RENDEZVOUS | chanbaek

SEVENTEEN

Boredom. Can it kill somebody if they're stuck in a room for countless hours, with nothing to do but stare at walls and resist the annoyingly strong desire to kiss somebody who they should hate?

Baekhyun was laying on his stomach across the bed, his face half smushed into one of the feather-filled pillows, that still held the lingering scent of Chanyeol. Baekhyun huffed in annoyance, and sat up as he threw the pillow to the floor. Chanyeol glanced up lazily from his position in the chair he had someone bring him, so he could personally keep an eye on Baekhyun.

"What's wrong now?" Chanyeol asked, his voice tired.

Baekhyun huffed and crossed his arms as he replied, "I'm bored just sitting here, can't I just—-"

"Not a chance in hell," Chanyeol said, cutting Baekhyun off.

Baekhyun pursed his lips and fall backwards onto the bed as grumbled, "Fine then, can you at least find me something to do so I can kill this boredom before it kills me?"

"I think I rather watch you suffer," Chanyeol muttered.

Baekhyun gasped as he bolted upright, and replied, "Oh, well I was under the impression you'd do anything for me."

Chanyeol laughed humorlessly and said, "There's a limitation on what I'll do for you, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun frowned and pursed his lips as he threw his legs off the bed and jumped to his feet. "I need a distraction, Chanyeol. My mind keeps racing with questions and worries about who the hell is out to kill me, and wether or not I'll have a job after today being that I never actually showed up. And I—-" Baekhyun's words cut in his throat when he turned around, and Chanyeol was standing behind him close enough to touch. Baekhyun exhaled a shaky breath as he murmured, "Why do you keep doing that? Is it scare Baekhyun d—-"

Chanyeol pressed his lips to Baekhyun's, effectively shutting him up. Baekhyun wanted to smack and punch and curse Chanyeol for sneaking up on him and then suddenly kissing him, but all of that melted away when the hot warmth of Chanyeol's tongue running along his bottom lip wiped all of it from existence, leaving Baekhyun with nothing but his desire to kiss Chanyeol.

Baekhyun tried to fight against his heart, but his mind had lost control of his limbs as Baekhyun slowly kissed Chanyeol back. Chanyeol felt too good to push away, and as their tongues met in a slow and gentle dance, Baekhyun couldn't remember why he ever had. Kissing Chanyeol was like breathing; easy; natural; right. Maybe Baekhyun should stop letting his mind control his actions, and let his heart take over instead. But if he did that, he'd be risking his life because he didn't have anyone out to kill him until he meet Chanyeol.

Chanyeol . . .

He could be sweet and kind when he wanted to be; and dangerously sexy and just pain dangerous. Was Chanyeol, one of the cities biggest mafia lords really the best choice for Baekhyun, who was a —- mostly —- law abiding citizen on the side of the police department? It didn't sound like a match made in heaven. It sounded like they were doomed, with a slim chance of making it out alive.

So should Baekhyun risk everything, just to spend whatever time he had left to allow himself to love Park Chanyeol? Or should he accept his fate, and walk away now and hope he survived?

Chanyeol's big and strong hands on Baekhyun's waist, as he pressed his small body against the wall, dragged Baekhyun out of his foreboding. Baekhyun was snapped back into his body as Chanyeol's hands crept beneath his shirt to fondle one of his erected nipples. Baekhyun gasped at the surge of pleasure that shot through his stomach and coiled in a knot, that desperately needed to untangle.

Baekhyun knew he had more pressing matters, but Chanyeol's hands on his bare skin ignited a flame inside him. He gasped as he hands frantically pulled at Chanyeol's shirt, and his lips brushed across Chanyeol's collar bones as he breathed, "I want you."

"You have me," Chanyeol huskily replied, as he caressed Baekhyun's cheek and delicately pecked his lips with chaste kisses.

"No, I need you, Chanyeol," Baekhyun breathed, as his hands ran along Chanyeol's waistband, just begging to slip inside in seek of what he so desperately needed. "Please, I want to feel your body against mine; I want to feel your thick, warm co—-"

Chanyeol slapped his hand over Baekhyun's mouth, and squeezed his eyes closed as he pressed their foreheads together, and hissed through clenched teeth, "Fuck, Baek! Quite, please."

Baekhyun pulled Chanyeol's hand away, and let it rest on the side of his neck as he breathed, "Then will you do as I wish?"

Chanyeol kept his eyes closed as he quietly replied, "Will you leave me in the morning again, if I do?"

Baekhyun felt a pang in his heart at Chanyeol's words, but he knew he deserved it. He had left Chanyeol, even after everything they said to each other and the things Chanyeol had made him feel, Baekhyun had still run away. So how could he be so sure his mind and body wouldn't make him do it again?

He was conflicted. He didn't want to hurt Chanyeol, but at the same time he didn't want to give himself the chance to fall in love. Baekhyun didn't know what to do. All he knew for sure, was that right then he wanted nothing more than to feel Chanyeol kissing him; to feel Chanyeol's naked skin against his own; to have Chanyeol so deeply inside him that neither of them would know where one began and the other ended. He wanted Park Chanyeol's love, even if it would only last until the morning, Baekhyun didn't want to waste a moment of it.

Word count: 981

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A/N: Hello, lovelies! Baekhyun is so wishy-washy! 😂🙄😩 And Chanyeol is hopeful. *sigh* 😌😊

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