The Day We Wore Makeup + Other 'Bad' Things | [chanbaek / baekyeol]

First Time

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[the following night]

The house was silent except for the creaks in the wood floor as he slid his socked feet across the boards. He had purposefully been working late nights, avoiding any awkward encounters with his dad. They'd barely talked since he came home that next morning from staying with Sehun. His dad didn't say anything. He just hugged Chanyeol, said he was sorry, and Chanyeol went up to his room and locked the door. Since then, they'd been very... careful. Around Chanyeol. Chanyoel didn't mention how Eliza and his dad had started staying in the same bedroom at night, or how she'd started filling their house with dressings. His father didn't make a move to address the elephant in the room, so neither did he. He pretty much gave in to the fight; if he could date, then so could Chanyeol; whomever he pleased. At least, that's what Chanyeol preached in his own head.

The silence ensued even as he laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He thought about how he could make the song he was writing better... what chords could he fix. Maybe add in a few base lines? He thought about all of this as two bright lights illuminated his window from outside, only halfway lighting up the room due to the angle. He heard the sound of the engine turn off and he sat up in bed, wondering if his father had gone out earlier. Had his father's car been present when he got him? His mind was fuzzy as his bed head, as he a scratched it thoughtfully.

He laid back down and waited to hear the sound of a brass handle turning and the creak of the wooden front door closing. Nothing but the shake of branches in the wind outside his window. A wild gust of wind knocked a branch against the pane of his window and he jumped up in bed, gasping slightly. His slim torso was already slightly warm from the thick comforter warming his body. Tossing the blankets off of his legs, he scrambled up to his feet to assess the damage made by the large pine branch. His legs shivered a little at the exposed air, filling his loose navy-blue shorts with small little polka dots. He wrapped his arms around himself and slid the sheer curtain over, almost screeching when he saw a figure crouched down on the ledge. He frantically reached for the bedside lamp, trying to see who in their right mind was trying to see him so late. The figure removed his hood and smiled through the doorway with bleached blonde hair.

"Baekkie?" He shoved the window open after he whisked away to lock his bedroom door. "Baek? What are you doing, are you crazy?"

"You didn't speak to me all day and I had to stay late to tutor your friend and he told me-" Baek spoke a mile a minute, helping himself into the warm room, slightly tripping. Chanyeol helped hold his body up, so he could find his footings on land. "-something and I have been worried all day. Your dad answered the phone earlier but I panicked and hung up! Oh, Chanyeol, you shouldn't worry me so much. What if you-"

The short, upset boy stopped speaking immediately when two lips attached themselves onto his, warming him up from the tips of his toes.

"Sorry, I didn't talk to you again."

"Yeah? What's up with that?" Baekhyun asked, sounding annoyed, but looked more hurt than anything. He was risking everything just to be where he was at that moment. He unzipped the humongous coat he had on, flashing the silky red blouse he had on that was unbuttoned past his chest bone, and he made a move to close the window, giving Chanyeol a view of the outrageous ensemble.

"I don't know. I've just been nervous. My dad found out."

"What?" Baekhyun's facial expression changed to worry again and he grabbed Chanyeol by the shoulders, looking up at him seriously. "He didn't hurt you, did he? I'll be glad to go downstairs right now and let him know that I-"

"No, no. He's just having a hard time accepting it. He thinks there's something wrong with me."

"Oh, baby, no." Baekhyun cooed, pulling the much larger boy into his arms; arms that were very nice and muscular by the way. "I'm really sorry."

"At least he hasn't kicked me out yet."

"Baby." Baekhyun chuckled. "He wouldn't do that to his only son. He's probably just disappointed and confused. You're so brave. I could never..."

"Yes, you could." Chanyeol argued, wrapped his own arms around the boy, inhaling the sandalwood cologne he was wearing, feeling Baekhyun's soft locks of blonde hair on his cheek. "You're brave like me."

"No, I'm not. I can't even tell my dad that I don't want to play football in college."

"Oh, baby." Chanyeol teased, earning a tickle in his side from the other.

"Anyway, I just missed you. I was worried you were ignoring me on purpose."

"'Course not. Sorry, by the way. For being chicken. I won't hide from you anymore." It was a habit ever since he was young. To hide away his feelings. To run when things got tough.

"Good. I'm too paranoid for that."

The two chuckled and let each other go, a silence loomed on between them and Baekhyun scratched his own neck.

"Uh, so. I'll let you get back to sleeping?"

"Do you have somewhere to be?" Chanyeol asked, copying his questioning tone. A thought entered his head, and he remembered that one of the Junior's at their school from Jamaica had held a party that night. "Hey, are you going to a party?" Suddenly, his appearance made sense. Dark liner on his brown eyes and tight split wash jeans covering his lean legs. A low whistle escaped his lips. Glitter caught the light from the window with every blink of his lidded eyes.

"Well, it sucked... as*... I'd much rather be here. Besides, mum thinks I'll be gone till dawn anyway."

Chanyeol stretched a little, heading towards his bed.

"You want to stay?"

The soft lilt in his deep song-like voice made Baekhyun shiver a little as the cold air hit his bare chest.

"May I?"

Chanyeol was leaning on the bed for support, running a hand through his own hair, paying no attention when Baekhyun slipped off his tight pants. Chanyeol's face whipped around at the metallic sound; instantly knowing it was a zipper, and blushing for having such a curious mind.

Baekhyun slipping in beside him, burrowing beneath the warm blanket fort, sliding his hands across Chanyeol's bare chest.

"This reminds me of the first time I stayed the night here."

"Hm." Chanyeol hummed, scooting closer to kiss Baekhyun's head. "Cozy?"

"Very." He sighed in content. Then sulked. "Hey, you didn't notice my hair."

"Oh, I did. Believe me. It looks great."

"Sexy?" Baekhyun asked in a mocking voice, wiggling his eyebrows like a tease.

"On second thought, maybe you should dye it back."

Baekhyun hid his face to cover a laugh, and Chanyeol took it as a chance to grab a hold of the boy's side, filling the dip in his fit waist. The velvety strands of his hair rubbed across his chin when Baekhyun moved his face to rest atop Chanyeol's warm chest.