Behind Closed Doors: BOOK 2 - CHANBAEK FF ✔️

[ 40 ] Behind Closed Doors: Special Chapter ( 3/3 )

(A/N: I am not a US citizen so please forgive me in advance. This is just a fiction so please bear with me~ The Epilogue will be published next week and we're finally done! Thank you so much for supporting the two books. I will miss writing for you guys, and keep supporting Chanbaek as always!)

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to John F. Kennedy International Airport. Local time is 11:06 AM, and the temperature is 26.6 degree Celsius..."

After seventeen agonizing hours of travel, Baekhyun can finally see for himself the bright and sunny American skies he can only see in movies. His hand finds its way on the airplane window, a smile forming on his lips as excitement fills his thumping heart.

Finally, he tells himself, and he's sure they are happy tears that are verging on the corners of his eyes. I'm here, Chanyeol sunbae! We're breathing the same air!

"For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you..."

He can't understand a single thing about the announcement blaring through the speakers. His english knowledge is just on a limited scale though, but nonetheless, it doesn't stop him from bouncing on his seat as he thinks of seeing Chanyeol. He deems that the flight attendant says that they have arrived at New York so passengers must wait a little bit.

Baekhyun suddenly remembers what happened the other day while he was packing his things. It brings yet another big grin to his mouth, recalling the horrified look on Chanyeol's face.

[Did you hear what I just said? Put your passport and wallet on a separate bag. What if you forget them!?]

Wiping his invisible sweat, Baekhyun sighs and pushes the lid of his overflowing luggage with all his might. Even from the other side of the world, he can still feel Chanyeol's death glare directed towards him. "I know, I know, I won't forget my passport. You told that eight times already!"

[Because you won't listen to me! Look, your stuff is still all over the fucking place. Is that underwear on the lampshade!?]

Baekhyun turns his head and grabs his underwear, discarding it to somewhere while continuously zipping up his bag. His clothes won't fit in no matter how hard he tries to push. Maybe he should leave aside the bunny slippers he put under his towels.

"Ugh! It won't! Freaking! Close!" Baekhyun says, and he's seriously getting tired packing within the entire hour.

Chanyeol just facepalms.

[Just bring one pair of clothes. You won't need a lot of stuff because I'm gonna buy you new clothes once you get here.]

Baekhyun stops budging for a while as he stares at Chanyeol on the webcam. "You should have told that to me earlier!"

[I've been telling you that for the past hour.]

"How come I didn't hear it," Baekhyun cries. "Now I have to do the packing all over again..."

[I seriously want to hit you right now, goddammit.]

Baekhyun slumps his body on the bed and rests his cheek on his arm, pouting at Chanyeol who's only scowling at him. Seems like the other male is out on a coffee shop, and he looks so handsome as always with his pushed back hair and white plaid clothes.

"You looks so handsome," Baekhyun says dreamily, and he's reaching out his hand as if to touch Chanyeol through the monitor of his laptop. "I want to touch you, Chanyeol sunbae. I miss you so much. It's been two months already..."