Been Through: BOOK 3 - CHANBAEK FF ✔️

[ 1 ] Stay With Me

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Baekhyun has never felt this nervous and embarrassed all through out his life.

Two pairs of eyes are staring down at him, as if sizing him up, and all he can do is look down to his shoes while he rubs his clammy hands across his lap.

"Baekhyun is gonna stay here for a few days," Chanyeol says. "Until it's time for us to go back to Seoul."

The atmosphere is thick, but it's bearable.

"I can't believe this is happening," Chanyeol's mother, Youngmi, says as she holds her temples, shaking her head. Giving Baekhyun a once-over, she clenches her fists and breathes. "Baekhyun, are you my son's lover?"

Baekhyun stands up immediately and bows a perfect right angle, stuttering, "Y-yes, i-it's an honor to finally meet you, Ma'am."

"You disgust me."

Youngmi walks out of the living room, leaving Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Chanyeol's father, Sungjin by themselves.

The older man is quiet, but the disappointment is clearly evident across his face. He grabs his cane and without saying anything, he follows his wife, and clears his throat in a rough manner.

Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun up so that he isn't in a bowing position anymore.

"It's fine. Don't mind them," Chanyeol mutters, "They must be really surprised at how cute you are."

"But... I should've hidden myself well," Baekhyun mumbles, "I'm sorry if they caught me sneaking out into the kitchen."

"They would have to find out you're here anyway, so it's fine. At least I won't have trouble telling it to them anymore."

"But your parents are now angry at you because of me..."

"They're always mad at me," Chanyeol says, "What I can't take is my wife getting angry at me if I keep him hungry."

That remark doesn't make Baekhyun at ease, but at least Chanyeol managed to put a tiny smile on his lips.

"Come on, let's go back to my room."

The fingers laced through his own are warm and familiar, so even here in a foreign place, Baekhyun feels secure. He follows Chanyeol upstairs as they walk hand in hand just like how they used to, back home.

"You know what. My room's so much better in Seoul compared here," Chanyeol says, sitting on the bed beside the smaller male, "because I have great memories shared with you back there."

"Memories such as?"

"Such as fucking you on my bed from dusk until dawn."

Baekhyun deadpans, "You only remember our sex, don't you? How about the good ones, though?'"

Chanyeol thinks for a while. "How can I mention the good ones when all of them are the best?"

A weak hit on the arm is Baekhyun's reply, but it's clearly obvious he's flustered because of the blush on his cheeks. "S-stop being cheesy! I may not control myself and do something!"

Chanyeol raises an eyebrow, and he's resting his head on top of Baekhyun's right shoulder. "Do something like what?"

"Like, like top you!"

Chanyeol suddenly chockes on his own saliva.

"I heard you that night at the hotel, you were crying in the bathroom!" Baekhyun teases, grinning evilly, "It must've hurt a lot." He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks. "So, how's your ass?"