With Choices Comes Consequences

Part Seven - Clearing The Air

It was awkward and quite frankly, Baekhyun wasn't sure how to handle an awkward situation. It was embarrassing enough that he was crying and didn't even know it. The fact that Chanyeol had to point it out made it worse. On top of that, Chanyeol probably heard him singing and playing the piano, which was not something for just anyone to hear.

The brunette quickly wiped the tears from his face, before gently pushing Chanyeol away out of instinct. The contact between his hand and Chanyeol's chest made his heart flutter. Fortunately, Chanyeol took the hint and took a step back, giving Baekhyun the space he needed.

The taller sighed and moved back towards the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes beamed straight at the brunette sitting on the piano bench, the male's beautiful fingers that rested on the piano caught the tall man's attention.

Baekhyun on the other hand, felt his heart pound as he tried steadying his breath. He was mortified that he had found himself in this type of situation.

The air around them grew cold and the tension only worsened. Baekhyun knew he needed to set things straight. He was at a lost since it was Chanyeol who was here before him, someone he was least expecting to meet.

He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a nervous breath, his words slipping from his lips before he could realize what he was saying, "What are you doing here?"

It was a stupid question and Baekhyun knows it, he was just a little late to realizing it. Ultimately, he was unable to save himself from the embarrassment when Chanyeol let out a snort.

"That's quite the question to ask as you sit in my house," He pauses and removes his arms from his chest, pushing his shoulder from the doorframe, away from the wood.

Baekhyun's eyes widened and he felt the air quickly escape from his lungs. He knew there was some reason Chanyeol was here, in this home, but for whatever reason, it never clicked that maybe this was Chanyeol's home.

"I mean, you're sitting in my studio, playing my instruments. I think I should be the one asking 'what are you doing here'." Chanyeol scoffed.

The heat in the room rose and the brunette was sure he was source. He grew hot from embarrassment and quickly looked for a way to cover himself, "Well, it was a decent question to ask. I didn't know why you were here."

Baekhyun is confident he only made it worse.

Chanyeol sighed and shook his head and the brunette sensed that maybe it was a shake of disappointment. The taller stood his ground at the doorway and set his hands on his hips, "Well, I wouldn't just walk into a random house without some sort of reason. And it's not like my mother hasn't talked about me yet." He paused and gave Baekhyun a small smile, "She tends to babble about my sister and I a lot."

Everytime it came crashing down onto him, Baekhyun fell into more disbelief. He didn't want to accept the fact that Chanyeol was actually Gyeonghye's son, the boy she was talking about in the laundry room. He didn't want to believe that he was seeking help from Chanyeol again.

"Yeah, you're mother is very sweet." Baekhyun managed to say, his heart pounding but his voice was steady. He was doing his best to get himself out of this conversation. If he stays in this situation any longer, he knows he'll break.

Chanyeol chuckles, "I see she's already made an impression on you." His gaze towards the latter softened and his posture loosened up, his entire being became relaxed at the realization that Baekhyun was simply clueless.

The brunette fell flustered at the change of Chanyeol's tone. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about the switch from an accusing tone to a gentle one, made his eye twitch in annoyance.