[FIC] Chanyeol/Baekhyun - EXO - Temperature (Long Version) - 3/3 (END)
Starring: Chanyeol x Baekhyun
Warning: crappy english, like really really crappy T_T unbetaed and Boys!LOVE of course (you've been warned)
Chap: 3/3
Beta: none
Genre: romance, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
Cerita dibawah ini meminjam karakter dan jati diri personel boyband EXO. I’m not them, I do not own them either, and I don’t have any relationship with them. The story below just from my head and pure fiction. Tidak merusak lingkungan dan dijamin just for fun.
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“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” and the nightmare just turned up to be a horror reality when a thundering voice barked in. Both of him and Kai snapped their heads to the door and saw Chanyeol, ragging shocked, glared at them. Kai’s face shown nothing but a smug smirked while Baekhyun’s face went very pale the corpse would put to shame.
“C-Chanyeol…” Baekhyun’s eyes were full of fear, both from Kai’s assault and getting caught by Chanyeol. Kai stood up from his body, and leisurely walked towards the door, that smirk still plestered on his lips when he passed Chanyeol,
“Ah, Hyung… you interupt us in a right time~” he said before he disappeared behind Chanyeol’s back. Why was he seemed so unrepentant, Baekhyun had no idea. Chanyeol glared at the younger before he set his eyes back to Baekhyun.
“It wasn’t like as it seems, he’s attacking me!” Baekhyun stuttered, knees all shuddered and a nervous sweat starting to rolled down his forehead.
“Yeah, and I see you didn’t fight back at all.” Chanyeol deep voice sounded more intimidating when he talked coldly. And it terrified Baekhyun more.
“Didn’t fight back?? I DID fight back, you just didn’t see it from the beginning!”
“Like I care.” Chanyeol snorted and chuckled, sarcastically. “I never think that you can be such a sneaky, Baekhyun.” Then he walked away. Baekhyun couldn’t take it, he forced his feet to stop quivering and run for Chanyeol. He was torn between frightened and offended. Some thoughts were turbid inside his head; how could Chanyeol thought about him that way, they were friends since forever, he should have considered another reason why. But then again, Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol have all the right to be angry and got under a misconception. He was in a wrong posisiton anyway.
“Chanyeol, wait!” Baekhyun managed to catch Chanyeol’s wrist on the doorway before the taller got outside. A slight hurt was slashed inside his chest when Chanyeol skimmed his hand away. “I can explain!”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes, “Go on, explain.” He folded his arms across his chest, challengingly waiting.
“I… I…” Baekhyun stuttered, suddenly realized that he couldn’t explain anything. “I don’t know what’s happening, Chanyeol, I swear! I… don’t know what is wrong with him, I don’t know what’s wrong with everybody!” he cried out, helplessly. “I didn’t even know why that rumor had to spread out, I had nothing for him! I, oh my god, I swear! How many time I should swear to you? I could swear it all over again if you want.”
“And this is what you called ‘explaining’? Funny, Baekhyun. There won’t be any smoke if there’s no fire. And Jongin doesn’t usually attacking people around like that.”
“Wha-” Baekhyun blinked, his eyes started to get watery. “But I sw-”
“Enough Baekhyun, I’m out.” Chanyeol turned around and open the door.
“No, wait!” Baekhyun grasped Chanyeol’s wrist again, but the taller skimmed his hand away, again. This reaction hurted Baekhyun really bad, “You angry? Why are you angry?” Baekhyun couldn’t help but asked, desperately defending his dignity.
“Ha,” Chanyeol laughed flatly, glaring down, “Why do YOU think I’m angry?” then he walked out the door, slammed that piece of wood in front of Baekhyun’s face. The later boy’s heart was pounding in rampage, his eyes were peppery scathing, and his breath hitch painfully.
Slowly, defeated, Baekhyun walked back to his room and stopped midway at the livingroom when he saw D.O standing by his bedroom door, and Kai sitting on the sofa. Both have the same looks on their faces, victoriously cruel smirk. And an understanding punched Baekhyun right on his face, making his stomach churned.
“You…” he died-away, lost of words. The lovers before him just smirking even wider.
“Yeah, us.” D.O marked, there was no regret in his voice for Baekhyun’s mournful state. All Baekhyun wanted now is dragged Chanyeol back in and show this to him. But it’s a bit too late, unfortunately.
“Just… why?”
“Well, because I thought destroying the heater won’t kill you enough.” A sinister sneer drawn on D.O’s lips, “How long you’re gonna lie, Baekhyunnie? I wanna see.” He repeated his question that he throwed to Baekhyun this morning. Both of the lovers chuckled lowly as they left him stunned in the livingroom, disappeared inside their bedroom.
Baekhyun’s feet suddenly decided to betray him too, refused to support his body. He fell to the floor like a piece of fabric, eyes staring blankly at nowhere, like his soul was fly out, leaving him somewhere else happy and easy.
Because his life won’t be happy and easy from now on.
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He peeked from the bedroom door when Chanyeol turn the heater up, then he closed the door slowly. Chanyeol hadn’t spoke to him yet, and he knew the taller would sleep outside again that he shouldn’t wait for him. But his brain managed to being stubborn against him again. He just lied there on his bed for hours, unable to sleep, again. Repeatedly, he’d turn his head to the side, staring at Chanyeol’s empty bed. Somewhat, even though it was ridiculous, he felt like he’s being dumped. Heaven, he really has no right to feel that way, they’re not even in relationship in the first place. And to add another reason, he was nobody to demand, Chanyeol could choose to sleep wherever he wants, and to get angry at him as long as he can.
It seemed that today was longer than usual, more like forever, to Baekhyun and his brain was tired of thinking. The conversation that he had this morning with D.O was played slowly in his head. What the younger said to him, that Chanyeol would love to do anything for him. Just thinking about it made him happy. And D.O was right, Chanyeol always been there for him. Except now. Then the attacking tragedy by Kai, his true quarrel with Chanyeol and the realization of D.O’s trick on him.
And his heart is painfully aching, again.
He bit his lower lip to surpressed the stinging feeling, perturbed, staring at Chanyeol’s bed like it was the source of his problem. He sat down abrubtly, huffed in dispair hoping for the feeling to go away. But the more he rejecting, and the more the night crawls to predawn, his agitation got worser and worser. He couldn’t take it, he had to do something. He had to make everything CLEAR.
He walked out from his bed and slowly opened the bedroom door. The dorm was quiet because everyone is already asleep. Baekhyun went straight to the living room and spotted Chanyeol right away, on the sofa of course, sleeping in the very same condition when he found him morning before. He turned the heater lower to the normal room temperature, then walked back to Chanyeol sleeping figure.
Settled himself down slowly on the floor next to the sofa and leaned on resting his chin in his palms, Baekhyun watched in silence as sweat dried out from Chanyeol’s skin. He didn’t remember when he started to like the sleeping boy before him. All he knew, that some time in the past, they became really close that Baekhyun couldn’t start his day if the other was not around. Maybe Chanyeol sees him as his bestfriend, or brother, or someone special, he wasn’t be able to tell. But Chanyeol indeed always very sweet, always glued to him, knows everything about him… everything except his feeling for him because Baekhyun never let it out. And Chanyeol was taking care of him a lot, up until this now; even when they were currently altercate, the taller boy still turned the heater up for him.
Chanyeol’s chest moved up and down as he breathe, Baekhyun synchronized their breathing without realizing it as he keep watching the other sleeping.
He himself didn’t really understand why he put his feeling inside the closet. Their friendship is way too deep that Baekhyun thought it was enough, when in fact, it would never be enough. He felt it eventually, the aching, the dispair, the frustration… he can’t live with those unpleasant feelings, yet still he keep his mouth shut. Chanyeol could be really touchy when it comes to their friendship. He patted, poked, caressed, ruffled, hugged, gripped… that for someone in a secretive crush, it should be enough. But what’s inside Baekhyun’s heart greedily begging for more, and it was flooding abundance he could drown.
Baekhyun sighed softly. Is it true? Is it true Chanyeol would love to do anything for him? Including a relationship?
What if Chanyeol rejects him? Would he regrets it for ever confessing? Would their friendship changes? It’s already bad enough for him right now, that Chanyeol might seeing him as a sneaky racoon who was messing up with someone’s boyfriend, thanks to D.O and his cooperative lover. But he would never know until he said something. But what if, lets speak for the worst, what if Chanyeol never saw him more than a friend? Would he survive if their friendship ends? What if-
“What are you doing here, Baekhyunnie…” Baekhyun was harshly dragged away from his thought as Chanyeol’s deep-husky-bed-voice startled him. Baekhyun looked at him blankly, had no intention to answer the other’s question because, it might be funny, he couldn’t think of anything smart. “Did you turn the heater lower?” Baekhyun nodded. “Why?” Chanyeol frowned, confused. When Baekhyun only shrugged in response and still not speaking, Chanyeol officially alarmed. “Baekhyun, are you okay?” he sat up, worried and scared at the same time becaue Baekhyun face was oddly impassive, like he was in some kind of trance and lost at the same time.
Baekhyun looked up, hopelessly staring at Chanyeol. This is it, now or never, “I like you,” finally… those words slip out. Was he destroying their friendship even more or fix it a little better, it depends on Chanyeol. “Is it in your category of ‘okay’?”
Chanyeol stunned, taken aback with Baekhyun’s surprising words as he stared back into the other’s blank yet languish eyes. He could feel his anxiousness and his outspoken, helpless qualm. It was radiating through all his pores so strongly that stung every Chanyeol’s senses. “Baekhyunnie…”
“It was Kyungsoo. He tricked me, and Jongin helped him. I really have no feeling for him, Chanyeol, I sw-I like only you. Kyungsoo knew and strongly demand me to said something, but I refused. Then he set this all, and now I’m dying because we’re…" a sharp pause when Baekhyun seemed to chocked with his own thought, "...we’re fighting.”
“Uh…” Chanyeol blinked several times, even more worried because, not only talked with no intonation all flat like a straight road, Baekhyun also seemed to stray further and further away, his face was mirthless, anguished. “Baekhyun-”
“Tell me, is it okay for you? If it’s not, I’ll stop.” Baekhyun’s voice just above a shallow whisper. His sudden confession might looked brave and daring, but Chanyeol still be able to see how insecure he was. A trail of silence and Baekhyun looked up to him with uncertain eyes, as if he was about to get defeated. Miserable, but so lovely.
“It’s… not okay, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol said softly, watched how the light slowly fade away from Baekhyun's pale face. “You’re not supposed to like me.”
How to start his life tomorrow, Baekhyun had no idea. His heart seemed to stop pulsating, replaced by terrible pain that beat his life out. “Then… I’ll stop. I… I will try to pretend that this is never happen, that I never said anything.” In his last attempt not to cry, he bite his lips together.
“Why?” Chanyeol reach out and caressed Baekhyun’s cheek lovingly, makes the later torn between confusion and heartache. “We’re friends for so long, Baekhyun. I deserve more than your ‘like’.”
Baekhyun was too brokenhearted that he couldn’t understand a thing. “Huh…?” any more words, he was ready to burst his tears out. He was also too dumbstruck, that he couldn’t react properly when Chanyeol leaned over and laid a delicate kiss on his trembling lips.
“You’re not supposed to like me,” Chanyeol repeated, “You’re supposed to love me, Baekhyun. Now that is a right thing.” Baekhyun’s face was a strange mixed of confused expressions, Chanyeol couldn’t name it. He didn’t urged him either, he simply let him to take his time, as much as he needs to realize. When finally a string of tears slid down his cheek, Baekhyun blinked and looked at him in the eye, shocked. Chanyeol choose that moment to kissed him again, a demanding kiss that brought Baekhyun to full recovery. Chanyeol could feel Baekhyun’s rapid change of breath, and how he circling his arms around his neck, practically clinging for life. He pulled Baekhyun’s smaller body to stradling his lap, squeezing him as their kiss became desparate, intense and deep.
It ended so very slowly as the needs of air win the night.
“I… I love you…. Really… I was so stupid, I’m sorry….” Baekhyun stuttered. Chanyeol smiled and nuzzled the tip of his nose on Baekhyun’s.
“What took you so long?” he pecked Baekhyun’s lips, “And why so hesitate?”
“I don’t know. Maybe… maybe I was just compulsive. And depressed.” He paused, “And afraid… I guess….”
“Afraid?” Baekhyun nodded, “Of what?”
“I was… afraid to take any risk, for… for our friendship. Just thinking about it got me chicken out.”
“So… your depressions made you go compulsive?”
“I guess so… I mean, it was so pleasant I don’t want to ruin what we have until… until… umm….”
“Until you want more.” Chanyeol stated, bullseye. Baekhyun blushed and looked away, if he said it wasn’t true, it would be a total lie. So he said nothing, couldn’t hide his blush either; he barealy could hid anything since he was on Chanyeol’s lap, AND in Chanyeol’s arms.
Chanyeol’s light chuckle was followed with featherly kisses on his blushing cheek. Baekhyun closed his eyes, enjoying every touch.
“Would you…” Baekhyun opened his eyes, stopping Chanyeol’s kisses. “I mean, are we a lover now? I think… I think I should ask….”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol let out a small laugh, “What do you want me to say?”
“I’m hoping you would say ‘yes’.” Baekhyun pouted as another blushed tainted his cheeks for the second time. Chanyeol laughed again,
“Of course, Baekhyunnie,” he placed another kiss on Baekhyun’s cheekbone, “Yes, of course we are.” And they draw another kiss, over and over until their lips turn swollen-red.
“Thank you…” Baekhyun whispered between kisses.
“No, don’t, I would do anything for you, Baekhyun. Don’t thank me.” The final touch was so hard they almost torn each other lips.
“Anything? Really?” Baekhyun asked, and Chanyeol nodded doubtlessly. “Then… umm… would you cuddle me at night?”
“You really don’t have to ask for that, I would do it even if you push me off.”
“Wha-I… I would never…” Baekhyun gasped, Chanyeol laughed.
“But there’s one little problem, though. The heater. How… I mean, it’s-”
“That’s why I asked you, Chanyeol. Maybe if you’re there, I don’t need the heater in a very high temperature anymore.”
“Okay…” Chanyeol nodded slowly, “It’s worth to try.” Baekhyun nodded too, in agreement.
“Come on,” they stood up and walked to their bedroom. When Chanyeol hold Baekhyun’s hand, the later's palm was getting cold. Actually, he was a bit uncertain if Baekhyun would be okay without a very high temperature heater. If things turned bad, he wasn’t sure how to handle it. But Baekhyun seemed so relieved when he was in his arms, curling up comfortably against him, covered by his thick blanket.
“Nice dream, Baekhyun…” Chanyeol whispered, Baekhyun looked up to him and smiled sweetly.
“You too…” he nearly purred when he said that. Then he was drifted to sleep, smile never left his now pinkish-orange lips. Although his body felt rather cold under Chanyeol’s touch, his cheeks formed a florid blush and his pale skin almost luminous. Chanyeol held him even closer, resting his cheek on Baekhyun’s forehead as he tried not to loosen his embrace.
Baekhyun started to make that funny noises in his sleep some time later, it means that he really was asleep. He wasn’t shaking or shivering, there was no sign of cold at all. In fact, his body temperature seemed normal, slightly warmer because he was under the blanket, snuggling into Chanyeol’s neck and had his possessive arms wrapped securely around his small body.
Chanyeol sighed softly. Baekhyun was okay with him. He doesn’t have to turn the heater very high anymore, he would be just fine in his protection.
“Baekhyunnie…” Chanyeol spoke very lowly, almost to himself, so he wouldn’t wake Baekhyun up. “I always thought that you’d always need me. And indeed, you always need me, will forever be. All I have to do is keep an eye on you while you treasure your feeling only for me.” Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun’s closed eyes genty, “Now I have you, we have each other. I would never let you go, Baekhyun. Even if you ran away, I will hunt you down, and keep you save in my arms again.” He chuckled to his own words. “I’m going crazy. You scared now, Baekhyun?”
=END=
( part 1) ( part 2)
( short version)
A/N: and that’s how everything is wrapped… *phew…* this is the longer (and slightly different plot) version from this (click click~) fic, actually, you can read it if you want. The short version one was my attempt to post it faster because, well, muse is stuck in the middle. You know, when you have the beginning and the ending of the story, but your head decided to go empty when you try to finish the ‘body’ of the story *bad poker face* I was having fun writing this, and I edited some words here and there to make it less crappy, you know, the tenses *bad poker face part II*
Well then, I hope you enjoy the longer version, if you happen to read this until here, please kindly leave a comment ^_^ thank you~
Have a nice day~
Warning: crappy english, like really really crappy T_T unbetaed and Boys!LOVE of course (you've been warned)
Chap: 3/3
Beta: none
Genre: romance, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
Cerita dibawah ini meminjam karakter dan jati diri personel boyband EXO. I’m not them, I do not own them either, and I don’t have any relationship with them. The story below just from my head and pure fiction. Tidak merusak lingkungan dan dijamin just for fun.
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“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” and the nightmare just turned up to be a horror reality when a thundering voice barked in. Both of him and Kai snapped their heads to the door and saw Chanyeol, ragging shocked, glared at them. Kai’s face shown nothing but a smug smirked while Baekhyun’s face went very pale the corpse would put to shame.
“C-Chanyeol…” Baekhyun’s eyes were full of fear, both from Kai’s assault and getting caught by Chanyeol. Kai stood up from his body, and leisurely walked towards the door, that smirk still plestered on his lips when he passed Chanyeol,
“Ah, Hyung… you interupt us in a right time~” he said before he disappeared behind Chanyeol’s back. Why was he seemed so unrepentant, Baekhyun had no idea. Chanyeol glared at the younger before he set his eyes back to Baekhyun.
“It wasn’t like as it seems, he’s attacking me!” Baekhyun stuttered, knees all shuddered and a nervous sweat starting to rolled down his forehead.
“Yeah, and I see you didn’t fight back at all.” Chanyeol deep voice sounded more intimidating when he talked coldly. And it terrified Baekhyun more.
“Didn’t fight back?? I DID fight back, you just didn’t see it from the beginning!”
“Like I care.” Chanyeol snorted and chuckled, sarcastically. “I never think that you can be such a sneaky, Baekhyun.” Then he walked away. Baekhyun couldn’t take it, he forced his feet to stop quivering and run for Chanyeol. He was torn between frightened and offended. Some thoughts were turbid inside his head; how could Chanyeol thought about him that way, they were friends since forever, he should have considered another reason why. But then again, Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol have all the right to be angry and got under a misconception. He was in a wrong posisiton anyway.
“Chanyeol, wait!” Baekhyun managed to catch Chanyeol’s wrist on the doorway before the taller got outside. A slight hurt was slashed inside his chest when Chanyeol skimmed his hand away. “I can explain!”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes, “Go on, explain.” He folded his arms across his chest, challengingly waiting.
“I… I…” Baekhyun stuttered, suddenly realized that he couldn’t explain anything. “I don’t know what’s happening, Chanyeol, I swear! I… don’t know what is wrong with him, I don’t know what’s wrong with everybody!” he cried out, helplessly. “I didn’t even know why that rumor had to spread out, I had nothing for him! I, oh my god, I swear! How many time I should swear to you? I could swear it all over again if you want.”
“And this is what you called ‘explaining’? Funny, Baekhyun. There won’t be any smoke if there’s no fire. And Jongin doesn’t usually attacking people around like that.”
“Wha-” Baekhyun blinked, his eyes started to get watery. “But I sw-”
“Enough Baekhyun, I’m out.” Chanyeol turned around and open the door.
“No, wait!” Baekhyun grasped Chanyeol’s wrist again, but the taller skimmed his hand away, again. This reaction hurted Baekhyun really bad, “You angry? Why are you angry?” Baekhyun couldn’t help but asked, desperately defending his dignity.
“Ha,” Chanyeol laughed flatly, glaring down, “Why do YOU think I’m angry?” then he walked out the door, slammed that piece of wood in front of Baekhyun’s face. The later boy’s heart was pounding in rampage, his eyes were peppery scathing, and his breath hitch painfully.
Slowly, defeated, Baekhyun walked back to his room and stopped midway at the livingroom when he saw D.O standing by his bedroom door, and Kai sitting on the sofa. Both have the same looks on their faces, victoriously cruel smirk. And an understanding punched Baekhyun right on his face, making his stomach churned.
“You…” he died-away, lost of words. The lovers before him just smirking even wider.
“Yeah, us.” D.O marked, there was no regret in his voice for Baekhyun’s mournful state. All Baekhyun wanted now is dragged Chanyeol back in and show this to him. But it’s a bit too late, unfortunately.
“Just… why?”
“Well, because I thought destroying the heater won’t kill you enough.” A sinister sneer drawn on D.O’s lips, “How long you’re gonna lie, Baekhyunnie? I wanna see.” He repeated his question that he throwed to Baekhyun this morning. Both of the lovers chuckled lowly as they left him stunned in the livingroom, disappeared inside their bedroom.
Baekhyun’s feet suddenly decided to betray him too, refused to support his body. He fell to the floor like a piece of fabric, eyes staring blankly at nowhere, like his soul was fly out, leaving him somewhere else happy and easy.
Because his life won’t be happy and easy from now on.
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He peeked from the bedroom door when Chanyeol turn the heater up, then he closed the door slowly. Chanyeol hadn’t spoke to him yet, and he knew the taller would sleep outside again that he shouldn’t wait for him. But his brain managed to being stubborn against him again. He just lied there on his bed for hours, unable to sleep, again. Repeatedly, he’d turn his head to the side, staring at Chanyeol’s empty bed. Somewhat, even though it was ridiculous, he felt like he’s being dumped. Heaven, he really has no right to feel that way, they’re not even in relationship in the first place. And to add another reason, he was nobody to demand, Chanyeol could choose to sleep wherever he wants, and to get angry at him as long as he can.
It seemed that today was longer than usual, more like forever, to Baekhyun and his brain was tired of thinking. The conversation that he had this morning with D.O was played slowly in his head. What the younger said to him, that Chanyeol would love to do anything for him. Just thinking about it made him happy. And D.O was right, Chanyeol always been there for him. Except now. Then the attacking tragedy by Kai, his true quarrel with Chanyeol and the realization of D.O’s trick on him.
And his heart is painfully aching, again.
He bit his lower lip to surpressed the stinging feeling, perturbed, staring at Chanyeol’s bed like it was the source of his problem. He sat down abrubtly, huffed in dispair hoping for the feeling to go away. But the more he rejecting, and the more the night crawls to predawn, his agitation got worser and worser. He couldn’t take it, he had to do something. He had to make everything CLEAR.
He walked out from his bed and slowly opened the bedroom door. The dorm was quiet because everyone is already asleep. Baekhyun went straight to the living room and spotted Chanyeol right away, on the sofa of course, sleeping in the very same condition when he found him morning before. He turned the heater lower to the normal room temperature, then walked back to Chanyeol sleeping figure.
Settled himself down slowly on the floor next to the sofa and leaned on resting his chin in his palms, Baekhyun watched in silence as sweat dried out from Chanyeol’s skin. He didn’t remember when he started to like the sleeping boy before him. All he knew, that some time in the past, they became really close that Baekhyun couldn’t start his day if the other was not around. Maybe Chanyeol sees him as his bestfriend, or brother, or someone special, he wasn’t be able to tell. But Chanyeol indeed always very sweet, always glued to him, knows everything about him… everything except his feeling for him because Baekhyun never let it out. And Chanyeol was taking care of him a lot, up until this now; even when they were currently altercate, the taller boy still turned the heater up for him.
Chanyeol’s chest moved up and down as he breathe, Baekhyun synchronized their breathing without realizing it as he keep watching the other sleeping.
He himself didn’t really understand why he put his feeling inside the closet. Their friendship is way too deep that Baekhyun thought it was enough, when in fact, it would never be enough. He felt it eventually, the aching, the dispair, the frustration… he can’t live with those unpleasant feelings, yet still he keep his mouth shut. Chanyeol could be really touchy when it comes to their friendship. He patted, poked, caressed, ruffled, hugged, gripped… that for someone in a secretive crush, it should be enough. But what’s inside Baekhyun’s heart greedily begging for more, and it was flooding abundance he could drown.
Baekhyun sighed softly. Is it true? Is it true Chanyeol would love to do anything for him? Including a relationship?
What if Chanyeol rejects him? Would he regrets it for ever confessing? Would their friendship changes? It’s already bad enough for him right now, that Chanyeol might seeing him as a sneaky racoon who was messing up with someone’s boyfriend, thanks to D.O and his cooperative lover. But he would never know until he said something. But what if, lets speak for the worst, what if Chanyeol never saw him more than a friend? Would he survive if their friendship ends? What if-
“What are you doing here, Baekhyunnie…” Baekhyun was harshly dragged away from his thought as Chanyeol’s deep-husky-bed-voice startled him. Baekhyun looked at him blankly, had no intention to answer the other’s question because, it might be funny, he couldn’t think of anything smart. “Did you turn the heater lower?” Baekhyun nodded. “Why?” Chanyeol frowned, confused. When Baekhyun only shrugged in response and still not speaking, Chanyeol officially alarmed. “Baekhyun, are you okay?” he sat up, worried and scared at the same time becaue Baekhyun face was oddly impassive, like he was in some kind of trance and lost at the same time.
Baekhyun looked up, hopelessly staring at Chanyeol. This is it, now or never, “I like you,” finally… those words slip out. Was he destroying their friendship even more or fix it a little better, it depends on Chanyeol. “Is it in your category of ‘okay’?”
Chanyeol stunned, taken aback with Baekhyun’s surprising words as he stared back into the other’s blank yet languish eyes. He could feel his anxiousness and his outspoken, helpless qualm. It was radiating through all his pores so strongly that stung every Chanyeol’s senses. “Baekhyunnie…”
“It was Kyungsoo. He tricked me, and Jongin helped him. I really have no feeling for him, Chanyeol, I sw-I like only you. Kyungsoo knew and strongly demand me to said something, but I refused. Then he set this all, and now I’m dying because we’re…" a sharp pause when Baekhyun seemed to chocked with his own thought, "...we’re fighting.”
“Uh…” Chanyeol blinked several times, even more worried because, not only talked with no intonation all flat like a straight road, Baekhyun also seemed to stray further and further away, his face was mirthless, anguished. “Baekhyun-”
“Tell me, is it okay for you? If it’s not, I’ll stop.” Baekhyun’s voice just above a shallow whisper. His sudden confession might looked brave and daring, but Chanyeol still be able to see how insecure he was. A trail of silence and Baekhyun looked up to him with uncertain eyes, as if he was about to get defeated. Miserable, but so lovely.
“It’s… not okay, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol said softly, watched how the light slowly fade away from Baekhyun's pale face. “You’re not supposed to like me.”
How to start his life tomorrow, Baekhyun had no idea. His heart seemed to stop pulsating, replaced by terrible pain that beat his life out. “Then… I’ll stop. I… I will try to pretend that this is never happen, that I never said anything.” In his last attempt not to cry, he bite his lips together.
“Why?” Chanyeol reach out and caressed Baekhyun’s cheek lovingly, makes the later torn between confusion and heartache. “We’re friends for so long, Baekhyun. I deserve more than your ‘like’.”
Baekhyun was too brokenhearted that he couldn’t understand a thing. “Huh…?” any more words, he was ready to burst his tears out. He was also too dumbstruck, that he couldn’t react properly when Chanyeol leaned over and laid a delicate kiss on his trembling lips.
“You’re not supposed to like me,” Chanyeol repeated, “You’re supposed to love me, Baekhyun. Now that is a right thing.” Baekhyun’s face was a strange mixed of confused expressions, Chanyeol couldn’t name it. He didn’t urged him either, he simply let him to take his time, as much as he needs to realize. When finally a string of tears slid down his cheek, Baekhyun blinked and looked at him in the eye, shocked. Chanyeol choose that moment to kissed him again, a demanding kiss that brought Baekhyun to full recovery. Chanyeol could feel Baekhyun’s rapid change of breath, and how he circling his arms around his neck, practically clinging for life. He pulled Baekhyun’s smaller body to stradling his lap, squeezing him as their kiss became desparate, intense and deep.
It ended so very slowly as the needs of air win the night.
“I… I love you…. Really… I was so stupid, I’m sorry….” Baekhyun stuttered. Chanyeol smiled and nuzzled the tip of his nose on Baekhyun’s.
“What took you so long?” he pecked Baekhyun’s lips, “And why so hesitate?”
“I don’t know. Maybe… maybe I was just compulsive. And depressed.” He paused, “And afraid… I guess….”
“Afraid?” Baekhyun nodded, “Of what?”
“I was… afraid to take any risk, for… for our friendship. Just thinking about it got me chicken out.”
“So… your depressions made you go compulsive?”
“I guess so… I mean, it was so pleasant I don’t want to ruin what we have until… until… umm….”
“Until you want more.” Chanyeol stated, bullseye. Baekhyun blushed and looked away, if he said it wasn’t true, it would be a total lie. So he said nothing, couldn’t hide his blush either; he barealy could hid anything since he was on Chanyeol’s lap, AND in Chanyeol’s arms.
Chanyeol’s light chuckle was followed with featherly kisses on his blushing cheek. Baekhyun closed his eyes, enjoying every touch.
“Would you…” Baekhyun opened his eyes, stopping Chanyeol’s kisses. “I mean, are we a lover now? I think… I think I should ask….”
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol let out a small laugh, “What do you want me to say?”
“I’m hoping you would say ‘yes’.” Baekhyun pouted as another blushed tainted his cheeks for the second time. Chanyeol laughed again,
“Of course, Baekhyunnie,” he placed another kiss on Baekhyun’s cheekbone, “Yes, of course we are.” And they draw another kiss, over and over until their lips turn swollen-red.
“Thank you…” Baekhyun whispered between kisses.
“No, don’t, I would do anything for you, Baekhyun. Don’t thank me.” The final touch was so hard they almost torn each other lips.
“Anything? Really?” Baekhyun asked, and Chanyeol nodded doubtlessly. “Then… umm… would you cuddle me at night?”
“You really don’t have to ask for that, I would do it even if you push me off.”
“Wha-I… I would never…” Baekhyun gasped, Chanyeol laughed.
“But there’s one little problem, though. The heater. How… I mean, it’s-”
“That’s why I asked you, Chanyeol. Maybe if you’re there, I don’t need the heater in a very high temperature anymore.”
“Okay…” Chanyeol nodded slowly, “It’s worth to try.” Baekhyun nodded too, in agreement.
“Come on,” they stood up and walked to their bedroom. When Chanyeol hold Baekhyun’s hand, the later's palm was getting cold. Actually, he was a bit uncertain if Baekhyun would be okay without a very high temperature heater. If things turned bad, he wasn’t sure how to handle it. But Baekhyun seemed so relieved when he was in his arms, curling up comfortably against him, covered by his thick blanket.
“Nice dream, Baekhyun…” Chanyeol whispered, Baekhyun looked up to him and smiled sweetly.
“You too…” he nearly purred when he said that. Then he was drifted to sleep, smile never left his now pinkish-orange lips. Although his body felt rather cold under Chanyeol’s touch, his cheeks formed a florid blush and his pale skin almost luminous. Chanyeol held him even closer, resting his cheek on Baekhyun’s forehead as he tried not to loosen his embrace.
Baekhyun started to make that funny noises in his sleep some time later, it means that he really was asleep. He wasn’t shaking or shivering, there was no sign of cold at all. In fact, his body temperature seemed normal, slightly warmer because he was under the blanket, snuggling into Chanyeol’s neck and had his possessive arms wrapped securely around his small body.
Chanyeol sighed softly. Baekhyun was okay with him. He doesn’t have to turn the heater very high anymore, he would be just fine in his protection.
“Baekhyunnie…” Chanyeol spoke very lowly, almost to himself, so he wouldn’t wake Baekhyun up. “I always thought that you’d always need me. And indeed, you always need me, will forever be. All I have to do is keep an eye on you while you treasure your feeling only for me.” Chanyeol kissed Baekhyun’s closed eyes genty, “Now I have you, we have each other. I would never let you go, Baekhyun. Even if you ran away, I will hunt you down, and keep you save in my arms again.” He chuckled to his own words. “I’m going crazy. You scared now, Baekhyun?”
=END=
( part 1) ( part 2)
( short version)
A/N: and that’s how everything is wrapped… *phew…* this is the longer (and slightly different plot) version from this (click click~) fic, actually, you can read it if you want. The short version one was my attempt to post it faster because, well, muse is stuck in the middle. You know, when you have the beginning and the ending of the story, but your head decided to go empty when you try to finish the ‘body’ of the story *bad poker face* I was having fun writing this, and I edited some words here and there to make it less crappy, you know, the tenses *bad poker face part II*
Well then, I hope you enjoy the longer version, if you happen to read this until here, please kindly leave a comment ^_^ thank you~
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