Home (2/x)
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“Chanyeol! Chanyeol!” I repeatedly called to him, banging on the door with my fists, worried sick of what’s happening inside. The noises from his room continued, growing louder and louder, along with his muffled voice from the inside. “Chanyeol, please. Open up!” I scream. I grew restless, walking back and forth in the corridor as the noise continued inside. With one last scream from the room, silence filled the house. I stand once again, in front the door, hoping that my mate would open it soon. I stood there for good ten minutes, but it seems he’s not coming out any time soon.
As much as I hated using my strength for this circumstances, I am much more concerned of being beside him than waiting here outside. I take a few steps back, silently apologizing to Yeol’s father for breaking one of the many doors of his mansion. Okay, that was silly of me, but still. I readied myself, and with one last call to Chanyeol, who didn’t’ respond, I kick open his door, successfully breaking the knob, and let the door swing open.
I find Chanyeol at the middle of the room, crouched on his knees, fist clenched, sweating and panting in anger. The room smells too strong, and I can’t help but attribute it to whatever Chanyeol was feeling right now. I carefully walk to him, taking one step at a time, unsure of how he will act now that I’m here.
I kneel down in front him, and he suddenly pushed himself up, but ended up stumbling back to the floor, landing on his butt. There I noticed the tears generously flowing down his cheeks, mixing with his sweat. Feeling pang in my chest seeing him in his most vulnerable state, I throw myself to him, arms extending to accommodate the sobbing Chanyeol.
“Can you.. at least promise me that you’ll come back?” he whisper through his tears.
I nod, since it’s the only security I can give to him. Am I that willing to let go of him for a while? Maybe, I am.. but to lose him forever? I’m sure I can’t. I feel like dying just with the thought of it. Chanyeol is my home, it’s him, and I finally accepted that.
“You big baby, you know I always will come back to you.” I coo, fingers trailing along the wet strands of his hair. “I told you, just give me a year to be a good son, and you won’t lose me after.”
He nods this time, arms circling my waist. “I want to find a pack after, Baek. When you come back, can we find others that we can be with?”
“Whatever you want, Yeol. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He took me that night, and the night after. I really can’t remember how long he was going at it, but it seemed he was savoring the last few weeks I’ll be with him. My body was sore all over, and I really can’t complain. If Chanyeol was a clingy, possessive mate before, he’s in his territorial state right now and it’s the worst type of partner. I felt like I’m caged once again like in my younger years, but at the end of the day, I try to understand how my mate felt. I seriously am worried how it would be in the next year I’m away from him, away from home. I don’t how it would be without him. I worry if he’ll be alright. What if he finds a carrier to purposely forget about me? What if I come back in Seoul and find a little kid in his arms? I have no idea what to expect. I have no idea if being mates is enough to be faithful. I was unsure of the whole ordeal, and I can’t even assure myself if I can hold my promise to Chanyeol until I come back.
Two weeks after I told him the news, I was granted leave from university, giving me the last of my requirements to pass if I want to at least have decent grades for the semester. I had to pass all work before anyone else, and I had to do it quick since I’ll be leaving in a month. Chanyeol was kind enough to help me out with my papers, helping me on doing some research. I still have to pass an original composition, and a recorded song for that matter. Once I’m done with this recording, I’ll be free from university responsibilities. I’ll have enough time with Chanyeol before I leave.
“Hey, do you want to record the song later?” Chanyeol asks, plucking his guitar skillfully. It’s three weeks before I leave, and we’re sitting comfortable opposite each other, with him behind his father’s desk in the mansion’s library and me in front. I was scribbling on my music pad, mentally rehearsing the lines I have to sing. I hum in response. “Are you done with the lyrics? I’m not really good in words, so sorry I can’t help you with that.” He mutters.
“You’ve helped me enough, Yeol. Besides, the melody you did was amazing. It’s really good I feel stressed to write lyrics that will actually sound nice.” I reply, reading the last lines of the lyrics. I wink at him, a witty remark forming in my mind. “Besides, I know you’re not good with words, unless it’s about bed, sex and how turned on you are. In those times your vocabulary is flawless.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. I noticed the flicker of lust in his eyes, but instead of asking him about it, I return to my music pad, writing scribbles on the side of the paper.
“I think we should record this now, Baek. I’m not sure if you really want to finish this if you’re gonna tease me like that. Fck, another remark like that you’re gonna be singing my name ‘till the sun sets.”
“Let it go, Chanyeol. I was kidding.” I reply, fazed by words coming out of Chanyeol. My remark about his words is true beyond personal opinion. He’s really good in turning me on, and it’s not really the proper time.
He stands up, a hand carrying his guitar, and walks to me. His free hand found mine, half-dragging me out and up to his entertainment room, where he organized a make-shift studio. Good thing I was quick enough to grab the music pad or else I’ll be climbing down once again to get it. He pulls a seat beside the one in front his laptop, and asked me to sit. He turns to me, guitar already on his lap, his fingers ready to make music.
“At least with this I can have something to remind myself of you when you’re gone.” He whispers, before skillfully plucking on the strings, starting with the melody he wrote for me.
With his last words, I felt the security I’ve been longing for. I realized what Chanyeol felt for me was beyond us being just mates. It was a connection between us that can never be broken my distance or time. I feel stupid not realizing it earlier and for being oblivious all this time, that I am, though I don’t feel it every single day, is madly in love with Park Chanyeol. No doubt, I am going to want to be with him for the rest of my life. Without him, I’ll be incomplete.
So I sang along the melody, pouring all my heart out. His eyes was glued to mine as I sang my lines, from the beginning to the very last word. When his fingers stopped, ending the song, he sighs, and smile softly. “You sound amazing, Baek...” he mutters. I knew it was coming, I know there’s an unspoken phrase after his remark, so I smirk, completing the sentence for him.
“Yeah, and I sound better in bed moaning and screaming your name.” I laugh, but his eyes were suddenly dilated and almost glowing.
“I told you don’t tease.” He grunts, lowering his head, his head softly hitting the guitar. “Let’s record this now. Your song’s good enough.” He mutters, letting the issue go. We did about three sets, recording and listening to the song. When he felt satisfied, he nodded and looked at me. His face was serious, and really, really tempting. “Give me some time to edit this one and add some more accompaniments.” He mutters, pulling me closer to him so that his lips are almost on my ear, “And I want you take a good time showering. I want you sprawled naked on the bed when I get there. You need to thank me for this, and really sorry for teasing me. Go, Baek, or else you’re gonna be singing again, this time about how good it feels when I’m inside you. Ah, should I record it so I have something to listen to when you’re away? Go, Baek. I’m at my wits end right now.”
I was in no time out the room, completely red from his last remark. I can never, ever, get over how good he is when he’s being too sexy. I love him for being too perfect. I did as I was told, and as expected the beast that he is came to the room storming, his clothes flying everywhere.
“I’ll call you when I can, okay? When I go down to my grandmother’s place, I’ll call you. There’ll be no signal for mobiles in the mountains. God, why is my family so traditional?!” I complain, not really liking the idea of being cut off from him. We were cuddling under the covers after what Chanyeol chessily called birthday morning sex, or whatever that was.
“I’d love to say it’s going to fine, but hell, I’m the one you’re calling clingy, remember? I really don’t know how to be fine for the next year.” He replies, planting a kiss on my temple.
“We’ll be fine. You know, I think I have a good idea.” I mutter, words coming out of my mind before thinking. “You should ask Kyungsoo about his pack, and maybe you can stay with them while I’m gone.”
“That’s too much to ask, Baek.. but I guess I’ll give it a try.”
“Okay. Help me up? I need to pack my things for real this time. My father will pick me up tonight.”
The day passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was out of the mansion, a bag on my shoulder. I followed appa to his car, and we drove silently back to Bucheon.
The look in Chanyeol’s face when I left was embedded permanently on my mind, the look of sadness and rage haunting my dreams the whole year.
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My father finally released me from responsibilities with the pack. The whole year was tiring. Any normal human wouldn’t endure such training, specially living in such circumstances, but we’re wolves, and my training was supposed to be rigorous and really hard. I was trained to fight, from the hunting animals in the mountains, to tracking different objects, or finding another person, to the basic attack and defense. I can finally call myself a hound, and a really good one at that. My sense of smell became too sensitive that with one movement, I’ll sense it. I can even distinguish wolves now, and gauge how strong they are with one sniff. It was really enjoyable thinking that I was with my family, and my father was happy of my progress. The satisfaction kept me going, but it didn’t really help with my longing for Chanyeol. There were nights when I had to sneak out from camp and run down my grandmother’s house just to make a call. During those time, hearing Chanyeol’s deep voice was enough.
When my father asked me if I wanted to stay longer and be with the pack, I sternly said no. As much as I wanted to be with them longer, the feeling of emptiness is slowly making a big gap in my heart that only Chanyeol will be able to fill. I told appa I will go back to Seoul to continue my university, and as Chanyeol planned, we will find a pack to be part of. My father conceded, saying that as long as I’m happy and that I get to be decent wolf and not put my abilities to waste, he’ll support me.
I really didn’t tell Chanyeol I’m coming home tonight. I wanted to surprise him, and though I’m really worried of what I’ll see when I arrive, I convinced myself that I’m doing this for myself and not for him. Whatever welcomes me in the mansion, I’ll be there to fulfill my promise to Chanyeol.
I pressed the bell in front the mansion’s gates, waiting for anyone to open it. The previous code was changed, and I can’t help myself in. In a few minutes, the gate swung open, revealing the white walls of the mansion, illuminated by the moonlight and lamps in every corner. I walk to the mansion’s entrance, excited to see how Chanyeol would react when he sees me. The door opens, and a tall young man greeted me, probably in his high school, his fringe covering his eyes.
“You’re Baekhyun, right?” The man asks. The excitement slowly fades inside me, replaced by uncertainty and confusion. Who is he? “Well, I’m going out. Nice meeting you. Chanyeol’s inside, and he’s throwing another tantrum. Kyungsoo asked me to come and since I’m done here, Imma go. I’m Sehun, by the way.” He greets, though he walked past me after. I watched him walk out the gates, until he was fetched by a vintage black car.
I walk inside, finding the interior the same as I left it exactly a year ago. The mansion seemed gloomy though, and I can’t shake the weird feeling. I walk, greeting the maids who were shocked to see me. They bowed their heads a little, before going back to their chores. Chanyeol’s butler was kind enough to greet me, welcoming be back home. He told me about how Chanyeol’s been holding up while I was gone. He told me he was fine in the mornings, but would be really frustrated at night. He told me I should see it myself, and since I am here, I should ease his master’s disappointments.
“Chanyeol has been mad since you were gone, Baekhyun. It’ll be hard to get past him, but he’ll get around and welcome you back nicely.” He says, guiding me to the room Chanyeol is staying in. He sort of destroyed a few rooms when he got mad, and had to transfer to another. The butler left me standing outside the Chanyeol’s room. I was feeling uneasy of what I should expect from the man inside, learning of his one year without me. I feel sorry for the pain I caused him, and though I felt the emptiness myself, I know he was more than devastated when I left. I can smell his familiar scent, waking my senses up. Just by his scent, I felt complete again, knowing in a few minutes I’ll see his face and be in his arms again.
Before I even turned the knob to his room, the door swung open, revealing my Chanyeol, his hair now dyed caramel brown from his orange locks, naked waist up, sporting his usual sweatpants.
“Are you fcking kidding me?!” he screamed, surprising with his sudden outburst. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
The excitement I felt from the journey back here to the moment before the door opened was completely thrown away, replaced by confusion and anger. So much for a good welcome back.
“What the hell? Surprise, Yeol.” I mutter, a sarcastic tone lingering on my words. He was panting, still looking at me, his eyes glowing in anger. Why is he so pissed off? What did I do wrong?
“The last time you called was two months ago and you fcking come here without telling me, what the hell, Baek?” He screams again. The anger and pain was boiling deep inside me, not really liking the Chanyeol I’m seeing right now.
“Fck you, Chanyeol. Thanks for ruining it. I should’ve stayed ba-
And then kissed me roughly, not letting me finish my sentence. He threw me to wherever that was in his room, and with a loud slam, the door was closed. Before I even regain my balance, I was swept up from the floor, my body dangling over Chanyeol’s shoulders, then I was thrown to the bed.
“Shit!” He cursed, hovering over me, a hand forcefully tugging my hair. His other hand was on my shoulder, pressing too hard it would probably form a bruise in the morning. “Is this even real, Baek?” he whispers, tongue running over my earlobe, making me shiver in the contact.
“I’m real, Yeol. Can you at least welcome me back nicely?” I whisper back, controlling myself from submitting wholly to him as he presses chaste kisses down my neck.
“Fck, no. Ugh. You make me crazy.” He replies after sucking on my collarbone, a red mark appearing. His grips on me grew tighter with more contact, and I can’t help but feel the pain. I was excited for what he will probably call “welcome-home-sex” but I wasn’t ready anything rough. He bites my neck suddenly, enough that the little snip drew blood.
“Hell, are you going to punish me for that one year?” I ask, feeling the pain in his every touch. He wasn’t beating me up, but hell, how he squeeze my body with his strong hands is enough for me to feel the pain.
“If you put it that way,” he whispers, pulling away for a while to look back to my eyes, “I might as well punish you for what you’ve put me through. I’ll welcome you sweetly later, babe, but fck, I’m gonna claim you tonight until you can’t walk tomorrow. Damn that healing ability you have, you’ll still be limping for days. One year, Baek. I’m gonna have my one year worth of you.” He grunts. This is batshit crazy. I’ve never seen him as aggressive as this, that even his glowing eyes weren’t the same as before. His pupil were dilated, as if he’s possessed, clouded by nothing but lust. I mentally noted not to leave him again for too long.
“Now would you like to play innocent or should I treat you how you deserve to be treated?” He asks. Once again, he was nibbling on the sensitive spot behind my ear, his finger circling over my stomach. He pressed his hand flat on my stomach, sliding it up, pushing my shirt up, and revealing the skin below.
“Why won’t you tell me, Baek?” He asks. I really can’t find words to reply. My mind is running in circles, and I can’t concentrate when he’s being too aggressive. He pulls me up by my arms, and with a quick movement, pulls my shirt off, letting me land back on the bed, before throwing it above me. Guess I have to accept that it’s gonna be rough and long night for the both of us, and that I should just give in.
He was back on lips in no time, nibbling on my lips, enough to make it swell. His tongue was furiously darting in and out my mouth, tasting and exploring. We were both moaning in our make out, his voice triggering the heat inside me. He pressed his body down on mine, lips finding my bare shoulders then my chest, sucking and marking, turning me on even more as his tongue glides over my warm skin. Both his hands slide down my arms, catching both my wrist, and gripping them tightly, pulling them over my head. He was kissing me again on my lips, but a different sensation took my attention. Chanyeol’s hands were dancing over the skin on my wrists, carefully wrapping a piece of cloth, probably my shirt around, locking both my hands in place. He dips down my ear and whisper again softly, “If you won’t tell me then you can’t touch me. If you won’t tell me what you want, I’ll do exactly what I want.”
I found the courage to speak up, but it turned out to be an acknowledgement, rather than an opposition. “I just want you, Chanyeol.”
“Well that means I get to take you tonight in my terms. You promised me you’ll do what I want anyway, before you left.” He smirks, before standing up on the bedside, watching me, eyeing every skin that was showing. Slowly, he played on the waistband on his sweatpants, teasing.
“One last question, Baek.” He mutters, “I’m in debating whether to do this quick or torture you to your release. Which one would satisfy you best?”
“Shut the fck up and fck me now! You already said too much, Yeol. Just do what you want because hell if I escape from this bond in my hand I’ll be the one fcking you senseless tonight.” I grunt, feeling impatient.
“Feisty.” He smirks, pulling down his sweatpants, revealing all his glory to me. I really want to thank daddy Park for making such wonderful and hot and fcking sexy son. Oh my God, this is not really the best time to think of it! “What are you thinking of, Baek? Missed this?” He asks, hand finding its way to his length, pumping slowly. Shit. What a tease. I bite my lips, running a tongue over the lower lip before biting them again. I missed him. I missed this.
He comes back to kneel on the bed, his fingers sliding over my obvious bulge, working his fingers to open the buttons of my jeans, and the zipper, until I was somehow released from the restriction. With both hands on the ends of my jeans, he pulls them down, the material dragging my boxers along. He slid them off completely, throwing them at the corner of the bed, before hovering over me.
He takes his time looking at me, still carrying the same expression, pressing a finger on my forehead, down my nose, to my lips, continuing to my neck and my chest, going lower and lower until he found my hard length standing proudly. He grips it tight, and I can’t help but moan as the warmth of his hand envelops me. He pumps me, and I breathe through the pleasure. God, I missed this. Before he even got into a rhythm, he pulled back his hand and slide it to my waist, both his hands cupping by butt cheeks, gripping too tight.
“Shit. I can’t do this slow pace. Sorry, Baek.”
It was the last decent thing I heard from him. Before I even got around thinking what he meant, I was harshly lifted from the bed and turned around that I was kneeling on all fours, my tied hands getting uncomfortable. My elbows supported my weight, and I felt Chanyeol’s hand squeezing me behind, another hand sliding up and down my thigh. In no time a cold finger slides inside me, and like before he was gentle. I felt the tension in how he thrusted his finger. Another finger was added, and I was already moaning. One year of no sex made me feel like a virgin, and I ‘m thankful that despite the crazy shit Chanyeol is about to do, he prepared me properly. He slides in another finger, and he was thrusting in and out of me rather harshly, giving a glimpse of what’s about to happen.
I was a moaning mess under him, feeling him lean down, peppering my spine with wet kisses, his tongue sliding down to my tail bone.
He pulls back, retracting his fingers out of me and I try to look back to him and check what he was doing. “Eyes in front, Baek.” He whispers with a smirk. I obliged, facing the headboard of the bed. The sudden pain had me shrieking, as he slid himself into me with one hard thrust. He was rough, pounding into me in no time, hard and fast. The pain was too much but it didn’t matter anymore. If Chanyeol wanted to be like this, I’ll bear with i- “Fck!” I cursed. He just hit my sweet spot, turning this torture into one hell of pure sinful pleasure.
“Now, you’re talking.” Chanyeol chuckles, continuing his thrusts. He was going faster and harder that I can’t control my moans anymore.
“Ah! Yeol!” I scream, feeling too full and too simulated.
“Come on, Baekhyun. I waited a year to hear you call my name like that.” He grunts, clutching on my waist tightly as he pulls me in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Shit.. Chanyeol..” I moan, “Fck...”
“Baek, I missed you. I missed you so much.” He whispers, not slowing down. My lust overridden my senses, as I threw myself on the bed, Chanyeol releasing his grip on me, surprised. I roll over to face him, sitting up, wincing on the pain. I extend my arms to him, showing my tied wrist. I kneel in front him, making my way to his ear, gathering all my courage to release the beast inside. Then I whisper.
“Untie me, Yeol. I’ll take it from here.” Without any second thought, he grabs my hand and untied me. He let me pull him closer, kissing him once again. I push him down to the bed, throwing my leg to the other side that he was between my legs. I wasted no time, guiding his tip back to my entrance, lowering myself, taking him in. I bounce on his length, keeping a steady pace, taking from his pace earlier. He was watching me intently, unfazed, focused, and unrelenting. I quicken my pace more, feeling unsatisfied. I want more.
“So good, Beak. So tight..” he moans. “Ah, don’t even dare slow down.” He was spitting phrase after phrase. One thing I loved about him, he was so noisy in bed I can’t even hear my moans at all. His voice is such a turn on, I can cum by his obvious habit of dirty talking without being touched.
I feel him twitch inside me, he’s probably nearing his release. He suddenly sits up, sliding his arms around my waist, thrusting fast. He pulls me even closer that my own length was squeezed between us, getting friction with my every movement. “Ah, shit! You feel so good.” He whispers, kissing absent mindedly wherever his lips would land. He was tugging on my waist harshly, gaining moans from me as he thrusts harder. It didn’t last long until I reached my peak, strings of white liquid spurting to both our stomachs. He watched every moment of it, reaching his own climax, and with a loud cry, he came, filling me with his own.
The night went incredibly long for the both of us. Chanyeol was too crazy to function, dragging me to take a shower but ended up banging me against the cold tiles, cold water running down our bodies. I didn’t have the chance to at least put on some clothes after, when he chose to shove me on the closet, once again taking me from behind. I was so mad about the clean clothes in the closet getting stained with cum, but before I can even complain, I was already out of control under him. So much for claiming me.
Another semester have passed and I was back in university. The schedule grew tiring but it didn’t really bother me at all. Kyungsoo was still around, having about two classes with me. Since I took up an integrated program, I can graduate a year sooner. Chanyeol graduated about two months after I came back, and I’m going to follow suit a year after.
It’s my last semester, and I’m excited to finish everything up, feeling satisfied of everything that has happened. Chanyeol was still keen on joining a pack, and since we agreed to discuss it after my graduation, I had enough time to spend with him, catching up for the lost year. We went back to our usual coffee movie dates, and I was more than happy.
It was graduation day, and I can’t help but feel hyped. All the singing and endless homework and music scoring are done, and I was deemed eligible to graduate. Chanyeol was excited, too, evidenced by how early he woke up for the ceremony in the afternoon. We both had quick showers, dressing up formally for the event. Chanyeol drove us to the university, clad in suits and ties, a graduation dress over my arm.
The ceremony was quick, since there wasn’t really much of Music students, and the program was done in two hours. When Chanyeol and I went out the auditorium, I sensed a strong scent too near to us. Another wolf - no, wolves - are here. I turn around, following the scent.
I found Kyungsoo, waving a hand at us. He was wearing the same as I what I was wearing, followed by a few young good looking men - his pack.
“Hi, Baek!” He greets, jumping to me, hugging. “Congrats!” He beams, shaking me by my shoulders.
“To you, too! I didn’t know you’re graduating, too.” I reply.
“Oh!” he exclaims, stepping to the side. “This is my pack. Suho-hyung, Kai, Taemin, Sehun. Yixing can’t come today, but I wish you can meet him, too.”
I eye the handsome boys behind him. Sorry, Yeol. They’re really eye candies, but I still love you and you’re still the most handsome. Only the one named Kai wasn’t smiling, probably bored.
“I told hyung about you guys looking for a pack. Chanyeol already met them, but he was still skeptical about it, he wants you to meet everyone first.” He explains. Suho extended a hand and I took it. Before I can even utter a word to introduce myself, my senses was once again triggered. My instincts came alive, sensing Suho’s scent to be of authority. My body was somehow willed to submit. Suho is no doubt their alpha.
“Nice meeting you. Since we met already, I want to extend my invitation to you, Baekhyun.” He mutters, sounding too formal for his age. “If you’re in need of company and would like to come with my pack, tell me. A hound and hunter will definitely complete us. And I sense the both of you are special, that why I want you guys in.”
I let go of his hand, felling a bubble of security in my chest. All my worries drifting away with Suho’s words. I look at Chanyeol, as he smiles down on me.
“Up to you, Baek.” He mutters, sliding his arm around my waist firmly.
Well, maybe having a pack won’t hurt.
It’ll be an extended version of home, maybe.