The Aftereffects | chanbaek

Buried Secrets: part 01

April 16, 2018

The next morning Baekhyun woke with a throbbing headache. He sat up with a grimace and rubbed his eyes, yawning heavily before beadily blinking his eyes open. It was then that he realized he had woken up in strange room and was sitting on a stranger's bed. And gasping, he jumped to his feet - and smacked right into something very solid, very warm, and very wet.

Baekhyun gasped again as he suddenly crashed to the floor, landing on top of that very wet something.

"Hmm," they moaned. "God, Baekhyun, are you always so confused when you first wake up," asked a very familiar, very deliciously deep voice.

Forgetting for the moment that Baekhyun was laying on top of a half-naked Chanyeol, who only had a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, he retorted back in his usual snarky manner. "Well, usually, Mr. Park, I don't wake up hangover in stranger's beds. I have more sense than that."

Chanyeol scoffed and replied, "You don't say. Now, are you going to move or should I flip you over for a quick fuck?"

Baekhyun gasped and sharply smacked Chanyeol across the face before jumped off him as he yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why do you say things like that? You could be a decent guy, Park Chanyeol, if you didn't constantly think with your dick!"

Chanyeol huffed and stood up too as he retorted, "Well, Mr. Byun, when you grow up living a life like mine, you begin to figure it doesn't matter anymore what people think of you, and you begin to do as you please."

"Oh, you really want to compare life stories? Well, Mr. Park, let's just say I never hurt myself falling off a bike!"

Chanyeol exhaled a calming breath through his nose and said, "Seems we both have secrets the other doesn't know about . . ."

"Seems that way . . ." Baekhyun muttered quietly, finally calming down.

A quiet moment passed before Chanyeol was taking a step towards Baekhyun as he asked, "Do you maybe want to go out tonight, since yesterday didn't exactly go as planned . . .?" Chanyeol trailed off.

Baekhyun furrowed his brow and plopped onto the edge of the - annoyingly - soft bed and said, "Okay, it seems we're just going to ignore what happened . . . And speaking of last night, what even happened? It's all a hazy blur to me....I just remember going there, and then some vague images and lots of noise before finally waking up here."

Chanyeol chuckled and replied, "Oh, that's right, you were totally wasted last night. Well, Mr. Byun, you are here because I couldn't remember where you lived and you were too drunk to even tell me much less speak."

Baekhyun grimaced and rubbed his forehead while he muttered, "Oh wow, that's embarrassing. And did anything else happen that I should know about?"

Chanyeol produced another towel from a elegantly craved cabinet and rubbed it through his hair as he teasingly mused, "Oh, where to start...."

Baekhyun groaned and dropped onto the bed, and cried in a muffled voice, "Stop pussy footing around and just tell me!"

There was a low chuckle before the bed dipped down, and Chanyeol's deep voice filled the room. "I'll tell you everything that happened, and I won't sugarcoat it. You had wanted to dance after having two to many drinks and ended up grinding your ass up against me. And Baekhyun, let me just say, OH MY FUCKING GOD! If you ever do that to me again, drunk or not, I don't give a damn, but I'm taking you."

Baekhyun's jaw dropped and he cried, "Oh my God, Chanyeol! You're such a horny bastard, and if you ever dare to do that I'll scoop your fucking eyeballs out with a spoon!"