Like Night and Day 44
Chapter 44
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a/n: this chapter isn't as good or long or angsty as the last chapter. slight fluff. maybeee some angst. i dont really know. anyways, chanyeol buys bread.
Chanyeol’s focus at work began to degrade, though he tried his best to push aside his feelings to enable himself to smile and greet customers as he was supposed to do on the job at the store. His boss had put him on the register due to his popularity with customers, so rather than working in the back where he would’ve been free to be act the way he actually felt on the inside, he had to force himself to grin and smile at numerous people when he all he wanted to do was go home and think about things that would inevitably bring him down.
Baekhyun’s outburst and drunken state happened on Saturday, and it was already Tuesday. That was three days of absolute silence, and though it killed him every day to try and avoid looking in Baekhyun’s direction whenever the brunet came into view, Chanyeol was determined to keep his word. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard.
After sending off another customer, Chanyeol turned his focus to the next woman who approached his lane. Casually, he smiled as he took the first item off the belt. “Hello! Did you find everything okay?”
“Yes, yes. I did--oh!” Raising a brow, Chanyeol looked at her again only to find the old woman staring at him with her head tilted to the side. “Baekhyun’s friend?”
“Huh?”
“You’re Baekhyun’s friend.”
It took a second to register the woman’s words before it began. Chanyeol realized where he had seen her before. “Ah, Baekhyun’s grandmother! Yeah, hi!”
“I haven’t seen you in a while… How’s school?”
God-awful, but Chanyeol couldn’t honestly say that. Instead, he shrugged as he checked out her items, mostly groceries and vegetables, out. “It’s been great. My basketball team won the game on Saturday. A few more wins and we’ll make it to regionals now.”
“That’s exciting… If only Baekhyun was into that type of thing, but there’s nothing wrong with what he likes, either.”
“No. There isn’t.”
“Are you still friends with my grandson?”
Chanyeol blinked, so unused to the word friend but remembered how their relationship was relatively on the down low for the most part. Nodding, he gave her a soft smile. “Yeah. I am.”
Shaking her head, the old woman muttered words under her breath too quiet for Chanyeol to catch. Then, she looked up and sighed. “That’s too bad... I thought you two looked cute together...”
“What?”
“Nothing,” the woman said, giving him a smile that reminded the giant of his boyfriend’s often faint, but familiar grin.
“Oh, okay.” Chanyeol's eyes lingered on her for a few moments before remembering where he was and what he was doing. After finishing up her last items, he put everything in the cash register, and asked, “Will you be needing any help carrying these?”
“No, no,” she said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a few bills. “That should pay for everything. I come by and buy the same things every week.”
“Not into change?” Chanyeol playfully asked as he punched in the amount given to him and opened the register.
“I’ve been eating the same thing for years, and I like it that way.”
“Hmmm…” Chanyeol taps his fingers on the counter as he waited for the machine to print the receipt. Then, on a whim, he looked at the elderly woman and asked, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m just wondering… Where does Baekhyun get his stubbornness from?”
“I don’t really know. Must’ve gotten it from my husband.”
“Ah… Are you from his mother’s side?”
“Father’s. It must be a common trait for men of the Byun line,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Sometimes, it’s cute. Sometimes, it’s not.”
“I can back you up on that,” Chanyeol said, laughing as he ripped the receipt from the machine. Handing it over to her, he nodded. “Have a nice evening.”
“You, too, Chan...Yeol?”
Appreciating the gesture of trying to read his name tag despite being slightly far in terms of height differences, Chanyeol smiled. “Come back soon!”
“I will, I will…” Taking her bags, she turned to head towards the exit, almost wobbling from side to side. “Thank you for being Baekhyun’s friend. You really are too kind.”
“It’s not a problem--”
“But I wish you two were more.” Huffing, Baekhyun’s grandmother began to make small steps away from the confused cashier. “He’s just too shy, I suppose…”
“We’re actually not--” Chanyeol bit down on his bottom lip. The old woman was too far away for him to continue yelling after her. Besides that fact, there was another customer waiting to get her items checked out and Chanyeol was on the job. In the end, he pursed his lips before smiling at the next woman in line and greeting her, pushing Baekhyun and the murkiness of their relationship to the back of his mind.
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Baekhyun drifted in and out of consciousness during school, but it wasn’t a serious matter. It was neither due to lack of sleep nor poor health habits, but rather, the fact that he could barely keep his concentration. Granted that he passed every quiz and test by the bare minimum on purpose on both Monday and Tuesday, his mind was bent on drifting away during lessons and only returning when his ears heard his name being called by whoever was teaching the class at the moment.
Luhan had expressed his concerns during a passing period in the hall, almost whispering the dark details underneath Baekhyun’s eyes, but the brunet merely shrugged off the latter’s worried agenda and smiled. “I’m just working longer hours and catching up on homework late at night,” he explained. “It’s nothing much to worry about.”
The blonde hadn’t bought the excuse, eyes only focusing more on him when Baekhyun looked passed him in order to catch a short glimpse of a certain athlete. After muttering what sounded like “If you say so” to Baekhyun, Luhan left his side to use the restroom before the beginning of third period. The brunet stayed at the water fountain station to pass the time away and to keep himself from feeling any hunger at all.
Waking up that Sunday morning had been Hell. Though Baekhyun wanted to forget the events of the night before so badly, he couldn’t. Every single thing that he said was burned in his mind and he couldn’t escape the drowning feeling of guilt that overcame him when he realized what he had done.
It hurt even more when he rolled over to check his phone, only to see no messages from his boyfriend at all. Just a simple text from Jihoon reminding him to drink a lot of water and eat, but Baekhyun couldn’t have cared less about that message. He wanted Chanyeol’s words, but at the same time, knew that he had pushed for the male to reject him that way.
Baekhyun reverted back to his old ways in order to get through the school days, constantly closing himself out from the world and plugging in his earphones so he could drown out the loud sounds from the environment around him, often listening to heavy metal with his head against his desk for half of a lecture period. No one bothered him about it, all fearful of him due to the built image of an introvert who’d rip off the head of anyone who dared to pull out an ear bud.
The teacher in front of him was spouting the usual recitals of history through and through. The World Wars and the intricate details of the first. He paid attention, but only for his graduation status. If he had the choice to leave and use Jongdae’s office to lie to sleep away all his problems, he would. Baekhyun knew he would.
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“There’s going to be a scout at our next game versus Hanseong. Next Thursday. Coach has been putting more pressure on all of us to perform well then. Ideally, it’s best if we win this game. Show off what we have as a team.”
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes at the soccer captain, watching him as he stepped back, pressing the heel of his shoe hard against the grass before moving up to kick the soccer ball toward the goal. With no one to guard the post, the ball hit the net with no issue at all. In his head, the president thought of it as partially pointless but with no scheduled practice and his teammates gone for the evening, he figured Jongin had no one else to practice with.
Why he was standing there with the sun halfway between its noon position and the horizon, he wasn’t too entirely sure other than the fact that the latter had invited him to have his company and that he, so wrapped up and buried underneath so much work and student council business, accepted knowing how he needed the break. Watching the other play and dedicatedly practice, however, sparked an old desire in him to play as well, but Kyungsoo was quick to shut the feeling down.
“If there’s going to be a scout, to hell with winning the damn game. Make sure you’re out there doing every goddamn magic trick in the book to impress him,” Kyungsoo muttered, his arms crossed tightly against his chest as he walked back and forth. “Don’t worry about your teammates either. Handle yourself. You’re not responsible for their future, only your own.”
“There is no ‘I’ in team, Kyungsoo,” Jongin half-heartedly teased as he kicked another ball into the air. “Though, I agree that being a little bit selfish will put me in a better place.”
“I don’t see why you have to hold back and try to drag everyone else along so you all look fantastic in front of this scout when more than half of your team has no intention of trying to make it to the professional league like you do.” Gripping his hands, Kyungsoo sighed. “When you’re old, do you die together with others accordingly? No… You die when you die and you don’t wait for anyone else…”
“So when Thursday comes, you think I should try to score as much as I can?”
“No,” Kyungsoo said bluntly. “There’s more to being scouted than acting like an asshole who doesn’t know how to share the ball. Show leadership, show your skills, but show what makes you stand out. No one’s going to fucking scout you if they think you don’t know how to communicate and play with your teammates well. What good are you then as a one-man team?”
“I thought you’d say that.” Looking back at him, Jongin tap his foot against a ball, letting it roll its way towards him. “Ever played in front of a scout, Soo?”
Pursing his lips, Kyungsoo leaned forward, grasping the ball with the tip of his fingers and pulling in closer until he was able to grab it with both of his hands. “Once.”
“And?”
“Didn’t impress him enough.” After throwing the ball back in the captain’s possession, Kyungsoo ran a hand through his hair, pulling through the tangles and the mess. “Thought I’d show off a bit and stand out, but like I said, scouts don’t like assholes.”
Jongin said nothing in return, only staring at him, acknowledging the latter’s past experience, but never commenting. After he raised his eyes in the direction of the main school campus, he cocked his head. “Right, well… Looks like we’ve got company… What’s going on, Park?”
Kyungsoo tensed before turning his head back around and seeing the basketball jock dressed in home wear, walking towards them. With his lips tight together, he pushed himself off the ground, patting away grass that had stuck onto his jeans.
“Hey, guys. Um, nothing much really.” To Kyungsoo’s ears, it sounded as if the man was breathless. When he got a closer look of him, Chanyeol’s disheveled appearance confirmed his feeling. The boy looked like he had ran there all the way from home, especially with how he dressed. “I just… I just thought of something and I needed to talk with Kyungsoo about it.”
Jongin didn’t question him. He said nothing about his friend’s appearance or the urgency that came with his voice. Merely shrugging, he turned his back and set the soccer ball back on the ground. “Fine by me.”
Kyungsoo made no argument when Chanyeol then looked to him, silently asking if it was alright to take him away for a second. When he began to step away from Jongin, the giant followed, taking just a few steps to fall in line with the student body president.
Cutting straight to the chase despite being in no hurry to finish or rejoin the man behind him, Kyungsoo kept his eyes low on the grassy field when he asked, “What do you want now?”
“I was at home and I was trying to ask you if you knew anything about who wrote the letters--You weren’t answering, and I needed to know because…” Chanyeol trailed off, garnering a glance from the president, but then continued on. “I’m trying to give him a break--Space. He said he wants it, and he needs it, but it’s not doing us any good.”
“You know what space creates? Distance. Basic common sense, Park,” Kyungsoo muttered, his eyes back towards the ground. “As for your inquiries, yes and no. It’s a girl, but… I don’t know who she is.”
“When do they put the letters in, then? Do you know?”
“In the morning.”
Chanyeol kept quiet, nodding as he mulled over the facts. Setting his alarm for an earlier time would allow him to make it to school as early as he possibly could. Knowing Baekhyun, the brunet would most likely not even step foot on campus until five minutes before the late bell. That would give him enough time to either find whoever was leaving the letters or take the letters away before Baekhyun tortured himself by reading them…
“Kyungsoo, do you know if Baekhyun’s bought tickets yet?”
“Tickets for what?” Kyungsoo asked back, slightly annoyed at the latter’s lack of details.
“Prom.”
Snorting, the president rolled his eyes. “As far as I know? Maybe. I don’t look over every single name in the book, but it’s possible. I saw him entering the office while I was on my way to the student council room. Anyways, shouldn’t you know what your own boyfriend’s up to?”
“Yes, but… Something came up. He’s not going with me.”
For a second, Kyungsoo looked intrigued, but then quickly hid his curiosity. “Oh, woe is me.”
Frowning at the sarcasm, Chanyeol stopped walking and turned to face the president. “Can you, like… I don’t know. Answer your phone for once? It’s a lot easier than coming over here in a hurry.”
“No one asked you to come back on school grounds just to annoy me.”
“I wasn’t trying to. I was going to pick Baekhyun up from work and I stopped by here to--”
Throwing him a confused look, Kyungsoo furrowed his brows. “What do you mean you’re going to pick him up? If he said he wanted the space, what the hell are you doing going over there to corner him?”
“I’m not--”
“Park, the closer you try to get to him at this point, the farther he’ll be. I’m already expecting him to come crawling back to me, so if you want him? Stay where you are and leave him alone.” Kyungsoo growled, pushing his hair back. “One of these days, the space will be permanent and you won’t be able to do anything about it… If you really love him, let him go. It’s going to hurt like hell, but sometimes what’s best isn’t what’s easiest. You’ll have to learn that on your own.”
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Baekhyun stared at the old records near the back of the store. They reminded him of the ones Chanyeol kept in his room, near all the instruments and the guitars. Sometimes, he liked to refer to the space as the music corner, but he never really said it outloud to the giant himself. For a moment, the brunet had his hand held out, ready to graze a touch from the old things that brought him a sense of familiarity, but then stopped when he heard his name being called.
“What?”
Jihoon grinned, keeping the empty box carton under his arm tight against his side. “I asked you if you were going to take your break now.”
Blinking, Baekhyun glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearing six. He had planned on taking a break at seven to eat a little bit, but the thought of company also seemed enticing and nice. At least for the moment.
“I could.”
“Well, I’m going out to buy some food at the convenience store. If you want to come, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
After mulling over the offer for a few seconds, Baekhyun nodded. “Promise?”
“Always, princess.”
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The walk from the bus stop to Baekhyun’s part-time job didn’t take long. Though heavily advised otherwise, Chanyeol made the decision to see the brunet and maybe walk him home. Stopping by a bakery, he spent a few dollars in order to fill a medium-sized bag. Maybe Baekhyun would’ve wanted something warm to eat since the bread was fresh and still toasty. It’d give them an opportunity to interact, maybe not romantically, but in simple and friendly terms.
It was dark with nothing but the nightlife lighting the streets and the buildings. It was nearing the time when Baekhyun usually clocked off, but Chanyeol decided to wait on the other side of the street on purpose. He didn’t want to be caught creepily waiting with a bag of bread by the brunet’s co-workers or boss despite being embarrassed as he awkwardly stood against a wall as people stared when they walked by.
Pressing the bag to his chest and holding it protectively, Chanyeol hoped that the small action would keep the bread warm for the meanwhile. Constantly checking his phone, he watched each minute go by until it became five minutes past nine and Baekhyun could be seen through the music store’s window making last minute good-byes before heading towards the door.
Chanyeol straightened himself and moved over to the crosswalk where the red light told all the pedestrians to wait before crossing. As the seconds ticked on by, he watched Baekhyun turned to his left, his usual route when walking home, but after five steps or so, he stopped.
The giant’s eyes followed in the direction where Baekhyun looked back to and Chanyeol saw Jihoon, arm out as if desperate for the brunet’s attention. Then, almost reluctantly, Baekhyun turned on his heel and walked towards him, and the two met in the middle.
The grip on the bag tightened. Chanyeol watched as the two talked. Baekhyun, for some reason, shook his head and attempted to go back in the direction of his route, but Jihoon coaxingly held his hand and tugged him back.
The white light lit and everyone except for the athlete walked.
Then, after arguing, Baekhyun let himself be taken under Jihoon’s arm and the older man gently guided them to the right, away from the brunet’s home.
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“I know you don’t eat very much, which I think is kind of bad, but I know the best barbeque place in this area.” Jihoon pointed down the busy street. “It’s down there. They don’t get a lot of customers which is a shame, but it’s better for us. That means we can get a table really fast. What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
Baekhyun looked up at him for a moment before answering. “I like pork belly.”
“Such a big appetite for someone who doesn’t eat a lot.”
“Well, you asked.”
“That I did… Well, hey, you know what, I am paying for this so--”
Jihoon’s voice trailed off when he felt Baekhyun move away from him. Looking back, however, he realized that the brunet hadn’t moved on his own. He was pulled.
“I’m sorry, but I have to take Baekhyun home right now. It’s an emergency.”
Gaping, Baekhyun looked at his boyfriend with wide eyes. The athlete looked as if something urgent had happened. He was out of breath, winded, and shaking. “Chanyeol, what’s--”
Turning his eyes to Baekhyun, Chanyeol shook his head, chest still heaving. “Not now. We have to get you home. I’ll tell you on the way.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to ask, but something about Chanyeol’s demeanor told him otherwise. Instead, he focused on Jihoon who stood with his brows raised. “I’m sorry… I can’t have dinner with you after all. Maybe some other time.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jihoon muttered before giving them a grin. “It’s an emergency, right?”
“I’ll make it up--”
“I told you to not worry about it,” the older man said, shaking his head. “Go.”
“I--”
Chanyeol interrupted, tugging on Baekhyun’s arm. “Come on! We have to go now!”
Before he could say another apology, Baekhyun found himself jogging with the athlete, running past all the people on the street, even making their way across another street in the last three seconds before the pedestrians were told to stop.
Several times, Baekhyun tried to say Chanyeol’s name, tried to get the male to stop and explain to him what the emergency was, but the boy wouldn’t have it. They kept running and running up until it got the point when Baekhyun felt that deep down, they were running for no reason at all.
It was only when they reached a park that Chanyeol stopped to an immediate halt, causing the brunet behind him to run against his back, hitting him until both stumbled forward before catching themselves. When Baekhyun fell to his knees, breathless and exhausted, the athlete unceremoniously let go of his hand.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, straining his voice just to talk. “What the hell…?”
Though they had both run the exact same distance at the same exact relative pace, Baekhyun noticed that the latter wasn’t as affected by the run as he was. However, it didn’t come as a big surprise. His boyfriend was used to the conditions.
The giant kept his back turned, hands firmly on his waist. The bakery bag had become crumpled with countless creases where Chanyeol’s hand had gripped it for the entirety of the run.
“There’s no emergency.”
Baekhyun raised his head. “What?”
“There’s no emergency. I lied.” Clenching his jaw, Chanyeol turned, looking down at him.
“Then what the hell were you doing--”
“I don’t know, Baek! But I’m not going to apologize for it. You should’ve just gone home, not--” Scowling, Chanyeol dragged a hand through his hair. “Don’t let him touch you like that. That’s not a junior-senior relationship, Baek! You can’t let other people call you princess and let them hold you close to them like they’re your fucking boyfriend!”
“So you’re jealous!?”
“Of course, I’m fucking jealous! I’m jealous and I’m angry, not to mention fucking disappointed in you!” Chanyeol turned his back half-way before changing his mind and faced Baekhyun again. “You can have friends, Baek, and you can be close to people! I get that, but you’re blatantly walking between the line of what’s friendship and what’s more, and you know that it’s wrong for you to let anybody else but me hold you like that!”
Cursing under his breath, Baekhyun pushed himself off the sidewalk, wobbling to his left before catching himself. “Can you just…stop yelling at me…Fuck. I’m so tired from running for nothing and--”
“And what?”
Gritting his teeth, Baekhyun glared. “You said you’d give me space, Chanyeol.”
“You wanted space. I gave you that. What I didn’t give you was permission to go off and let yourself get pulled on by other guys!” Muttering to himself, Chanyeol ran a hand down his face. “You know, I thought that five days was enough space. I gave you enough time to think and be by yourself… Giving somebody space doesn’t mean the same thing as taking a break, Baek.”
“I already cheated on you, Chanyeol. How the hell is going to dinner with the guy any worse--”
“You did not cheat, Baekhyun.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Stop lying. You know you didn’t...” Glancing to his right, Chanyeol avoided the brunet’s desperate eyes. “Why are you constantly lying to my face nowadays? You used to be upfront about everything, and now it feels like everything has a double meaning to it.”
“I’m not lying--I’m not that inconsolable!” Baekhyun took a step towards him. “Park Chanyeol, I told you to leave me alone. I didn’t ask for you to be here tonight!”
“Yes, you are! You’re always lying!” Chanyeol snapped. “And I’m here because I wanted to walk you home. Me. Your boyfriend, who loves you more than anything, who couldn’t stand to ignore you another fucking day, who didn’t want you alone anymore! Alright? Is that such a bad reason for coming!?”
“Half-truths aren’t lies!”
“I don’t want half-truths! I want the whole truth and I fucking want you!” Chanyeol stood shaking, both arms by his side. His hand began to crush the bag again. “You’re desperate to make me hate you. I realize that. But can’t you see that I don’t want to have that kind of relationship with you? I don’t want to hate you, Baek. I never will.”
“You’d be surprised by how quickly some people will go back on their word, Yeol.”
“I won’t. When have I ever turned back on anything I’ve ever said to you?”
“The space--”
“Oh my god. Stop it...” Chanyeol tapped a finger on the brunet’s chest. Hard, but nonthreatening. “You need to stop. I love you, but you have to stop trying so hard! I already explained to you that I gave you enough space and that--”
“Then what the hell do you want me to do!?” Baekhyun cried, pushing the male’s hand away.
Chanyeol flared. “Love me back! Love me back without fucking caring about other people! Why is that so hard for you!?”
“You don’t understand--”
“Because you never give me the chance to!” Taking in a deep breath, Chanyeol took a step back. He could see that the latter was beginning to get emotional, edging towards his last wits, so close to breaking down...
“You’re not going to prom with him.”
Baekhyun gaped. “What are you talking about?”
“Jihoon. You’re not going with him.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You will not.”
“I already said yes and I already bought our bid, so I’m going.”
“You’re going to tell him that you changed your mind, you’re going to give your bid to another couple, and you’re not going to go to prom unless it’s with me.”
Angrily, Baekhyun threw his arms out. “It’s a dance, Chanyeol! A stupid high school dance filled with cheap decorations, terrible drinks, god-awful music, and ugly dresses that’ve been targeting girls since the day they were old enough to know what the hell prom is! It’s not that special!”
“You’re right. Prom, itself, isn’t special, but that’s not why people go. They don’t go for the decorations or the music. They go for the memories.”
“Memories are for the sentimental.”
Chanyeol pursed his lips. “Then you won’t mind if I go with somebody else and make those memories with them… You won’t care.”
Dryly, Baekhyun answered. “No.”
“If I held them close to me while dancing or kissed them on the cheek--”
“Chanyeol, you can take them to a hotel room and fuck them for all I care…” the brunet muttered, lowering his eyes. “It’ll be a fitting way to end your prom memories, right? Let them take your virginity. It doesn’t matter to me. In fact, you’re quite better off having your first with someone else--”
“Baekhyun...”
“Though I advise you that it should probably be with a girl. They require far less work than if you were going to do it with a guy.” Baekhyun continued to evade the other’s eyes, feeling numb, but ignoring his conscience. “I don’t want to be your first. I have no intention of making you even more emotionally attached to me just for taking your virginity. I want you to get away, and I’m not drunk this time, so I know what I’m saying to you right now.”
“No, you don’t…”
He expected to be hit, and, in the very least, shoved. It would’ve been well-deserved, but when Baekhyun looked up, all he saw Chanyeol looking down at the bag in his hand. The brunet made no comment.
“I want you to stop lying and just tell me the truth already, but I feel like the day you decide to start being honest…” Slowly growing quiet, Chanyeol never finished his sentence. Instead, he held out the brown bag, and when Baekhyun wouldn’t take it, he pushed it onto the brunet’s chest until the latter had no other choice but to accept. “It’s bread. I bought it because I thought you might be hungry. It was warm when I got it, but it’s probably cold by now. Just… eat it with something hot, preferably milk…”
Looking off in the direction behind Baekhyun, Chanyeol drew his lips into a thin line, and with a heavy feeling in his chest, sighed. “I want you to go home. Don’t even open your mouth and argue with me. Just go. Don’t talk to anybody you don’t know, don’t walk around the block to run back to him... Just go home, eat, and go to bed. I won’t contact you anymore unless I have to, because it seems to me like you don’t want space… You want a break. A legitimate break where we’re allowed to see other people and do things with them.”
Despite how badly Chanyeol wanted the brunet to refute, Baekhyun was silent.
Quietly, the athlete nodded. “Call me or text me if you ever need anything.” Again, he waited for a response, but when nothing came, he accepted the silence and began to walk away, only stopping long enough to add: “I’ll be around when you’re ready to start talking to me… When you’re ready to be the person who took me to a rock concert again or when you want to be the boy who told me that he didn’t care about what other people might say because this relationship was between me and him, then just call… You know I’ll always answer.”
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Just as it was before, days were spent in avoidance and silence, but not enough of those days passed by the time Kyungsoo sat down with the brunet on the rooftop and softly informed him that he had seen Chanyeol’s name written down on the list of students who had bought tickets for prom. And when Baekhyun finally let the news settle, he asked, “With who?”
Kyungsoo avoided his gaze, though not enough to hide his disgust when he answered. “The girl he dated before you… He’ll be going with an ex.”
a/n: you hate Baekhyun now, but I swear you'll love him and you'll fall in love with him in like 2 chapters. ALSO, i'll be moving in to my college dorm on Saturday. Won't know when I'll update again, but knowing me, it won't take more than a month to get the prom chapter/w=something something chapter poster. Thanksssssss
Also, I was thinking about Pandesal if you know what I mean ;--S Best when hot but also good with Milo!
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a/n: this chapter isn't as good or long or angsty as the last chapter. slight fluff. maybeee some angst. i dont really know. anyways, chanyeol buys bread.
Chanyeol’s focus at work began to degrade, though he tried his best to push aside his feelings to enable himself to smile and greet customers as he was supposed to do on the job at the store. His boss had put him on the register due to his popularity with customers, so rather than working in the back where he would’ve been free to be act the way he actually felt on the inside, he had to force himself to grin and smile at numerous people when he all he wanted to do was go home and think about things that would inevitably bring him down.
Baekhyun’s outburst and drunken state happened on Saturday, and it was already Tuesday. That was three days of absolute silence, and though it killed him every day to try and avoid looking in Baekhyun’s direction whenever the brunet came into view, Chanyeol was determined to keep his word. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t hard.
After sending off another customer, Chanyeol turned his focus to the next woman who approached his lane. Casually, he smiled as he took the first item off the belt. “Hello! Did you find everything okay?”
“Yes, yes. I did--oh!” Raising a brow, Chanyeol looked at her again only to find the old woman staring at him with her head tilted to the side. “Baekhyun’s friend?”
“Huh?”
“You’re Baekhyun’s friend.”
It took a second to register the woman’s words before it began. Chanyeol realized where he had seen her before. “Ah, Baekhyun’s grandmother! Yeah, hi!”
“I haven’t seen you in a while… How’s school?”
God-awful, but Chanyeol couldn’t honestly say that. Instead, he shrugged as he checked out her items, mostly groceries and vegetables, out. “It’s been great. My basketball team won the game on Saturday. A few more wins and we’ll make it to regionals now.”
“That’s exciting… If only Baekhyun was into that type of thing, but there’s nothing wrong with what he likes, either.”
“No. There isn’t.”
“Are you still friends with my grandson?”
Chanyeol blinked, so unused to the word friend but remembered how their relationship was relatively on the down low for the most part. Nodding, he gave her a soft smile. “Yeah. I am.”
Shaking her head, the old woman muttered words under her breath too quiet for Chanyeol to catch. Then, she looked up and sighed. “That’s too bad... I thought you two looked cute together...”
“What?”
“Nothing,” the woman said, giving him a smile that reminded the giant of his boyfriend’s often faint, but familiar grin.
“Oh, okay.” Chanyeol's eyes lingered on her for a few moments before remembering where he was and what he was doing. After finishing up her last items, he put everything in the cash register, and asked, “Will you be needing any help carrying these?”
“No, no,” she said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a few bills. “That should pay for everything. I come by and buy the same things every week.”
“Not into change?” Chanyeol playfully asked as he punched in the amount given to him and opened the register.
“I’ve been eating the same thing for years, and I like it that way.”
“Hmmm…” Chanyeol taps his fingers on the counter as he waited for the machine to print the receipt. Then, on a whim, he looked at the elderly woman and asked, “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m just wondering… Where does Baekhyun get his stubbornness from?”
“I don’t really know. Must’ve gotten it from my husband.”
“Ah… Are you from his mother’s side?”
“Father’s. It must be a common trait for men of the Byun line,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Sometimes, it’s cute. Sometimes, it’s not.”
“I can back you up on that,” Chanyeol said, laughing as he ripped the receipt from the machine. Handing it over to her, he nodded. “Have a nice evening.”
“You, too, Chan...Yeol?”
Appreciating the gesture of trying to read his name tag despite being slightly far in terms of height differences, Chanyeol smiled. “Come back soon!”
“I will, I will…” Taking her bags, she turned to head towards the exit, almost wobbling from side to side. “Thank you for being Baekhyun’s friend. You really are too kind.”
“It’s not a problem--”
“But I wish you two were more.” Huffing, Baekhyun’s grandmother began to make small steps away from the confused cashier. “He’s just too shy, I suppose…”
“We’re actually not--” Chanyeol bit down on his bottom lip. The old woman was too far away for him to continue yelling after her. Besides that fact, there was another customer waiting to get her items checked out and Chanyeol was on the job. In the end, he pursed his lips before smiling at the next woman in line and greeting her, pushing Baekhyun and the murkiness of their relationship to the back of his mind.
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Baekhyun drifted in and out of consciousness during school, but it wasn’t a serious matter. It was neither due to lack of sleep nor poor health habits, but rather, the fact that he could barely keep his concentration. Granted that he passed every quiz and test by the bare minimum on purpose on both Monday and Tuesday, his mind was bent on drifting away during lessons and only returning when his ears heard his name being called by whoever was teaching the class at the moment.
Luhan had expressed his concerns during a passing period in the hall, almost whispering the dark details underneath Baekhyun’s eyes, but the brunet merely shrugged off the latter’s worried agenda and smiled. “I’m just working longer hours and catching up on homework late at night,” he explained. “It’s nothing much to worry about.”
The blonde hadn’t bought the excuse, eyes only focusing more on him when Baekhyun looked passed him in order to catch a short glimpse of a certain athlete. After muttering what sounded like “If you say so” to Baekhyun, Luhan left his side to use the restroom before the beginning of third period. The brunet stayed at the water fountain station to pass the time away and to keep himself from feeling any hunger at all.
Waking up that Sunday morning had been Hell. Though Baekhyun wanted to forget the events of the night before so badly, he couldn’t. Every single thing that he said was burned in his mind and he couldn’t escape the drowning feeling of guilt that overcame him when he realized what he had done.
It hurt even more when he rolled over to check his phone, only to see no messages from his boyfriend at all. Just a simple text from Jihoon reminding him to drink a lot of water and eat, but Baekhyun couldn’t have cared less about that message. He wanted Chanyeol’s words, but at the same time, knew that he had pushed for the male to reject him that way.
Baekhyun reverted back to his old ways in order to get through the school days, constantly closing himself out from the world and plugging in his earphones so he could drown out the loud sounds from the environment around him, often listening to heavy metal with his head against his desk for half of a lecture period. No one bothered him about it, all fearful of him due to the built image of an introvert who’d rip off the head of anyone who dared to pull out an ear bud.
The teacher in front of him was spouting the usual recitals of history through and through. The World Wars and the intricate details of the first. He paid attention, but only for his graduation status. If he had the choice to leave and use Jongdae’s office to lie to sleep away all his problems, he would. Baekhyun knew he would.
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“There’s going to be a scout at our next game versus Hanseong. Next Thursday. Coach has been putting more pressure on all of us to perform well then. Ideally, it’s best if we win this game. Show off what we have as a team.”
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes at the soccer captain, watching him as he stepped back, pressing the heel of his shoe hard against the grass before moving up to kick the soccer ball toward the goal. With no one to guard the post, the ball hit the net with no issue at all. In his head, the president thought of it as partially pointless but with no scheduled practice and his teammates gone for the evening, he figured Jongin had no one else to practice with.
Why he was standing there with the sun halfway between its noon position and the horizon, he wasn’t too entirely sure other than the fact that the latter had invited him to have his company and that he, so wrapped up and buried underneath so much work and student council business, accepted knowing how he needed the break. Watching the other play and dedicatedly practice, however, sparked an old desire in him to play as well, but Kyungsoo was quick to shut the feeling down.
“If there’s going to be a scout, to hell with winning the damn game. Make sure you’re out there doing every goddamn magic trick in the book to impress him,” Kyungsoo muttered, his arms crossed tightly against his chest as he walked back and forth. “Don’t worry about your teammates either. Handle yourself. You’re not responsible for their future, only your own.”
“There is no ‘I’ in team, Kyungsoo,” Jongin half-heartedly teased as he kicked another ball into the air. “Though, I agree that being a little bit selfish will put me in a better place.”
“I don’t see why you have to hold back and try to drag everyone else along so you all look fantastic in front of this scout when more than half of your team has no intention of trying to make it to the professional league like you do.” Gripping his hands, Kyungsoo sighed. “When you’re old, do you die together with others accordingly? No… You die when you die and you don’t wait for anyone else…”
“So when Thursday comes, you think I should try to score as much as I can?”
“No,” Kyungsoo said bluntly. “There’s more to being scouted than acting like an asshole who doesn’t know how to share the ball. Show leadership, show your skills, but show what makes you stand out. No one’s going to fucking scout you if they think you don’t know how to communicate and play with your teammates well. What good are you then as a one-man team?”
“I thought you’d say that.” Looking back at him, Jongin tap his foot against a ball, letting it roll its way towards him. “Ever played in front of a scout, Soo?”
Pursing his lips, Kyungsoo leaned forward, grasping the ball with the tip of his fingers and pulling in closer until he was able to grab it with both of his hands. “Once.”
“And?”
“Didn’t impress him enough.” After throwing the ball back in the captain’s possession, Kyungsoo ran a hand through his hair, pulling through the tangles and the mess. “Thought I’d show off a bit and stand out, but like I said, scouts don’t like assholes.”
Jongin said nothing in return, only staring at him, acknowledging the latter’s past experience, but never commenting. After he raised his eyes in the direction of the main school campus, he cocked his head. “Right, well… Looks like we’ve got company… What’s going on, Park?”
Kyungsoo tensed before turning his head back around and seeing the basketball jock dressed in home wear, walking towards them. With his lips tight together, he pushed himself off the ground, patting away grass that had stuck onto his jeans.
“Hey, guys. Um, nothing much really.” To Kyungsoo’s ears, it sounded as if the man was breathless. When he got a closer look of him, Chanyeol’s disheveled appearance confirmed his feeling. The boy looked like he had ran there all the way from home, especially with how he dressed. “I just… I just thought of something and I needed to talk with Kyungsoo about it.”
Jongin didn’t question him. He said nothing about his friend’s appearance or the urgency that came with his voice. Merely shrugging, he turned his back and set the soccer ball back on the ground. “Fine by me.”
Kyungsoo made no argument when Chanyeol then looked to him, silently asking if it was alright to take him away for a second. When he began to step away from Jongin, the giant followed, taking just a few steps to fall in line with the student body president.
Cutting straight to the chase despite being in no hurry to finish or rejoin the man behind him, Kyungsoo kept his eyes low on the grassy field when he asked, “What do you want now?”
“I was at home and I was trying to ask you if you knew anything about who wrote the letters--You weren’t answering, and I needed to know because…” Chanyeol trailed off, garnering a glance from the president, but then continued on. “I’m trying to give him a break--Space. He said he wants it, and he needs it, but it’s not doing us any good.”
“You know what space creates? Distance. Basic common sense, Park,” Kyungsoo muttered, his eyes back towards the ground. “As for your inquiries, yes and no. It’s a girl, but… I don’t know who she is.”
“When do they put the letters in, then? Do you know?”
“In the morning.”
Chanyeol kept quiet, nodding as he mulled over the facts. Setting his alarm for an earlier time would allow him to make it to school as early as he possibly could. Knowing Baekhyun, the brunet would most likely not even step foot on campus until five minutes before the late bell. That would give him enough time to either find whoever was leaving the letters or take the letters away before Baekhyun tortured himself by reading them…
“Kyungsoo, do you know if Baekhyun’s bought tickets yet?”
“Tickets for what?” Kyungsoo asked back, slightly annoyed at the latter’s lack of details.
“Prom.”
Snorting, the president rolled his eyes. “As far as I know? Maybe. I don’t look over every single name in the book, but it’s possible. I saw him entering the office while I was on my way to the student council room. Anyways, shouldn’t you know what your own boyfriend’s up to?”
“Yes, but… Something came up. He’s not going with me.”
For a second, Kyungsoo looked intrigued, but then quickly hid his curiosity. “Oh, woe is me.”
Frowning at the sarcasm, Chanyeol stopped walking and turned to face the president. “Can you, like… I don’t know. Answer your phone for once? It’s a lot easier than coming over here in a hurry.”
“No one asked you to come back on school grounds just to annoy me.”
“I wasn’t trying to. I was going to pick Baekhyun up from work and I stopped by here to--”
Throwing him a confused look, Kyungsoo furrowed his brows. “What do you mean you’re going to pick him up? If he said he wanted the space, what the hell are you doing going over there to corner him?”
“I’m not--”
“Park, the closer you try to get to him at this point, the farther he’ll be. I’m already expecting him to come crawling back to me, so if you want him? Stay where you are and leave him alone.” Kyungsoo growled, pushing his hair back. “One of these days, the space will be permanent and you won’t be able to do anything about it… If you really love him, let him go. It’s going to hurt like hell, but sometimes what’s best isn’t what’s easiest. You’ll have to learn that on your own.”
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Baekhyun stared at the old records near the back of the store. They reminded him of the ones Chanyeol kept in his room, near all the instruments and the guitars. Sometimes, he liked to refer to the space as the music corner, but he never really said it outloud to the giant himself. For a moment, the brunet had his hand held out, ready to graze a touch from the old things that brought him a sense of familiarity, but then stopped when he heard his name being called.
“What?”
Jihoon grinned, keeping the empty box carton under his arm tight against his side. “I asked you if you were going to take your break now.”
Blinking, Baekhyun glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearing six. He had planned on taking a break at seven to eat a little bit, but the thought of company also seemed enticing and nice. At least for the moment.
“I could.”
“Well, I’m going out to buy some food at the convenience store. If you want to come, I’ll buy whatever you want.”
After mulling over the offer for a few seconds, Baekhyun nodded. “Promise?”
“Always, princess.”
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The walk from the bus stop to Baekhyun’s part-time job didn’t take long. Though heavily advised otherwise, Chanyeol made the decision to see the brunet and maybe walk him home. Stopping by a bakery, he spent a few dollars in order to fill a medium-sized bag. Maybe Baekhyun would’ve wanted something warm to eat since the bread was fresh and still toasty. It’d give them an opportunity to interact, maybe not romantically, but in simple and friendly terms.
It was dark with nothing but the nightlife lighting the streets and the buildings. It was nearing the time when Baekhyun usually clocked off, but Chanyeol decided to wait on the other side of the street on purpose. He didn’t want to be caught creepily waiting with a bag of bread by the brunet’s co-workers or boss despite being embarrassed as he awkwardly stood against a wall as people stared when they walked by.
Pressing the bag to his chest and holding it protectively, Chanyeol hoped that the small action would keep the bread warm for the meanwhile. Constantly checking his phone, he watched each minute go by until it became five minutes past nine and Baekhyun could be seen through the music store’s window making last minute good-byes before heading towards the door.
Chanyeol straightened himself and moved over to the crosswalk where the red light told all the pedestrians to wait before crossing. As the seconds ticked on by, he watched Baekhyun turned to his left, his usual route when walking home, but after five steps or so, he stopped.
The giant’s eyes followed in the direction where Baekhyun looked back to and Chanyeol saw Jihoon, arm out as if desperate for the brunet’s attention. Then, almost reluctantly, Baekhyun turned on his heel and walked towards him, and the two met in the middle.
The grip on the bag tightened. Chanyeol watched as the two talked. Baekhyun, for some reason, shook his head and attempted to go back in the direction of his route, but Jihoon coaxingly held his hand and tugged him back.
The white light lit and everyone except for the athlete walked.
Then, after arguing, Baekhyun let himself be taken under Jihoon’s arm and the older man gently guided them to the right, away from the brunet’s home.
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“I know you don’t eat very much, which I think is kind of bad, but I know the best barbeque place in this area.” Jihoon pointed down the busy street. “It’s down there. They don’t get a lot of customers which is a shame, but it’s better for us. That means we can get a table really fast. What’s your favorite thing to eat?”
Baekhyun looked up at him for a moment before answering. “I like pork belly.”
“Such a big appetite for someone who doesn’t eat a lot.”
“Well, you asked.”
“That I did… Well, hey, you know what, I am paying for this so--”
Jihoon’s voice trailed off when he felt Baekhyun move away from him. Looking back, however, he realized that the brunet hadn’t moved on his own. He was pulled.
“I’m sorry, but I have to take Baekhyun home right now. It’s an emergency.”
Gaping, Baekhyun looked at his boyfriend with wide eyes. The athlete looked as if something urgent had happened. He was out of breath, winded, and shaking. “Chanyeol, what’s--”
Turning his eyes to Baekhyun, Chanyeol shook his head, chest still heaving. “Not now. We have to get you home. I’ll tell you on the way.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to ask, but something about Chanyeol’s demeanor told him otherwise. Instead, he focused on Jihoon who stood with his brows raised. “I’m sorry… I can’t have dinner with you after all. Maybe some other time.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jihoon muttered before giving them a grin. “It’s an emergency, right?”
“I’ll make it up--”
“I told you to not worry about it,” the older man said, shaking his head. “Go.”
“I--”
Chanyeol interrupted, tugging on Baekhyun’s arm. “Come on! We have to go now!”
Before he could say another apology, Baekhyun found himself jogging with the athlete, running past all the people on the street, even making their way across another street in the last three seconds before the pedestrians were told to stop.
Several times, Baekhyun tried to say Chanyeol’s name, tried to get the male to stop and explain to him what the emergency was, but the boy wouldn’t have it. They kept running and running up until it got the point when Baekhyun felt that deep down, they were running for no reason at all.
It was only when they reached a park that Chanyeol stopped to an immediate halt, causing the brunet behind him to run against his back, hitting him until both stumbled forward before catching themselves. When Baekhyun fell to his knees, breathless and exhausted, the athlete unceremoniously let go of his hand.
“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, straining his voice just to talk. “What the hell…?”
Though they had both run the exact same distance at the same exact relative pace, Baekhyun noticed that the latter wasn’t as affected by the run as he was. However, it didn’t come as a big surprise. His boyfriend was used to the conditions.
The giant kept his back turned, hands firmly on his waist. The bakery bag had become crumpled with countless creases where Chanyeol’s hand had gripped it for the entirety of the run.
“There’s no emergency.”
Baekhyun raised his head. “What?”
“There’s no emergency. I lied.” Clenching his jaw, Chanyeol turned, looking down at him.
“Then what the hell were you doing--”
“I don’t know, Baek! But I’m not going to apologize for it. You should’ve just gone home, not--” Scowling, Chanyeol dragged a hand through his hair. “Don’t let him touch you like that. That’s not a junior-senior relationship, Baek! You can’t let other people call you princess and let them hold you close to them like they’re your fucking boyfriend!”
“So you’re jealous!?”
“Of course, I’m fucking jealous! I’m jealous and I’m angry, not to mention fucking disappointed in you!” Chanyeol turned his back half-way before changing his mind and faced Baekhyun again. “You can have friends, Baek, and you can be close to people! I get that, but you’re blatantly walking between the line of what’s friendship and what’s more, and you know that it’s wrong for you to let anybody else but me hold you like that!”
Cursing under his breath, Baekhyun pushed himself off the sidewalk, wobbling to his left before catching himself. “Can you just…stop yelling at me…Fuck. I’m so tired from running for nothing and--”
“And what?”
Gritting his teeth, Baekhyun glared. “You said you’d give me space, Chanyeol.”
“You wanted space. I gave you that. What I didn’t give you was permission to go off and let yourself get pulled on by other guys!” Muttering to himself, Chanyeol ran a hand down his face. “You know, I thought that five days was enough space. I gave you enough time to think and be by yourself… Giving somebody space doesn’t mean the same thing as taking a break, Baek.”
“I already cheated on you, Chanyeol. How the hell is going to dinner with the guy any worse--”
“You did not cheat, Baekhyun.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Stop lying. You know you didn’t...” Glancing to his right, Chanyeol avoided the brunet’s desperate eyes. “Why are you constantly lying to my face nowadays? You used to be upfront about everything, and now it feels like everything has a double meaning to it.”
“I’m not lying--I’m not that inconsolable!” Baekhyun took a step towards him. “Park Chanyeol, I told you to leave me alone. I didn’t ask for you to be here tonight!”
“Yes, you are! You’re always lying!” Chanyeol snapped. “And I’m here because I wanted to walk you home. Me. Your boyfriend, who loves you more than anything, who couldn’t stand to ignore you another fucking day, who didn’t want you alone anymore! Alright? Is that such a bad reason for coming!?”
“Half-truths aren’t lies!”
“I don’t want half-truths! I want the whole truth and I fucking want you!” Chanyeol stood shaking, both arms by his side. His hand began to crush the bag again. “You’re desperate to make me hate you. I realize that. But can’t you see that I don’t want to have that kind of relationship with you? I don’t want to hate you, Baek. I never will.”
“You’d be surprised by how quickly some people will go back on their word, Yeol.”
“I won’t. When have I ever turned back on anything I’ve ever said to you?”
“The space--”
“Oh my god. Stop it...” Chanyeol tapped a finger on the brunet’s chest. Hard, but nonthreatening. “You need to stop. I love you, but you have to stop trying so hard! I already explained to you that I gave you enough space and that--”
“Then what the hell do you want me to do!?” Baekhyun cried, pushing the male’s hand away.
Chanyeol flared. “Love me back! Love me back without fucking caring about other people! Why is that so hard for you!?”
“You don’t understand--”
“Because you never give me the chance to!” Taking in a deep breath, Chanyeol took a step back. He could see that the latter was beginning to get emotional, edging towards his last wits, so close to breaking down...
“You’re not going to prom with him.”
Baekhyun gaped. “What are you talking about?”
“Jihoon. You’re not going with him.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You will not.”
“I already said yes and I already bought our bid, so I’m going.”
“You’re going to tell him that you changed your mind, you’re going to give your bid to another couple, and you’re not going to go to prom unless it’s with me.”
Angrily, Baekhyun threw his arms out. “It’s a dance, Chanyeol! A stupid high school dance filled with cheap decorations, terrible drinks, god-awful music, and ugly dresses that’ve been targeting girls since the day they were old enough to know what the hell prom is! It’s not that special!”
“You’re right. Prom, itself, isn’t special, but that’s not why people go. They don’t go for the decorations or the music. They go for the memories.”
“Memories are for the sentimental.”
Chanyeol pursed his lips. “Then you won’t mind if I go with somebody else and make those memories with them… You won’t care.”
Dryly, Baekhyun answered. “No.”
“If I held them close to me while dancing or kissed them on the cheek--”
“Chanyeol, you can take them to a hotel room and fuck them for all I care…” the brunet muttered, lowering his eyes. “It’ll be a fitting way to end your prom memories, right? Let them take your virginity. It doesn’t matter to me. In fact, you’re quite better off having your first with someone else--”
“Baekhyun...”
“Though I advise you that it should probably be with a girl. They require far less work than if you were going to do it with a guy.” Baekhyun continued to evade the other’s eyes, feeling numb, but ignoring his conscience. “I don’t want to be your first. I have no intention of making you even more emotionally attached to me just for taking your virginity. I want you to get away, and I’m not drunk this time, so I know what I’m saying to you right now.”
“No, you don’t…”
He expected to be hit, and, in the very least, shoved. It would’ve been well-deserved, but when Baekhyun looked up, all he saw Chanyeol looking down at the bag in his hand. The brunet made no comment.
“I want you to stop lying and just tell me the truth already, but I feel like the day you decide to start being honest…” Slowly growing quiet, Chanyeol never finished his sentence. Instead, he held out the brown bag, and when Baekhyun wouldn’t take it, he pushed it onto the brunet’s chest until the latter had no other choice but to accept. “It’s bread. I bought it because I thought you might be hungry. It was warm when I got it, but it’s probably cold by now. Just… eat it with something hot, preferably milk…”
Looking off in the direction behind Baekhyun, Chanyeol drew his lips into a thin line, and with a heavy feeling in his chest, sighed. “I want you to go home. Don’t even open your mouth and argue with me. Just go. Don’t talk to anybody you don’t know, don’t walk around the block to run back to him... Just go home, eat, and go to bed. I won’t contact you anymore unless I have to, because it seems to me like you don’t want space… You want a break. A legitimate break where we’re allowed to see other people and do things with them.”
Despite how badly Chanyeol wanted the brunet to refute, Baekhyun was silent.
Quietly, the athlete nodded. “Call me or text me if you ever need anything.” Again, he waited for a response, but when nothing came, he accepted the silence and began to walk away, only stopping long enough to add: “I’ll be around when you’re ready to start talking to me… When you’re ready to be the person who took me to a rock concert again or when you want to be the boy who told me that he didn’t care about what other people might say because this relationship was between me and him, then just call… You know I’ll always answer.”
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Just as it was before, days were spent in avoidance and silence, but not enough of those days passed by the time Kyungsoo sat down with the brunet on the rooftop and softly informed him that he had seen Chanyeol’s name written down on the list of students who had bought tickets for prom. And when Baekhyun finally let the news settle, he asked, “With who?”
Kyungsoo avoided his gaze, though not enough to hide his disgust when he answered. “The girl he dated before you… He’ll be going with an ex.”
a/n: you hate Baekhyun now, but I swear you'll love him and you'll fall in love with him in like 2 chapters. ALSO, i'll be moving in to my college dorm on Saturday. Won't know when I'll update again, but knowing me, it won't take more than a month to get the prom chapter/w=something something chapter poster. Thanksssssss
Also, I was thinking about Pandesal if you know what I mean ;--S Best when hot but also good with Milo!