Runaway // Chanbaek

Chapter 15

When I wake up, I find peace in knowing I won't have to fight tonight. I stretch my arms, looking around to see my favourite bunny boy sleeping soundly next to me. He's an extremely heavy sleeper, who loves to steal the sheets. Most of the night I was left with nothing whilst he looked like a burrito wrapped in all of the blankets.

I could tell he was having a nightmare because he was shifting a lot in his sleep, whining 'no's' and muttering words to himself. At one point I was so concerned that I wrapped my arm around him, which managed to shut him up. I wasn't completely sure on what to do in the moment.

I leave him to wake up on his own, heading downstairs which surprisingly, is not noisy as usual. Instead of seeing everyone laughing with each other at the breakfast table, I see a single sheet of paper, and two plates of toast, one significantly burnt.

Dear Chanyeol, I'm assuming you woke up first since it takes forever for Baekhyun to wake up.

We didn't want to wake you and Baekhyun up, so this is why you two are the only ones in the house. Kai and Xiumin's shifts start earlier today as well as Sehun's. Luhan has to be dropped off at the bar by Kris and Tao. Lay's finishing up some business but he seemed sketchier than usual so if he comes home, expect him to be high. Suho and I have gone into Myeongdong for a well needed shopping trip, so don't expect us back until later tonight. Chen is god knows where so don't even bother trying to contact him.

Take care of Baekhyun well, you two were up late last night. If he catches a cold, I will personally mutilate you. The toast is for the two of you, I'm sure you know by now which one is yours. Consider it revenge for all of those hateful comments you've sneaked behind me during the years. I don't forget Chanyeol, and I certainly will never forgive.

Kyungsoo, majesty of the house. X

I sniggered as I placed the note down. So typical. Taking the toast up to Baekhyun, I hear a stumble and a loud bang, assuming he's woken up. When I walk through the door, he's on the floor looking like a sad baby, watching the toast with wonder in his eyes as his body is covered by the blanket.

"You okay?"

I hand him his slice of toast which he returns with a gingerly smile, digging into it immediately. I watch as he messily eats it leaving crumbs and butter on his lips. His hair is in all places and he has a tired expression on his face.

"I had a nightmare last night."

"I know, I heard you."

"My dad was beating me. I-I couldn't do anything."

Immediately I set down my plate and rush to his side, hauling him into my lap as he quivers slightly, pouting his lip with a genuinely confused expression, as if he doesn't know how to feel. He hates his father, and yet he told me that no matter how corrupted his family is, they'll always be in his mind. They always raised him to be his best. And for that he gives them some recognition, but on the other hand they stole his happiness and crushed his dreams. And that's why he's here. His dreams are lucid, and he's clearly unhappy.

I'm not used to this kind of scene unfolding before me, and so I simply rock him back and forth and shush him like a baby, doing things that apparently are considered romantic. He seems to like it, leaning further into my chest.

"It was just a dream, he would never do that to you."

"But it felt s-so real."

"Look around you, do you see him? Is he here with us now? Do you have any marks on your body?"

Funnily enough, he looks around and then checks his chest, unbuttoning his onesie buttons. I, not sure if he knows what it does to me, but when I see his flat, milky tummy, skinny and delicious, I almost have to shove him off of my lap and leave the room. His stomach, strangely, is extremely cute and untouched.

"Chanyeol why do you look so funny? A-are you sweating?" He asks in the most innocent way, looking up at me with utter shock, although there is a small glimmer of entertainment in his eyes as he changes his position so that he's straddling me, half of his onesie tipping so that his right shoulder is bare. His skin looks so soft, and so pale.

"Baekhyun- I. No, you're, you. Nevermind."

"What? Are you enjoying this daddy?"

The nickname shocks me, and I look up to see a sickly sweet smirk on his lips as he stares at me, flushing red as if regretting what he said. He bites his lip not long after, staring at my own before leaning in until our lips are touching. It's nothing like last nights kiss, this is completely different. I'm devouring him, my hands bumping his jaw as our tongues meet and our lips move in complete synch. I must say the whole situation escalated quite quickly. It's funny how quickly someone can change.

I suddenly don't want to hold back, and just looking at his shoulder gets me thrilled. I find myself attaching my lips to it, sucking on the skin above his collar bone making him moan in pleasure as he hangs his head low. I continue to suck, kissing it every so often incase I hurt him. When I leave a nice purple bruise on him, I place another one just above his jaw, wanting everyone to see my handiwork.

His melodic moans are everything, turning me on so much more, as well as his facial expression. It's like he's drowning in ecstasy, has he ever felt this before?

"Baekhyun, are you a virgin?"

"Yes, daddy." He tries to hide himself, but I quickly brush his hands away, satisfied with his answer.

"Mhm, good."