Not Alone
Not Alone (1/1)
Pairing: baekyeol/chanbaek
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Summary: Being an idol is hard, and the price to pay is hurtful. The mean comments, the criticism and the judgement would get anyone down. Chanyeol, just like anyone else, has feelings of hurt. Baekhyun just wants to see him happy.
Baekhyun had noticed a lot of changes in his best friend, his boyfriend, in the past few weeks. His lovable Happy Virus no longer seemed so happy and Baekhyun was worried the tall male was going through depression. Was it from their busy schedules? Did he miss his family? He seemed so tired.
Over the course of the weeks, Baekhyun also took notice of the fans via fan-meets, radio feeds, internet cafes, and fan letters and even on Youtube. He glowered at all the hate comments and criticisms. Fans? These people call themselves fans?
Chanyeol was known as the Reaction King and tended to always do well on variety shows and earned a lot of laughs. That wasn’t a bad thing. He was just being himself, a happy go-lucky person. A happy virus. Fans left comments complaining about his reactions and how he stole the spotlight from the other members. Baekhyun understood how the actions could be taken this way, but that wasn’t it at all. Chanyeol was just expressing himself innocently, not deliberately. The other members held no grudges.
Then, came the complaints about the lack of reactions. Baekhyun wondered if that was also from the criticisms.
There were so many comments about Chanyeol’s appearances; his large eyes, his elf ears, his height, his derpy smiles. Those were Chanyeol’s charming physical features, and his Baekhyun’s opinion, he looked quite adorable. There wasn’t a reason why Chanyeol deserved grief from that.
The dancing remarks? Sure, Chanyeol wasn’t the best dancer, but he wasn’t bad. There’s plenty of bad dancers, and surely those fans were only expressing their own lacking dance skills. That was just stupid. A lot of the dancers couldn’t measure up to Kai or Lay, Sehun or Luhan, but there wasn’t a need to pick on Chanyeol for it.
It was so pointless.
The more Baekhyun dug around, the more his irritation grew. He slower began to understand Chanyeol’s dysphoria.
Then there was the night Chanyeol’s choked sobs and sniffles drifted their way into the hallway. Baekhyun had finished showering and was walking back to his and Chanyeol’s shared room when he heard the heartbreaking sounds. He didn’t know what to do. If he went in there, would Chanyeol feel ashamed of his weaknesses or would he welcome the comfort Baekhyun was willing to give?
Baekhyun settled for standing out in the hallway, silently listening to his boyfriend’s crying. If the depressed man was crying in silence, the he probably wanted to be left alone.
Whenever Baekhyun saw his lover, he always seemed tired, and even he himself began to feel the effects. With Chanyeol’s new exhaustion, he spent less time giving affection to Baekhyun. They didn’t cuddle as much, they didn’t laugh together, and the sex had all but diminished.
Even the other members had noticed the difference in their band member, despite going through hardships themselves. They all had weaknesses and complexes really, but usually they didn’t voice it not wanted to be a burden. They all understood what Chanyeol was going through, like how they knew Chanyeol knew what they were going through.
It was upsetting to say the least, to feel like they couldn’t talk to one another without feeling burdensome.
Then, Baekhyun couldn’t take it anymore. He hated seeing his boyfriend like this. He wanted to comfort the man, like how he tried at times, and that’s just what he was going to do. He needed to hold his lover, to cry with his lover, to love him. He wanted to be together.
Baekhyun left the kitchen with two bottles of strawberry milk and made his way to his shared bedroom, crossing through the living room and smiling weakly to Lay and Tao. The others had different schedules to attend.
Baekhyun quietly entered the room where he knew Chanyeol was located. Chanyeol was lazily strumming the strings of his guitar, a faraway look in his eyes. Baekhyun sat across from him on the bed, holding out a strawberry milk to him, which Chanyeol took when he noticed his boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” Baekhyun asked before taking a sip of the flavored drink.
Chanyeol placed his guitar back on the stand then fiddled with the bottle in his hands, muttering, “Just killing time. There’s not much to do.”
“Which is typically a good thing on a day off,” Baekhyun added, smiling weakly. ‘’We should do something together. I feel like we’re growing distant….”
“It was appear that way, wouldn’t it?” Chanyeol uttered, looking away guiltily. He knew it was his doing. He felt bad.
Baekhyun sighed, getting up to hug the man. He rested his head on top of the other’s, feeling relaxed just by holding him. To touch him so innocently like this was bliss. It felt so nice.
“Chanyeol, there’s a lot of things I love in this world. Singing, performing, playing games,” Baekhyun voiced, rubbing his hand along Chanyeol’s arm, “But I love you the most, above all those. You know that right?”
Chanyeol nodded wordlessly, hand grabbing Baekhyun’s wrist as an affectionate action. His heart swelled with love and guilt.
“It sounds like you’re attempting to say something beneath those words,” Chanyeol voiced pointedly, already figuring what the other meant behind those words.
Baekhyun sighed, nodding even though his boyfriend couldn’t see it. “You’re perfect the way you are,” was all he said, tears already stinging his eyes.
Baekhyun was one of a kind, Chanyeol knew. He was lucky to have someone who loved him so dearly. Chanyeol wasn’t one to cry a lot, but the endearment his boyfriend was expressing was enough to make his eyes water. He figured his eyes probably looked pink by now.
“I know things have been rough, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, I always am. Even the other despite their own troubles. We need to lean on each other and that’s something we all need to learn how to do,” Baekhyun continued, taking a moment to breathe properly. Chanyeol pulled him closer so that he was now sitting on the taller man’s lap. Baekhyun placed a soft kiss on his temple. “This life is hard, we all knew that when we were accepted to the company. Criticism and cruelty is a price to pay for the support we receive. It’s not easy, but if we stick together, we can do anything.”
“We are one,” Chanyeol verbalized, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up. God that sounded so cheesy, but it was truth. Baekhyun huffed out a tiny laugh; that was perfect timing.
“That’s exactly it.”
Chanyeol, in truth, felt a little better after Baekhyun’s motivational words. The love he held for the other grew with every word spoken.
“You too,” Chanyeol said, gently poking the other’s arm, “I mean, if there’s something bothering you or if you’re sad, you can come to me too.”
Baekhyun smiled, “Aw, you’re so sweet Chanyeol. In fact, there is something bothering me. May I share?”
“Please.”
Baekhyun then looked down to see Chanyeol’s flawless face, admiring the many features of such a handsome appearance.
“I haven’t had a proper kiss in a while…,” Baekhyun’s words trailed teasingly and Chanyeol took the hint loud and clear.
“I suppose we’re going to have to fix that now, aren’t we?” Chanyeol mused, now caressing the side of Baekhyun’s face tenderly.
“Yes, please.”
And with that, Chanyeol pressed their lips together, both molding into each other’s embrace, openly welcoming the closeness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The moment was perfection.
Instantly, the hardship Chanyeol had been so worrisome about, had been enduring, seeped away as the effects of the kiss warmed his heart.
Baekhyun loved him and he loved Baekhyun. As long as Baekhyun was with him, nothing else mattered.
Pairing: baekyeol/chanbaek
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Summary: Being an idol is hard, and the price to pay is hurtful. The mean comments, the criticism and the judgement would get anyone down. Chanyeol, just like anyone else, has feelings of hurt. Baekhyun just wants to see him happy.
Baekhyun had noticed a lot of changes in his best friend, his boyfriend, in the past few weeks. His lovable Happy Virus no longer seemed so happy and Baekhyun was worried the tall male was going through depression. Was it from their busy schedules? Did he miss his family? He seemed so tired.
Over the course of the weeks, Baekhyun also took notice of the fans via fan-meets, radio feeds, internet cafes, and fan letters and even on Youtube. He glowered at all the hate comments and criticisms. Fans? These people call themselves fans?
Chanyeol was known as the Reaction King and tended to always do well on variety shows and earned a lot of laughs. That wasn’t a bad thing. He was just being himself, a happy go-lucky person. A happy virus. Fans left comments complaining about his reactions and how he stole the spotlight from the other members. Baekhyun understood how the actions could be taken this way, but that wasn’t it at all. Chanyeol was just expressing himself innocently, not deliberately. The other members held no grudges.
Then, came the complaints about the lack of reactions. Baekhyun wondered if that was also from the criticisms.
There were so many comments about Chanyeol’s appearances; his large eyes, his elf ears, his height, his derpy smiles. Those were Chanyeol’s charming physical features, and his Baekhyun’s opinion, he looked quite adorable. There wasn’t a reason why Chanyeol deserved grief from that.
The dancing remarks? Sure, Chanyeol wasn’t the best dancer, but he wasn’t bad. There’s plenty of bad dancers, and surely those fans were only expressing their own lacking dance skills. That was just stupid. A lot of the dancers couldn’t measure up to Kai or Lay, Sehun or Luhan, but there wasn’t a need to pick on Chanyeol for it.
It was so pointless.
The more Baekhyun dug around, the more his irritation grew. He slower began to understand Chanyeol’s dysphoria.
Then there was the night Chanyeol’s choked sobs and sniffles drifted their way into the hallway. Baekhyun had finished showering and was walking back to his and Chanyeol’s shared room when he heard the heartbreaking sounds. He didn’t know what to do. If he went in there, would Chanyeol feel ashamed of his weaknesses or would he welcome the comfort Baekhyun was willing to give?
Baekhyun settled for standing out in the hallway, silently listening to his boyfriend’s crying. If the depressed man was crying in silence, the he probably wanted to be left alone.
Whenever Baekhyun saw his lover, he always seemed tired, and even he himself began to feel the effects. With Chanyeol’s new exhaustion, he spent less time giving affection to Baekhyun. They didn’t cuddle as much, they didn’t laugh together, and the sex had all but diminished.
Even the other members had noticed the difference in their band member, despite going through hardships themselves. They all had weaknesses and complexes really, but usually they didn’t voice it not wanted to be a burden. They all understood what Chanyeol was going through, like how they knew Chanyeol knew what they were going through.
It was upsetting to say the least, to feel like they couldn’t talk to one another without feeling burdensome.
Then, Baekhyun couldn’t take it anymore. He hated seeing his boyfriend like this. He wanted to comfort the man, like how he tried at times, and that’s just what he was going to do. He needed to hold his lover, to cry with his lover, to love him. He wanted to be together.
Baekhyun left the kitchen with two bottles of strawberry milk and made his way to his shared bedroom, crossing through the living room and smiling weakly to Lay and Tao. The others had different schedules to attend.
Baekhyun quietly entered the room where he knew Chanyeol was located. Chanyeol was lazily strumming the strings of his guitar, a faraway look in his eyes. Baekhyun sat across from him on the bed, holding out a strawberry milk to him, which Chanyeol took when he noticed his boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” Baekhyun asked before taking a sip of the flavored drink.
Chanyeol placed his guitar back on the stand then fiddled with the bottle in his hands, muttering, “Just killing time. There’s not much to do.”
“Which is typically a good thing on a day off,” Baekhyun added, smiling weakly. ‘’We should do something together. I feel like we’re growing distant….”
“It was appear that way, wouldn’t it?” Chanyeol uttered, looking away guiltily. He knew it was his doing. He felt bad.
Baekhyun sighed, getting up to hug the man. He rested his head on top of the other’s, feeling relaxed just by holding him. To touch him so innocently like this was bliss. It felt so nice.
“Chanyeol, there’s a lot of things I love in this world. Singing, performing, playing games,” Baekhyun voiced, rubbing his hand along Chanyeol’s arm, “But I love you the most, above all those. You know that right?”
Chanyeol nodded wordlessly, hand grabbing Baekhyun’s wrist as an affectionate action. His heart swelled with love and guilt.
“It sounds like you’re attempting to say something beneath those words,” Chanyeol voiced pointedly, already figuring what the other meant behind those words.
Baekhyun sighed, nodding even though his boyfriend couldn’t see it. “You’re perfect the way you are,” was all he said, tears already stinging his eyes.
Baekhyun was one of a kind, Chanyeol knew. He was lucky to have someone who loved him so dearly. Chanyeol wasn’t one to cry a lot, but the endearment his boyfriend was expressing was enough to make his eyes water. He figured his eyes probably looked pink by now.
“I know things have been rough, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, I always am. Even the other despite their own troubles. We need to lean on each other and that’s something we all need to learn how to do,” Baekhyun continued, taking a moment to breathe properly. Chanyeol pulled him closer so that he was now sitting on the taller man’s lap. Baekhyun placed a soft kiss on his temple. “This life is hard, we all knew that when we were accepted to the company. Criticism and cruelty is a price to pay for the support we receive. It’s not easy, but if we stick together, we can do anything.”
“We are one,” Chanyeol verbalized, the corners of his lips slightly lifting up. God that sounded so cheesy, but it was truth. Baekhyun huffed out a tiny laugh; that was perfect timing.
“That’s exactly it.”
Chanyeol, in truth, felt a little better after Baekhyun’s motivational words. The love he held for the other grew with every word spoken.
“You too,” Chanyeol said, gently poking the other’s arm, “I mean, if there’s something bothering you or if you’re sad, you can come to me too.”
Baekhyun smiled, “Aw, you’re so sweet Chanyeol. In fact, there is something bothering me. May I share?”
“Please.”
Baekhyun then looked down to see Chanyeol’s flawless face, admiring the many features of such a handsome appearance.
“I haven’t had a proper kiss in a while…,” Baekhyun’s words trailed teasingly and Chanyeol took the hint loud and clear.
“I suppose we’re going to have to fix that now, aren’t we?” Chanyeol mused, now caressing the side of Baekhyun’s face tenderly.
“Yes, please.”
And with that, Chanyeol pressed their lips together, both molding into each other’s embrace, openly welcoming the closeness they hadn’t experienced in a while. The moment was perfection.
Instantly, the hardship Chanyeol had been so worrisome about, had been enduring, seeped away as the effects of the kiss warmed his heart.
Baekhyun loved him and he loved Baekhyun. As long as Baekhyun was with him, nothing else mattered.