Starting Short, Starting Small [1/?]
Title: Starting Short, Starting Small [1/?]
Pairing: Baekyeol
Genre: Slight!Angst, MPREG, Fluff/Romance
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 2,509
Warning: MPREG- slight!talk of abortion
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot (although it would be nice if I could meet the characters huehuehue... I’ll stop now.)
Summary: Kyungsoo wants to be a doctor, Chanyeol wants to be a father. And Baekhyun? He's just starting small.
A/N: First LJ post, I'm already on AFF as exolunaticshipper !! ENJOY~~
Chanyeol nearly misses the cannonball that is Kyungsoo as the smaller pummels his chest with smaller fists.
"Park Chanyeol!" he roars and Chanyeol's sure that either the hallway is quiet or that Kyungsoo has actually managed to deafen him.
He tries to not make his reply sound weak but it nearly comes out as a whimper "W-what?"
"I'm pregnant Chanyeol. I'm... I've got... you're thing inside of me" Kyungsoo sounded like a commotion of emotions and he can barely breathe.
Chanyeol's breath catches in his throat "Preg...nant?" his voice is not over a whisper and while his arms are trembling by his side, his brain notifies how spitefully Kyungsoo had said 'thing'. "You're not happy?"
Kyungsoo sneers at that "Happy? My parents are going to kill me, Park. Your's might be happy go lucky but mine actually care about my future and none of it had a baby included!"
Chanyeol steps back "My family care too" and Kyungsoo downright laughs at him, clutching at his stomach like there wasn't another human being in there.
"Oh really, when you told them you were going to be a musician because it was your dream, did they care then? No, they said it was okay and they let you ruin your life. You're such a wreck it's actually funny sometimes."
Most of the time, Chanyeol is patient, he can understand this is so much for Kyungsoo to handle, that at 19 he's about to become a father. But his words go further than that, more into their relationship.
It's only then Chanyeol zones back in on what the other was saying;
"It was supposed to be a joke, us dating. I'm clever, you're stupid, it just... it just doesn't ever work like that" Kyungsoo breathes in deeply "I'm supposed to become a doctor, that's what my parents want and then you- you ruined everything! My life was perfect without you"
It was then that Kyungsoo noticed how silent Chanyeol had become with his head bowed "We're over then?" he asks quietly and Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes, uncaring at the silent tears that slip down the taller's face.
"We were over before we began Chanyeol. We were never together. And once this is out of me, we will have never existed" Kyungsoo's about to spin on his heel but Chanyeol grips a hold of his wrist;
"What do you mean 'out of you'?" He's panicking because it's his child too and he wants it so bad, always had. "Dont get an abortion Soo... I'll look after it, you won’t even have to see it's face I swear, I'll look after it!"
Chanyeol's begging and he doesn't care. He doesn't care that half of the school's population knows his relationship has been a joke, knows that he's a father and knows right now he's pleading for his own dear child.
Kyungsoo looks disgustedly at his stomach and then at the boy in front of him, on his knees and even his heart twinges at the pathetic child.
"Chanyeol... I cheated on you... with Jongin... I wanted to... I wanted to kill-"
And then Chanyeol was standing up looking horrified "You cheated on me, while our baby was in your stomach?"
Kyungsoo looks taken aback when it's said like that and his brows crease, ready to apologize but Chanyeol isn't done;
"Fuck you Kyungsoo. Fuck you and your theories and your plans. Fuck everything. I really wanted to see the better you, pretend like what we had was something, that the way you avoided me was just because of how you were. But you ... you bitch-" Chanyeol likes to think he could phrase it better but his mind is a whirlwind and he hates Kyungsoo so much "You stupid bitch, a damn whore. I gave everything to you and you... and you... just. With Jongin! My best-friend. You whored around with my best friend!"
Jongin tries to calm him down but is shoved back "Stay the fuck away, I still have words to say to your whore"
Kyungsoo is crying but Chanyeol doesn't care, maybe he once did, but not anymore.
"You're not fit to be a doctor, a nurse and you're definitely not fit to be a father. And when you're done with you're term, I'm coming for my child" Chanyeol hissed "Because my family really care"
--
Chanyeol remembers that day in high school like it was yesterday, fresh in his mind and painted on the back of his eyelids. He also remembers how neither exchanged a word when Kyungsoo gave birth, Chanyeol had helped as much as he could without being in too much contact with the man that broke his heart for his best-friend.
He spoke to Jongin a little. He couldn't hate the younger who had done everything with him when they were smaller.
He looked at the small cot on the other side of the room and at the muted television. His parents had been more than supportive in their words, but their actions had been limited wanting nothing to do with Chanyeol's broken relationship and wanting to keep good ties with the Do's.
Being a single father with a part-time job was hard. Possibly the hardest thing Chanyeol had to face in his 20 years of young life. But he wouldn't trade it for any amount of money, or partying or anything. He really loved his son, Park Jaesung.
As if on cue, the baby began to sob in it's cot, stubby fingers reaching up in desperation and Chanyeol smiled softly when big eyes blinked open to gaze around.
"Jaesung-ah, don't be scared, Dad's here" he cooed and the baby soothed while listening to his voice, gurgling softly, gummy smile flashing every few minutes.
Chanyeol picked the tiny being up "Sweet heart, daddy's going to feed you." He picked up the bowl of porridge on the table and placed the smaller in his high-chair, making airplane noises as the smaller squealed in delight.
"Daddy's going to work today" Chanyeol said softly and as if the smaller understood his words he leaned in and slobbered on his dad's cheek making Chanyeol chuckle. "I love you honey and a nanny will be over to look after you"
He'd called a nanny and that meant he was expecting a woman. By no means was he expecting a cute, twenty something in a graphic tee and dark, tight jeans.
"Uh... hi?" he said, cutely waving and Chanyeol flushed because he had been sure not to ever like anyone after he gave his heart to Kyungsoo.
Dammit! What was it about cute, small men?
Chanyeol gulped "Hi. I'm Mister Park Chanyeol" he held out his hand because he was stupid and his brain wasn’t functioning from all that cute "You are?"
"Baekhyun, you spoke to my manager on the phone?" Baekhyun looked about as nervous as the taller. “Im here to babysit?” he peeks gently at the crawling baby behind the tall man and Chanyeol follow’s his gaze with a fond smile.
“Ah right! Yeah, I called you” He cleared his throat before realising the implications of his words “Not specifically ‘cause that would be super wierd...” Laughing nervously he pouted a little and Baekhyun couldn’t help but stare because how could someone be so adorable when they sound like they swallowed an entire drum and looked like they belonged in a forest.
He laughs along because seriously, Baekhyun needs this job. Start small they said when he failed his exams, not that they were proud, but his parents were firm believers that you couldn’t change the past and you just had to move forward. They were, as usual, right.
“I’ll pay you when I get back, food is in the fridge and the baby food is in the second cupboard on the right” Chanyeol’s sentence becomes muffled as he stuffs buttered toast into his mouth and ties his shoelaces simultaneously while shrugging on his jacket.
He reaches down and pecks Jaesung’s chubby cheeks and accidentally kisses Baekhyun’s too, before diving out of the house out of sheer embarrassment because he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to do that.
Fuck.
And he had to face Baekhyun when he got back home, but he figured he had an angry boss to worry about first.
--
Baekhyun stood frozen. Did the tall, ridiculously hot man just kiss his cheek because... he was flushed from head to toe and the baby was looking at him as if he was the alien.
He assumed it was his adorable face and short height that got to people when he looked after their children, that and he was amazingly good with children, even the worst.
In short, he had a small place hidden in his heart for children probably because of his own baby brother (yeah right, he’s 14 now).
Baekhyun proceeds to look after the child, who is unnaturally well behaved in front of a stranger, trying to stand every now and then, he doesn’t even notice how time flies by or how the baby- Jaesung- clings to him cutely, reaching up to peck his cheek every so often affectionately before getting tired and curling in the elder’s lap, tiny fists clinging to woolly jacket.
He nearly jumps into the air when he hears the front door opening and he places the baby in his cot.
“Baekhyun?” he hears the voice call from downstairs and he hurries downstairs;
“Oh hi, Mr Park” he blushes remembering their moment earlier and Chanyeol avoids his eyes;
“I-I’m... sorry about this morning.” He swallows audibly “I was... thinking about something else... and you are incredibly cute... I was distracted”
“It’s okay” And they both stood there, twenty and looking incredibly awkward. “Im going to-“
“Yeah... that’s a good-“
“Okay then-“
“Baekhyun” Chanyeol suddenly stops, eyes full of genuine thanks “Thankyou for looking after Jaesung, it was short notice and... I really, I know you only do part time but thankyou”
Baekhyun felt his heart swell with pride “It’s okay... actually...” he thought quickly, he liked Chanyeol so far, it couldn’t hurt to help him a little “Here’s my number, if you ever need anyone on short notice... or something”
Chanyeol smiled “Thank you, he takes the number down on a pad, scribbling Baekhyun’s name alongside it.
And he guesses he always starts short.
--
It’s a year on, and Chanyeol has made sure to make Baekhyun his personal baby sitter, because it not only means that Jaesung gets used to one face only and that he can see Baekhyun.
He doesn’t know why but he thinks Baekhyun is stunning. Okay that’s a lie, the boy is more beautiful than anything Chanyeol has ever had the hopes of setting eyes on.
It’s Valentine’s day and Chanyeol’s not usually cliché - he had never been with Kyungsoo, but he makes an effort this year because he likes Baekhyun- a lot.
He still starts small. Just roses.
Walking in the front door, he’s greeted with the sight of Baekhyun cooing at baby Jaesung in his arms, rocking the baby while the smaller just laughs. He cant help but stare at Baekhyun’s face, lit up by his smile, eyes curved into cresents and disappearing under thick lashes, flushed against cherry coloured cheeks.
He clears his throat and Baekhyun blushes looking up “O-Oh hey Chanyeol”
Chanyeol doesn’t move from the doorway looking a little more than anxious “Right. Hi.” He takes a deep breath before starting “Hi, again. I was wondering, if you would like to go out tonight. For dinner. Romantically” Okay, okay, Chanyeol had never really been good with words.
He finally glances up at the shocked face and his heart sinks because what the hell was he thinking, Baekhyun wasn’t looking for this kind of thing, how stupid could he b-
“Yes! Yes! How long did it take you to ask, goddammit!” The shorter boy shrieked, placing Jaesung down safely before throwing himself into the taller’s arms. “Jesus, Park Chanyeol does my form of flirting not work on you? Was the number not a big hint?”
He toyed gently with the giant’s (conveniently giant) ears, before biting his lip “Do I have to hint to kiss too?”
Chanyeol grinned “I don’t know do you?” he chuckled when Baekhyun pouted and leaned down, sliding their lips together as if they belonged, licking and sucking his way into the other’s mouth, all the while allowing his hands to wander under white flowing shirt.
“You’re so lovely” Chanyeol whispered, cupping the smaller’s face as Baekhyun smiled up at him “I think I’m in lo-“
Jaesung began to cry and the moment was lost.
“My mum agreed to look after Jaesung for one night but only if she got to meet you soon” Chanyeol rolled his eyes at his childish mum’s ideas. “But that means we get an entire night to our selves” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“We’ll see” Baekhyun called out, grin near splitting his face.
They spent the night in each other’s embrace, crying out the other’s name as they neared the point of unthinkable ecstasy.
--
Needless to say, it was another month when Baekhyun finally moved in. We’ll when Baekhyun officially moved in.
There were of course the nights which he stayed over at Chanyeol’s house or the nights when he was forced to (he really doesn’t mind) look after Jaesung when Chanyeol was working hard, but it always meant that he left things behind- a coat here, a cup there, cutlery, a change of clothes. Chanyeol never even seemed to notice, he was already that comfortable with Baekhyun.
So yeah when Chanyeol asked the question, Baekhyun simply laughed and said he was already half way there.
It was then more than ever, Chanyeol understood why he was in love with Baekhyun.
But it all came crashing down less than a few months later.
“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun called out “I got an internship!” Chanyeol kissed his boyfriend fully before the other managed to finish him;
“In Japan, isn’t that great?”
It wasn’t as if Baekhyun missed the way Chanyeol’s face fell or the way he shakily bit his lip, but he purposely chose to ignore it, because his resolve would crumble and he had dreamed of this his entire life.
“That’s great Baekhyun!” Chanyeol finally managed and again, Baekhyun pretended as if he didn’t hear the taller’s voice crack or the way shaky arms embraced him “I’m proud of you, well done” The words sounded hollow as if Chanyeol was far away already.
“I think... it’s going to be for a while... that’s why...” Baekhyun took a deep breath because this was killing him internally “We should split apart, take a break” Break up.
He misses the way Chanyeol’s breathing hitches or the way tears fill in almond eyes because he’s turning on his heel and leaving. He doesn’t care he tells himself. He won’t miss Jaesung and his tiny fingers. He won’t miss the house and the warm bed. And most of all he won’t miss his giant.
He swears by it.
Pairing: Baekyeol
Genre: Slight!Angst, MPREG, Fluff/Romance
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 2,509
Warning: MPREG- slight!talk of abortion
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot (although it would be nice if I could meet the characters huehuehue... I’ll stop now.)
Summary: Kyungsoo wants to be a doctor, Chanyeol wants to be a father. And Baekhyun? He's just starting small.
A/N: First LJ post, I'm already on AFF as exolunaticshipper !! ENJOY~~
Chanyeol nearly misses the cannonball that is Kyungsoo as the smaller pummels his chest with smaller fists.
"Park Chanyeol!" he roars and Chanyeol's sure that either the hallway is quiet or that Kyungsoo has actually managed to deafen him.
He tries to not make his reply sound weak but it nearly comes out as a whimper "W-what?"
"I'm pregnant Chanyeol. I'm... I've got... you're thing inside of me" Kyungsoo sounded like a commotion of emotions and he can barely breathe.
Chanyeol's breath catches in his throat "Preg...nant?" his voice is not over a whisper and while his arms are trembling by his side, his brain notifies how spitefully Kyungsoo had said 'thing'. "You're not happy?"
Kyungsoo sneers at that "Happy? My parents are going to kill me, Park. Your's might be happy go lucky but mine actually care about my future and none of it had a baby included!"
Chanyeol steps back "My family care too" and Kyungsoo downright laughs at him, clutching at his stomach like there wasn't another human being in there.
"Oh really, when you told them you were going to be a musician because it was your dream, did they care then? No, they said it was okay and they let you ruin your life. You're such a wreck it's actually funny sometimes."
Most of the time, Chanyeol is patient, he can understand this is so much for Kyungsoo to handle, that at 19 he's about to become a father. But his words go further than that, more into their relationship.
It's only then Chanyeol zones back in on what the other was saying;
"It was supposed to be a joke, us dating. I'm clever, you're stupid, it just... it just doesn't ever work like that" Kyungsoo breathes in deeply "I'm supposed to become a doctor, that's what my parents want and then you- you ruined everything! My life was perfect without you"
It was then that Kyungsoo noticed how silent Chanyeol had become with his head bowed "We're over then?" he asks quietly and Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes, uncaring at the silent tears that slip down the taller's face.
"We were over before we began Chanyeol. We were never together. And once this is out of me, we will have never existed" Kyungsoo's about to spin on his heel but Chanyeol grips a hold of his wrist;
"What do you mean 'out of you'?" He's panicking because it's his child too and he wants it so bad, always had. "Dont get an abortion Soo... I'll look after it, you won’t even have to see it's face I swear, I'll look after it!"
Chanyeol's begging and he doesn't care. He doesn't care that half of the school's population knows his relationship has been a joke, knows that he's a father and knows right now he's pleading for his own dear child.
Kyungsoo looks disgustedly at his stomach and then at the boy in front of him, on his knees and even his heart twinges at the pathetic child.
"Chanyeol... I cheated on you... with Jongin... I wanted to... I wanted to kill-"
And then Chanyeol was standing up looking horrified "You cheated on me, while our baby was in your stomach?"
Kyungsoo looks taken aback when it's said like that and his brows crease, ready to apologize but Chanyeol isn't done;
"Fuck you Kyungsoo. Fuck you and your theories and your plans. Fuck everything. I really wanted to see the better you, pretend like what we had was something, that the way you avoided me was just because of how you were. But you ... you bitch-" Chanyeol likes to think he could phrase it better but his mind is a whirlwind and he hates Kyungsoo so much "You stupid bitch, a damn whore. I gave everything to you and you... and you... just. With Jongin! My best-friend. You whored around with my best friend!"
Jongin tries to calm him down but is shoved back "Stay the fuck away, I still have words to say to your whore"
Kyungsoo is crying but Chanyeol doesn't care, maybe he once did, but not anymore.
"You're not fit to be a doctor, a nurse and you're definitely not fit to be a father. And when you're done with you're term, I'm coming for my child" Chanyeol hissed "Because my family really care"
--
Chanyeol remembers that day in high school like it was yesterday, fresh in his mind and painted on the back of his eyelids. He also remembers how neither exchanged a word when Kyungsoo gave birth, Chanyeol had helped as much as he could without being in too much contact with the man that broke his heart for his best-friend.
He spoke to Jongin a little. He couldn't hate the younger who had done everything with him when they were smaller.
He looked at the small cot on the other side of the room and at the muted television. His parents had been more than supportive in their words, but their actions had been limited wanting nothing to do with Chanyeol's broken relationship and wanting to keep good ties with the Do's.
Being a single father with a part-time job was hard. Possibly the hardest thing Chanyeol had to face in his 20 years of young life. But he wouldn't trade it for any amount of money, or partying or anything. He really loved his son, Park Jaesung.
As if on cue, the baby began to sob in it's cot, stubby fingers reaching up in desperation and Chanyeol smiled softly when big eyes blinked open to gaze around.
"Jaesung-ah, don't be scared, Dad's here" he cooed and the baby soothed while listening to his voice, gurgling softly, gummy smile flashing every few minutes.
Chanyeol picked the tiny being up "Sweet heart, daddy's going to feed you." He picked up the bowl of porridge on the table and placed the smaller in his high-chair, making airplane noises as the smaller squealed in delight.
"Daddy's going to work today" Chanyeol said softly and as if the smaller understood his words he leaned in and slobbered on his dad's cheek making Chanyeol chuckle. "I love you honey and a nanny will be over to look after you"
He'd called a nanny and that meant he was expecting a woman. By no means was he expecting a cute, twenty something in a graphic tee and dark, tight jeans.
"Uh... hi?" he said, cutely waving and Chanyeol flushed because he had been sure not to ever like anyone after he gave his heart to Kyungsoo.
Dammit! What was it about cute, small men?
Chanyeol gulped "Hi. I'm Mister Park Chanyeol" he held out his hand because he was stupid and his brain wasn’t functioning from all that cute "You are?"
"Baekhyun, you spoke to my manager on the phone?" Baekhyun looked about as nervous as the taller. “Im here to babysit?” he peeks gently at the crawling baby behind the tall man and Chanyeol follow’s his gaze with a fond smile.
“Ah right! Yeah, I called you” He cleared his throat before realising the implications of his words “Not specifically ‘cause that would be super wierd...” Laughing nervously he pouted a little and Baekhyun couldn’t help but stare because how could someone be so adorable when they sound like they swallowed an entire drum and looked like they belonged in a forest.
He laughs along because seriously, Baekhyun needs this job. Start small they said when he failed his exams, not that they were proud, but his parents were firm believers that you couldn’t change the past and you just had to move forward. They were, as usual, right.
“I’ll pay you when I get back, food is in the fridge and the baby food is in the second cupboard on the right” Chanyeol’s sentence becomes muffled as he stuffs buttered toast into his mouth and ties his shoelaces simultaneously while shrugging on his jacket.
He reaches down and pecks Jaesung’s chubby cheeks and accidentally kisses Baekhyun’s too, before diving out of the house out of sheer embarrassment because he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to do that.
Fuck.
And he had to face Baekhyun when he got back home, but he figured he had an angry boss to worry about first.
--
Baekhyun stood frozen. Did the tall, ridiculously hot man just kiss his cheek because... he was flushed from head to toe and the baby was looking at him as if he was the alien.
He assumed it was his adorable face and short height that got to people when he looked after their children, that and he was amazingly good with children, even the worst.
In short, he had a small place hidden in his heart for children probably because of his own baby brother (yeah right, he’s 14 now).
Baekhyun proceeds to look after the child, who is unnaturally well behaved in front of a stranger, trying to stand every now and then, he doesn’t even notice how time flies by or how the baby- Jaesung- clings to him cutely, reaching up to peck his cheek every so often affectionately before getting tired and curling in the elder’s lap, tiny fists clinging to woolly jacket.
He nearly jumps into the air when he hears the front door opening and he places the baby in his cot.
“Baekhyun?” he hears the voice call from downstairs and he hurries downstairs;
“Oh hi, Mr Park” he blushes remembering their moment earlier and Chanyeol avoids his eyes;
“I-I’m... sorry about this morning.” He swallows audibly “I was... thinking about something else... and you are incredibly cute... I was distracted”
“It’s okay” And they both stood there, twenty and looking incredibly awkward. “Im going to-“
“Yeah... that’s a good-“
“Okay then-“
“Baekhyun” Chanyeol suddenly stops, eyes full of genuine thanks “Thankyou for looking after Jaesung, it was short notice and... I really, I know you only do part time but thankyou”
Baekhyun felt his heart swell with pride “It’s okay... actually...” he thought quickly, he liked Chanyeol so far, it couldn’t hurt to help him a little “Here’s my number, if you ever need anyone on short notice... or something”
Chanyeol smiled “Thank you, he takes the number down on a pad, scribbling Baekhyun’s name alongside it.
And he guesses he always starts short.
--
It’s a year on, and Chanyeol has made sure to make Baekhyun his personal baby sitter, because it not only means that Jaesung gets used to one face only and that he can see Baekhyun.
He doesn’t know why but he thinks Baekhyun is stunning. Okay that’s a lie, the boy is more beautiful than anything Chanyeol has ever had the hopes of setting eyes on.
It’s Valentine’s day and Chanyeol’s not usually cliché - he had never been with Kyungsoo, but he makes an effort this year because he likes Baekhyun- a lot.
He still starts small. Just roses.
Walking in the front door, he’s greeted with the sight of Baekhyun cooing at baby Jaesung in his arms, rocking the baby while the smaller just laughs. He cant help but stare at Baekhyun’s face, lit up by his smile, eyes curved into cresents and disappearing under thick lashes, flushed against cherry coloured cheeks.
He clears his throat and Baekhyun blushes looking up “O-Oh hey Chanyeol”
Chanyeol doesn’t move from the doorway looking a little more than anxious “Right. Hi.” He takes a deep breath before starting “Hi, again. I was wondering, if you would like to go out tonight. For dinner. Romantically” Okay, okay, Chanyeol had never really been good with words.
He finally glances up at the shocked face and his heart sinks because what the hell was he thinking, Baekhyun wasn’t looking for this kind of thing, how stupid could he b-
“Yes! Yes! How long did it take you to ask, goddammit!” The shorter boy shrieked, placing Jaesung down safely before throwing himself into the taller’s arms. “Jesus, Park Chanyeol does my form of flirting not work on you? Was the number not a big hint?”
He toyed gently with the giant’s (conveniently giant) ears, before biting his lip “Do I have to hint to kiss too?”
Chanyeol grinned “I don’t know do you?” he chuckled when Baekhyun pouted and leaned down, sliding their lips together as if they belonged, licking and sucking his way into the other’s mouth, all the while allowing his hands to wander under white flowing shirt.
“You’re so lovely” Chanyeol whispered, cupping the smaller’s face as Baekhyun smiled up at him “I think I’m in lo-“
Jaesung began to cry and the moment was lost.
“My mum agreed to look after Jaesung for one night but only if she got to meet you soon” Chanyeol rolled his eyes at his childish mum’s ideas. “But that means we get an entire night to our selves” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“We’ll see” Baekhyun called out, grin near splitting his face.
They spent the night in each other’s embrace, crying out the other’s name as they neared the point of unthinkable ecstasy.
--
Needless to say, it was another month when Baekhyun finally moved in. We’ll when Baekhyun officially moved in.
There were of course the nights which he stayed over at Chanyeol’s house or the nights when he was forced to (he really doesn’t mind) look after Jaesung when Chanyeol was working hard, but it always meant that he left things behind- a coat here, a cup there, cutlery, a change of clothes. Chanyeol never even seemed to notice, he was already that comfortable with Baekhyun.
So yeah when Chanyeol asked the question, Baekhyun simply laughed and said he was already half way there.
It was then more than ever, Chanyeol understood why he was in love with Baekhyun.
But it all came crashing down less than a few months later.
“Chanyeol?” Baekhyun called out “I got an internship!” Chanyeol kissed his boyfriend fully before the other managed to finish him;
“In Japan, isn’t that great?”
It wasn’t as if Baekhyun missed the way Chanyeol’s face fell or the way he shakily bit his lip, but he purposely chose to ignore it, because his resolve would crumble and he had dreamed of this his entire life.
“That’s great Baekhyun!” Chanyeol finally managed and again, Baekhyun pretended as if he didn’t hear the taller’s voice crack or the way shaky arms embraced him “I’m proud of you, well done” The words sounded hollow as if Chanyeol was far away already.
“I think... it’s going to be for a while... that’s why...” Baekhyun took a deep breath because this was killing him internally “We should split apart, take a break” Break up.
He misses the way Chanyeol’s breathing hitches or the way tears fill in almond eyes because he’s turning on his heel and leaving. He doesn’t care he tells himself. He won’t miss Jaesung and his tiny fingers. He won’t miss the house and the warm bed. And most of all he won’t miss his giant.
He swears by it.