Chanbaek Short Stories

In More Ways Than One (Part 2)

WARNING: RATED CHAPTER

"He-he came. Chan- he hurt me. He-Jongin, said I couldn't go on being u-unclaimed. I could barely walk here Channie, it hurt so bad," he managed to get out while his words started to turn to sobs towards the end of his sentence.

I couldn't even think.
I wasn't aware of me tightly grabbing onto Baekhyun, or of him crying quite audibly and uncontrollably.

My world stopped when his did.

When he got a bit more quiet is when my thoughts actually started working again.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I left you there alone, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, so, so, sorry," I cried while resting my head on his shoulder.

My shirt had faint, residual, bloody handprints from his palms grasping and ungrasping at the fabric.

A minute later, I led him to the bathroom, keeping my arm firmly about his waist as my best friend of forever could hardly walk. How he even managed to make it here is beyond me. And it's all my fault.

"It's not your fault Chanyeol, stop beating yourself up," Baekhyun said quietly, snapping me out of my trance.

"Geez, it's like you can hear my thoughts," I complained, smiling a bit for his sake.

"Your thoughts are very loud Chanyeol. It would be difficult to not hear them," he replied, turning his face up to mine and returning my smile.

"Do you need any help in there?" I asked him, gesturing towards the bathroom door.

His face flushed red as he shook his head fervently. "No, no, it's fine. I just need some time to myself, that's all."

I nodded swallowing thickly as I tried to keep from falling apart. As soon as the bathroom door closed, I dropped my face into my hands and gasped loudly. I ran outside immediately, fully realising that the bathroom door was less than soundproof.

I gave into my despair, crying into my arms loudly.

Jongin had touched him.

My (almost) innocent best friend. Whom I'm also in love with. I knew at this point, I could deny it no longer, even though I had pretty much come to terms with it a while ago, this whole situation had sealed the deal.

I wished it had taken a hell of a lot less to make me realise it though.

After about 20 minutes, I went back inside to see Baekhyun sitting in the living room in just a towel. The radio was blaring in the background as a pathetic attempt to keep my mind off things. His eyes met mine and I felt my face burning. Almost as if he was doing this on purpose. But I know him, it's just the way he is. More irresistible than he knows.

I walked past him into my room and grabbed some clothes that were too small for me that I always kept around for Baekhyun's sake. He's always had a problem with keeping his clothes clean, dry, intact and on.

I walked back out into the living room where he was shivering in a cold, wet towel.

"Here, go put these on," I said, handing him the stack of clothes.

He looked down at them for a long time, before looking back up and staring into space. I watched as his hair was dripped water onto the couch and wondered what was going through his head.

He slowly started pulling the large towel off his shoulders, exposing the smooth, pale skin beneath as he kept staring straight forward.

"Yah! Baekhyun, what are you doing? Go in my room and change!" I said as I frantically diverted my eyes away from his body which was becoming more and more visible with every second.