun and I. During this week, I finished it. The music was the one Yixing and Jongdae had written, do you remember? That night in Shanghai, we were all drunk and you kept writing on the hotel’s napkins.”
They nod. It had been a great night, more than three years ago, after winning an important music award. Yixing had played the guitar while Jongdae told him whether he liked the melody or not. Everyone else was drunk. Chanyeol had been making out with Baekhyun on the couch.
“I thought we had lost it that file,” smiles Yixing.
“Baekhyun saved it the following morning, I think. We found everything in his old suitcase six months ago. We were trying to write lyrics, before telling you about it. He wanted it to be a surprise, we were supposed to spill it during the party for the anniversary of the day project EXO was born.”
“He had thought about everything,” comments Joonmyeon.
“That’s how Baekhyun was,” is Chanyeol’s reply.
“So, are we going to do this?”
He’s going to leave SM, after this. They can’t force him to stay. The higher ups know and maybe they don’t understand. They’ll never talk about this. Chanyeol will never talk about this with everyone.
They had a dream, he and Baekhyun. They wanted to travel abroad, see all the world until they found the perfect place, and then they were going to buy a house and settle there. They already had the rings, hidden in secret places around Chanyeol’s home, their home, together with their vows.
Chanyeol has found Baekhyun’s ring on his third day of forced reclusion, after turning the entire apartment upside down. He’s wearing it now, close to his heart, together with the one he himself had bought for Baekhyun. He’s burned the vows after reading it, but he’ll never forget Baekhyun’s words for him.
He’s going to fall in love again, one day, or at least he’ll try to, because he knows that Baekhyun wouldn’t want him to feel lonely for a lifetime.
My lifetime were you, he thinks, but he’s not scared.
He can take all the time he needs to collect his missing pieces all around the world, Baekhyun is waiting for him at the end of the journey.
Separation anxiety | pg | 1049w | character death
Chanyeol puts on his shirt with deft fingers, eyeing lazily the two identical red ties draped on the chair. He’s not going to wear either of those. It’s been a long time since he’s dressed so casual, colorful shirts and long skinny jeans lying forgotten in his closet.
Baekhyun always used to sort the most colorful clothes for him, but Baekhyun belongs to his past now, and the only clothes in the closet of his Seoul’s expensive flat, the best place to live if you’re a young promising lawyer, are mostly suits and red ties.
He wonders what Baekhyun would say. Then he smiles, because finally today, after all of this time, he can ask Baekhyun himself, but is a hollow and empty smile.
Baekhyun used to be his best friend. They haven’t talked in the last years. They were inseparable, two halves of the same coins, a granted pair. And maybe that’s the problem, thinks Chanyeol, because how can two people who spend almost all of their time together not get tired of each other? It’s bound to happen someday.
Except it didn’t happen, to him. No matter how much they talked, they still were able to find new topic, or they just talked about old ones, and they ended saying always the same things, to the point that Chanyeol could exactly predict what Baekhyun’s next sentence would have been. And he wasn’t tired. Baekhyun had this nice way to wear his cap, slightly crooked, so that when he tilted his head on the side, because he didn’t understand something Chanyeol said, or maybe he just pretended not to know, because Baekhyun was more intelligent than it seemed, the cap almost fell over. When he did that, it didn’t matter that they were going through star wars’ obvious plot holes for the fifth time in weeks, Chanyeol knew, deep inside, that he could never get bored of Baekhyun.
Baekhyun was young and bright, a star in Chanyeol’s sky. Best friend forever, never gonna let go, and Chanyeol thought he would really never let go.
He has endless memories from their summers, stored on the back of his head, clouded with time and dusted by daily routine. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, panicking because he can’t remember anymore the exact reflection of the fireworks in Baekhyun’s eyes that night they went to see the summer festival at the river. He can’t see the general picture anymore, but the details are what keeps him going on. Little things, the corner of Baekhyun’s lips, a soft flex of fingers on his hand when they went to the candy store, a funny intonation on the “really?” of his voice when Chanyeol said something really exaggerated, only to hear that exact word going out of Baekhyun’s mouth. Baekhyun’s smile is starting to fading, the light in his eyes that used to be the sun of Chanyeol’s life has lost all of his brightness. All that remains to him are the lost fragments of what once was the best friendship of the world.
Chanyeol is a lawyer, and deals with lies every day, but the biggest lie is the one he has built is life on. He has a ring on his finger a dog, and maybe, one day, children will crowd a suburbs house. He doesn’t have a best friend, but to be honest he never really had a best friend. He had a crush, a long life lasting crush on the most beautiful boy on earth planet. He had a master in the art of surrendering to every one of Baekhyun’s whims, to follow him to the end of the world just to see that smile shine. He had a big lie on his mouth and a biting love on his earth. More than anything, he had faith in himself and Baekhyun. Maybe he would have never been able to get what he really wanted, but Baekhyun was still his something and that could never change, right?
When he decided to go on with his life, to step forward, he didn’t do that with the intention of letting Baekhyun behind. Time changes everything, if you let him, but what really killed them was Baekhyun himself.
Chanyeol doesn’t remember that day. His mind has struggled for years to destroy even the memory of the worst moment of his life. What he knows, for sure, is that Baekhyun never forgave him for deciding to go away, to do something different, to leave him alone. It’s unfair because Chanyeol thought that he was the one who struggled, the one who was left behind, but in the end he had been the one who left Baekhyun behind. He still regrets it.
Life has really came and done its work, he thinks, seeing Jongin, Kyungsoo, Minseok, Yixing, and everyone else. When he and Baekhyun cut the contacts, the entire group dissolved, awkward seeping through the fracture between two people into the rest of the gang, until the best friends of his childhood had become only contacts and names in social networks. Baekhyun killed the magic and Baekhyun is the only one who can create it again, he thinks, passing Sehun and Yifan and nodding.
Baekhyun’s smile is always the same, and he hopes his own smile is half as bright. Baekhyun’s parents and brother are not there anymore, and the others only lingered because they were waiting for Chanyeol to come. He’s sorry if he was late, traffic, he explains. His ring is gone, his red ties are gone too. For Baekhyun, only for Baekhyun, he wears skinny jeans and he’s brought his guitar, but he hasn’t played in a while and he knows it’s rusty.
It’s ironic that his parents chose a high school photo for the ceremony, almost like they want to remember how he was before life came and took everything he had. it’s ironic that everyone will always remember him just like Chanyeol does. He doesn’t know who Baekhyun has become, all of these years, and deep inside he feared to face the photograph of a stranger.
Yet in front of his eyes it’s still the same Baek, the one who pulled the strings of Chanyeol’s heart, before Chanyeol himself cut the string of Baekhyun’s and left him alone. He doesn't cry on Baekhyun’s grave.
I’m too elegant to lie | pg13 | 2234w | mob!au
Chanyeol's sweet boyfriend is the son of a famous boss.
The restaurant Baekhyun has chosen speaks a story of luxury and extravagance.
Had he not met Baekhyun a few years ago, Chanyeol would probably never had the possibility to enter such high-level place in all of his life. Instead, he’s here. With Baekhyun looking smug and casual, putting his arms around Chanyeol’s side while he just pretends he’s already used to blinding lights and elegant furniture.
If he has to tell the truth, Chanyeol is fairly glad for Baekhyun’s arm anchored on his hip, gently but firmly leading him towards their reserved table, because if Baekhyun was to leave him alone even just for a moment he’s sure he’ll just lose himself. He’s also glad their table is set in a secluded corner, far enough from the endless stream of important people with a pretty face hanging from their arms that floods the place. Chanyeol frowns when he realizes he is just one of those pretty faces.
Baekhyun is very quick to catch up on Chanyeol’s moods, and the hand on his side reaches for the Chanyeol’s hand, squeezing a little. Chanyeol smiles shyly, because Baekhyun is not good at all at this boyfriending thing, but it’s easy to see the concern behind his eyes every time he thinks Chanyeol is feeling unease about something.
Sure, if Baekhyun were a normal person, then Chanyeol would have nothing to worry about. They’d have dates at that little restaurant near the park, buy ice cream at Chanyeol’s favourite café and eat it under the stars while one of them walks the other home. Instead, Chanyeol is stuffed in an expensive suit, courtesy of his guest of course, and about to have dinner in a place ranked at least twenty-thousand Michelin stars, with bouncers who have United States’ President’s former security chief written on their reference list.
“Why are you making that face?” Baekhyun voice at his ear is soft like velvet and a bit playful. “Don’t you like the place?”
“Not really. The crystal chandelier? It seems a little tacky to me.”
Baekhyun is soundly amused now, his head resting on Chanyeol’s shoulder while he speaks.
“Luxury restaurants are too mainstream for hipster king Park Chanyeol. Next time we’ll go somewhere more… approachable, if it makes you happy. But then I won’t get to see your ass wrapped in a ten thousand dollars suit and I’ll be sad.”
Chanyeol frowns, because a woman with too much make up and diamonds gracing her neck has heard Baekhyun’s last words and she is now looking at him almost as if she’s trying to assess his price.
“Everyone thinks I’m your whore.” Chanyeol’s voice is so low he doesn’t think anyone has heard him, but Baekhyun’s body goes suddenly tense. So many people could be hearing their conversation, and Baekhyun forces a smile on his face.
“Why, aren’t you?”
And Chanyeol doesn’t really like when people who he doesn’t even know look down at him like he’s some kind of vixen, someone leeching on Baekhyun’s sex whims. They’re not like that, they’re dating and Chanyeol is not someone’s mistress. He has his part time job and his university studies are going really well, and he will be a famous lawyer someday (he really hopes he won’t have to defend Baekhyun’s sorry ass in court someday, though).
But, and that is the point, Baekhyun is the only son of a very important and dangerous person. Baekhyun’s father deals with drugs and women and weapons and his business is extended far beyond Seoul. Chanyeol knows that the tall Chinese couple holding hands across the room and displaying a lot of other PDA is not actually a couple but Byun Baekhyun’s bodyguard squad, aka Huang Zitao and Wu Yifan. He knows them very well, hell, Yifan is his best friend since middle school and is through Yifan that he got to meet Baekhyun. He knows Zitao isn’t drunk like it seems to everyone else in the room and even though he’s making a toast to everyone’s happiness he’s also checking the room for possible threats at the same time. (Chanyeol also knows that Fanfan has at least four blades and three guns hidden somewhere under his expensive suit, just to be sure that nothing goes wrong tonight.)
What Chanyeol doesn’t know, but Baekhyun and both Yifan and Zitao knew since they stepped foot in the restaurant, is that there are six undercover agents mingling with the crowd, and four or five minor bosses. Some on them are in relatively good terms with Baekhyun’s father, while some of them would be glad to have Baekhyun’s head in a platter.
Chanyeol doesn’t really know, but he can guess something’s off when he feels Baekhyun’s hand tightening where he put it before, on Chanyeol’s neck. He wants to tell Baekhyun to go to hell, because he really isn’t anyone’s whore unless they are in bed and Baekhyun is dirty talking him, but he swallows the comment and even resists the urge to stick out his tongue at that famous Diet member looking at him with disdain. He just stays there, smiling like an idiot with Baekhyun petting his head, looking very much like Byun Baekhyun’s new bitch.
Let them think you’re my whore, Baekhyun always says, better than them thinking that hurting you can get them some sort of leverage over me.
Baekhyun smiles, making a show of putting his arm on Chanyeol’s shoulder in a possessive (and rather patronizing, Chanyeol thinks) gesture when the waiter arrives to take their orders. Chanyeol lets him, knowing it would be useless and even dangerous to argue at this moment. He also doesn’t protest when Baekhyun chooses something extremely high-priced with a long French name for him from the cart, without asking for his opinion.
“Don’t worry, it’s just steak this time.” Even Baekhyun’s tone is so patronizing, and Chanyeol can feel a bubble of rebellion threatening to explode in his throat. Be good, be good, be good.
“You said that last time, too. And in the end they served us slimy slain.” He didn’t expected his response to come out so weak and whiny, but his head is hurting and spinning and he wants to go home, to hell with the dinner. The arm on his shoulder grows tighter as Baekhyun’s body leans over his, hot breath teasing his neck.
“Your face when you saw the plate was worth the price… Holding your forehead while you puked for the next three days wasn’t exactly in my plans, but, hey, I always know how to make our weekends unpredictable.”
Chanyeol rests his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, letting Baekhyun’s lips grace his forehead with the movement. “I hope you won’t mind me unpredictably standing you out and going back home if that waiter comes back with something similar to frog steak with fried grasshoppers as side dish.”
Baekhyun doesn’t answer, but Chanyeol can feel on his cheek the tremors coming from his throat, meaning he’s trying very hard not to laugh. And probably taking note of the menu to find someplace that actually serves it just to drag Chanyeol there the next time.
The bubble of slight irritation is still there, and Chanyeol pinches Baekhyun’s arms, hard enough to sting, in revenge. Nothing can still Baekhyun’s full laugh, after that. “Oh, that was some manly response, Yeollie…” says the fucker, but Chanyeol can still see him stroking the wounded flesh to soothe the pain.
He finally smiles and pinch Baekhyun again, this time aiming for his hip under the table, and Baekhyun releases a very girly yelp. The restaurant is packed enough for the background noises to eat away Baekhyun’s protest, but Chanyeol is very proud of himself as a very red Baekhyun checks around himself to see if someone has caught his reaction.
He only meets Yifan’s raised eyebrow, the one who which seems to say I know you’re doing something bad just stop before I realize what you’re up to.
“That was very mature, Chanyeol, really.”
Chanyeol smirks and pretends to pinch him again, this time playfully and gentle, letting his fingers tickle slightly and enjoying the way Baekhyun squirms and his cheeks puff as he tries to keep his composure. He knows he can get away with this kind of teasing only when they are in public. If they were alone Baekhyun would’ve already tackled him to the ground and started attacking all of his weak spot, but he knows very well how much of a screamer Chanyeol really is, and it’s not a good idea to have the whole restaurant hearing him cry for mercy.
Baekhyun curses him under his breath when Chanyeol make a show of trying to tickle him again, this time under the table because no matter how secluded their seats are people are starting to watch them. Chanyeol answers by batting his lashes in an overly sweet way and Baekhyun kicks him on the shins, the action totally covered by the pristine white lacy tablecloth.
Yifan is now watching them and raising his other eyebrow, the one that says I know exactly what you’re doing, please stop behaving like elementary school kids in a high-class place like this.
Sometimes is easy to just banter like this, and forget they are in a dangerous place surrounded by people heavily armed with little morals or qualms. Sometimes he raises his eyes, and Baekhyun’s eyes are foxy and teasing under the thick line of eyeliner, and he’s suddenly reminded of movie theatres and throwing popcorns at the bouncy kid who sit behind him in Biology II and got the guts to ask him for a date without even knowing if Chanyeol was gay.
Sometimes Baekhyun’s face is soft and he seems so young, and Chanyeol wants nothing more than drag him out of the stuffy restaurant and into the cold night, to make snow angel in the park and play phone pranks on Yifan’s boyfriend.
It’s a fleeting moment. Then Baekhyun’s face turns serious again, as he gets up and bows deeply to a man with little dark eyes and a single gold ring on his middle finger. Chanyeol gets the hint and bows his head, smiles at the man’s bad joke, pretends not to notice Baekhyun’s forced smile and Zitao’s piercing glare from behind a French wine’s bottle. Everyone seem to release their breath when the man disappears behind the golden doors leading outside, and Chanyeol is stopped from asking something he’s not even sure he wants to know by their plates finally arriving.
It is really steak, in the end, juicy and delicious, and this time he doesn’t regret letting Baekhyun choose. Their conversation is more relaxed after that, and Chanyeol carefully avoids saying anything related to Baekhyun’s father’s job. They talk about Chanyeol’s university studies and Baekhyun’s favourite books, and Chanyeol tells some interesting stories about common friends from high school.
Sehun, the cute kid with the lisp, grew out to be a giant and finally got the courage to ask a girl out, only to realize he was into boys all along. Kyungsoo managed to graduate cooking school and, do you remember old good Joonmyeon? You can’t even imagine what he’s doing now…
Baekhyun listens to Chanyeol’s words and smiles. He’d really like to meet the other guys, but it’s not safe and the last thing he wants is to put them in danger with his presence. He’s lucky to have at least Chanyeol with him. Chanyeol, with his enormous ears and goofy smile. Chanyeol who trips every two steps and laughs so loudly everyone in a three-mile range can hear him. Chanyeol, the most spontaneous person Baekhyun has ever known, now packed in a suit and eating properly without stuffing his mouth with food and trying to talk while doing it. Chanyeol, who does everything he can and even more just to stay with Baekhyun, not caring about dangers, people’s wrong assumptions and having to behave in public like a good child.
Chanyeol is talking about Jongin’s casual attempts to fall in Sehun’s bed when Baekhyun kisses him. With tongue. In the middle of the fucking restaurant. Without a fucking care for armed gangsters, Yifan, Taozi or that shocked Diet member with the blond Russian escort. Because he can. Chanyeol is his boyfriend, so he can kiss him when he wants. And he can put his hands in inappropriate places, that’s what boyfriends usually do. That’s the excuse he gives himself when his hands grab Chanyeol’s ass through the expensive fabric. Someone whistles. Chanyeol moans. The entire restaurant hears him. Because he’s Chanyeol, and he can try as much as he wants but in the end he’s Chanyeol.
When he lets him go, one last teasing stroke of his tongue against his lips, Chanyeol’s face is mesmerized, his eyes glassy and his mouth open in a silent oh. He looks like he wants to do it again, is eyes following Baekhyun’s mouth with hunger, but they’re still in public and he doesn’t dare. He looks exactly like Baekhyun’s first crush the night he put a hand inside his boxer and squeezed, the same wondering and lost look. With that bit of longing and desperation, that Baekhyun can’t honestly say he doesn’t like in a man.
Baekhyun laughs, and without a second glance to their half-eaten steaks he takes Chanyeol’s hands and walks them outside. Yifan will clear the bill.
It takes three minutes for Baekhyun to regret their little public display of affection, the exact time it takes Yifan to send him an outraged message reprimanding him for his stupidity. It takes even less for Baekhyun to forget Yifan, Zitao, and everyone else back at the restaurant. Even the driver is forgotten, as Chanyeol’s mouth slides over his with practiced ease, and he parts his lips earnestly to let him in.
Chanyeol kisses like a puppy, sloppy and affectionate, a fluffy imaginary tail flailing furiously as he hums in pleasure when Baekhyun sucks Chanyeol’s tongue inside his mouth.
Sometimes they’re horny teenagers all over again, and they can’t keep their hands off their bodies, dry humping each other so furiously it’s more fucking than making out anymore. Some other times it’s like this, gentle and familiar, the slow rush of tasting each other until they’re drunk with their own names. Baekhyun likes this kind of kisses more, because the more they go on, the more Chanyeol becomes pliant and needy, eager to please Baekhyun and be loud for him.
It’s difficult to stop and remember they are still inside the shiny car, Amber probably too enthralled in them to pay attention to the road. Sometimes Baekhyun wonders how drunk could he have been to employ a tomboy with a weakness for gay guys having sex as his driver. Sure, no problem at all if he suddenly decides to fuck on the back seat of the limousine, but as his eyes meet Amber’s over the rear-view mirror, maybe it’s not really comfortable with her seeing everything.
“Take us home,” he murmurs, muffled against Chanyeol’s hair, but Amber hears anyway.
“Yay sir!”
“Home, yes. Then, Chanyeol,” he says, fondness and love laced in his voice, “for tonight you’re all mine.”
A/N: i'll be very brief because i managed to strain my wrist so much that now it hurts a lot every time i move it. i don't know what to say about these drabbles, only that i've had these on tumblr or in my drafts folder for too long, and i wanted to get rid of it.
all of these are unbetaed and gross, and there's angst why i hate angst
also, these drabbles are very old, mostly written while i was in japan months ago, so forgive any inaccuracies (i had to delete yifan from the future!fics, unfortunately).
He never changes | pg | 742w | band!verse
Chanyeol wants his roommate back.
“Baekhyun, ehi, Baekhyun-ah.”
“I’m sleeping.”
“No, you’re not, you wouldn’t answer me if you were.”
“Go back to your bed Chanyeol.”
“But I have to walk through the alley, it’s too cold.”
“You could’ve stayed in your bed then.”
“Baekhyun…”
“Hyung, I have early rehearsal tomorrow. I want to sleep.”
“Sorry, Sehun-ah.”
“See, you’re bothering Sehun. Go to your own room, Chanyeol!”
“But Baekhyun…”
“Hyuuuuung.”
They both shut up. Sehun hides under the covers and starts snoring almost immediately.
Baekhyun wants to do the same, but he silently waits first, senses on alert, trying to hear the sounds of Chanyeol’s footsteps. He doesn’t hear anything. Chanyeol is still there.
He wants to ignore his friend, do like Sehun did and bask in the protection of his duvet, far from Chanyeol’s whines. If he goes back to sleep Chanyeol will eventually get tired and go back to his own room and bed.
Except he can’t ignore Chanyeol, probably standing awkwardly near his bed, maybe even shivering from the cold because it’s still March, and the alley could be a suitable habitat for polar bears right now. It snowed yesterday.
Why are you on his side, mind? Everyone is ganging up against me and it’s way too early for all this crap.
He knows he’ll regret this. He only wants to check if Chanyeol has at least brought a jacket with him. If he has one, he’s warm enough and Baekhyun can go back to his rehearsal-free dreams with no second thoughts.
Chanyeol doesn’t have a jacket. He’s shivering and looking hopefully at Baekhyun like a little puppy in need of cuddles. Baekhyun blames karma for everything and makes space in his bed.
Chanyeol is cold and his first reaction is to clamp his arms and legs around Baekhyun’s body to absorb all his warmth.
“Aish, your feet are cold.”
“Because you fucking kept me waiting.”
“Let go, you’re holding too tight!”
A mumbling sound coming from Sehun’s side of the room makes them freeze, and Chanyeol uses Baekhyun’s sudden weakness at his advantage, latching onto him even tighter than before.
“You’re still too cold.”
Chanyeol just nuzzles his nose on Baekhyun’s cheek, and his feet may be freezing but his breath is still hot on Baekhyun’s skin.
“Chanyeol.”
“Yes?”
“You shouldn’t have agreed to switching roommates if you’re not able to sleep without me holding your hand like a little princess.”
“Don’t you miss me at night?”
“The only thing I miss at night is my sleep.”
“I miss it too.”
“Then go back to your bed and we can both sleep.”
“Jongin snores. You never snored. You held my hand until I fell asleep. Please hold my hand so we can both fall asleep.”
“Chanyeol, there’s no way I can go back to sleep after being woken up and attacked by your frozen limbs. Tomorrow you’ll talk with manager-nim and we’re switching room again, we can’t afford to lose our precious rest hours like this.”
“So, you’re not going to sleep now?”
“Are you deaf? I can’t. I’m already awake now!”
“Ok. Listen, Baekhyun. Do you want to…?”
“Here? Are you crazy? Sehun’s sleeping in the other bed.”
“That’s right. He’s sleeping. And we’re not. You know how that always relaxes us.”
“Chanyeol, I don’t think we should… It’s inappropriate and…”
“Ok hyungs, I don’t want to hear anything else. I’m going to sleep on Chanyeol’s bed. I fucking hate you both.”
Sehun is out in a flash, he almost breaks the door when he slams it. Everyone surely heard that.
“Ah, what a spoiled brat! I’ll make him apologize to us in the morning.”
It won’t go like that. Tomorrow, Kyungsoo will corner Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They’ll have to beg to avoid a slow and painful death. A tired Sehun is a grumpy Sehun, and a grumpy Sehun is snarky and annoying to a soon depressed Jongin, both of them make Joonmyeon worry and Kyungsoo simply doesn’t like to see sad faces around him. And it’s Baekhyun and Chanyeol’s fault, in the end.
Scratch that, thinks Baekhyun, it’s Chanyeol’s fault and I have nothing to do with any of this.
“So, do you want to continue from where we left on, Baekhyun?”
If Chanyeol does what he wants, they’ll be loud enough to wake up the entire dorms, and no amount of begging will convince Kyungsoo that it’s only Chanyeol’s fault and Baekhyun is innocent.
“Yes, I do.”
Baekhyun is never innocent.
Like glass I break | R | 1075w | mentions of underage sex
Chanyeol is the good stepbrother and Baekhyun is the bad one.
It’s in Chanyeol’s hands, and in the way he lets the younger boy handle him like he’s made of glass.
He is not, and his previous lovers know it very well. Baekhyun likes to experiment, likes his sex rough and fast. He fucks like he talks, dirty and without a single care about his partner’s pleasure or his personal safety. He bites, he scratches, he crosses his fingers inside his lover’s ass with a hurry that borders on violence. Baekhyun turns the simplest act of lovemaking into a war, his body a bloodthirsty army.
He wouldn’t have bet a single buck on Chanyeol. He hates his kind. Sweet, caring, clumsy math geek. They’re even lower than catholic school girls on his to-fuck list. Those, at least, are only innocent on the exterior. How many proper little ladies has he fucked on the backseat of his car? Whispering dirty things in their ears, making them come thinking about how naughty they’re being together? Chanyeol would probably have a fit if he ever heard Baekhyun talking to him like that.
“Have you ever been kissed?” he asks, one day, after falling on Chanyeol’s pristine sheets. It’s a funny contrast, Chanyeol’s light blue duvet smelling of detergent and home against Baekhyun’s dirty jeans, which have seen so many club pavements that Baekhyun doesn’t even remember their original color.
Chanyeol is studying, but at Baekhyun’s question his head perks up and he blushes too much for this to be funny.
Baekhyun’s voice is sweet and poisonous. “You haven’t!”
Of course he hasn’t. He spends all his time with his nose planted in a book.
“Did you touch yourself, at least once? Are you even a teenager?”
“Hyung, I don’t think it’s…”
Baekhyun follows the line of Chanyeol’s throat with his fingers and doesn’t miss the way his lips part when the point of his painted nail skips Chanyeol’s chin to grace his mouth.
“You should finish your homework. Mommy is already disappointed enough because of me, no need to make her worry about you too.”
Baekhyun could go back, stroke Chanyeol’s cock in his hands and make him come on his Literature II’s textbook. Chanyeol would die happy, at least. He forces himself to get out of his stepbrother’s room before Chanyeol’s mother finds out that her devious stepson has been trying to taint her little, perfect baby.
Baekhyun has never been good at keeping his hands for himself. He was the kind of kid that touched everything, even more so if he had been warned not to do it.
That’s probably why your mom left, said one of the bullies back in elementary school after beating Baekhyun up when he found out that his favorite bench had been occupied. Baekhyun had fought back. Arm broken and a week of suspension for both of them, but he had never forgotten, nor forgiven, that kid’s triumphant smirk as they were separated by a teacher. Ten years and three months later, he fucks that same mouth in the school bathroom, digging his fingers in Jongdae’s scalp and coming unmercifully down his throat. He leaves right after that, and Kim Jongdae can nurse that erection on his own. Revenge is sweet.
He doesn’t know if it’s a natural reaction to his stepmother’s constant nagging to stay away from her son, or if Chanyeol is just that endearing. He doesn’t like math geeks, but he finds himself entranced by his brother’s innocence. He doesn’t understand if Chanyeol is just naïve or plain stupid. Doesn’t he know about Baekhyun’s reputation? He must know, everybody knows. And Baekhyun is not exactly subtle when he shamelessly plays with his stepbrother. It’s playing, not flirting, because he’s not serious about Chanyeol.
That’s why he doesn’t expect it, when his stepbrother kisses him on his bed. Would’ve been anyone else he would’ve taken control, right now, plunged his tongue in Chanyeol’s mouth to taste him all over. It’s Chanyeol’s first kiss, and he lets him have his way.
“Was it good?”
Chanyeol’s hiding his nose in Baekhyun’s shoulder. It’s a little ticklish, and mostly warm. Chanyeol’s ears are scarlet.
Baekhyun hugs him. “Yes, it was.”
He’s torn between giving Chanyeol the cold shower and fucking him, right there. Because that’d be more in his character. If you can’t fuck them, and fuck them now, they’re useless and you don’t even have to bother talking to them. It’s not a very poetic motto, but it’s his own.
Chanyeol makes him feel giddy and repulsed at the same time.
He tries to give him the cold shower, ignores his puppy eyes and goes out to find a good distraction. When he comes back, he smells of cheap alcohol and strong cologne, the scratches at the base of his back sting. The room to Chanyeol’s door is closed, silently taunting him. Chanyeol’s probably still reading, he can see a little ray of light seeping from under the door.
If he can’t leave him alone he can at least fuck him, he thinks. He’s inside in a heartbeat, jumping on Chanyeol’s form lumped under the covers. Chanyeol gives a startled yelp and let fall both the book and the flashlight he was using. They waits for the sound of nervous steps, meaning that Chanyeol’s mom has woken up and she’s coming to check on her precious child. The house is silent.
“You scared me,” sighs Chanyeol, “and you almost broke my glasses.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Aren’t you cold? Come inside,” he says, holding the sheets raised for him to tuck himself in.
Baekhyun gives a look at his ratty jeans.
“Pull them off.”
This could be a scene of his normal fuck-and-go routine, and wasn’t his intention exactly that one? Undress, fuck, rinse, repeat.
He sneaks in the bed, cuddling against Chanyeol.
“You’re so warm.”
Chanyeol tucks Baekhyun’s head against his neck and hugs him.
Is this a brotherly hug? Baekhyun doesn’t know.
Chanyeol kisses his neck.
“This is not very brotherly, Chanyeol.”
“You’re not my brother.”
“I wouldn’t fuck a nerd like you even if you were the last man on this planet.”
“Shut up, hyung.”
Chanyeol treats him like he’s made of glass. His touches are light, his gestures saccharine and cheesy. Baekhyun’s screams of impatience, of more naked skin, more heated kisses, more sex and now I want you now stay trapped inside his mind.
He wants to run away, but Chanyeol is too warm.
Escaping gravity | pg13 | 1412w | band!verse, future!fic
Baekhyun's gift to Chanyeol for their anniversary is a date on top of Tokyo Tower.
Tokyo Tower shines against the fog. It’s pink.
“I thought it was red, it’s always red in the photos.”
“It’s because of the Olympic games, next year. Sometimes they light it blue, or pink, we can’t see the digits from here but there should be a big shining 2020.”
“Oh, it’s a pity.”
“Don’t worry, tomorrow will be red again. If you want, we can sneak out while the manager isn’t looking and go to see it.”
Chanyeol smiles, but deep inside he knows that Baekhyun’s proposal is unrealistic.
It’s been seven years from their debut, and they can’t go out alone anymore. After Sehun’s incident with the sasaeng fans two years ago, the management decided that even walking on the streets was too dangerous for them. The tall, serious man in a suit who’s standing outside their door has become a permanent feature in their lives.
He and Baekhyun haven’t had a real date in ages. Chanyeol wonders how romantic could it be now with the bodyguard standing awkwardly behind them, but the truth is that, even before the incident, they were too nervous to go out.
They were scared of cameras and phone, ready to capture every smile, every gesture, every moment of their lives. They were scared of cars that always seemed to follow them. They were scared of hotel staff and waiters at the restaurant. They were scared of every single person they met on the street, as if they could somehow sense that something dreadful was going to happen.
“Baekhyun,” asks Chanyeol, an echo of melancholy in his voice, “I’m sick of my life being a showcase.”
Baekhyun doesn’t even answer and Chanyeol doesn’t blame him. After all, Chanyeol has trained entire years just to be like this, and now the dream has bit him with vengeance becoming a nightmare.
Baekhyun was caught in the shining net of the entertainment world by chance. He literally fell on a dark, alluring trap and Chanyeol doesn’t want to feel happy knowing that his lover is the contrary of happy. How sick is that he’s actually relieved that Baekhyun is sad and frustrated, but at least Chanyeol is not alone in this. He can still take Baekhyun’s hand in his own during concerts to intertwine their fingers together and hold tight pretending that it’s fanservice.
He can hear the screams of the little girls, shouting that it’s real, baekyeol is real, chanbaek is real, but he also knows what other people will think.
It’s all façade, putting on your best smile and sliding your hand down your bandmate’s face, pretending to whisper things in his ear, things that will make him blush only to fool us into believing in a pretty lie, but we’re not falling for it.
Well, he wants to snarl into everyone’s staid faces, it’s actually real. Every time you think I’m pretending to whisper dirty things in his ear, I’m actually saying what I’d like to do to him if you fuckers weren’t in the way.
Every touch, every smile, every word we exchange has a meaning.
It’s not only Baekhyun. He means everything he does, every little interaction he has with the rest of the group. Be it a smile for Yifan or a hug for Kyungsoo or taking Jongdae and carrying him bridal style around the stage. People say that the chemistry in the group is mostly faked, but they’re real.
Chanyeol wants to shout it to the world.
We’re real. You, all of you, are making us fake.
“You’re thinking too much, Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun’s voice is soothing, his hands are light on Chanyeol’s temple, fresh. No matter how strong the headache is, Baekhyun’s hands on his face can delete every worry. For now.
“If you worry too much you’ll get all wrinkly and the managers will go crazy to find you a job in the next famous drama because no female actress will want to kiss you.”
He meets Baekhyun’s laugh halfway and pulls him into his lap. They’ve learnt by now that they can’t make a mess when they’re staying in a hotel. The cleaning lady will see the sheets, she’ll talk, fanaccounts will end up all over the internet. They’ve been scolded too many times.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers in Baekhyun’s ear, “for real.”
“Do you want the bodyguard to hear us?”
Trust Baekhyun, the devious kinky shit, to guess everything.
“I have a better idea, Chanyeol…”
“Ok guys, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
Jongin is, strangely enough, the most worried out of them. Sehun just laughs and claps his hands like a little child, and suddenly everyone is relieved. They’ll never forget the hospital and the blood and the rehab, but Sehun is still their careless child and the hyungs can fuss over him and smile.
Lu Han nudges Joonmyeon, but they’ve already said everything with their shared glance. “I think, as a leader, that we should do it.”
“Shut up hyung, we all know you already miss you warm bed,” flashes Kyungsoo as he takes the scarf.
“I’ve got the face masks,” shouts Jongdae, barging into the room, “so they won’t recognize us!”
“Yes, because eleven guys walking together won’t attract a lot of attention, are you even listening to me?”
Sehun is the only one who listen and bothers to answer him. “Come on, Jongin, live a little! At least it’s raining really hard, and it’s late. No one will be around!”
“Did you see my umbrella?” asks Minseok, looking outside the window. “You can share with me, Baozi,” supplies Lu Han with a blinding smile.
Zitao forcefully squeezes an amused Yixing inside a raincoat, while Jongdae stuffs a beanie on his head. “We can’t risk you getting sick, ge, you have to be very careful!”
“Yah, guys,” everyone stops at Chanyeol’s anxious cry, “I think we have a problem.”
They have so many managers now that they don’t even know all of their names, but the one who enters the hotel room has been managing them for years now, since the beginning. They freeze, waiting for the scolding. They’ve been caught red-handed after all.
Only Baekhyun smiles at the manager. “It’s alright, hyung will cover for us while we’re away, right?” He’s answered with a stern look and a quick “Just be careful.”
They scamper away, out of the hotel. Baekhyun leads them towards a secondary exit, explaining that there’ll be a taxi waiting for them.
“We’re going out in groups, another taxi will come in a few minutes. Let’s see each other at Shinbashi Station!”
He never leaves Chanyeol’s hands as they run on the stairs. Chanyeol holds tight.
“I’m sorry if it’s not red.”
“Maybe I like it more like this, pink.”
Tokyo’s sky is never dark, even when it’s so late at night. Rain has stopped, but the fog that covers the city like a grey vault is still there. Tokyo’s endless light reflects on it, making it feel like the metropolis is surrounded by an eternal, wistful twilight.
Chanyeol doesn’t mind that he can’t see the stars, but he hates that he can’t kiss Baekhyun.
“I can see our hotel from here!”
“Ge, can you take a photo of me?”
“Take a photo of us, together!”
The rest of the group is having a lot of fun, right on the top of Tokyo Tower. They seem just like a group of tourists on vacation, and no one has taken out his phone to snap a picture of them so Chanyeol assumes it’s safe enough. Still, he can’t take the risk.
Baekhyun calls the others with a nod. “Why don’t you take your photo here?”
Jongdae smiles a knowing smile, Sehun smirks. Baekhyun stops Chanyeol from going on the front.
“What?”
“We’re hiding behind them, silly, come down here.”
His hand on Chanyeol’s neck pulls him down, their figures covered by the whole group of the other members, and Chanyeol suddenly understands.
No one can see them. The beautiful Tokyo scenery, silent lights shining against a glowing sky, is behind them. In front of them, the rest of EXO shields the couple from intrusive stares.
Baekhyun’s smile is as beautiful as the first time he’s seen it.
“Happy anniversary, Chanyeol.”
“Our anniversary was last week,” he blows against Baekhyun’s lips, before he leans down and-
“Shut up and kiss him,” replies Kyungsoo. The others laughs. Yixing pretends to take the photo again, and again, and again.
I will only follow the path that leads me to you | pg-13 | character death | band!verse, future!fic
A week after the storm, Chanyeol gets out of the house
“Chanyeol? Chanyeol. You can’t stop answering the phone.”
“Chanyeol, we’re worried about you.”
“The manager called and said you’re not coming tomorrow, too.”
“Chanyeol, how are you coping?”
“Chanyeol. Just. Please open the door.”
“Chanyeol, it’s tomorrow.”
“You should’ve been there.”
Chanyeol doesn’t attend Byun Baekhyun’s funeral. It was a car crash, by the way. He didn’t suffer.
The rest of EXO is there. Baekhyun’s family is there. Chanyeol is not.
The managers call, the seniors call, Lee Soo Man calls.
Chanyeol doesn’t answer, listens to each and every message until there’s only static noise in his ears. He switches off the phone, but the silence is with him in every room, every corner of the flat he shared with Baekhyun. They didn’t live together officially, Baekhyun still has, had, his own apartment in Gangnam, but it was an unspoken agreement between of them that Chanyeol’s house was more comfortable and Baekhyun should’ve just slept there.
Chanyeol has nothing to regret. It’s not like he’s let Baekhyun go, that morning. They hadn’t fought, just a normal morning with a normal goodbye kiss and the ritual “I love you.”
He wonders if it could’ve been better, if he hadn’t said those three little words. Maybe having a little regret, something that doesn’t fit quite right in the picture, a reason to think “I could’ve done something more”, would help him to cope. But he has nothing. Everything was perfect, and now is not.
He doesn’t want to see sad faces and tears. He has cried for too long on his own, and this pain is something he doesn’t want to share with anyone.
A week after Baekhyun’s funeral, a week spent in his house, no internet, no television, no voice messages in his dead phone, no contacts with the rest of the world, Chanyeol gets up and calls his CEO.
Thirty minutes later there’s a taxi in front of his house. There’s also a crowd of crying fans and paparazzi. His absence at the funeral is well known, things like that always leak, in one way or another. Screams and camera flashes welcome him into the world, again. He doesn’t mind. The dark glasses are his armour. He’s Park Chanyeol, he can do this.
There’s no hesitation in him as he walks inside SM’s building. The crowd is even thicker than the one in front of his house, but the reward once inside is worth it. The first to hug him is Jongdae. Then Minseok, Kyungsoo, Jongin. Zitao looks like he’s never stopped crying. Joonmyeon seems so old. The hyungs, every one of them, have a tired air, like they’ve aged ten years in a week. Sehun is the last, but also the one whom Chanyeol wants to hold the most.
“We’re going to hold a concert,” he says in front of the staff. Soo Man is there, the managers, the people who always helped them to become what they are now. “We’re going to hold a concert for Baekhyun. It’s the right thing to do.”
They haven’t performed together on the same stage in the last two years. The group has gone into a long hiatus, to allow the members to focus on their solo activities. They were supposed to have a big comeback in a few months, the day of their tenth anniversary. Everyone was getting ready for it.
“I don’t care if we disband later, I don’t care about anything else,” his voice trembles as he lets out his fears, he feels weak and exposed, “but Baekhyun would want me to be strong. He probably would’ve known the right words to say right now, to cheer us up. I should know those words too, but somehow they’re not coming to me.”
He feels someone’s hand on his shoulder, warm and comforting. He swallows the sigh.
“We had already started to work on the lyrics for one of the side songs, Baekhyun and I. During this week, I finished it. The music was the one Yixing and Jongdae had written, do you remember? That night in Shanghai, we were all drunk and you kept writing on the hotel’s napkins.”
They nod. It had been a great night, more than three years ago, after winning an important music award. Yixing had played the guitar while Jongdae told him whether he liked the melody or not. Everyone else was drunk. Chanyeol had been making out with Baekhyun on the couch.
“I thought we had lost it that file,” smiles Yixing.
“Baekhyun saved it the following morning, I think. We found everything in his old suitcase six months ago. We were trying to write lyrics, before telling you about it. He wanted it to be a surprise, we were supposed to spill it during the party for the anniversary of the day project EXO was born.”
“He had thought about everything,” comments Joonmyeon.
“That’s how Baekhyun was,” is Chanyeol’s reply.
“So, are we going to do this?”
He’s going to leave SM, after this. They can’t force him to stay. The higher ups know and maybe they don’t understand. They’ll never talk about this. Chanyeol will never talk about this with everyone.
They had a dream, he and Baekhyun. They wanted to travel abroad, see all the world until they found the perfect place, and then they were going to buy a house and settle there. They already had the rings, hidden in secret places around Chanyeol’s home, their home, together with their vows.
Chanyeol has found Baekhyun’s ring on his third day of forced reclusion, after turning the entire apartment upside down. He’s wearing it now, close to his heart, together with the one he himself had bought for Baekhyun. He’s burned the vows after reading it, but he’ll never forget Baekhyun’s words for him.
He’s going to fall in love again, one day, or at least he’ll try to, because he knows that Baekhyun wouldn’t want him to feel lonely for a lifetime.
My lifetime were you, he thinks, but he’s not scared.
He can take all the time he needs to collect his missing pieces all around the world, Baekhyun is waiting for him at the end of the journey.
Separation anxiety | pg | 1049w | character death
Chanyeol puts on his shirt with deft fingers, eyeing lazily the two identical red ties draped on the chair. He’s not going to wear either of those. It’s been a long time since he’s dressed so casual, colorful shirts and long skinny jeans lying forgotten in his closet.
Baekhyun always used to sort the most colorful clothes for him, but Baekhyun belongs to his past now, and the only clothes in the closet of his Seoul’s expensive flat, the best place to live if you’re a young promising lawyer, are mostly suits and red ties.
He wonders what Baekhyun would say. Then he smiles, because finally today, after all of this time, he can ask Baekhyun himself, but is a hollow and empty smile.
Baekhyun used to be his best friend. They haven’t talked in the last years. They were inseparable, two halves of the same coins, a granted pair. And maybe that’s the problem, thinks Chanyeol, because how can two people who spend almost all of their time together not get tired of each other? It’s bound to happen someday.
Except it didn’t happen, to him. No matter how much they talked, they still were able to find new topic, or they just talked about old ones, and they ended saying always the same things, to the point that Chanyeol could exactly predict what Baekhyun’s next sentence would have been. And he wasn’t tired. Baekhyun had this nice way to wear his cap, slightly crooked, so that when he tilted his head on the side, because he didn’t understand something Chanyeol said, or maybe he just pretended not to know, because Baekhyun was more intelligent than it seemed, the cap almost fell over. When he did that, it didn’t matter that they were going through star wars’ obvious plot holes for the fifth time in weeks, Chanyeol knew, deep inside, that he could never get bored of Baekhyun.
Baekhyun was young and bright, a star in Chanyeol’s sky. Best friend forever, never gonna let go, and Chanyeol thought he would really never let go.
He has endless memories from their summers, stored on the back of his head, clouded with time and dusted by daily routine. Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, panicking because he can’t remember anymore the exact reflection of the fireworks in Baekhyun’s eyes that night they went to see the summer festival at the river. He can’t see the general picture anymore, but the details are what keeps him going on. Little things, the corner of Baekhyun’s lips, a soft flex of fingers on his hand when they went to the candy store, a funny intonation on the “really?” of his voice when Chanyeol said something really exaggerated, only to hear that exact word going out of Baekhyun’s mouth. Baekhyun’s smile is starting to fading, the light in his eyes that used to be the sun of Chanyeol’s life has lost all of his brightness. All that remains to him are the lost fragments of what once was the best friendship of the world.
Chanyeol is a lawyer, and deals with lies every day, but the biggest lie is the one he has built is life on. He has a ring on his finger a dog, and maybe, one day, children will crowd a suburbs house. He doesn’t have a best friend, but to be honest he never really had a best friend. He had a crush, a long life lasting crush on the most beautiful boy on earth planet. He had a master in the art of surrendering to every one of Baekhyun’s whims, to follow him to the end of the world just to see that smile shine. He had a big lie on his mouth and a biting love on his earth. More than anything, he had faith in himself and Baekhyun. Maybe he would have never been able to get what he really wanted, but Baekhyun was still his something and that could never change, right?
When he decided to go on with his life, to step forward, he didn’t do that with the intention of letting Baekhyun behind. Time changes everything, if you let him, but what really killed them was Baekhyun himself.
Chanyeol doesn’t remember that day. His mind has struggled for years to destroy even the memory of the worst moment of his life. What he knows, for sure, is that Baekhyun never forgave him for deciding to go away, to do something different, to leave him alone. It’s unfair because Chanyeol thought that he was the one who struggled, the one who was left behind, but in the end he had been the one who left Baekhyun behind. He still regrets it.
Life has really came and done its work, he thinks, seeing Jongin, Kyungsoo, Minseok, Yixing, and everyone else. When he and Baekhyun cut the contacts, the entire group dissolved, awkward seeping through the fracture between two people into the rest of the gang, until the best friends of his childhood had become only contacts and names in social networks. Baekhyun killed the magic and Baekhyun is the only one who can create it again, he thinks, passing Sehun and Yifan and nodding.
Baekhyun’s smile is always the same, and he hopes his own smile is half as bright. Baekhyun’s parents and brother are not there anymore, and the others only lingered because they were waiting for Chanyeol to come. He’s sorry if he was late, traffic, he explains. His ring is gone, his red ties are gone too. For Baekhyun, only for Baekhyun, he wears skinny jeans and he’s brought his guitar, but he hasn’t played in a while and he knows it’s rusty.
It’s ironic that his parents chose a high school photo for the ceremony, almost like they want to remember how he was before life came and took everything he had. it’s ironic that everyone will always remember him just like Chanyeol does. He doesn’t know who Baekhyun has become, all of these years, and deep inside he feared to face the photograph of a stranger.
Yet in front of his eyes it’s still the same Baek, the one who pulled the strings of Chanyeol’s heart, before Chanyeol himself cut the string of Baekhyun’s and left him alone. He doesn't cry on Baekhyun’s grave.
I’m too elegant to lie | pg13 | 2234w | mob!au
Chanyeol's sweet boyfriend is the son of a famous boss.
The restaurant Baekhyun has chosen speaks a story of luxury and extravagance.
Had he not met Baekhyun a few years ago, Chanyeol would probably never had the possibility to enter such high-level place in all of his life. Instead, he’s here. With Baekhyun looking smug and casual, putting his arms around Chanyeol’s side while he just pretends he’s already used to blinding lights and elegant furniture.
If he has to tell the truth, Chanyeol is fairly glad for Baekhyun’s arm anchored on his hip, gently but firmly leading him towards their reserved table, because if Baekhyun was to leave him alone even just for a moment he’s sure he’ll just lose himself. He’s also glad their table is set in a secluded corner, far enough from the endless stream of important people with a pretty face hanging from their arms that floods the place. Chanyeol frowns when he realizes he is just one of those pretty faces.
Baekhyun is very quick to catch up on Chanyeol’s moods, and the hand on his side reaches for the Chanyeol’s hand, squeezing a little. Chanyeol smiles shyly, because Baekhyun is not good at all at this boyfriending thing, but it’s easy to see the concern behind his eyes every time he thinks Chanyeol is feeling unease about something.
Sure, if Baekhyun were a normal person, then Chanyeol would have nothing to worry about. They’d have dates at that little restaurant near the park, buy ice cream at Chanyeol’s favourite café and eat it under the stars while one of them walks the other home. Instead, Chanyeol is stuffed in an expensive suit, courtesy of his guest of course, and about to have dinner in a place ranked at least twenty-thousand Michelin stars, with bouncers who have United States’ President’s former security chief written on their reference list.
“Why are you making that face?” Baekhyun voice at his ear is soft like velvet and a bit playful. “Don’t you like the place?”
“Not really. The crystal chandelier? It seems a little tacky to me.”
Baekhyun is soundly amused now, his head resting on Chanyeol’s shoulder while he speaks.
“Luxury restaurants are too mainstream for hipster king Park Chanyeol. Next time we’ll go somewhere more… approachable, if it makes you happy. But then I won’t get to see your ass wrapped in a ten thousand dollars suit and I’ll be sad.”
Chanyeol frowns, because a woman with too much make up and diamonds gracing her neck has heard Baekhyun’s last words and she is now looking at him almost as if she’s trying to assess his price.
“Everyone thinks I’m your whore.” Chanyeol’s voice is so low he doesn’t think anyone has heard him, but Baekhyun’s body goes suddenly tense. So many people could be hearing their conversation, and Baekhyun forces a smile on his face.
“Why, aren’t you?”
And Chanyeol doesn’t really like when people who he doesn’t even know look down at him like he’s some kind of vixen, someone leeching on Baekhyun’s sex whims. They’re not like that, they’re dating and Chanyeol is not someone’s mistress. He has his part time job and his university studies are going really well, and he will be a famous lawyer someday (he really hopes he won’t have to defend Baekhyun’s sorry ass in court someday, though).
But, and that is the point, Baekhyun is the only son of a very important and dangerous person. Baekhyun’s father deals with drugs and women and weapons and his business is extended far beyond Seoul. Chanyeol knows that the tall Chinese couple holding hands across the room and displaying a lot of other PDA is not actually a couple but Byun Baekhyun’s bodyguard squad, aka Huang Zitao and Wu Yifan. He knows them very well, hell, Yifan is his best friend since middle school and is through Yifan that he got to meet Baekhyun. He knows Zitao isn’t drunk like it seems to everyone else in the room and even though he’s making a toast to everyone’s happiness he’s also checking the room for possible threats at the same time. (Chanyeol also knows that Fanfan has at least four blades and three guns hidden somewhere under his expensive suit, just to be sure that nothing goes wrong tonight.)
What Chanyeol doesn’t know, but Baekhyun and both Yifan and Zitao knew since they stepped foot in the restaurant, is that there are six undercover agents mingling with the crowd, and four or five minor bosses. Some on them are in relatively good terms with Baekhyun’s father, while some of them would be glad to have Baekhyun’s head in a platter.
Chanyeol doesn’t really know, but he can guess something’s off when he feels Baekhyun’s hand tightening where he put it before, on Chanyeol’s neck. He wants to tell Baekhyun to go to hell, because he really isn’t anyone’s whore unless they are in bed and Baekhyun is dirty talking him, but he swallows the comment and even resists the urge to stick out his tongue at that famous Diet member looking at him with disdain. He just stays there, smiling like an idiot with Baekhyun petting his head, looking very much like Byun Baekhyun’s new bitch.
Let them think you’re my whore, Baekhyun always says, better than them thinking that hurting you can get them some sort of leverage over me.
Baekhyun smiles, making a show of putting his arm on Chanyeol’s shoulder in a possessive (and rather patronizing, Chanyeol thinks) gesture when the waiter arrives to take their orders. Chanyeol lets him, knowing it would be useless and even dangerous to argue at this moment. He also doesn’t protest when Baekhyun chooses something extremely high-priced with a long French name for him from the cart, without asking for his opinion.
“Don’t worry, it’s just steak this time.” Even Baekhyun’s tone is so patronizing, and Chanyeol can feel a bubble of rebellion threatening to explode in his throat. Be good, be good, be good.
“You said that last time, too. And in the end they served us slimy slain.” He didn’t expected his response to come out so weak and whiny, but his head is hurting and spinning and he wants to go home, to hell with the dinner. The arm on his shoulder grows tighter as Baekhyun’s body leans over his, hot breath teasing his neck.
“Your face when you saw the plate was worth the price… Holding your forehead while you puked for the next three days wasn’t exactly in my plans, but, hey, I always know how to make our weekends unpredictable.”
Chanyeol rests his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, letting Baekhyun’s lips grace his forehead with the movement. “I hope you won’t mind me unpredictably standing you out and going back home if that waiter comes back with something similar to frog steak with fried grasshoppers as side dish.”
Baekhyun doesn’t answer, but Chanyeol can feel on his cheek the tremors coming from his throat, meaning he’s trying very hard not to laugh. And probably taking note of the menu to find someplace that actually serves it just to drag Chanyeol there the next time.
The bubble of slight irritation is still there, and Chanyeol pinches Baekhyun’s arms, hard enough to sting, in revenge. Nothing can still Baekhyun’s full laugh, after that. “Oh, that was some manly response, Yeollie…” says the fucker, but Chanyeol can still see him stroking the wounded flesh to soothe the pain.
He finally smiles and pinch Baekhyun again, this time aiming for his hip under the table, and Baekhyun releases a very girly yelp. The restaurant is packed enough for the background noises to eat away Baekhyun’s protest, but Chanyeol is very proud of himself as a very red Baekhyun checks around himself to see if someone has caught his reaction.
He only meets Yifan’s raised eyebrow, the one who which seems to say I know you’re doing something bad just stop before I realize what you’re up to.
“That was very mature, Chanyeol, really.”
Chanyeol smirks and pretends to pinch him again, this time playfully and gentle, letting his fingers tickle slightly and enjoying the way Baekhyun squirms and his cheeks puff as he tries to keep his composure. He knows he can get away with this kind of teasing only when they are in public. If they were alone Baekhyun would’ve already tackled him to the ground and started attacking all of his weak spot, but he knows very well how much of a screamer Chanyeol really is, and it’s not a good idea to have the whole restaurant hearing him cry for mercy.
Baekhyun curses him under his breath when Chanyeol make a show of trying to tickle him again, this time under the table because no matter how secluded their seats are people are starting to watch them. Chanyeol answers by batting his lashes in an overly sweet way and Baekhyun kicks him on the shins, the action totally covered by the pristine white lacy tablecloth.
Yifan is now watching them and raising his other eyebrow, the one that says I know exactly what you’re doing, please stop behaving like elementary school kids in a high-class place like this.
Sometimes is easy to just banter like this, and forget they are in a dangerous place surrounded by people heavily armed with little morals or qualms. Sometimes he raises his eyes, and Baekhyun’s eyes are foxy and teasing under the thick line of eyeliner, and he’s suddenly reminded of movie theatres and throwing popcorns at the bouncy kid who sit behind him in Biology II and got the guts to ask him for a date without even knowing if Chanyeol was gay.
Sometimes Baekhyun’s face is soft and he seems so young, and Chanyeol wants nothing more than drag him out of the stuffy restaurant and into the cold night, to make snow angel in the park and play phone pranks on Yifan’s boyfriend.
It’s a fleeting moment. Then Baekhyun’s face turns serious again, as he gets up and bows deeply to a man with little dark eyes and a single gold ring on his middle finger. Chanyeol gets the hint and bows his head, smiles at the man’s bad joke, pretends not to notice Baekhyun’s forced smile and Zitao’s piercing glare from behind a French wine’s bottle. Everyone seem to release their breath when the man disappears behind the golden doors leading outside, and Chanyeol is stopped from asking something he’s not even sure he wants to know by their plates finally arriving.
It is really steak, in the end, juicy and delicious, and this time he doesn’t regret letting Baekhyun choose. Their conversation is more relaxed after that, and Chanyeol carefully avoids saying anything related to Baekhyun’s father’s job. They talk about Chanyeol’s university studies and Baekhyun’s favourite books, and Chanyeol tells some interesting stories about common friends from high school.
Sehun, the cute kid with the lisp, grew out to be a giant and finally got the courage to ask a girl out, only to realize he was into boys all along. Kyungsoo managed to graduate cooking school and, do you remember old good Joonmyeon? You can’t even imagine what he’s doing now…
Baekhyun listens to Chanyeol’s words and smiles. He’d really like to meet the other guys, but it’s not safe and the last thing he wants is to put them in danger with his presence. He’s lucky to have at least Chanyeol with him. Chanyeol, with his enormous ears and goofy smile. Chanyeol who trips every two steps and laughs so loudly everyone in a three-mile range can hear him. Chanyeol, the most spontaneous person Baekhyun has ever known, now packed in a suit and eating properly without stuffing his mouth with food and trying to talk while doing it. Chanyeol, who does everything he can and even more just to stay with Baekhyun, not caring about dangers, people’s wrong assumptions and having to behave in public like a good child.
Chanyeol is talking about Jongin’s casual attempts to fall in Sehun’s bed when Baekhyun kisses him. With tongue. In the middle of the fucking restaurant. Without a fucking care for armed gangsters, Yifan, Taozi or that shocked Diet member with the blond Russian escort. Because he can. Chanyeol is his boyfriend, so he can kiss him when he wants. And he can put his hands in inappropriate places, that’s what boyfriends usually do. That’s the excuse he gives himself when his hands grab Chanyeol’s ass through the expensive fabric. Someone whistles. Chanyeol moans. The entire restaurant hears him. Because he’s Chanyeol, and he can try as much as he wants but in the end he’s Chanyeol.
When he lets him go, one last teasing stroke of his tongue against his lips, Chanyeol’s face is mesmerized, his eyes glassy and his mouth open in a silent oh. He looks like he wants to do it again, is eyes following Baekhyun’s mouth with hunger, but they’re still in public and he doesn’t dare. He looks exactly like Baekhyun’s first crush the night he put a hand inside his boxer and squeezed, the same wondering and lost look. With that bit of longing and desperation, that Baekhyun can’t honestly say he doesn’t like in a man.
Baekhyun laughs, and without a second glance to their half-eaten steaks he takes Chanyeol’s hands and walks them outside. Yifan will clear the bill.
It takes three minutes for Baekhyun to regret their little public display of affection, the exact time it takes Yifan to send him an outraged message reprimanding him for his stupidity. It takes even less for Baekhyun to forget Yifan, Zitao, and everyone else back at the restaurant. Even the driver is forgotten, as Chanyeol’s mouth slides over his with practiced ease, and he parts his lips earnestly to let him in.
Chanyeol kisses like a puppy, sloppy and affectionate, a fluffy imaginary tail flailing furiously as he hums in pleasure when Baekhyun sucks Chanyeol’s tongue inside his mouth.
Sometimes they’re horny teenagers all over again, and they can’t keep their hands off their bodies, dry humping each other so furiously it’s more fucking than making out anymore. Some other times it’s like this, gentle and familiar, the slow rush of tasting each other until they’re drunk with their own names. Baekhyun likes this kind of kisses more, because the more they go on, the more Chanyeol becomes pliant and needy, eager to please Baekhyun and be loud for him.
It’s difficult to stop and remember they are still inside the shiny car, Amber probably too enthralled in them to pay attention to the road. Sometimes Baekhyun wonders how drunk could he have been to employ a tomboy with a weakness for gay guys having sex as his driver. Sure, no problem at all if he suddenly decides to fuck on the back seat of the limousine, but as his eyes meet Amber’s over the rear-view mirror, maybe it’s not really comfortable with her seeing everything.
“Take us home,” he murmurs, muffled against Chanyeol’s hair, but Amber hears anyway.
“Yay sir!”
“Home, yes. Then, Chanyeol,” he says, fondness and love laced in his voice, “for tonight you’re all mine.”
A/N: i'll be very brief because i managed to strain my wrist so much that now it hurts a lot every time i move it. i don't know what to say about these drabbles, only that i've had these on tumblr or in my drafts folder for too long, and i wanted to get rid of it.
all of these are unbetaed and gross, and there's angst why i hate angst
also, these drabbles are very old, mostly written while i was in japan months ago, so forgive any inaccuracies (i had to delete yifan from the future!fics, unfortunately).