When Chanyeol steps out of the shower, he sees Baekhyun sitting up in bed, hair unruffled and messy and his eyes half open.
"Why'd you wake up so early?" Baekhyun mumbles. Damn, he's so cute. The smaller ruffles his hair a little and lets out a small yawn before smirking slightly. "Too scared?"
"..." Chanyeol doesn't know how to reply to that. He doesn't even want to think about what he had just done while thinking of Baekhyun. "... What of it?" He replies softly. He'd rather be seen as a chicken than a .
"Was it that bad?" Baekhyun gets out of his bed lazily. Chanyeol has never realised how smooth Baekhyun's movements are until now – they kind of remind him of Joonmyun when he revealed the other side of himself. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"I don't want to think about it." Chanyeol replies, and he really doesn't. Baekhyun is stepping closer, and every step he takes, he steals away Chanyeol's breath. I'M A ING , DON'T GET CLOSE TO ME! He wants to shout, but he knows that'll give everything away.
"They say if you tell your bad dreams, they'll go away." Baekhyun points out, voice full of youth and innocence. Chanyeol doesn't want that, doesn't want to see this side of Baekhyun that is untainted by the cruelty of the world, because he's afraid of caring for Baekhyun more. He's afraid of ... gaining more affection for the smaller. And he knows this innocent side of Baekhyun will make him go weak.
"So what?" But then a good argument pops up in Chanyeol's head as he turns and faces Baekhyun, hoping this will distract Baekhyun from the topic at hand. "Do you tell me your bad dreams? Do you tell anyone of your nightmares?" Baekhyun doesn't say anything, just watches him.
"That's right. So don't bother me." Chanyeol wants to turn away, because he's flushing and he's thinking of that dream all over again.
"You really are a baby, aren't you?" Baekhyun eventually sighs. In a swift motion, he grabs Chanyeol's wrist and then pulls him quickly to their beds, seating Chanyeol down on his own bed before moving over sitting on his own, until they're facing each other. "C'mon, baby. Tell me what dream you had last night." Baby. Chanyeol wants to choke on his own saliva.
"Stop it! It's none of your business." Chanyeol feels his cheeks getting hot, and Baekhyun can see that, mistaking his flustered state as embarrassment in being called a baby.
"Hurry up and tell me, or else you'd just end up sleeping in my bed again." Baekhyun says, a hint of impatience beginning to seep into his tone. Images and memories of Baekhyun's small body pressed up against him in an almost spooning fashion (and somehow Baekhyun is the bigger spoon) are running through his mind like a mind virus, and he just can't stop thinking about him. Chanyeol stands up, feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed from those images. Already he can feel himself getting hard again. Why the hell is he so riled up and active? Is this the result of not ing for half a year?
"Oi! Where are you going?" Baekhyun shouts after him as Chanyeol rushes towards the door and escapes from the hell that is Byun Baekhyun.
If that's the case, then Chanyeol would rather e every day than have that imagery leak into his mind again.
. I am so screwed.
"Thanks, man." Chanyeol says gratefully as he slings Kris's towel over his shoulders. Kris nods at him.
"It's fine." Kris replies, before staring at Chanyeol strangely, watching as his friend takes the towel from his shoulders and starts playing with it.
"Hey man ..." Kris starts. Chanyeol looks up at him innocently.
"Huh?"
"Why did you ... shower here, of all places?" Kris asks hesitantly, then puts up his hands and shakes them. "I mean, you can come here, whenever you want ... Just that, ... ... ... why?" Chanyeol stares at him blankly.
