Behind The Camera (A ChanBaek Fanfiction)

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Baekhyun doesn't understand why he feels this way. He feels like vomiting. Thinking why Chanyeol really hated him so bad.

"Baek, we need to talk." Baekhyun closed his eyes and clutched his hands.

"What do you need?" he said nonchalantly.

"Cut the crap, Baek. Stop acting like you're not affected of this shit-"

"Of course I am! What the fck I'm not a robot or something!" Chanyeol steps forward towards him but Baekhyun stopped him.

"Fck, stay away. Don't let the table turn again, Chanyeol." Chanyeol is left standing, clutching his hands. Then hid it into his pockets, feeling cold and alone.

"Where is he? Hope he's fine, dude." worried Suho approached him. Chanyeol tapped his shoulder.

"Let it slide. Baek's okay. I'll take care of him." Chanyeol says nonchalantly. Feeling guilty a bit.

But then, Suho— for the first time, felt being a failure as a leader.

Baekhyun took off his hoodie as he sits down. He removed the cover of the piano and starts playing with his favorite song. Baby don't cry.

They don't know who the Real Byun Baekhyun is.

After playing the piano, he covers it again with a cloth. This place where people doesn't know. This calms his mind. He puts his hands on his pocket where he can find his lighter and cigarette. And yes, he smokes, too.

Everyone saw him as a happy-go- lucky guy, a joker, a smart funny guy, and cute.

But cut the crap, everyone in the show business is fabricated.

But neither than anyone, doesn't knows his shit. Yes, Baekhyun has dirty secrets.

He do gimmicks, he fucks with a stranger. He smokes, he's bad.

Once he's done smoking, he automatically eats gum.

"Oi, where have you been?" Suho utterly said.

"Fucking around." his hands on pockets, covering his face on his hoodie.

"What? Stop joking, Baekhyun. Wait- what's with this smell?! Were you drinking?" he turns Baekhyun around. Suho's eyes rounded. Baekhyun's face was full of kiss marks, his neck has bite marks. He smell like shit. But his black eye was still there. And saw Baekhyun's pockets with bunch of cigar and a lighter.

"B-baek?" Suho's sight blur, formed into tears. He felt deep pity for Baekhyun, who is obviously hiding his gimmicks.

"Yes, I am. So please, shut your mouth up." he smirks and left Suho alone.

On the other hand...

"Fck. I'm tired as heck." Chanyeol sighs. Putting away his music sheets. He loves making music, its his passion.

"Hello angel keurim gata..." he hums thinking what's next. Walking towards the balcony as he looks at the sky. He suddenly remembers Baekhyun.

"Haneureul bomyeon neoman boyeo." he smiled. Immediately wrote what he said.

Trans: When I look to the sky, I can only see you.

Smiling as he walks, until someone bumps onto him. Feets on tangled, and a pair of thin lips pressed upon him. It smells like shit. His eyes rounded, and he saw Baekhyun's face so close to him. Their proximity to each other that he can smell Baekhyun's breath, heartbeat and saw some kiss marks? What the fuck?

His eyes doubled into size when Baekhyun touched his shoulder gently, kissing him harder. What the fck. Baekhyun's too drunk right now so he gently removed Baekhyun's touch, pushing him.

He saw Baekhyun's face full of kiss marks on his face and his neck. Fcking hickey. He's wearing hoodie and his situation right now, he can't be recognize. His shorts is half open that you can see his undergarment... Down there. Baekhyun's drunk state is damn hot.

"Oh." he dumbly shouts. Baekhyun's weight weighs like a ton! "Wake up! Fucker!" he taps his shoulder.

No response.

"Fine! I'm gonna carry you!" then he carried Baekhyun bridal style.

What the fck. For fck's sake I'm not gay. He cries.