The Spaces Between My Fingers Are Right Where Yours Fit Perfectly
Title: The Spaces Between My Fingers Are Right Where Yours Fit Perfectly
Pairing: Baekyeol (Baekhyun/Chanyeol)
Length/Word Count: Drabble/ 900+
Summary: Baekhyun can't help but believe something has to be wrong.
“It makes me sad, sometimes.”
“What does?”
“Knowing that we’ll never be that couple that older couples look at and say, ‘You see them? They’re going to make it. That’s a perfect couple.’ You know, it’s… it’s stupid, but it’s something that I’ve always wanted.”
“And why won’t they say that?”
“It’s because I’m not dating a girl, Chanyeol. So when they look at us in the future, holding hands, they’ll hiss and mutter instead.”
“Well, as long as you know we’ll be together, then I know we’ll make it. So that’s good enough for me.”
-
For as long as he can remember, Baekhyun has questioned everything good that comes into his life, chasing it with thoughts and skepticism until it flees. So when Chanyeol stays past the first month, and then the first year, Baekhyun begins to wonder if maybe he’d actually wandered into a dream of some sort. The constantly grinning, hyperactive boy never disappears, however. Whenever Baekhyun experiences a slight moment of insecurity, he’ll find a large pair of arms wrapped around him, accompanied with a deep, throaty laugh that feels like home.
When the sky begins to lighten during the first hours of the morning, Baekhyun often lies awake, staring at his lover’s face. In his sleep, Chanyeol crinkles his nose and furrows his brows, as if there is a deep internal distress that no one has ever seen. He worries about how Chanyeol can melt away all of his problems with a single embrace, while he seems to let his own problems untouched. It’s not really fair, to let him be Baekhyun’s support system; the unfailing rock that never expresses his own worries in fear that Baekhyun might not be happy. A sad smile creeps over Baekhyun’s lips as he sits up and gazes at the long sleeping form lying next to him. He daintily reaches out to brush aside a curl from Chanyeol’s forehead.
He sits there like that for hours, waiting for the sun to crawl in through the curtains, scattering a feeble light across the floor and onto the sheets. The quiet of the morning is soothing, a blessing to his usually troubled mind. Every few minutes, he turns to look at Chanyeol, and occasionally wonders what he did to deserve such a perfect boyfriend. He holds back a chuckle when his boyfriend turns over, long legs tangling in the sheets, his toes poking out at the end of the bed. If they stayed here forever, Baekhyun thinks, he would still be happy.
Right as the red numbers on their bedside clock reads 8:30 AM, Chanyeol lets out a small groan and turns to smile at Baekhyun. His eyes are half-open and heavy with sleep, yet his mouth is stretched wide in a loving smile.
“Have you been staring at me all night, Baekie?” The words are soft; barely audible, and yet Baekhyun feels himself light up as he hears them.
“Of course not, sleepy head.”
“Liar.” And with that, Chanyeol reaches out with a single arm to capture Baekhyun’s slender waist and pull him down into the sheets, where Chanyeol can press his face into Baekhyun’s chest. They lay there for a while longer, their bodies comfortable and familiar next to each other, until Chanyeol realizes that he’s really hungry.
“Hey, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun’s hand stalls before grabbing the next plate and stuffing it into the dishwasher.
“Hmmm?” Chanyeol looks up from the comics section of the newspaper, eyes shining bright. Baekhyun’s mind wanders back to that morning, to Chanyeol’s troubled expression as he slept.
“Is… everything ok?” The words are barely a whisper.
“Yes? I don’t really know what you mean.”
“It’s just that- I saw- I…” Baekhyun’s voice falters as he looks down, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. He should be able to know when his boyfriend feels upset about anything, the way Chanyeol can, and yet he is selfishly oblivious.
“Baekie? What’s wrong?”
“You were right. I did watch you sleep when I couldn’t. And- your expression is a bit too stressed in your sleep. It just feels as if there’s something that you’re worrying about, and it’s not fair to you if I can’t make it go away the way you make my troubles go away.”
Chanyeol stands up and crosses the distance in the kitchen with two long strides, stopping in front of Baekhyun. Baekhyun cranes his neck to look up at him, suddenly hyper-aware of their 11 cm height difference.
“Byun Baekhyun. The only thing that I worry about is that my boyfriend is worrying much too much for his own good, and that he will get gray hairs before he turns thirty.” Chanyeol lets out a laugh, his deep voice immediately calming Baekhyun. “And now look. You’ve gone and worried again.” He shakes his head and smiles before bending down to lightly kiss Baekhyun’s forehead. Relief floods Baekhyun; as long as Chanyeol is ok, then his entire world is ok. Reaching up on his toes, he wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and kisses him. Their lips feel natural against each other’s, and Baekhyun melts into his lover, sighing contentedly.
“So yes, everything is fine.” Chanyeol murmurs the words before wrapping his arms around Baekhyun and picking him up, placing him on the counter ledge, exploring the inside of his mouth. Baekhyun moans softly and kisses back, until-
“Oops.” Chanyeol grins sheepishly and pulls away as Baekhyun looks at the mess of broken ceramic plates on the floor with a horrified expression. “Maybe I shouldn’t have placed you there.”
“I’m going to kill you later.”
“You’re worrying too much.”
-
Yay for writing when I'm tired! I was originally going to put more baekyeol fun times in here but uh. Idk man. It was weird.
Pairing: Baekyeol (Baekhyun/Chanyeol)
Length/Word Count: Drabble/ 900+
Summary: Baekhyun can't help but believe something has to be wrong.
“It makes me sad, sometimes.”
“What does?”
“Knowing that we’ll never be that couple that older couples look at and say, ‘You see them? They’re going to make it. That’s a perfect couple.’ You know, it’s… it’s stupid, but it’s something that I’ve always wanted.”
“And why won’t they say that?”
“It’s because I’m not dating a girl, Chanyeol. So when they look at us in the future, holding hands, they’ll hiss and mutter instead.”
“Well, as long as you know we’ll be together, then I know we’ll make it. So that’s good enough for me.”
-
For as long as he can remember, Baekhyun has questioned everything good that comes into his life, chasing it with thoughts and skepticism until it flees. So when Chanyeol stays past the first month, and then the first year, Baekhyun begins to wonder if maybe he’d actually wandered into a dream of some sort. The constantly grinning, hyperactive boy never disappears, however. Whenever Baekhyun experiences a slight moment of insecurity, he’ll find a large pair of arms wrapped around him, accompanied with a deep, throaty laugh that feels like home.
When the sky begins to lighten during the first hours of the morning, Baekhyun often lies awake, staring at his lover’s face. In his sleep, Chanyeol crinkles his nose and furrows his brows, as if there is a deep internal distress that no one has ever seen. He worries about how Chanyeol can melt away all of his problems with a single embrace, while he seems to let his own problems untouched. It’s not really fair, to let him be Baekhyun’s support system; the unfailing rock that never expresses his own worries in fear that Baekhyun might not be happy. A sad smile creeps over Baekhyun’s lips as he sits up and gazes at the long sleeping form lying next to him. He daintily reaches out to brush aside a curl from Chanyeol’s forehead.
He sits there like that for hours, waiting for the sun to crawl in through the curtains, scattering a feeble light across the floor and onto the sheets. The quiet of the morning is soothing, a blessing to his usually troubled mind. Every few minutes, he turns to look at Chanyeol, and occasionally wonders what he did to deserve such a perfect boyfriend. He holds back a chuckle when his boyfriend turns over, long legs tangling in the sheets, his toes poking out at the end of the bed. If they stayed here forever, Baekhyun thinks, he would still be happy.
Right as the red numbers on their bedside clock reads 8:30 AM, Chanyeol lets out a small groan and turns to smile at Baekhyun. His eyes are half-open and heavy with sleep, yet his mouth is stretched wide in a loving smile.
“Have you been staring at me all night, Baekie?” The words are soft; barely audible, and yet Baekhyun feels himself light up as he hears them.
“Of course not, sleepy head.”
“Liar.” And with that, Chanyeol reaches out with a single arm to capture Baekhyun’s slender waist and pull him down into the sheets, where Chanyeol can press his face into Baekhyun’s chest. They lay there for a while longer, their bodies comfortable and familiar next to each other, until Chanyeol realizes that he’s really hungry.
“Hey, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun’s hand stalls before grabbing the next plate and stuffing it into the dishwasher.
“Hmmm?” Chanyeol looks up from the comics section of the newspaper, eyes shining bright. Baekhyun’s mind wanders back to that morning, to Chanyeol’s troubled expression as he slept.
“Is… everything ok?” The words are barely a whisper.
“Yes? I don’t really know what you mean.”
“It’s just that- I saw- I…” Baekhyun’s voice falters as he looks down, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. He should be able to know when his boyfriend feels upset about anything, the way Chanyeol can, and yet he is selfishly oblivious.
“Baekie? What’s wrong?”
“You were right. I did watch you sleep when I couldn’t. And- your expression is a bit too stressed in your sleep. It just feels as if there’s something that you’re worrying about, and it’s not fair to you if I can’t make it go away the way you make my troubles go away.”
Chanyeol stands up and crosses the distance in the kitchen with two long strides, stopping in front of Baekhyun. Baekhyun cranes his neck to look up at him, suddenly hyper-aware of their 11 cm height difference.
“Byun Baekhyun. The only thing that I worry about is that my boyfriend is worrying much too much for his own good, and that he will get gray hairs before he turns thirty.” Chanyeol lets out a laugh, his deep voice immediately calming Baekhyun. “And now look. You’ve gone and worried again.” He shakes his head and smiles before bending down to lightly kiss Baekhyun’s forehead. Relief floods Baekhyun; as long as Chanyeol is ok, then his entire world is ok. Reaching up on his toes, he wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck and kisses him. Their lips feel natural against each other’s, and Baekhyun melts into his lover, sighing contentedly.
“So yes, everything is fine.” Chanyeol murmurs the words before wrapping his arms around Baekhyun and picking him up, placing him on the counter ledge, exploring the inside of his mouth. Baekhyun moans softly and kisses back, until-
“Oops.” Chanyeol grins sheepishly and pulls away as Baekhyun looks at the mess of broken ceramic plates on the floor with a horrified expression. “Maybe I shouldn’t have placed you there.”
“I’m going to kill you later.”
“You’re worrying too much.”
-
Yay for writing when I'm tired! I was originally going to put more baekyeol fun times in here but uh. Idk man. It was weird.