Cupid's chokehold
Author: ANONYMOUS
Recipient: EVERYONE
Title: Cupid’s chokehold
Word Counts: ~4300
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: R
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: A little tale about how seemingly dysfunctional couples are still highly functional and how Chanyeol and Baekhyun can’t live without each other.
Author's Note: I’m so sorry, I ended rushing this terribly and it’s not as cute as I wanted it to be. I hope I don’t disappoint you. I tried to mix two of your prompts; I hope you can guess which ones.
"Strawberry daiquiri for the pretty lady and piña colada with vodka for the other pretty lady…." Chanyeol says, flashing his best smile, as he serves the drinks of two clients sitting in front of him. Both girls are dressed in formal clothes. They’re probably come from the elegant hotel down the street. He wants them to leave a good tip.
He walks away, picking a few empty glasses on his way. He needs to admit, even if it’s a mildly slow night, that he feels really happy. But how can you now be happy when you get to do something you love with someone you love?
Chanyeol hears applauses coming from the back of the bar. The pianist just finished his song and is sitting there, on the small stage, glowing under the dim lights, and receiving the public’s attention. Then the man he directs a flirtatious smile to the audience, just for a second, and starts a new piece. This time the song is faster. Chanyeol recognizes it, having seen the man practice it before. He shudders when he imagines how fast and hard the pianist’s fingers are hitting the keys.
“Hey,” A masculine voice calls him, pulling effectively Chanyeol away from his thoughts about beautiful fingers. “I need a drink.”
It’s always a little difficult to get his attention away from the pianist, but duty is still calling and he’s an extremely professional bartender. “Like everyone in this place.” Chanyeol says with a smile as he goes to the client. “What would you like to have tonight?”
The client seems to have noticed something and he licks his lips in a way that makes Chanyeol look away.
“You.” The man simply answers to what Chanyeol asked him previously.
He’s doing his best to keep a poker face, but inside he’s already waving goodbye his peaceful night.
The man looks young. Younger than Chanyeol at least, probably still a college student. He has perfectly styled platinum hair and he’s already sporting an easy smile. Chanyeol is sure this is the second or third bar the boy hits; his shimmering eyes full of bad intentions give him away.
Too bad Chanyeol likes black haired boys more.
“Excuse me?” He asks trying to sound impassive.
The boy swirls a ring of keys a couple of times before speaking again. “Or you can just get me a tequila shot and then we’ll see where that leads us.”
This time Chanyeol actually looks away to hide from grimace from the customer. He tries to distract himself as he prepares the drink. The pianist is still playing the same song, but now it is reaching the climax. He briefly wonders if there’s blood over the keys.
“What’s your name?” The client asks out of nowhere.
He pours the amber liquor inside the tiny glass. “Here’s your drink, sir.” He says ignoring the last question.
“Sir?” The man repeats with a mocking tone. “I just asked for your name and you’re still calling me sir. Don’t you find me handsome?”
Chanyeol notices how the client leans over the bar a little.
“Sir, we have a ‘don’t flirt with the barman’ policy; he’s taken.” He says, trying to keep the man at bay.
“Well aren’t you such a gentleman?”
“I’m just being professional.”
“Well you can be professional on my bed too.”
Chanyeol almost chokes on his own spit.
“I think we should call you a taxi, sir.” He remarks. “You’re obviously drunk.” He attempts to take the shot away but the man takes the chance to grab his arm.
“If you’re worried about me you can just take me home.” The blond boy says as he traces the veins from Chanyeol’s forearm.
Chanyeol really wants to kick out the problematic client, now. He tries to pull away his arm from the man’s hold, but at the same time he hears the pianist reaching the last notes of his song and right before reaching the closure, he just smashes both of his pretty hands against the keys.
The terrible sound cuts the seemingly pacific atmosphere and the whole bar’s attention goes to the pianist. He’s wearing his white suit, looking like an angel, but also has shimmering black hair and equally black rimmed eyes and a cold expression that makes him more like a demon.
Chanyeol sighs. He knows this is just the prelude of the storm. Baekhyun probably saw everything and now is getting ready to shred this guy to pieces.
All the customers follow him with his eyes as he stands angrily from his seat and struts across the hall to stand right behind the blond man who’s still holding Chanyeol’s arm and looking at him with what seems to be sultry eyes.
He wants to cry. The 1.74m fury that is Byun Baekhyun, doesn’t really appreciate the idea of others touching his boyfriend
“Well can’t you take a fucking hint?” Baekhyun says as he takes the boy’s fingers away from Chanyeol’s arm; twisting them in a way he’s sure they’ll break.
The man, who obviously hadn’t been expecting it, can only groan in pain.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He says as he clutches his own fingers, trying to dissipate the pain. “Do you even know who I am?”
“Who are you?” Baekhyun says with a dark chuckle. “Well you’re obviously a fucking desperate whore who can’t even stay away from a man who’s clearly taken.” He takes a pause. “And you’re also a whore who’s about to get his ass beaten.”
“Oh my god,” The boy says, slurring a little. “You’re dating him? Dear you can make so much better than this.” He emphasizes the last word signaling Baekhyun with a hand.
Baekhyun’s skin almost turns green. “Are you suggesting he should leave me?”
The man is so drunk he probably can’t size the danger anymore. “But of course! You’re short and ugly and obviously your bedroom perf--”
“Who do you think--” Chanyeol starts, trying to interrupt, but never gets to finish what he was saying because his boyfriend selects that exact same moment to take the bottle of tequila from Chanyeol’s hand and not so ceremoniously break it on the customer’s head.
The bottle breaks, expensive liquor spilling along with shards of glass all over the floor. Baekhyun takes a step back, obviously expecting the man to be unconscious.
Instead, the man recovers and punches him. Baekhyun loses balance for a second. All the customers stop breathing. Baekhyun looks up, there’s blood flowing from where the punch had parted his lip. His face twists in a crazed smile and then throws the man against the bar stools.
That first punch was the first and last one the man managed to assert. Baekhyun might look delicate, but he’s not someone you should play with and no matter how the crowd still seems to love him. All the clients are now forming a circle around the two fighting man. Some of them are taking their phones out, trying to film the whole thing. Others are starting to yell obscene things.
Chanyeol starts to yell too. He jumps from behind the bar, where he had been frozen, and starts to try to dissipate the crowd. He’s scared, he doesn’t want Baekhyun to get hurt and he doesn’t want him to hurt the man either.
He starts to pull Baekhyun from his jacket and that’s when he hears them; the sound of sirens filling the place. He groans.
“Oh my god. Who called the police?” He yells.
The next thing Chanyeol is able to registers a police officer asking everyone to clear the place; saying something along the lines of the place being too crowded and dangerous.
Ten minutes later he sees the man that had been flirting with him sitting in the back of an ambulance, taking care of his bloody nose and an even more bruised ego. He checks if Baekhyun is sitting in the other and is disappointed to find it completely empty.
“Park Chanyeol,” An officer calls him. “We need to talk about what happened.”
“I think he was already drunk when he arrived.” He explains to the officer. “He was being rude and he started a fight with Baekhyun and well… he was no rival for him.”
His voice doesn’t even falter when he lies.
Surprisingly, the officers let them go with a simple. “Be more careful next time and please hire someone to kick out the problematic clients.”
“Oh, but Baekhyun is our pianist and also the bar’s security.” He attempts to joke. It’s always easier to show your best face to the worst situations.
Once the police leaves, thankfully taking the problematic client with them, he decides they should close for the rest of the night. There’s no point in staying there when the bar is a mess. They can always clean the next day, after having a few hours of sleep and a good talk.
It doesn’t take him long to find Baekhyun. The man is standing outside the bar, leaning against the wall. Judging from his position, it’s easy to guess Baekhyun is still angry. Chanyeol knows whatever comes from his boyfriend’s mouth right now will pierce right through his skin and leave a painful cut.
Once he’s closer he realizes his boyfriend’s lip is still bleeding. “Why didn’t you let them clean your wounds?” He asks as he tries to inspect his wounds. He can see Baekhyun’s eyes are wary, still upset after the fight. He doesn’t care. He’s worried for him, seeing him hurt is too painful. All the wants to do is to take Baekhyun inside to clean his wounds and maybe reassure him his feelings won’t change.
“You really need to learn to control yourself, Baekhyun.” He says as he holds his boyfriend’s chin up, “You might even have a concussion. Let’s go inside, let me clean your wounds.” He makes a short pause. “I know you get jealous, but don’t have a reason to be; not at all.”
His words didn’t mean to be harmful, but Baekhyun’s obviously detects something because his eyes start to glimmer in anger as he swats his hand away.
“Is that all you have to say, Chanyeol?” He’s not yelling, but he’s using a cold voice and an expressionless face, completely atypical from him. He bumps his head against the wall. “Why are you always like this Chanyeol?” The resentment is evident in his tone. “Do you really not care about me?”
He can’t even believe what he just heard. “You know I love you, Baekhyun. Please don’t say things like that. You know I care.”
“Well, you don’t show it, Chanyeol.” He suddenly blurts. “You were letting him touch you. You always let them touch you.”
Chanyeol blinks rapidly, trying to ignore how blurry his eyes are becoming. “You’re being so unfair, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun’s pretty hands start to pull the black strands of hair. “The only unfair thing here is how you seem to be playing with me.”
Chanyeol knows Baekhyun is allowing his fear and insecurities take over him. He knows this is not the normal Baekhyun. But nothing can make this hurt any less and he really doesn’t want to keep this going for any longer. Not when Baekhyun is being dramatic as hell.
“Baekhyun, I think you should go home now.” He finally says. There’s a tone of finality laced to his voice.
“And I guess you’re not coming with me?”
Chanyeol shakes his head.
“Fine.” Baekhyun says with a challenging tone.
The taller gives him the keys of the car. “I’ll stay here to clean a little.”
Baekhyun doubts for a second, but then clutches the keys against his chest and storms away.
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He would have liked to say that he drove angrily all the way back home; maybe that he had dinner alone and took a shower. But it would all be a lie, because he’s only been driving for a few minutes when he has to stop in a red light. And as he waits for it to change, he uses the time to hit his head against the wheel in absolute despair.
Not even ten minutes ago, when he had been burning in anger and still high on the adrenaline from the fight, he had said a lot of regrettable things to his boyfriend. Now, guilt is finally reaching him and he feels torn between wanting to go back to the bar and wanting to go home and throwing himself a pity party.
Baekhyun bites his lip as he recalls all the shit he had dared to yell in the midst of scene outside the bar. He feels sorry for the fight and he’s ashamed of the way he acted in front of their customers, but what’s really eating him is the look of pure hurt and disappointment that crossed Chanyeol’s face when Baekhyun had said all these awful things.
He feels he really should call Chanyeol and tell him he’s going to pick him up. “Come home.” He wants to say. “That ugly sofa from your office will give you cramps. Your back is already hurt.” Except he can’t call him; his boyfriend asked him to leave. If he did that is because he wanted space. The least he can do is give that to him.
He sighs for a last time and looks up just in time to see the light turn green. He wants to be home as soon as possible.
In the second the opens the door of the apartment and finds the living room in complete darkness his stomach does a nasty flip again. Coming home doesn’t feel right if he’s not struggling to unlock the door because Chanyeol is leaving kisses all over his neck.
As bar owners they’re pretty nocturnal. It’s usual for them to have dinner late at night and watch movies at three am. Today, even if it’s early, Baekhyun feels he can’t stay awake a second more. All he wants to do is to go to sleep, even if it’s on an empty bed, too far away from Chanyeol.
As he walks to the bedroom he briefly wonders if Chanyeol could have been right about the concussion thing. He feels slightly nauseous and his whole body feels heavy and in need of sleep.
He only removes his shoes and crawls to bed completely dressed.
His intention had been to fall asleep immediately, he does feel sleepy, but he didn’t consider that before finally falling in the merciful embrace of sleep, he would need to pass for the usual shower of regrets that hits you when you've had a particularly bad day.
A life time of bad memories is tormenting him and all he can do is groan and pull a pillow over his face to suffocate the sounds he's doing.
He pulls at his hair again. Chanyeol is right, he was being unfair. He trusts his boyfriend a lot. Damn, Chanyeol is probably the only person he has ever opened his heart to and trusted so deeply. So why did he have to be such an idiot?
The answer to that is actually pretty easy. He was an idiot because he’s still an insecure little boy who’s not in good terms with the idea of losing Chanyeol. The fear of being abandoned turned him into a wary and resentful person, but even if his self-doubts are making him burn in jealousy, nothing justifies the way he treated the man he claims to love.
The words of that man had said resonate in his head. "Oh dear, you can do so much better." He knows it. He knows Chanyeol can find someone who truly deserves him, but he's selfish; he doesn't want to share Chanyeol with anyone.
He looks at the empty side of the bed. He doesn't want to see this as punishment, but he probably would deserve it anyway.
He extends his hand to Chanyeol's usual place and takes his pillow. He hugs him and inhales deeply.
“Let’s go inside. Let me clean your wound.” Chanyeol suggests, holding his cheeks with soft fingers.
“Okay.” He wants to say, a little blinded by his boyfriend’s always caring and sweet behavior. How is he always so willing to take care of and even love a person like him?
But even if he wanted to let Chanyeol cradle him in his arms, the anger is still burning deep in his heart and maybe the smoke is poisoning his senses, because then he's scowling and pushing his lover’s hand.
“Why are you always like this, Chanyeol?” He shouts. “Do you even take this relationship seriously?” He stabs again and Chanyeol’s eyes suddenly turn dark.
“Oh my lovely and insecure Baekhyun… Who could take a relationship with you seriously?” Chanyeol says. “If you can’t love yourself, how to you expect others to love you?”
Baekhyun doesn’t want to hear anything else. He can’t take it. He can’t exist in a world where Chanyeol hates him, he doesn’t know how.
He finally looks up to meet his eyes and the look of pity and disgust in his lover’s eyes is enough to make Baekhyun wake up, breathing heavily and completely damped in sweat.
For a while all he can hear is the loud thumping of his heartbeat inside his head, It’s only when the sound subsides, that he finally hears the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Turning his head to the door of the bathroom is painful, but when he sees the flash of light coming from under the door, he finally gets it. Chanyeol is at home. Relief runs throw his body as he looks at the clock. It’s only four am and Chanyeol is taking a shower.
He can’t avoid thinking about the probably unlocked door and how it is the only thing separating them. He debates for a second the pros and cons of breaking in the shower and joining his boyfriend and maybe clinging to his arm until he feels reassured.
It’s easy to say that the positive options were more this time.
He stands up and unbuttons his shirt, wincing a little when he removes it. His shoulder probably hurt from last night’s fight. By the time he reaches the door of the bathroom he’s already completely naked, having left his clothes scattered all over the room.
He contains his breathing and pushes the door open. There’s steam all over the small room, but he still can see Chanyeol, standing behind the glass of the shower. He looks like a vision or maybe a wet dream.
For a second he fears this might still be part of the nightmare he had, but then Chanyeol is turning his head to him and locking his eyes on his naked body.
That gives Baekhyun the impulse he need to slide open the glass and hug Chanyeol’s waist.
“Are you still angry?” He asks before kissing his boyfriend’s clavicles.
Chanyeol hugs him closer, pulling him under the water; skin so wet and warm, so tender under the warm water. Baekhyun already knows the answer. “No.”
He dares a shy look to his boyfriend’s face. “I missed you a lot last night.”
“I missed you too.” Chanyeol laughs. “In the second you drove away, I felt like running behind you. But I really had to clean.”
“I’m so glad you’re here, Chanyeol.”
“Hey, your face is still covered in blood. Why didn’t you clean your wound, Baek?” Chanyeol then leans down and licks his parted lip before pressing a soft kiss. “I had to kiss it better.” He explains.
Feeling a little braver he finally dares to confess. “I fell asleep as soon as I arrived and I had a terrible nightmare.” He makes a short pause. “You said that no one would ever love me seriously, because I don’t love myself.”
Chanyeol looks contemplative for a moment, before changing their positions to put Baekhyun fully under the water.
“Don’t let one fight affect you so much, Baekhyun. Don’t doubt my feelings for you for something so meaningless.” He says with a stern look. “But I’m sorry I told you to leave. I was an idiot.”
Baekhyun can’t believe Chanyeol just said that. He’s the one who fucked up; he should be the one asking for forgiveness, not the other way.
“No. I was the idiot. I’m not sure of what happened to me, but I was so angry, and then he said all those awful things and I couldn’t control myself.”
Chanyeol releases a soft chuckle. “I wish he had paid for the drink and the damage before he got kicked out, but I’m not angry with you.”
Baekhyun takes the moment to press their lips together again.
“But do you really think I would have flirted back? Why would I want someone like him when I have you?”
“I wish I could promise you I’ll never do it again, but I would be lying.” He mumbles, voice muffled against the skin of Chanyeol’s neck. “I just want you all for myself.”
He knows how possessive he sounds. He can’t promise a perfect behavior in the future, but he wants Chanyeol to know how much he actually loves him.
“Are you serious right now, Baekhyun? If you knew how crazy you actually make me, you would leave me.” He says suddenly, seemingly worried by Baekhyun’s doubts. "Sometimes I need to contain myself from killing our customers that keep flirting with you, or when they keep looking at your ass, or when they seem to undress you with their eyes when you’re playing.”
Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun closer and whispers against his ear. “My love, if I reacted as explosively as you do, I would already be in jail."
Baekhyun accommodates Chanyeol’s face and bites his bottom lip a little aggressively. “It’s ok.” He whispers back against his lips, his grin evident in his voice. “We can be in jail together.”
From there it becomes difficult for them to pry away their lips from each other. They’ve been together for the longest time and they still can spend hours making out.
“Chanyeol?” He calls a little out of breath. Said man is currently sucking marks all over his neck and his knees are starting to shake. “He suggested I wasn’t good in bed.”
That makes Chanyeol lift his head. His eyebrows furrow a little and then he attracts Baekhyun even closer, making him separate his legs so he can accommodate himself more comfortably. His hands go to Baekhyun’s lower back and then presses. “Tell me,” He says as he rotates his hips slightly. “Does it feel like that?”
Baekhyun whimpers at the feeling. Chanyeol’s arousal is evident and they were only kissing. He feels pretty pleased with himself and without further notice, he decides to jump and cross his legs around Chanyeol’s waist. He feels that maybe he can tease his boyfriend into some shower sex.
Chanyeol manages to catch him just in time and Baekhyun starts to kiss him immediately. When things start to get harder and Chanyeol fears he might lose his equilibrium, he tries to press Baekhyun against the wall, to gain some leverage. However he still his eyes closed and doesn’t notice he doesn’t have Baekhyun in the right position. He stamps Baekhyun’s shoulder against the wall and the smaller man screams in pain.
Chanyeol can’t even believe how fast things ended. One second they’re about to have awesome make up sex and the next one he’s hurrying to get Baekhyun out of the shower, toweling his hair and helping him get dressed to take him to the hospital.
Now that he knows it wasn’t the impact against the wall what hurt Baekhyun’s shoulder, he’s suddenly he’s angry again. “I can’t believe you dislocated your shoulder for a stupid fight. You really need to learn how to control your jealousy.” He reprimands Baekhyun as he drives. “Now it’s only your shoulder, but what will happen in the future? You can’t go around picking up fights.”
Baekhyun only sighs and lifts his good arm to caress Chanyeol’s thigh. “I know you’re frustrated because we couldn’t have sex. We can still do it later… on a more comfortable surface of course.”
Now it’s time for Chanyeol to hit his head against the wheel in frustration.
Recipient: EVERYONE
Title: Cupid’s chokehold
Word Counts: ~4300
Side Pairing(s): none
Rating: R
Warning(s): none
Disclaimer:The celebrities' names/images are merely borrowed and do not represent who the celebrities are in real life. No offense is intended towards them, their families or friends. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this fictional work. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: A little tale about how seemingly dysfunctional couples are still highly functional and how Chanyeol and Baekhyun can’t live without each other.
Author's Note: I’m so sorry, I ended rushing this terribly and it’s not as cute as I wanted it to be. I hope I don’t disappoint you. I tried to mix two of your prompts; I hope you can guess which ones.
"Strawberry daiquiri for the pretty lady and piña colada with vodka for the other pretty lady…." Chanyeol says, flashing his best smile, as he serves the drinks of two clients sitting in front of him. Both girls are dressed in formal clothes. They’re probably come from the elegant hotel down the street. He wants them to leave a good tip.
He walks away, picking a few empty glasses on his way. He needs to admit, even if it’s a mildly slow night, that he feels really happy. But how can you now be happy when you get to do something you love with someone you love?
Chanyeol hears applauses coming from the back of the bar. The pianist just finished his song and is sitting there, on the small stage, glowing under the dim lights, and receiving the public’s attention. Then the man he directs a flirtatious smile to the audience, just for a second, and starts a new piece. This time the song is faster. Chanyeol recognizes it, having seen the man practice it before. He shudders when he imagines how fast and hard the pianist’s fingers are hitting the keys.
“Hey,” A masculine voice calls him, pulling effectively Chanyeol away from his thoughts about beautiful fingers. “I need a drink.”
It’s always a little difficult to get his attention away from the pianist, but duty is still calling and he’s an extremely professional bartender. “Like everyone in this place.” Chanyeol says with a smile as he goes to the client. “What would you like to have tonight?”
The client seems to have noticed something and he licks his lips in a way that makes Chanyeol look away.
“You.” The man simply answers to what Chanyeol asked him previously.
He’s doing his best to keep a poker face, but inside he’s already waving goodbye his peaceful night.
The man looks young. Younger than Chanyeol at least, probably still a college student. He has perfectly styled platinum hair and he’s already sporting an easy smile. Chanyeol is sure this is the second or third bar the boy hits; his shimmering eyes full of bad intentions give him away.
Too bad Chanyeol likes black haired boys more.
“Excuse me?” He asks trying to sound impassive.
The boy swirls a ring of keys a couple of times before speaking again. “Or you can just get me a tequila shot and then we’ll see where that leads us.”
This time Chanyeol actually looks away to hide from grimace from the customer. He tries to distract himself as he prepares the drink. The pianist is still playing the same song, but now it is reaching the climax. He briefly wonders if there’s blood over the keys.
“What’s your name?” The client asks out of nowhere.
He pours the amber liquor inside the tiny glass. “Here’s your drink, sir.” He says ignoring the last question.
“Sir?” The man repeats with a mocking tone. “I just asked for your name and you’re still calling me sir. Don’t you find me handsome?”
Chanyeol notices how the client leans over the bar a little.
“Sir, we have a ‘don’t flirt with the barman’ policy; he’s taken.” He says, trying to keep the man at bay.
“Well aren’t you such a gentleman?”
“I’m just being professional.”
“Well you can be professional on my bed too.”
Chanyeol almost chokes on his own spit.
“I think we should call you a taxi, sir.” He remarks. “You’re obviously drunk.” He attempts to take the shot away but the man takes the chance to grab his arm.
“If you’re worried about me you can just take me home.” The blond boy says as he traces the veins from Chanyeol’s forearm.
Chanyeol really wants to kick out the problematic client, now. He tries to pull away his arm from the man’s hold, but at the same time he hears the pianist reaching the last notes of his song and right before reaching the closure, he just smashes both of his pretty hands against the keys.
The terrible sound cuts the seemingly pacific atmosphere and the whole bar’s attention goes to the pianist. He’s wearing his white suit, looking like an angel, but also has shimmering black hair and equally black rimmed eyes and a cold expression that makes him more like a demon.
Chanyeol sighs. He knows this is just the prelude of the storm. Baekhyun probably saw everything and now is getting ready to shred this guy to pieces.
All the customers follow him with his eyes as he stands angrily from his seat and struts across the hall to stand right behind the blond man who’s still holding Chanyeol’s arm and looking at him with what seems to be sultry eyes.
He wants to cry. The 1.74m fury that is Byun Baekhyun, doesn’t really appreciate the idea of others touching his boyfriend
“Well can’t you take a fucking hint?” Baekhyun says as he takes the boy’s fingers away from Chanyeol’s arm; twisting them in a way he’s sure they’ll break.
The man, who obviously hadn’t been expecting it, can only groan in pain.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He says as he clutches his own fingers, trying to dissipate the pain. “Do you even know who I am?”
“Who are you?” Baekhyun says with a dark chuckle. “Well you’re obviously a fucking desperate whore who can’t even stay away from a man who’s clearly taken.” He takes a pause. “And you’re also a whore who’s about to get his ass beaten.”
“Oh my god,” The boy says, slurring a little. “You’re dating him? Dear you can make so much better than this.” He emphasizes the last word signaling Baekhyun with a hand.
Baekhyun’s skin almost turns green. “Are you suggesting he should leave me?”
The man is so drunk he probably can’t size the danger anymore. “But of course! You’re short and ugly and obviously your bedroom perf--”
“Who do you think--” Chanyeol starts, trying to interrupt, but never gets to finish what he was saying because his boyfriend selects that exact same moment to take the bottle of tequila from Chanyeol’s hand and not so ceremoniously break it on the customer’s head.
The bottle breaks, expensive liquor spilling along with shards of glass all over the floor. Baekhyun takes a step back, obviously expecting the man to be unconscious.
Instead, the man recovers and punches him. Baekhyun loses balance for a second. All the customers stop breathing. Baekhyun looks up, there’s blood flowing from where the punch had parted his lip. His face twists in a crazed smile and then throws the man against the bar stools.
That first punch was the first and last one the man managed to assert. Baekhyun might look delicate, but he’s not someone you should play with and no matter how the crowd still seems to love him. All the clients are now forming a circle around the two fighting man. Some of them are taking their phones out, trying to film the whole thing. Others are starting to yell obscene things.
Chanyeol starts to yell too. He jumps from behind the bar, where he had been frozen, and starts to try to dissipate the crowd. He’s scared, he doesn’t want Baekhyun to get hurt and he doesn’t want him to hurt the man either.
He starts to pull Baekhyun from his jacket and that’s when he hears them; the sound of sirens filling the place. He groans.
“Oh my god. Who called the police?” He yells.
The next thing Chanyeol is able to registers a police officer asking everyone to clear the place; saying something along the lines of the place being too crowded and dangerous.
Ten minutes later he sees the man that had been flirting with him sitting in the back of an ambulance, taking care of his bloody nose and an even more bruised ego. He checks if Baekhyun is sitting in the other and is disappointed to find it completely empty.
“Park Chanyeol,” An officer calls him. “We need to talk about what happened.”
“I think he was already drunk when he arrived.” He explains to the officer. “He was being rude and he started a fight with Baekhyun and well… he was no rival for him.”
His voice doesn’t even falter when he lies.
Surprisingly, the officers let them go with a simple. “Be more careful next time and please hire someone to kick out the problematic clients.”
“Oh, but Baekhyun is our pianist and also the bar’s security.” He attempts to joke. It’s always easier to show your best face to the worst situations.
Once the police leaves, thankfully taking the problematic client with them, he decides they should close for the rest of the night. There’s no point in staying there when the bar is a mess. They can always clean the next day, after having a few hours of sleep and a good talk.
It doesn’t take him long to find Baekhyun. The man is standing outside the bar, leaning against the wall. Judging from his position, it’s easy to guess Baekhyun is still angry. Chanyeol knows whatever comes from his boyfriend’s mouth right now will pierce right through his skin and leave a painful cut.
Once he’s closer he realizes his boyfriend’s lip is still bleeding. “Why didn’t you let them clean your wounds?” He asks as he tries to inspect his wounds. He can see Baekhyun’s eyes are wary, still upset after the fight. He doesn’t care. He’s worried for him, seeing him hurt is too painful. All the wants to do is to take Baekhyun inside to clean his wounds and maybe reassure him his feelings won’t change.
“You really need to learn to control yourself, Baekhyun.” He says as he holds his boyfriend’s chin up, “You might even have a concussion. Let’s go inside, let me clean your wounds.” He makes a short pause. “I know you get jealous, but don’t have a reason to be; not at all.”
His words didn’t mean to be harmful, but Baekhyun’s obviously detects something because his eyes start to glimmer in anger as he swats his hand away.
“Is that all you have to say, Chanyeol?” He’s not yelling, but he’s using a cold voice and an expressionless face, completely atypical from him. He bumps his head against the wall. “Why are you always like this Chanyeol?” The resentment is evident in his tone. “Do you really not care about me?”
He can’t even believe what he just heard. “You know I love you, Baekhyun. Please don’t say things like that. You know I care.”
“Well, you don’t show it, Chanyeol.” He suddenly blurts. “You were letting him touch you. You always let them touch you.”
Chanyeol blinks rapidly, trying to ignore how blurry his eyes are becoming. “You’re being so unfair, Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun’s pretty hands start to pull the black strands of hair. “The only unfair thing here is how you seem to be playing with me.”
Chanyeol knows Baekhyun is allowing his fear and insecurities take over him. He knows this is not the normal Baekhyun. But nothing can make this hurt any less and he really doesn’t want to keep this going for any longer. Not when Baekhyun is being dramatic as hell.
“Baekhyun, I think you should go home now.” He finally says. There’s a tone of finality laced to his voice.
“And I guess you’re not coming with me?”
Chanyeol shakes his head.
“Fine.” Baekhyun says with a challenging tone.
The taller gives him the keys of the car. “I’ll stay here to clean a little.”
Baekhyun doubts for a second, but then clutches the keys against his chest and storms away.
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He would have liked to say that he drove angrily all the way back home; maybe that he had dinner alone and took a shower. But it would all be a lie, because he’s only been driving for a few minutes when he has to stop in a red light. And as he waits for it to change, he uses the time to hit his head against the wheel in absolute despair.
Not even ten minutes ago, when he had been burning in anger and still high on the adrenaline from the fight, he had said a lot of regrettable things to his boyfriend. Now, guilt is finally reaching him and he feels torn between wanting to go back to the bar and wanting to go home and throwing himself a pity party.
Baekhyun bites his lip as he recalls all the shit he had dared to yell in the midst of scene outside the bar. He feels sorry for the fight and he’s ashamed of the way he acted in front of their customers, but what’s really eating him is the look of pure hurt and disappointment that crossed Chanyeol’s face when Baekhyun had said all these awful things.
He feels he really should call Chanyeol and tell him he’s going to pick him up. “Come home.” He wants to say. “That ugly sofa from your office will give you cramps. Your back is already hurt.” Except he can’t call him; his boyfriend asked him to leave. If he did that is because he wanted space. The least he can do is give that to him.
He sighs for a last time and looks up just in time to see the light turn green. He wants to be home as soon as possible.
In the second the opens the door of the apartment and finds the living room in complete darkness his stomach does a nasty flip again. Coming home doesn’t feel right if he’s not struggling to unlock the door because Chanyeol is leaving kisses all over his neck.
As bar owners they’re pretty nocturnal. It’s usual for them to have dinner late at night and watch movies at three am. Today, even if it’s early, Baekhyun feels he can’t stay awake a second more. All he wants to do is to go to sleep, even if it’s on an empty bed, too far away from Chanyeol.
As he walks to the bedroom he briefly wonders if Chanyeol could have been right about the concussion thing. He feels slightly nauseous and his whole body feels heavy and in need of sleep.
He only removes his shoes and crawls to bed completely dressed.
His intention had been to fall asleep immediately, he does feel sleepy, but he didn’t consider that before finally falling in the merciful embrace of sleep, he would need to pass for the usual shower of regrets that hits you when you've had a particularly bad day.
A life time of bad memories is tormenting him and all he can do is groan and pull a pillow over his face to suffocate the sounds he's doing.
He pulls at his hair again. Chanyeol is right, he was being unfair. He trusts his boyfriend a lot. Damn, Chanyeol is probably the only person he has ever opened his heart to and trusted so deeply. So why did he have to be such an idiot?
The answer to that is actually pretty easy. He was an idiot because he’s still an insecure little boy who’s not in good terms with the idea of losing Chanyeol. The fear of being abandoned turned him into a wary and resentful person, but even if his self-doubts are making him burn in jealousy, nothing justifies the way he treated the man he claims to love.
The words of that man had said resonate in his head. "Oh dear, you can do so much better." He knows it. He knows Chanyeol can find someone who truly deserves him, but he's selfish; he doesn't want to share Chanyeol with anyone.
He looks at the empty side of the bed. He doesn't want to see this as punishment, but he probably would deserve it anyway.
He extends his hand to Chanyeol's usual place and takes his pillow. He hugs him and inhales deeply.
“Let’s go inside. Let me clean your wound.” Chanyeol suggests, holding his cheeks with soft fingers.
“Okay.” He wants to say, a little blinded by his boyfriend’s always caring and sweet behavior. How is he always so willing to take care of and even love a person like him?
But even if he wanted to let Chanyeol cradle him in his arms, the anger is still burning deep in his heart and maybe the smoke is poisoning his senses, because then he's scowling and pushing his lover’s hand.
“Why are you always like this, Chanyeol?” He shouts. “Do you even take this relationship seriously?” He stabs again and Chanyeol’s eyes suddenly turn dark.
“Oh my lovely and insecure Baekhyun… Who could take a relationship with you seriously?” Chanyeol says. “If you can’t love yourself, how to you expect others to love you?”
Baekhyun doesn’t want to hear anything else. He can’t take it. He can’t exist in a world where Chanyeol hates him, he doesn’t know how.
He finally looks up to meet his eyes and the look of pity and disgust in his lover’s eyes is enough to make Baekhyun wake up, breathing heavily and completely damped in sweat.
For a while all he can hear is the loud thumping of his heartbeat inside his head, It’s only when the sound subsides, that he finally hears the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Turning his head to the door of the bathroom is painful, but when he sees the flash of light coming from under the door, he finally gets it. Chanyeol is at home. Relief runs throw his body as he looks at the clock. It’s only four am and Chanyeol is taking a shower.
He can’t avoid thinking about the probably unlocked door and how it is the only thing separating them. He debates for a second the pros and cons of breaking in the shower and joining his boyfriend and maybe clinging to his arm until he feels reassured.
It’s easy to say that the positive options were more this time.
He stands up and unbuttons his shirt, wincing a little when he removes it. His shoulder probably hurt from last night’s fight. By the time he reaches the door of the bathroom he’s already completely naked, having left his clothes scattered all over the room.
He contains his breathing and pushes the door open. There’s steam all over the small room, but he still can see Chanyeol, standing behind the glass of the shower. He looks like a vision or maybe a wet dream.
For a second he fears this might still be part of the nightmare he had, but then Chanyeol is turning his head to him and locking his eyes on his naked body.
That gives Baekhyun the impulse he need to slide open the glass and hug Chanyeol’s waist.
“Are you still angry?” He asks before kissing his boyfriend’s clavicles.
Chanyeol hugs him closer, pulling him under the water; skin so wet and warm, so tender under the warm water. Baekhyun already knows the answer. “No.”
He dares a shy look to his boyfriend’s face. “I missed you a lot last night.”
“I missed you too.” Chanyeol laughs. “In the second you drove away, I felt like running behind you. But I really had to clean.”
“I’m so glad you’re here, Chanyeol.”
“Hey, your face is still covered in blood. Why didn’t you clean your wound, Baek?” Chanyeol then leans down and licks his parted lip before pressing a soft kiss. “I had to kiss it better.” He explains.
Feeling a little braver he finally dares to confess. “I fell asleep as soon as I arrived and I had a terrible nightmare.” He makes a short pause. “You said that no one would ever love me seriously, because I don’t love myself.”
Chanyeol looks contemplative for a moment, before changing their positions to put Baekhyun fully under the water.
“Don’t let one fight affect you so much, Baekhyun. Don’t doubt my feelings for you for something so meaningless.” He says with a stern look. “But I’m sorry I told you to leave. I was an idiot.”
Baekhyun can’t believe Chanyeol just said that. He’s the one who fucked up; he should be the one asking for forgiveness, not the other way.
“No. I was the idiot. I’m not sure of what happened to me, but I was so angry, and then he said all those awful things and I couldn’t control myself.”
Chanyeol releases a soft chuckle. “I wish he had paid for the drink and the damage before he got kicked out, but I’m not angry with you.”
Baekhyun takes the moment to press their lips together again.
“But do you really think I would have flirted back? Why would I want someone like him when I have you?”
“I wish I could promise you I’ll never do it again, but I would be lying.” He mumbles, voice muffled against the skin of Chanyeol’s neck. “I just want you all for myself.”
He knows how possessive he sounds. He can’t promise a perfect behavior in the future, but he wants Chanyeol to know how much he actually loves him.
“Are you serious right now, Baekhyun? If you knew how crazy you actually make me, you would leave me.” He says suddenly, seemingly worried by Baekhyun’s doubts. "Sometimes I need to contain myself from killing our customers that keep flirting with you, or when they keep looking at your ass, or when they seem to undress you with their eyes when you’re playing.”
Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun closer and whispers against his ear. “My love, if I reacted as explosively as you do, I would already be in jail."
Baekhyun accommodates Chanyeol’s face and bites his bottom lip a little aggressively. “It’s ok.” He whispers back against his lips, his grin evident in his voice. “We can be in jail together.”
From there it becomes difficult for them to pry away their lips from each other. They’ve been together for the longest time and they still can spend hours making out.
“Chanyeol?” He calls a little out of breath. Said man is currently sucking marks all over his neck and his knees are starting to shake. “He suggested I wasn’t good in bed.”
That makes Chanyeol lift his head. His eyebrows furrow a little and then he attracts Baekhyun even closer, making him separate his legs so he can accommodate himself more comfortably. His hands go to Baekhyun’s lower back and then presses. “Tell me,” He says as he rotates his hips slightly. “Does it feel like that?”
Baekhyun whimpers at the feeling. Chanyeol’s arousal is evident and they were only kissing. He feels pretty pleased with himself and without further notice, he decides to jump and cross his legs around Chanyeol’s waist. He feels that maybe he can tease his boyfriend into some shower sex.
Chanyeol manages to catch him just in time and Baekhyun starts to kiss him immediately. When things start to get harder and Chanyeol fears he might lose his equilibrium, he tries to press Baekhyun against the wall, to gain some leverage. However he still his eyes closed and doesn’t notice he doesn’t have Baekhyun in the right position. He stamps Baekhyun’s shoulder against the wall and the smaller man screams in pain.
Chanyeol can’t even believe how fast things ended. One second they’re about to have awesome make up sex and the next one he’s hurrying to get Baekhyun out of the shower, toweling his hair and helping him get dressed to take him to the hospital.
Now that he knows it wasn’t the impact against the wall what hurt Baekhyun’s shoulder, he’s suddenly he’s angry again. “I can’t believe you dislocated your shoulder for a stupid fight. You really need to learn how to control your jealousy.” He reprimands Baekhyun as he drives. “Now it’s only your shoulder, but what will happen in the future? You can’t go around picking up fights.”
Baekhyun only sighs and lifts his good arm to caress Chanyeol’s thigh. “I know you’re frustrated because we couldn’t have sex. We can still do it later… on a more comfortable surface of course.”
Now it’s time for Chanyeol to hit his head against the wheel in frustration.