Cursed Freedom

The New Day

(Story under construction  🏗)

Chanyeol woke up the next day knowing that Baekhyun had slipped into his bed late the previous night and had fallen asleep there.

However, when he opened his eyes... he became absolutely frantic. Baekhyun was no longer snuggled on the far side of his bed. In fact, they were both in the middle of the massive four-poster, Baekhyun's palm, which was laid flat on the taller's pec, causing a burning sensation on Chanyeol's skin. Baekhyun's cheek, with that lovely pink tint from sleep, rested near the crook of his neck, and his still, even breaths were tickling his ear, which caused a shudder to run throughout his body.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...' Chanyeol thought to himself. He took deep breaths, but he was already semi-hard, and the feeling of Baekhyun's breath on his sensitive, bare skin was making him harder by the second.

'How the hell am I gonna get out of this one?!' He couldn't think straight. His thoughts were scrambled, distracted by the feeling of being touched so intimately by the smaller male. His mind couldn't gather up a way out of this one.

He set his thoughts to staring at the pattern on the fabric of the canopy of the bed until he could think straight.

He gently and slowly lifted his wristwatch high enough to read that it was nearly 8 a.m. Close enough to the time his body's internal clock always woke him up for his morning workout, shower, and breakfast.

Chanyeol began to slowly slide his body to the far side of the bed, pulling one of his many pillows up, he quickly dropped to the floor as quietly as possible, while he gently maneuvered the pillow under Baekhyun's hand and against his face where Chanyeol's body had just been.

Thank god, this had the desired effect and caused Baekhyun to stir while Chanyeol had time enough to move around to the other side of the bed where he softly shook Baekhyun's shoulder, awakening him, but leaving him none the wiser.

"Baekhyun? Baekhyun? Can you hear me?"

He sat up, raising a hand to his forehead and opening his eyes, squinting at the light starting to filter into the room through the slit in the curtains.

"Yeah, I'm up, I'm up."

"You can sleep longer if you want. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after last night, and make sure you knew you were in my room so that you weren't disoriented when or if you woke up and I was gone. I'm going downstairs to do my workout. I'm just letting you know. You gonna be okay?"

Baekhyun sat there blinking the sleep out of his eyes for a minute, making Chanyeol more nervous by the second, until finally, he spoke "Well that's a lot of information for this early in the morning." He had little to no expression on his face.

He looked up at Chanyeol with a blank face. Where was his smile? Baekhyun always smiled.

He sighed and continued to speak, "Well, if that's what you need to do... I thought that maybe..." he looked up into Chanyeol's dark eyes, trying to communicate something that Chanyeol wasn't getting. But he gave up and sighed, resigning himself to the situation as it stood in that moment. "Ok, well... I'm gonna lay back down if that's ok?"

He looked to Chanyeol for permission. "Of course, Baek!"

"I can go back to my own room if you-"

"Eh. Don't worry about it." Chanyeol interrupted with a gentle smile while flipping his hand to the side in dismissal.

"Okay, just wake me up when it's time for food." He laughed, and Chanyeol sighed in relief at the return of Baekhyun's happy face.

He was true to his word and flopped back down onto Chanyeol's bed, hugging the pillow that had been shoved into his arms as if it had been there all night.

Chanyeol opened his wardrobe and grabbed his workout shorts and tank top and rushed into the bathroom to change, he closed the door behind him, and, once inside, leaned his back against the door and sighed. That was another close one.

If he's THIS attracted to Baekhyun and he had invited said man to live with him indefinitely, these situations were going to keep happening, so he had to either keep panicking and hiding from Baekhyun, or... he really couldn't think of another option.

Even if he wanted Baekhyun to leave, (which he didn't,) he wasn't sure if the house would let him out, and even if it did, he'd still be lost in the dangerous forest. And already, Chanyeol was officially and irrevocably, emotionally attached to the petite beauty. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

Chanyeol shook his head to try to sort out his jumbled thoughts and, perhaps cowardly, figured he'd think of a plan some other time.

Instead, he changed his clothes and made his way down to the basement gym to drown his thoughts in one of the most intense workouts of his entire life.