This is Trouble, Yeah This is Trouble
title: This is Trouble, Yeah This is Trouble
author: hunhamburger
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: NC-17
length: ~5700
summary: It started off as a game of cat and mouse, when did things start becoming so real?
A/N: made for the admin of thingsbaekyeolwould.tumblr.com >< sorry this went on so many different tangents ;;
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Chanyeol made a point of sulkily walking up the stairs, a pout on his face and fingers running through his hair. They had all just finished practice, and while Chanyeol was still packing up his belongings everyone had already begun filing from the room. Usually Baekhyun would wait for him, but today Baekhyun ran over to Kyungsoo and linked their arms together as they walked up the stairs.
Chanyeol was finally at the door to their dorm when he heard Baekhyun and Kyungsoo's chattering voices. He opened the door and slipped in quietly, waiting around the corner so he could peak around and spy on the two of them.
"What's with Chanyeol always chasing you all over the place?" Kyungsoo questioned as he and Baekhyun began to eat lunch on the couch while watching reruns of what Chanyeol recognized as the drama You are Beautiful.
Baekhyun shrugs, "He's just playful I guess."
"Why do you put up with it?"
Chanyeol frowned, put up with it? He shook his head quickly and pretended he hadn't heard a thing. Time to get revenge for being left behind.
Baekhyun had opened his mouth to answer, but Kyungsoo cut him off, "Incoming," he warned and Baekhyun turned to see Chanyeol bounding towards him, flailing limbs and all. Baekhyun moved out of the way at the last second and Chanyeol went flying past - tripping over the coffee table with a loud bang.
"He keeps me on my toes" Baekhyun answered Kyungsoo's question with a smile and a shrug. Chanyeol pulled himself off the ground and impulsively piled himself on top of Baekhyun, crushing him into the couch.
"Or off of them" Baekhyun grumbled while Kyungsoo laughed and scooted over on the couch.
Chanyeol had always been like this. Since the two of them first met they'd always have back-and-forth childish arguments that always ended with Chanyeol either wrestling him to the ground or Baekhyun fleeing before he had the chance to pin him down.
It was an ongoing game they established. Baekhyun would run, Chanyeol would chase, and though Chanyeol almost always caught up to Baekhyun, Baekhyun's word was always final. He'd give Chanyeol an I'm-pouting-because-I'm-mad-at-you face and Chanyeol would feel himself caving in almost immediately.
"You left practice without me!" Chanyeol accused.
Baekhyun snorted, "because you're too damn slow."
Chanyeol frowned before diving in to tickle Baekhyun's sides. Baekhyun attempted to keep his lips pressed in a line, but Chanyeol knew his biggest weakness and as soon as his fingers crept up the back of Baekhyun's neck, the older was squealing and throwing fists at Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol grinned in satisfaction as he finally released Baekhyun who was now breathing heavily and attempting to school his grinning face to glare at Chanyeol.
"I hate you" Baekhyun said while sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. Chanyeol mocked him by mimicking the expression and fluttering his eyelashes a few times. Baekhyun threw the center couch cushion at him, hitting him square in the jaw.
"That's it. You're on." Chanyeol grabbed the cushion from the ground and chased after Baekhyun who had already sprung up and headed for their shared dorm room.
Kyungsoo sighed loudly from the main room and turned up the volume on the T.V.
Chanyeol was in hot pursuit, letting out a dramatic lion's roar as he rushed into the room causing Baekhyun to jump in shock and hide behind the curtains.
"Oh gee, I wonder where Baekhyun went." Chanyeol played along, Baekhyun let out a chuckle from his hiding spot.
"Found you!" Chanyeol exclaimed as he ripped the curtain back to reveal a laughing Baekhyun who was shaking his head and attempting to tug the curtain out from Chanyeol's grasp. But then Chanyeol raised it above his head and Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at the taller man who was clearly taking advantage of their height difference.
Baekhyun launched himself towards Chanyeol in an effort to knock him back so he'd lose his grip on the curtain. Instead Chanyeol braced himself and cornered Baekhyun into the wall.
"Get away from me you oof!" Baekhyun pushed against Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol laughed with a large stupid grin and grabbed both of Baekhyun's wrists.
"Nope! Not happening!" Chanyeol swung Baekhyun's hands back and forth, when Baekhyun struggled to get away, he pressed his wrists into the wall on either side of his head.
When his laughter died down he noticed the way Baekhyun was looking up at him. It was a soft contrast to Baekhyun's usual bright eye smiles and boisterous laugh. It was hesitant and uncertain, and made Chanyeol suddenly very aware of how close the two of them were. His lips were mere inches from Baekhyun's forehead.
They stared at each other for a moment. Chanyeol's mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched for something to say. Just as he finally decided to loosen the atmosphere with a dumb joke Baekhyun had swooped beneath his arms and fled out of the room baiting Chanyeol with a "I escaped! I win!" thrown over his shoulder.
But Chanyeol didn't want the game to end - not yet anyway - and sprinted after him.
-
Chanyeol wasn't exactly sure of what he should think when he watches Baekhyun hanging off of Jongdae in between their photo shoot. He smoothed down the jacket he was wearing and shot a sultry look at the camera as it flashed. His eyes darting back over to Baekhyun as soon as the photo's been taken.
"What's wrong?" Junmyeon asks from his position beside him, noticing the strain in his smile when Chanyeol looks back to the camera.
Chanyeol just shrugs, "I dunno. Just not feeling so well I guess. Might be the weather."
Junmyeon took a glance towards the window, which exhibited a perfectly sunny day, and gave Chanyeol a look. "I seriously doubt that."
Their manager snapped his fingers impatiently, "come on you two, we're on a tight schedule.," he turned to the photographer, "How about a shot with the flower props, that would go nicely!"
Junmyeon nodded his head and got back into position, locking eyes with Chanyeol that said "I'll question you about this later."
Chanyeol gave him a sheepish smile before glancing one more time towards Jongdae lifting Baekhyun up in a piggy back.
It seemed weird to Chanyeol to see such a happy smile on Baekhyun's face when he was with someone other than himself. He would just have to go and make Baekhyun even happier. Baekhyun was Chanyeol's best friend after all. He decided he would challenge him to a mario cart race, that's what he would do! He whispered a small "fighting" as he moved into his next pose.
When Chanyeol's turn for photo's were over and Jongdae was called to go next, Chanyeol hopped over to Baekhyun who had taken a seat on the bench to answer messages on his phone. Chanyeol rolled from heal to toe on his feet, linking his fingers together behind his back.
Baekhyun looked up from his phone, "Oh, hey," He said with a yawn, fixing the bunching up sleeves of his cardigan. He patted the space next to him on the bench and Chanyeol sat down awkwardly beside him, their legs millimeters away from brushing.
"You and Jongdae seem really close." Chanyeol blurted out before he could stop himself. Something about being with Baekhyun always made him too quick to speak his mind.
Baekhyun laughed and nodded, "Yeah, he's really easy to talk to."
"Yeah," Chanyeol felt his mouth going dry. Baekhyun used to always say that Chanyeol was easy to talk to. He was going to state this fact, but an uneasy feeling in his gut stopped him.
"he asked if I wanted to play mario cart with him when we get back to the dorms."
"Oh, that's...that's nice." Chanyeol felt himself physically deflating. His plan was not working at all. Abort mission, abort mission.
Giving him a strange look, Baekhyun continued, "yeah," he paused laying a hand on Chanyeol's shoulder. Chanyeol met his eyes and gave him a forced smile, but Baekhyun wouldn't be so easily fooled. "Something's wrong," he determined, "what is it?"
He didn't know what to say. There wasn't any good reason for Chanyeol to be upset, he barely understood where the knot in his stomach was coming, how could he explain that to Baekhyun? Chanyeol looked away, his voice catching in the back of his throat as he opened and closed his mouth.
"Well, J-"
There was suddenly an arm swung around his shoulder and Jongdae was there, pressing his knuckles of his other hand into Chanyeol's skull, messing up his hair. Chanyeol grumbled and shock Jongdae's arm off of him. Jongdae gave him a surprised look before sticking out his bottom lip.
"Don't worry about him. He's in a bad mood." Baekhyun explained, patting Chanyeol on the head, and Chanyeol crossed his arms. He felt like a child.
"Let's go, everyone." Their manager called. Baekhyun promptly got to his feet.
Chanyeol shadowed behind while everyone else raced for the van. The last spot was the one in the back right corner beside Junmyeon who looked like he had a word or two to say to Chanyeol. Bracing himself for Junmyeon's barrage of questions, Chanyeol leaned back into the seat and pulled the beak of the snapback down so it covered his eyes.
"You're not yourself today." their leader said sympathetically, and when Chanyeol didn't answer he silently rummaged through his bag and passed Chanyeol a candy without a word.
Chanyeol gave a small thank-you and popped the candy into his mouth. In front of him, Baekhyun was playing with Jongdae's sleeves. The candy began to taste slightly sour.
-
Hyperactive Chanyeol was back the next day; it was a fluke, he reasoned. Just something in the air that made him feel down. Now animated Chanyeol was back already jumping onto Baekhyun's bed to wake him up at 6:30 AM on their day off.
Needless to say, Baekhyun wasn't very impressed.
"Oh my god, Chanyeol. It's way too early, go back to bed."
"Never!" Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun's pillow out from under his head.
"Give it back." He groaned, grasping at air in a weak attempt to take his pillow back. Chanyeol waved it above his head.
"Come on, Chanyeol, I'm tired" He whined and Chanyeol rolled his eyes and lightly tossed the pillow at Baekhyun's face.
"Thank you" Baekhyun grinned sleepily and bundled himself back up with his blankets.
"Baek, I'm bored." Chanyeol flopped on top of the singer, burying his nose into his neck.
Baekhyun scrunched his neck up and shifted under Chanyeol's weight, "don't do that. It tickles,"
Chanyeol felt his lips pull apart in glee, "I know," he teased.
"You're a jerk." Baekhyun snaped, but the heat of his words dissipated when Chanyeol tickled his sides and Baekhyun laughed in spite of himself.
The room grew quiet and his laughter died down and Chanyeol felt at a loss for words. Which wasn't normal because Chanyeol always had something to say. He admired the reddening skin on the back of Baekhyun's neck and ears - it was a tell-tale sign that Baekhyun was feeling flustered that Chanyeol had picked up on every time Baekhyun was feeling nervous before a show or unsure of how to react in an interview. He felt a sudden quickening in his heart, a sudden rush of affection, and all he wanted in that moment was to move closer and press his lips to the flushing skin.
So he did.
Baekhyun stilled. Chanyeol began to take in the full realization of what he had just done. He couldn't decide if it was more weird that he had kissed the back of his best friend and band member's neck or that he had wanted to in the first place.
After taking in a long breath Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak, but Chanyeol had no intention to hear what he was going to say.
"I'm getting breakfast!" he exclaimed quickly, already jumping off of Baekhyun who groaned when Chanyeol's knee collided with his back.
Baekhyun was already tucking himself back in as Chanyeol fled through the doorway, "whatever I'm going back to bed."
-
If Baekhyun's biggest weakness was his neck, then Chanyeol's biggest weakness would have to be his snapbacks. He had the entire top shelf in his closet dedicated to his collection. The ones that didn't fit there were lined neatly across the top of his bookshelf. He made a point of always putting them back in their correct places and making sure not to leave them on the ground. Everyday after waking up and before going to bed he would count all 32 of them to make sure he hadn't lost one.
But this evening there was only 31. Something was amiss.
"Has anyone seen my snapback?" Chanyeol called as he entered main area where everyone was still awake watching the subbed version of The Avengers.
"You're going to have to be more specific," Jongin replied, not turning his head away from the television.
"Yeah you have like 500 of them, how are we supposed to know which one you're talking about," Sehun added.
Chanyeol sighed and rolled his eyes, "Exactly, I'm not even sure which one was stolen. It's a little hard to keep track you know."
"It was the one you wore in the history music video." Baekhyun informed him from where he was sitting on the ground in front of the couch - just outside of Chanyeol's view.
"Yeah! I think it was! ...wait how did you know that"
The maknaes chuckled in the background and Baekhyun slid lower down in front of the couch until he was lying on the floor.
"Baekhyun, did you steal my snapback?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Baekhyun..." Chanyeol moved forward to peer over the couch to find Baekhyun grinning up at him like an idiot wearing Chanyeol's hat with the bill turned sideways.
He took the snapback off momentarily, feigning surprise as he inspected it, "oh, I guess I did steal it."
And suddenly Chanyeol was less-than-gracefully leaping over the couch, hitting Kyungsoo and Junmyeon - who had been on the verge of sleep - across the face.
With a yelp, Baekhyun scrambled away as Chanyeol came tumbling over the couch. But Chanyeol was faster and latched onto his leg and pulled him back. The fabric of Baekhyun's shirt rode up as Chanyeol dragged him across the floor, and Baekhyun hastily tried to pull it back down. Despite his unyielding confidence on stage and during interviews, Baekhyun was self conscious about the squishiness of his own stomach in comparison to the rest of the members.
Chanyeol couldn't fathom why, he personally found Baekhyun's stomach adorable. He'd never tell Baekhyun that though, or he'd never hear the end of it.
"Go away!" Baekhyun squealed, swatting at Chanyeol who had crawled on top of him.
"Not until you give me my hat back"
Baekhyun used his hands to hold the snapback tighter on his head, "Never. It's mine now."
Jongin gagged and rolled his eyes, "wow stop flirting"
"Yeah just get married already," piped Sehun
Chanyeol chuckled and lifted himself off of Baekhyun, accidentally squeezing Baekhyun's thigh as he did so. His eyes went wide as Baekhyun let out a small groan. They stared at each other in silence until Baekhyun tossed Chanyeol's hat onto the ground and fled to the bathroom.
Chanyeol just sat there for a few moments, unsure what exactly had just happened.
"Baekhyun must have sensitive thighs" Kyungsoo broke the silence that had fallen over the room.
"...Yeah." Chanyeol agreed, the lump in his throat making it hard for him to say anything else. The weird feelings in the pit of his stomach and the heat rising to his face was too confusing for Chanyeol to deal with. Instead he stuck his snapback onto his head and head to bed for the night.
Awhile after Chanyeol had gotten into bed, he heard the door opening and soft footsteps pattering across the room. Baekhyun must have been trying to sneak to bed without waking Chanyeol up.
"Hey, Baekhyun," Chaneyol whispered, chuckling when he heard Baekhyun stumble over his dresser.
"Yeah?"
"Have your thighs always been that sensitive?"
Chanyeol woke up the next morning to all of his snapbacks knocked to the floor and a satisfied Baekhyun who sat smirking in their desk chair.
-
Baekhyun had been trying his hand at cooking, he was attempting to fry the bulgogi himself, but Chanyeol insisted to help claiming that he "didn't want the waste any food if Baekhyun messed up" to which Baekhyun replied by pouting and stepping on Chanyeol's toes.
"You're really short" Chanyeol deadpanned as he wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's torso and rested his chin on the top of his head.
"Yeah, well, you're really dumb." Baekhyun scowled and wriggled in Chanyeol's arms. Chanyeol sighed contently and squeezed tighter.
Baekhyun nudged Chanyeol's arms looser so he had enough armspace to flip over the meat in the pan. Chanyeol eyed Baekhyun's legs and suddenly wondered if he could hear that noise again.
He crept his hand down slowly so Baekhyun wouldn't notice, and then when his hand was hovering directly over Baekhyun's left thigh he brought it down unto Baekhyun's thigh and squeezed.
Baekhyun gasped and jumped, hitting Chanyeol in the gut with his elbow in the process.
"S-stop that!" Baekhyun demanded shakily.
Chanyeol keeled over, clutching his stomach, "why, you're reactions are interesting."
Baekhyun said nothing. Chanyeol frowned. The silent treatment it was then, well, not if Chanyeol had anything to say about it. He leaned forward, still keeled over, and pressed his head to the small of Baekhyun's back and wound his arms around his waist.
"Baek..." he whined, "I'm sorry"
Baekhyun took Chanyeols hands in his own and lifted them from his body before turning around and urging Chanyeol to stand up. Confused, Chanyeol did as Baekhyun silently instructed. As soon as he was standing at full height again, Baekhyun fisted his hands into his shirt and pulled him forward to their bodies were pressed together. Chanyeol stumbled awkwardly, his eyes doubling in size.
Baekhyun looked up at him with an mix of guilt and frustration in his eyes, and Chanyeol was pondering what Baekhyun could possibly feel guilty about when the shorter rolled his hips up to meet Chanyeol's.
"O-Oh, um..." Chanyeol finally realized the extent of the situation when he felt Baekhyun's half hard erection press against him. Heat rushed through him, turning his face a bright shade of pink and making the tips of his ears feel as though they'd burn off.
Baekhyun then pushed Chanyeol away and turned back to the food that was almost to the point of burning and turned off the stove.
"That's why you should stop," he said while dishing the bulgogi onto plates. Chanyeol noted the redness of the back of his neck as he did so.
Chanyeol tentatively reached to take Baekhyun's shoulder, but recoiled when he realized he was at a loss of what to say. He felt guilty for being the cause of Baekhyun's problem but was unsure of how to solve it.
He couldn't just ask to jerk off his best friend.
With shaking hands, Baekhyun set the plates onto the counter and sighed, "Can you please bring these to the members in the kitchen. I need to, uh, I need to go to the washroom." he pushed past Chanyeol and hurried towards the bathroom across the hall.
Chanyeol had half a mind to chase after him, but he assumed the members would probably come marching into the kitchen soon demanding for their food.
So Chanyeol timidly stood outside the bathroom door, right hand poised to knock, only after he had made sure to pass out food to all of his starving band members.
His knuckle had just about pressed down to knock when he heard a small whimper on the other side.
It was soft and almost shy - a distinct contrast to flamboyant and loud Baekhyun that ran around the dorm with his sweater strings tied tightly together so he could barely see.
It was also yearning and aching, and Chanyeol felt his lip tremble with want. The sudden urge to simply barge in, replace Baekhyun's fist with his own, and watch has Baekhyun's mouth fell open with moans that gradually become louder and louder-
Except Chanyeol was afraid. He had to plan is moves carefully. One wrong step and his friendship with Baekhyun could be irreparable.
There was a gasp on the other side followed by vigorous panting, and Chanyeol couldn't stand it anymore.
Forgoing knocking, he twisted the handle and swung the door open. Baekhyun had his back pressed to the counter, his jeans and underwear pushed past his thighs, and a hand firmly wrapped around his cock.
His eyes snapped open when he heard the door, and he scrambled to cover himself.
"Chanyeol?! What the actual fuck are you doing?!"
Chanyeol swallowed the bile lining his throat, it was too late to back out now.
"...Let me help."
Baekhyun looked at him incredulously, "You're kidding right,"
The door closed behind Chanyeol with a click and walked closer to Baekhyun, judging his reaction with each step. Baekhyun didn't move. He just stared with wide eyes and Chanyeol got further and further into his personal space.
"Please," Chanyeol's voice came out lower than usual, and a whine caught in Baekhyun's throat at the sound, "can I touch you?"
Baekhyun's nod came faster than Chanyeol expected. He was standing directly in front of Baekhyun now; he lifted his hands to prompt Baekhyun to drop his own.
He was hesitant, but after a few moments, Baekhyun gave in and lowered his hands. A red coloring lit up his face as Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun's erection that curved slightly upwards towards his bellybutton.
"Stop staring" he moved to cover himself back up, but Chanyeol caught his wrist.
Chanyeol looked up to meet Baekhyun's eyes. There was hesitation, which Chanyeol expected, but there was also a certain unyielding determination that held his gaze. Chanyeol knew Baekhyun hated not being in control, and was wondering how close he was to towing the line too far. Chanyeol was the first to look away with a murmured apology.
But Baekhyun egged him on, "Go on then."
Chanyeol reached out and wrapped a rough hand around Baekhyun's arousal. Baekhyun sighed in relief and pushed his hips forward. Chanyeol's hold tightened slightly and he began to pump up and down Baekhyun's cock.
Baekhyun didn't make much noise aside from small gasps that he was unable to hold back. His teeth drug deep into his bottom lip to hold himself back.
Chanyeol wanted to hear him, he wanted to hear the sounds Baekhyun would make when he was just teetering over the edge.
Falling onto his knees, Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun's thighs apart and dipped his head between, his breath hitting the very tip of Baekhyun's dick. The shorter male's legs quivered.
He stuck his tongue out and licked the base experimentally. Baekhyun's eyes squeezed shut.
After a few more licks, he took the entire thing into his mouth and watched as Baekhyun quivered.
In all honestly, Chanyeol wasn't entirely sure if he was doing this right, but from tightening grip on his shoulder, Chanyeol assumed he wasn't doing terribly.
He started sucking harder, and faster, and Baekhyun's hips started to stutter forward.
"Chanyeol," he breathed, "I think, that I'm going to..."
Chanyeol suddenly felt a little shocked and pulled away just as Baekhyun tipped over the edge, his release spilling over Chanyeol's chin.
"Sorry." Baekhyun said after his breathing had calmed down, and helped Chanyeol wash off his face after tucking himself back in. He nodded towards the obvious tent in Chanyeol's jeans, " Do you, uh, need, help? with that?"
Before Chanyeol could even utter a response, Baekhyun was already undoing his belt.
-
Once it had started, Chanyeol didn't know how to stop.
Teasing fingers traced lines of exposed skin when the other members backs were turned. Soft lips sucked reddening skin of shoulder blades that would be caked over with makeup the next morning to leave no suspicions. But Chanyeol figured their bandmates knew something was afoot when Baekhyun would often urgently pull Chanyeol to their room with fingernails digging into his wrist and eyes dark and yearning. Kyungsoo side-eyed them whenever they'd emerge from their room an hour later. Baekhyun always stalked out first looking for maknaes to bother.
Chanyeol would linger by the table frowning at the cup of coffee heating the palms of his hands, giving Kyungsoo a small reassuring smile, and only when Kyungsoo's attention turned back to the television and his head fell onto Junmyeon's shoulder would the corners of Chanyeol's mouth drop.
Baekhyun's mouth was always perfect: they were soft, warm, and comforting at times, and harsh, biting, and tormenting at others.
The raw, hollow feeling he was left with as Baekhyun would flee the room once he was satisfied left was enough to leave cracks in Chanyeol's smiley persona.
But the fluttering feeling that grew in his stomach whenever their skin pressed together was enough to keep Chanyeol addicted.
-
They didn't talk much anymore. They didn't know what to say. Chanyeol missed feeling open with Baekhyun. He missed being able to talk to him about anything. He missed their stupid arguments. He missed the way Baekhyun snickered when he replaced the sugar with salt and watched Chanyeol spit out his salty tea. He missed Baekhyun.
He approached him on their way out to the van, tugging gently on the sleeve of his shirt. Baekhyun's newly died blonde hair swished around as he turned.
"Yeah?"
Instead of making a joke - about Suho's failed attempt to look "hip" by wearing his snapback backwards - the intensity in Baekhyun's eyes made Chanyeol panic. And when Chanyeol panicked he always ended up just pinning on a dopey smile that made Baekhyun raise a brow.
"O...kay?" Baekhyun ducked into the car and situated himself into one of the empty seats in the back. Chanyeol plunked himself beside him. He wasn't done trying yet.
Their legs bumped together as the car drove out of the lot, fangirls clamored around the windows with faces lit up animatedly.
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun pulled out his "idol smile" and waved at them with exaggerated cuteness. As their fans faced mixed in with the blurred backdrop, Baekhyun let out a sigh and leaned his weight onto Chanyeol. A cold hand slid under Chanyeol's shirt, rubbing circles into the space just above his bellybottom.
"Warm" Baekhyun said when they met eyes, before dropped his head down to rest on Chanyeol's shoulder. His right hand joined his left and Chanyeol shuddered slightly at the feeling of icy fingers tickling his hipbones.
It made Chanyeol nervous.
Sure, he and Baekhyun touched it each all the time, but there was something about the way his fingers pressed and slid so gently against the skin of Chanyeol's abdomen made Chanyeol question whether this was something intimate, or just casual touching between two bandmates that happen to share the same dorm room and help each other get off on a regular basis.
Chanyeol's cheeks were surely quite rosy by the time Baekhyun's eyes had fluttered shut.
Chanyeol forgot everything that he was going to say.
-
Things were almost normal for awhile.
The Avengers was about to play on the T.V. screen. Chanyeol had a bowl of popcorn in his lap and a coca cola in hand, ready to get his netflix on. Baekhyun draped himself over the back of the couch, and began repeatedly poking the side of Chanyeol's neck.
"Pay attention to me, I'm bored."
"But I'm watching a movie."
"I'm more interesting than a movie." Baekhyun said with a flutter of his eyelashes.
Chanyeol had to give him that
"I didn't make all this popcorn for nothing. I'm going to watch this movie." Chanyeol insisted.
But Baekhyun was pretty relentless when it came to pestering Chanyeol. He toppled over the back of the couch, managing to cause Chanyeol to spill both his popcorn and beverage in the process.
"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol exclaimed, not appreciating the feeling of soda-drenched pajamas.
"Woops." Baekhyun said a little sheepishly, already dropped to his knees to pick up popcorn off the carpet.
"And people think I'm the over-excited one."
"Oh shut up." Baekhyun tossed a piece of popcorn at Chanyeol's head.
He attempted to catch the piece in his mouth but it hit his chin and fell to the floor instead. Baekhyun snickered and threw another.
Before long, Chanyeol had managed to catch 12 pieces of popcorn in his mouth while the rest lay scattered all over the room. Kyungsoo had come out of his room, looked at the popcorn-covered war-zone, and walked straight back into his room with a muttered, "not my mess, not my problem"
Baekhyun laughed and Chanyeol finally thought everything might be okay, they might just be able to get back to normal again. Whatever their normal was.
"Now, let me help you get out of those coca cola-soaked pajama bottoms."
Chanyeol swallowed down the lump in his throat at the implications hidden within Baekhyun's smirk.
-
They were backstage in the dressing-room. The other members were already onstage working with the lighting crew and the managers before their show later that evening.
Baekhyun rung his fists into Chanyeol's collar and roughly pushed their lips together.
His teeth dug sharp into Chanyeol's bottom lip, eliciting a surprised yelp from the taller.
"Careful!" Chanyeol pulled away, regretting it as soon as he saw the hurt look on Baekhyun's face.
"You've been acting weird lately." Baekhyun said after a long pause. Chanyeol wouldn't meet his gaze.
"You don't actually like this, do you?" He continued.
Because you don't actually like me, Chanyeol thought, but the words dried up in his throat. Chanyeol didn't move.
So Baekhyun moved instead, shutting the door on his way out.
Chanyeol didn't chase after him.
-
Baekhyun had been giving Chanyeol the cold shoulder for about a week at this point. The only times they'd converse were when it was imperative onstage or during an interview.
Chanyeol was spending less and less time in the dorm, opting for hanging out with Jongin and Sehun when they had spare time. He didn't tell them what was going on, and they didn't ask, they seemed more than happy to let their hyung tag along.
After spending a night out biking with the maknaes, Chanyeol headed for his dorm room. It was almost midnight and Baekhyun typically went to bed around 11:00. Therefore, Chanyeol figured he wouldn't have to worry about any angry glares sent his way while he changed out of his clothes.
But when Chanyeol reached the shut door of his shared dorm room, he heard giggling coming from the other side. One voice was obviously Baekhyun's. Chanyeol could recognize that laugh anywhere. The other was...Jongdae?
The door clicked when Chanyeol opened it. Chen was lying on his back on the carpet, and Baekhyun was tangled overtop of him, his hands perched on the others chest.
The laughing died down as the two on the floor noticed the intruder.
"Hey, Chanyeol!" Jongdae laughed as if there was nothing compromising about their position, pushing Baekhyun's off gently by the shoulders. Baekhyun grimaced, refusing to meet Chanyeol's eye, and quickly maneuvered off of the boy that was stuck beneath him. Chanyeol greeted Jongdae with a nod and a small smile.
Jongdae side stepped around Chanyeol who was a statue in the doorway, watching Baekhyun pull his legs towards him to sit cross-legged and blow his hair from his eyes.
"I'm going to make some tea if either of you want some?" Obviously reading the growing tension in the room, Jongdae felt it was in his best interest to get out of there before he got caught in the middle of something, "No? Okay. I'm going to go make that then. Let me know if you want any later on." The door closed behind him leaving Baekhyun and Chanyeol alone together.
Neither of them moved. Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun, and Baekhyun stared at the floor.
Jealousy and frustration were wracking at the back of Chanyeol's head, but he didn't know what to say that wouldn't lead to Baekhyun fleeing from him once again. He had to do something. If he brought up his frustration towards Jongdae, Baekhyun would just get angry and leave. He swallowed down his jealous. He had to make things clear to Baekhyun instead.
It was always a game. Always a chase. Chanyeol had to play his cards right.
"Byun Baekhyun."
Baekhyun said nothing. His finger drew circles in the carpet.
"You were right. I didn't like what we were doing."
Baekhyun's shoulders drooped Chanyeol continued,
"That's because I realized I like someone. A lot."
"Who?"
He took a few steps forward until he was standing in front of Baekhyun who finally looked up at him. In his eyes, there was no anger. There was worry, there was doubt, but no anger. Chanyeol crouched down and leaned forwards and blanketed Baekhyun in his arms.
"I caught you."
"What?" Baekhyun's voice cracked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Don't run from me anymore."
Chanyeol smiled, bringing a hand around Baekhyun's jaw, guiding him closer.
And when their lips were only a breath away, he kissed him. It was soft, and hesitant, and different than the rushed kisses they shared backstage or in the corner of a bathroom stall.
But he suddenly felt very nervous as he pulled back, judging Baekhyun's expression for some kind of response. There was a moment when a flash of realization dawned over Baekhyun's features.
He let out a sigh of relief when Baekhyun's lips pulled back into a smile. He pushed lightly at Chanyeol's shoulder.
"It's about time, stupid"
-
Practice had finished for the day and the members were already filing out of the practice room and up the stairs. Chanyeol absentmindedly took up the end of the line, right behind Baekhyun who looked over his shoulder to smile back at him.
Chanyeol still wasn't exactly sure what he was to Baekhyun. But when Baekhyun turned around, stepped down the stairs so he was just a bit taller than Chanyeol, and pressed his lips softly to his forehead, Chanyeol decided that whatever this was, it was perfect.
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end.
oh god what even was that??? basically just a mess. i hope it was still enjoyable tho.
thanks for reading c:
author: hunhamburger
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: NC-17
length: ~5700
summary: It started off as a game of cat and mouse, when did things start becoming so real?
A/N: made for the admin of thingsbaekyeolwould.tumblr.com >< sorry this went on so many different tangents ;;
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Chanyeol made a point of sulkily walking up the stairs, a pout on his face and fingers running through his hair. They had all just finished practice, and while Chanyeol was still packing up his belongings everyone had already begun filing from the room. Usually Baekhyun would wait for him, but today Baekhyun ran over to Kyungsoo and linked their arms together as they walked up the stairs.
Chanyeol was finally at the door to their dorm when he heard Baekhyun and Kyungsoo's chattering voices. He opened the door and slipped in quietly, waiting around the corner so he could peak around and spy on the two of them.
"What's with Chanyeol always chasing you all over the place?" Kyungsoo questioned as he and Baekhyun began to eat lunch on the couch while watching reruns of what Chanyeol recognized as the drama You are Beautiful.
Baekhyun shrugs, "He's just playful I guess."
"Why do you put up with it?"
Chanyeol frowned, put up with it? He shook his head quickly and pretended he hadn't heard a thing. Time to get revenge for being left behind.
Baekhyun had opened his mouth to answer, but Kyungsoo cut him off, "Incoming," he warned and Baekhyun turned to see Chanyeol bounding towards him, flailing limbs and all. Baekhyun moved out of the way at the last second and Chanyeol went flying past - tripping over the coffee table with a loud bang.
"He keeps me on my toes" Baekhyun answered Kyungsoo's question with a smile and a shrug. Chanyeol pulled himself off the ground and impulsively piled himself on top of Baekhyun, crushing him into the couch.
"Or off of them" Baekhyun grumbled while Kyungsoo laughed and scooted over on the couch.
Chanyeol had always been like this. Since the two of them first met they'd always have back-and-forth childish arguments that always ended with Chanyeol either wrestling him to the ground or Baekhyun fleeing before he had the chance to pin him down.
It was an ongoing game they established. Baekhyun would run, Chanyeol would chase, and though Chanyeol almost always caught up to Baekhyun, Baekhyun's word was always final. He'd give Chanyeol an I'm-pouting-because-I'm-mad-at-you face and Chanyeol would feel himself caving in almost immediately.
"You left practice without me!" Chanyeol accused.
Baekhyun snorted, "because you're too damn slow."
Chanyeol frowned before diving in to tickle Baekhyun's sides. Baekhyun attempted to keep his lips pressed in a line, but Chanyeol knew his biggest weakness and as soon as his fingers crept up the back of Baekhyun's neck, the older was squealing and throwing fists at Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol grinned in satisfaction as he finally released Baekhyun who was now breathing heavily and attempting to school his grinning face to glare at Chanyeol.
"I hate you" Baekhyun said while sticking out his bottom lip in a pout. Chanyeol mocked him by mimicking the expression and fluttering his eyelashes a few times. Baekhyun threw the center couch cushion at him, hitting him square in the jaw.
"That's it. You're on." Chanyeol grabbed the cushion from the ground and chased after Baekhyun who had already sprung up and headed for their shared dorm room.
Kyungsoo sighed loudly from the main room and turned up the volume on the T.V.
Chanyeol was in hot pursuit, letting out a dramatic lion's roar as he rushed into the room causing Baekhyun to jump in shock and hide behind the curtains.
"Oh gee, I wonder where Baekhyun went." Chanyeol played along, Baekhyun let out a chuckle from his hiding spot.
"Found you!" Chanyeol exclaimed as he ripped the curtain back to reveal a laughing Baekhyun who was shaking his head and attempting to tug the curtain out from Chanyeol's grasp. But then Chanyeol raised it above his head and Baekhyun narrowed his eyes at the taller man who was clearly taking advantage of their height difference.
Baekhyun launched himself towards Chanyeol in an effort to knock him back so he'd lose his grip on the curtain. Instead Chanyeol braced himself and cornered Baekhyun into the wall.
"Get away from me you oof!" Baekhyun pushed against Chanyeol's chest. Chanyeol laughed with a large stupid grin and grabbed both of Baekhyun's wrists.
"Nope! Not happening!" Chanyeol swung Baekhyun's hands back and forth, when Baekhyun struggled to get away, he pressed his wrists into the wall on either side of his head.
When his laughter died down he noticed the way Baekhyun was looking up at him. It was a soft contrast to Baekhyun's usual bright eye smiles and boisterous laugh. It was hesitant and uncertain, and made Chanyeol suddenly very aware of how close the two of them were. His lips were mere inches from Baekhyun's forehead.
They stared at each other for a moment. Chanyeol's mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched for something to say. Just as he finally decided to loosen the atmosphere with a dumb joke Baekhyun had swooped beneath his arms and fled out of the room baiting Chanyeol with a "I escaped! I win!" thrown over his shoulder.
But Chanyeol didn't want the game to end - not yet anyway - and sprinted after him.
-
Chanyeol wasn't exactly sure of what he should think when he watches Baekhyun hanging off of Jongdae in between their photo shoot. He smoothed down the jacket he was wearing and shot a sultry look at the camera as it flashed. His eyes darting back over to Baekhyun as soon as the photo's been taken.
"What's wrong?" Junmyeon asks from his position beside him, noticing the strain in his smile when Chanyeol looks back to the camera.
Chanyeol just shrugs, "I dunno. Just not feeling so well I guess. Might be the weather."
Junmyeon took a glance towards the window, which exhibited a perfectly sunny day, and gave Chanyeol a look. "I seriously doubt that."
Their manager snapped his fingers impatiently, "come on you two, we're on a tight schedule.," he turned to the photographer, "How about a shot with the flower props, that would go nicely!"
Junmyeon nodded his head and got back into position, locking eyes with Chanyeol that said "I'll question you about this later."
Chanyeol gave him a sheepish smile before glancing one more time towards Jongdae lifting Baekhyun up in a piggy back.
It seemed weird to Chanyeol to see such a happy smile on Baekhyun's face when he was with someone other than himself. He would just have to go and make Baekhyun even happier. Baekhyun was Chanyeol's best friend after all. He decided he would challenge him to a mario cart race, that's what he would do! He whispered a small "fighting" as he moved into his next pose.
When Chanyeol's turn for photo's were over and Jongdae was called to go next, Chanyeol hopped over to Baekhyun who had taken a seat on the bench to answer messages on his phone. Chanyeol rolled from heal to toe on his feet, linking his fingers together behind his back.
Baekhyun looked up from his phone, "Oh, hey," He said with a yawn, fixing the bunching up sleeves of his cardigan. He patted the space next to him on the bench and Chanyeol sat down awkwardly beside him, their legs millimeters away from brushing.
"You and Jongdae seem really close." Chanyeol blurted out before he could stop himself. Something about being with Baekhyun always made him too quick to speak his mind.
Baekhyun laughed and nodded, "Yeah, he's really easy to talk to."
"Yeah," Chanyeol felt his mouth going dry. Baekhyun used to always say that Chanyeol was easy to talk to. He was going to state this fact, but an uneasy feeling in his gut stopped him.
"he asked if I wanted to play mario cart with him when we get back to the dorms."
"Oh, that's...that's nice." Chanyeol felt himself physically deflating. His plan was not working at all. Abort mission, abort mission.
Giving him a strange look, Baekhyun continued, "yeah," he paused laying a hand on Chanyeol's shoulder. Chanyeol met his eyes and gave him a forced smile, but Baekhyun wouldn't be so easily fooled. "Something's wrong," he determined, "what is it?"
He didn't know what to say. There wasn't any good reason for Chanyeol to be upset, he barely understood where the knot in his stomach was coming, how could he explain that to Baekhyun? Chanyeol looked away, his voice catching in the back of his throat as he opened and closed his mouth.
"Well, J-"
There was suddenly an arm swung around his shoulder and Jongdae was there, pressing his knuckles of his other hand into Chanyeol's skull, messing up his hair. Chanyeol grumbled and shock Jongdae's arm off of him. Jongdae gave him a surprised look before sticking out his bottom lip.
"Don't worry about him. He's in a bad mood." Baekhyun explained, patting Chanyeol on the head, and Chanyeol crossed his arms. He felt like a child.
"Let's go, everyone." Their manager called. Baekhyun promptly got to his feet.
Chanyeol shadowed behind while everyone else raced for the van. The last spot was the one in the back right corner beside Junmyeon who looked like he had a word or two to say to Chanyeol. Bracing himself for Junmyeon's barrage of questions, Chanyeol leaned back into the seat and pulled the beak of the snapback down so it covered his eyes.
"You're not yourself today." their leader said sympathetically, and when Chanyeol didn't answer he silently rummaged through his bag and passed Chanyeol a candy without a word.
Chanyeol gave a small thank-you and popped the candy into his mouth. In front of him, Baekhyun was playing with Jongdae's sleeves. The candy began to taste slightly sour.
-
Hyperactive Chanyeol was back the next day; it was a fluke, he reasoned. Just something in the air that made him feel down. Now animated Chanyeol was back already jumping onto Baekhyun's bed to wake him up at 6:30 AM on their day off.
Needless to say, Baekhyun wasn't very impressed.
"Oh my god, Chanyeol. It's way too early, go back to bed."
"Never!" Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun's pillow out from under his head.
"Give it back." He groaned, grasping at air in a weak attempt to take his pillow back. Chanyeol waved it above his head.
"Come on, Chanyeol, I'm tired" He whined and Chanyeol rolled his eyes and lightly tossed the pillow at Baekhyun's face.
"Thank you" Baekhyun grinned sleepily and bundled himself back up with his blankets.
"Baek, I'm bored." Chanyeol flopped on top of the singer, burying his nose into his neck.
Baekhyun scrunched his neck up and shifted under Chanyeol's weight, "don't do that. It tickles,"
Chanyeol felt his lips pull apart in glee, "I know," he teased.
"You're a jerk." Baekhyun snaped, but the heat of his words dissipated when Chanyeol tickled his sides and Baekhyun laughed in spite of himself.
The room grew quiet and his laughter died down and Chanyeol felt at a loss for words. Which wasn't normal because Chanyeol always had something to say. He admired the reddening skin on the back of Baekhyun's neck and ears - it was a tell-tale sign that Baekhyun was feeling flustered that Chanyeol had picked up on every time Baekhyun was feeling nervous before a show or unsure of how to react in an interview. He felt a sudden quickening in his heart, a sudden rush of affection, and all he wanted in that moment was to move closer and press his lips to the flushing skin.
So he did.
Baekhyun stilled. Chanyeol began to take in the full realization of what he had just done. He couldn't decide if it was more weird that he had kissed the back of his best friend and band member's neck or that he had wanted to in the first place.
After taking in a long breath Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak, but Chanyeol had no intention to hear what he was going to say.
"I'm getting breakfast!" he exclaimed quickly, already jumping off of Baekhyun who groaned when Chanyeol's knee collided with his back.
Baekhyun was already tucking himself back in as Chanyeol fled through the doorway, "whatever I'm going back to bed."
-
If Baekhyun's biggest weakness was his neck, then Chanyeol's biggest weakness would have to be his snapbacks. He had the entire top shelf in his closet dedicated to his collection. The ones that didn't fit there were lined neatly across the top of his bookshelf. He made a point of always putting them back in their correct places and making sure not to leave them on the ground. Everyday after waking up and before going to bed he would count all 32 of them to make sure he hadn't lost one.
But this evening there was only 31. Something was amiss.
"Has anyone seen my snapback?" Chanyeol called as he entered main area where everyone was still awake watching the subbed version of The Avengers.
"You're going to have to be more specific," Jongin replied, not turning his head away from the television.
"Yeah you have like 500 of them, how are we supposed to know which one you're talking about," Sehun added.
Chanyeol sighed and rolled his eyes, "Exactly, I'm not even sure which one was stolen. It's a little hard to keep track you know."
"It was the one you wore in the history music video." Baekhyun informed him from where he was sitting on the ground in front of the couch - just outside of Chanyeol's view.
"Yeah! I think it was! ...wait how did you know that"
The maknaes chuckled in the background and Baekhyun slid lower down in front of the couch until he was lying on the floor.
"Baekhyun, did you steal my snapback?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Baekhyun..." Chanyeol moved forward to peer over the couch to find Baekhyun grinning up at him like an idiot wearing Chanyeol's hat with the bill turned sideways.
He took the snapback off momentarily, feigning surprise as he inspected it, "oh, I guess I did steal it."
And suddenly Chanyeol was less-than-gracefully leaping over the couch, hitting Kyungsoo and Junmyeon - who had been on the verge of sleep - across the face.
With a yelp, Baekhyun scrambled away as Chanyeol came tumbling over the couch. But Chanyeol was faster and latched onto his leg and pulled him back. The fabric of Baekhyun's shirt rode up as Chanyeol dragged him across the floor, and Baekhyun hastily tried to pull it back down. Despite his unyielding confidence on stage and during interviews, Baekhyun was self conscious about the squishiness of his own stomach in comparison to the rest of the members.
Chanyeol couldn't fathom why, he personally found Baekhyun's stomach adorable. He'd never tell Baekhyun that though, or he'd never hear the end of it.
"Go away!" Baekhyun squealed, swatting at Chanyeol who had crawled on top of him.
"Not until you give me my hat back"
Baekhyun used his hands to hold the snapback tighter on his head, "Never. It's mine now."
Jongin gagged and rolled his eyes, "wow stop flirting"
"Yeah just get married already," piped Sehun
Chanyeol chuckled and lifted himself off of Baekhyun, accidentally squeezing Baekhyun's thigh as he did so. His eyes went wide as Baekhyun let out a small groan. They stared at each other in silence until Baekhyun tossed Chanyeol's hat onto the ground and fled to the bathroom.
Chanyeol just sat there for a few moments, unsure what exactly had just happened.
"Baekhyun must have sensitive thighs" Kyungsoo broke the silence that had fallen over the room.
"...Yeah." Chanyeol agreed, the lump in his throat making it hard for him to say anything else. The weird feelings in the pit of his stomach and the heat rising to his face was too confusing for Chanyeol to deal with. Instead he stuck his snapback onto his head and head to bed for the night.
Awhile after Chanyeol had gotten into bed, he heard the door opening and soft footsteps pattering across the room. Baekhyun must have been trying to sneak to bed without waking Chanyeol up.
"Hey, Baekhyun," Chaneyol whispered, chuckling when he heard Baekhyun stumble over his dresser.
"Yeah?"
"Have your thighs always been that sensitive?"
Chanyeol woke up the next morning to all of his snapbacks knocked to the floor and a satisfied Baekhyun who sat smirking in their desk chair.
-
Baekhyun had been trying his hand at cooking, he was attempting to fry the bulgogi himself, but Chanyeol insisted to help claiming that he "didn't want the waste any food if Baekhyun messed up" to which Baekhyun replied by pouting and stepping on Chanyeol's toes.
"You're really short" Chanyeol deadpanned as he wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's torso and rested his chin on the top of his head.
"Yeah, well, you're really dumb." Baekhyun scowled and wriggled in Chanyeol's arms. Chanyeol sighed contently and squeezed tighter.
Baekhyun nudged Chanyeol's arms looser so he had enough armspace to flip over the meat in the pan. Chanyeol eyed Baekhyun's legs and suddenly wondered if he could hear that noise again.
He crept his hand down slowly so Baekhyun wouldn't notice, and then when his hand was hovering directly over Baekhyun's left thigh he brought it down unto Baekhyun's thigh and squeezed.
Baekhyun gasped and jumped, hitting Chanyeol in the gut with his elbow in the process.
"S-stop that!" Baekhyun demanded shakily.
Chanyeol keeled over, clutching his stomach, "why, you're reactions are interesting."
Baekhyun said nothing. Chanyeol frowned. The silent treatment it was then, well, not if Chanyeol had anything to say about it. He leaned forward, still keeled over, and pressed his head to the small of Baekhyun's back and wound his arms around his waist.
"Baek..." he whined, "I'm sorry"
Baekhyun took Chanyeols hands in his own and lifted them from his body before turning around and urging Chanyeol to stand up. Confused, Chanyeol did as Baekhyun silently instructed. As soon as he was standing at full height again, Baekhyun fisted his hands into his shirt and pulled him forward to their bodies were pressed together. Chanyeol stumbled awkwardly, his eyes doubling in size.
Baekhyun looked up at him with an mix of guilt and frustration in his eyes, and Chanyeol was pondering what Baekhyun could possibly feel guilty about when the shorter rolled his hips up to meet Chanyeol's.
"O-Oh, um..." Chanyeol finally realized the extent of the situation when he felt Baekhyun's half hard erection press against him. Heat rushed through him, turning his face a bright shade of pink and making the tips of his ears feel as though they'd burn off.
Baekhyun then pushed Chanyeol away and turned back to the food that was almost to the point of burning and turned off the stove.
"That's why you should stop," he said while dishing the bulgogi onto plates. Chanyeol noted the redness of the back of his neck as he did so.
Chanyeol tentatively reached to take Baekhyun's shoulder, but recoiled when he realized he was at a loss of what to say. He felt guilty for being the cause of Baekhyun's problem but was unsure of how to solve it.
He couldn't just ask to jerk off his best friend.
With shaking hands, Baekhyun set the plates onto the counter and sighed, "Can you please bring these to the members in the kitchen. I need to, uh, I need to go to the washroom." he pushed past Chanyeol and hurried towards the bathroom across the hall.
Chanyeol had half a mind to chase after him, but he assumed the members would probably come marching into the kitchen soon demanding for their food.
So Chanyeol timidly stood outside the bathroom door, right hand poised to knock, only after he had made sure to pass out food to all of his starving band members.
His knuckle had just about pressed down to knock when he heard a small whimper on the other side.
It was soft and almost shy - a distinct contrast to flamboyant and loud Baekhyun that ran around the dorm with his sweater strings tied tightly together so he could barely see.
It was also yearning and aching, and Chanyeol felt his lip tremble with want. The sudden urge to simply barge in, replace Baekhyun's fist with his own, and watch has Baekhyun's mouth fell open with moans that gradually become louder and louder-
Except Chanyeol was afraid. He had to plan is moves carefully. One wrong step and his friendship with Baekhyun could be irreparable.
There was a gasp on the other side followed by vigorous panting, and Chanyeol couldn't stand it anymore.
Forgoing knocking, he twisted the handle and swung the door open. Baekhyun had his back pressed to the counter, his jeans and underwear pushed past his thighs, and a hand firmly wrapped around his cock.
His eyes snapped open when he heard the door, and he scrambled to cover himself.
"Chanyeol?! What the actual fuck are you doing?!"
Chanyeol swallowed the bile lining his throat, it was too late to back out now.
"...Let me help."
Baekhyun looked at him incredulously, "You're kidding right,"
The door closed behind Chanyeol with a click and walked closer to Baekhyun, judging his reaction with each step. Baekhyun didn't move. He just stared with wide eyes and Chanyeol got further and further into his personal space.
"Please," Chanyeol's voice came out lower than usual, and a whine caught in Baekhyun's throat at the sound, "can I touch you?"
Baekhyun's nod came faster than Chanyeol expected. He was standing directly in front of Baekhyun now; he lifted his hands to prompt Baekhyun to drop his own.
He was hesitant, but after a few moments, Baekhyun gave in and lowered his hands. A red coloring lit up his face as Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun's erection that curved slightly upwards towards his bellybutton.
"Stop staring" he moved to cover himself back up, but Chanyeol caught his wrist.
Chanyeol looked up to meet Baekhyun's eyes. There was hesitation, which Chanyeol expected, but there was also a certain unyielding determination that held his gaze. Chanyeol knew Baekhyun hated not being in control, and was wondering how close he was to towing the line too far. Chanyeol was the first to look away with a murmured apology.
But Baekhyun egged him on, "Go on then."
Chanyeol reached out and wrapped a rough hand around Baekhyun's arousal. Baekhyun sighed in relief and pushed his hips forward. Chanyeol's hold tightened slightly and he began to pump up and down Baekhyun's cock.
Baekhyun didn't make much noise aside from small gasps that he was unable to hold back. His teeth drug deep into his bottom lip to hold himself back.
Chanyeol wanted to hear him, he wanted to hear the sounds Baekhyun would make when he was just teetering over the edge.
Falling onto his knees, Chanyeol pushed Baekhyun's thighs apart and dipped his head between, his breath hitting the very tip of Baekhyun's dick. The shorter male's legs quivered.
He stuck his tongue out and licked the base experimentally. Baekhyun's eyes squeezed shut.
After a few more licks, he took the entire thing into his mouth and watched as Baekhyun quivered.
In all honestly, Chanyeol wasn't entirely sure if he was doing this right, but from tightening grip on his shoulder, Chanyeol assumed he wasn't doing terribly.
He started sucking harder, and faster, and Baekhyun's hips started to stutter forward.
"Chanyeol," he breathed, "I think, that I'm going to..."
Chanyeol suddenly felt a little shocked and pulled away just as Baekhyun tipped over the edge, his release spilling over Chanyeol's chin.
"Sorry." Baekhyun said after his breathing had calmed down, and helped Chanyeol wash off his face after tucking himself back in. He nodded towards the obvious tent in Chanyeol's jeans, " Do you, uh, need, help? with that?"
Before Chanyeol could even utter a response, Baekhyun was already undoing his belt.
-
Once it had started, Chanyeol didn't know how to stop.
Teasing fingers traced lines of exposed skin when the other members backs were turned. Soft lips sucked reddening skin of shoulder blades that would be caked over with makeup the next morning to leave no suspicions. But Chanyeol figured their bandmates knew something was afoot when Baekhyun would often urgently pull Chanyeol to their room with fingernails digging into his wrist and eyes dark and yearning. Kyungsoo side-eyed them whenever they'd emerge from their room an hour later. Baekhyun always stalked out first looking for maknaes to bother.
Chanyeol would linger by the table frowning at the cup of coffee heating the palms of his hands, giving Kyungsoo a small reassuring smile, and only when Kyungsoo's attention turned back to the television and his head fell onto Junmyeon's shoulder would the corners of Chanyeol's mouth drop.
Baekhyun's mouth was always perfect: they were soft, warm, and comforting at times, and harsh, biting, and tormenting at others.
The raw, hollow feeling he was left with as Baekhyun would flee the room once he was satisfied left was enough to leave cracks in Chanyeol's smiley persona.
But the fluttering feeling that grew in his stomach whenever their skin pressed together was enough to keep Chanyeol addicted.
-
They didn't talk much anymore. They didn't know what to say. Chanyeol missed feeling open with Baekhyun. He missed being able to talk to him about anything. He missed their stupid arguments. He missed the way Baekhyun snickered when he replaced the sugar with salt and watched Chanyeol spit out his salty tea. He missed Baekhyun.
He approached him on their way out to the van, tugging gently on the sleeve of his shirt. Baekhyun's newly died blonde hair swished around as he turned.
"Yeah?"
Instead of making a joke - about Suho's failed attempt to look "hip" by wearing his snapback backwards - the intensity in Baekhyun's eyes made Chanyeol panic. And when Chanyeol panicked he always ended up just pinning on a dopey smile that made Baekhyun raise a brow.
"O...kay?" Baekhyun ducked into the car and situated himself into one of the empty seats in the back. Chanyeol plunked himself beside him. He wasn't done trying yet.
Their legs bumped together as the car drove out of the lot, fangirls clamored around the windows with faces lit up animatedly.
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun pulled out his "idol smile" and waved at them with exaggerated cuteness. As their fans faced mixed in with the blurred backdrop, Baekhyun let out a sigh and leaned his weight onto Chanyeol. A cold hand slid under Chanyeol's shirt, rubbing circles into the space just above his bellybottom.
"Warm" Baekhyun said when they met eyes, before dropped his head down to rest on Chanyeol's shoulder. His right hand joined his left and Chanyeol shuddered slightly at the feeling of icy fingers tickling his hipbones.
It made Chanyeol nervous.
Sure, he and Baekhyun touched it each all the time, but there was something about the way his fingers pressed and slid so gently against the skin of Chanyeol's abdomen made Chanyeol question whether this was something intimate, or just casual touching between two bandmates that happen to share the same dorm room and help each other get off on a regular basis.
Chanyeol's cheeks were surely quite rosy by the time Baekhyun's eyes had fluttered shut.
Chanyeol forgot everything that he was going to say.
-
Things were almost normal for awhile.
The Avengers was about to play on the T.V. screen. Chanyeol had a bowl of popcorn in his lap and a coca cola in hand, ready to get his netflix on. Baekhyun draped himself over the back of the couch, and began repeatedly poking the side of Chanyeol's neck.
"Pay attention to me, I'm bored."
"But I'm watching a movie."
"I'm more interesting than a movie." Baekhyun said with a flutter of his eyelashes.
Chanyeol had to give him that
"I didn't make all this popcorn for nothing. I'm going to watch this movie." Chanyeol insisted.
But Baekhyun was pretty relentless when it came to pestering Chanyeol. He toppled over the back of the couch, managing to cause Chanyeol to spill both his popcorn and beverage in the process.
"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol exclaimed, not appreciating the feeling of soda-drenched pajamas.
"Woops." Baekhyun said a little sheepishly, already dropped to his knees to pick up popcorn off the carpet.
"And people think I'm the over-excited one."
"Oh shut up." Baekhyun tossed a piece of popcorn at Chanyeol's head.
He attempted to catch the piece in his mouth but it hit his chin and fell to the floor instead. Baekhyun snickered and threw another.
Before long, Chanyeol had managed to catch 12 pieces of popcorn in his mouth while the rest lay scattered all over the room. Kyungsoo had come out of his room, looked at the popcorn-covered war-zone, and walked straight back into his room with a muttered, "not my mess, not my problem"
Baekhyun laughed and Chanyeol finally thought everything might be okay, they might just be able to get back to normal again. Whatever their normal was.
"Now, let me help you get out of those coca cola-soaked pajama bottoms."
Chanyeol swallowed down the lump in his throat at the implications hidden within Baekhyun's smirk.
-
They were backstage in the dressing-room. The other members were already onstage working with the lighting crew and the managers before their show later that evening.
Baekhyun rung his fists into Chanyeol's collar and roughly pushed their lips together.
His teeth dug sharp into Chanyeol's bottom lip, eliciting a surprised yelp from the taller.
"Careful!" Chanyeol pulled away, regretting it as soon as he saw the hurt look on Baekhyun's face.
"You've been acting weird lately." Baekhyun said after a long pause. Chanyeol wouldn't meet his gaze.
"You don't actually like this, do you?" He continued.
Because you don't actually like me, Chanyeol thought, but the words dried up in his throat. Chanyeol didn't move.
So Baekhyun moved instead, shutting the door on his way out.
Chanyeol didn't chase after him.
-
Baekhyun had been giving Chanyeol the cold shoulder for about a week at this point. The only times they'd converse were when it was imperative onstage or during an interview.
Chanyeol was spending less and less time in the dorm, opting for hanging out with Jongin and Sehun when they had spare time. He didn't tell them what was going on, and they didn't ask, they seemed more than happy to let their hyung tag along.
After spending a night out biking with the maknaes, Chanyeol headed for his dorm room. It was almost midnight and Baekhyun typically went to bed around 11:00. Therefore, Chanyeol figured he wouldn't have to worry about any angry glares sent his way while he changed out of his clothes.
But when Chanyeol reached the shut door of his shared dorm room, he heard giggling coming from the other side. One voice was obviously Baekhyun's. Chanyeol could recognize that laugh anywhere. The other was...Jongdae?
The door clicked when Chanyeol opened it. Chen was lying on his back on the carpet, and Baekhyun was tangled overtop of him, his hands perched on the others chest.
The laughing died down as the two on the floor noticed the intruder.
"Hey, Chanyeol!" Jongdae laughed as if there was nothing compromising about their position, pushing Baekhyun's off gently by the shoulders. Baekhyun grimaced, refusing to meet Chanyeol's eye, and quickly maneuvered off of the boy that was stuck beneath him. Chanyeol greeted Jongdae with a nod and a small smile.
Jongdae side stepped around Chanyeol who was a statue in the doorway, watching Baekhyun pull his legs towards him to sit cross-legged and blow his hair from his eyes.
"I'm going to make some tea if either of you want some?" Obviously reading the growing tension in the room, Jongdae felt it was in his best interest to get out of there before he got caught in the middle of something, "No? Okay. I'm going to go make that then. Let me know if you want any later on." The door closed behind him leaving Baekhyun and Chanyeol alone together.
Neither of them moved. Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun, and Baekhyun stared at the floor.
Jealousy and frustration were wracking at the back of Chanyeol's head, but he didn't know what to say that wouldn't lead to Baekhyun fleeing from him once again. He had to do something. If he brought up his frustration towards Jongdae, Baekhyun would just get angry and leave. He swallowed down his jealous. He had to make things clear to Baekhyun instead.
It was always a game. Always a chase. Chanyeol had to play his cards right.
"Byun Baekhyun."
Baekhyun said nothing. His finger drew circles in the carpet.
"You were right. I didn't like what we were doing."
Baekhyun's shoulders drooped Chanyeol continued,
"That's because I realized I like someone. A lot."
"Who?"
He took a few steps forward until he was standing in front of Baekhyun who finally looked up at him. In his eyes, there was no anger. There was worry, there was doubt, but no anger. Chanyeol crouched down and leaned forwards and blanketed Baekhyun in his arms.
"I caught you."
"What?" Baekhyun's voice cracked like he was on the verge of tears.
"Don't run from me anymore."
Chanyeol smiled, bringing a hand around Baekhyun's jaw, guiding him closer.
And when their lips were only a breath away, he kissed him. It was soft, and hesitant, and different than the rushed kisses they shared backstage or in the corner of a bathroom stall.
But he suddenly felt very nervous as he pulled back, judging Baekhyun's expression for some kind of response. There was a moment when a flash of realization dawned over Baekhyun's features.
He let out a sigh of relief when Baekhyun's lips pulled back into a smile. He pushed lightly at Chanyeol's shoulder.
"It's about time, stupid"
-
Practice had finished for the day and the members were already filing out of the practice room and up the stairs. Chanyeol absentmindedly took up the end of the line, right behind Baekhyun who looked over his shoulder to smile back at him.
Chanyeol still wasn't exactly sure what he was to Baekhyun. But when Baekhyun turned around, stepped down the stairs so he was just a bit taller than Chanyeol, and pressed his lips softly to his forehead, Chanyeol decided that whatever this was, it was perfect.
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end.
oh god what even was that??? basically just a mess. i hope it was still enjoyable tho.
thanks for reading c: