Pleasure Partner

Pleasure 20

~Byun Baekhyun~

He's staring at nowhere again, his eyes getting distant and moist. He has his arms over his chest and is breathing softly as I look at him from the kitchen. I'm currently preparing dinner for the both of us. Chanyeol said I should do it cause he's not feeling well.

He's not feeling well cause he's nervous. All the time.

He may not tell me but I can feel it in my bones. Chanyeol is dead worried about me.. about himself.. about us. About our future.

I sighed as I watched him frown, maybe thinking about something that might happen this time. And I'm pretty sure he's imagining something bad. I'm sure of that.

It has been two weeks since our fight. Well.. it's not really a fight, it's more like a misunderstanding and difference. I just can't accept that I'll be safe when he's not. It's not right.

Couples don't do that. They just don't.

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back. "A penny for your thoughts?" I murmured, closing my eyes and feeling his body relax when I talked.

Chanyeol relaxes whenever he hears my voice. I always notice that.

"You don't want to hear it." he muttered, holding my hand and playing with my fingers. "You have lovely fingers, don't you?" he asked and I have to laugh.

I shook my head. "Don't start diverting the topic, Park Chanyeol." I said and I felt him turn around to face me. He has this sad expression of his and he's looking at me like I'm gonna burst into nothing anytime. He held my face and I can almost tell he's about to cry.

"I'm afraid, Baek." he whispered. "I'm afraid of losing you. That's all."

I frowned at him. "That's all? You're not afraid to die?"

"Thinking about my own death makes me nervous, Baby." he whispered and brushed my face with his thumb. "But... thinking about losing you terrifies me to death."

"Nothing's gonna happen." I muttered and gave a small smile. "We're starting to reach a month, having a peaceful life, Yeol. I believe we could last longer." I hugged him tighter, putting my head against his chest so I could hear his heartbeat. The sound makes me feel good.