Cursed Freedom

All You Need Is Love

(Story under construction  🏗)

<Rated M for Sexual Content, Nudity, and Strong Language>

   After calming down somewhat and having his tears wiped away by Baekhyun's delicate touch and being reassured by his sweet words, Chanyeol was led by the hand, Baekhyun pulling them both up the stairs to the third floor.

   When they entered the bedroom, he sat Chanyeol on the side of his bed and explained to him that he was going to go make them some tea.

   "Don't worry, baby," he kissed his cheek and jaw and left a series of chaste pecks on his lips before standing back up, his hand still resting on Chanyeol's cheek, "I'll be right back, I promise. It'll only be a minute. You're not alone anymore. I'll be back. I swear." He couldn't help himself and dove back down for another, longer, lingering kiss and closed his eyes to savor the manly, woodsy smell of the taller before pulling up. "I'll be right back, Chanyeol. I will. Just wait for me right here."

   He didn't want to, but he let go of Chanyeol's cheek, straightened up, and dropped his, now oddly empty hand, to his side. He turned to exit the bedroom door and looked back at the man on the bed. He was staring off into nothingness still and he looked so much smaller than he really was right then. The tears were still drying on his cheeks, and he was nearly unresponsive.

   "Okay..." he whispered finally, nodding slightly. He folded his long legs and brought them up to his chest, hugging his arms around them.

   Baekhyun turned and reluctantly left him there alone.

   Chanyeol didn't care much for what Baekhyun had tried to explain to him downstairs in his current state, although later he would probably admit that he was right in what he had said. But at that moment, the guilt was still all-consuming, and his mind was an inferno of 'what ifs?' and 'why us?'

   Chanyeol put his face between his folded knees and sat further back on the bed, falling to the side, his head landing on the pile of pillows, as he curled up into a little ball to try and comfort himself.

   A few minutes later, Baekhyun was back with two steaming mugs of mint tea, Chanyeol's favorite. He sat one mug on his side table next to him under his reading lamp, before crossing to his own side of the bed. He sat his own mug down as well and crawled over to lay next to Chanyeol and leaned into the warmth of his body.

   He pressed his small frame firmly to the taller's back and somehow managed to pry his hands away from his legs and held onto them tightly in his own and began straightening out their bodies in tiny intervals, giving Chanyeol the time and the space to come back to himself.

   Chanyeol slowly began to relax in Baekhyun's arms and unfurl his tense body until they were spooning comfortably, the smaller's thin arms cuddling him closely. Their fingers were interwoven, wrapped tightly around the taller's body and pressed against the taut, strong muscles of his abdomen.

   "Shhhh... Chanyeollie... it's ok, sweetheart. I'm here... I'm right here... I'm not going anywhere. I never want to leave your side. Never. No matter what." He placed a set of light kisses on the back of his neck and shoulders. Chanyeol was still shirtless and in his pajamas from waking up so suddenly and Baekhyun nuzzled his face against the giant's hot skin.

   "Baekhyun?" Chanyeol said with a little inflection in his voice this time.

   "Yes, baby?" Baekhyun answered, his voice full of affection.

   But the question Chanyeol had been thinking of got lost again in a fog of guilt.

   "What is it, sweetheart?" He left one more small kiss on his shoulder. "Tell me." Baekhyun tried again.