The letter

©EXObubz / ExoLeFirstClass / Exo-Ho / Fara the booty bum
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The Letter
by EXObubz
Description
For two years, Baekhyun had been silently admiring and crushing on Oh Sehun, who he knows is kind
and caring even though his cold stature says otherwise. One day, he takes a leap of faith. He writes a
love letter and slips it into what he thinks is Oh Sehun's locker.
Foreword
“That letter wasn’t meant for you, Chanyeol.”
“Mmm, sure, but it was in my locker. Anything that accidentally finds itself on my lap is mine, Baek. That
includes you.”
**Story Warnings**
*Non-Consensual sex
[ In fact, BaekYeol & Taoris starts with something sexually non-consensual in the beginning ]
*Characters get sexually harassed / violated
[ By the fact that Chanyeol took advantage of Baekhyun's misunderstanding in Chapter 3 ]

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*Prostitution and drug use
*Angst
If non-consensual sex / acts of violation makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to read chapters
where that is involved, but at the same time, you don't WANT to miss anything vital in the story, read
these quick alternative summaries for chapters:
3 - 5 - 9 - 14 - 38 & 39
These are just the chapters that I'm mainly concerned about.
Chapter 3 SUMMARY.
Chapter 5 SUMMARY.
Chapter 9 SUMMARY.
Chapter 14 SUMMARY.
Chapter 38 & 39 SUMMARY.
*All the non-con, abuse, drug, prostitution, excessive possesiveness, and cursing in this story is merely
used for story purposes. I don't condone any of the done practices in real life, and I hope that when
reading this story, you don't delude yourself into thinking that any of the dark factors of this fanfic is
acceptable.

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Thank you berryy much ♥
[Vietnamese Translation]
[Polish Translation]
This is my first BaekYeol story ...
Desole ;;
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Chapter 1
Taking the Initiative
There’s been an issue that Baekhyun’s been contemplating for a bit of a while. A confession. His eyes
drifted over to the kid a few rows ahead of him, sitting near the windows: Oh Sehun. He admired him for
a while, twiddling with his fingers. Then he snapped out of it when he remembered how he needed to
keep up with the lesson and take as much notes as he could if he wanted to stay on top of the rank
chart. Even though the majority of his mind was focused on the teacher, part of his mind was still filled
with Sehun.
Everything went back two years ago, early in the year. It was raining and Baekhyun had arrived late to
school that day. No one was in the cubby area. Baekhyun was trying to hurry because he didn’t want to
miss anything important in that period. In his hurry, he became clumsy. The water caused his feet to slip
from right under him. His bag slipped itself off his shoulders and emptied half of his belongings on the
damp floor, getting his notebooks somewhat wet.
Cursing, Baekhyun hurried to save his materials from further damage, forgetting about himself. His jeans
were getting soaked in the knees, but Baekhyun didn’t care at the moment. He just needed his materials
and to change into his school shoes. Then, he’d be off to class and face another bump in the road: his
teacher. But, he’d get to that later.
Unexpectedly, a hand came down and helped Baekhyun pick up the scattered belongings. When offered
one of his notebooks back, Baekhyun took it subconsciously, then realizing that there was a person
there with him, he looked up.

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The boy towering over him had brown hair with side swept bangs. His face was expressionless.
Baekhyun realized he was staring for a bit too long and began to put his things back in his bag. When he
was done, he started to come off the floor. The boy took Baekhyun’s arm and helped him up.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun said, giving the boy a smile.
The boy stared at him a few seconds in silent before answering. “No problem.”
Then, without another word, the boy stuffed his hands in his pockets, turned and walked away, leaving
Baekhyun alone. It took a while for Baekhyun to snap out of it and remembered that he was late for
class! It was the beginning of a new year, too! He needed to make a good impression on his teachers
and coming in for class late wasn’t going to do it.
Baekhyun stumbled in class, prepared for a bombardment of humiliating jokes and lecture points from
the teacher. Luckily for him, the teacher just let it slip by. He took a seat in the middle of the room,
being surrounded by eyes that were glued on him, the late student.
Later, Baekhyun discovered that the boy he met early that morning was named Oh Sehun. Surprisingly,
Sehun was in the same class. He came in thirty minutes after Baekhyun joined the class. This puzzled
Baekhyun a bit, remembering how Sehun had left first, but Baekhyun ended up not dwelling on the
strange fact for too long. He also wondered how he’d never seen him before and as to why the teacher
didn’t bitch at him for being absent for most of the year’s beginning so far.
Ever since that day, Baekhyun had been secretly admiring Oh Sehun. Since then, Sehun had gone from
brown to the entire spectrum in terms of hair color. Right now, Sehun was blonde, which Baekhyun
thought looked nice on him, as did every hair color and hair style.
Baekhyun noticed Sehun everywhere. To him, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He observed him and
created an image of Sehun that he began to feel comfort in. To him, Sehun was kind. In all the years,
Sehun had never pushed, bullied, yelled, or cursed anything or anyone. Sehun had an expressionless
face for the most part, which would’ve classified him as “cold” by other students, but deep inside,
Baekhyun felt like that wasn’t the case at all.

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Everything about Sehun was genuinely perfect, except for his friends, which baffled Baekhyun. They
weren’t the type of friends who he’d figure Sehun would ever hang out with. Chanyeol was a big loud
mouth, which was full of his parents’ overflowing income of money. His nickname was “The Happy
Virus” but there was nothing contagious about him and his annoyingness. Kai’s wallet was as big as
Chanyeol’s. Somewhat like him, Kai was known for being an asshole. Both were notorious for parties
and hookups.
There was Kris—aka the “Dragon.” Personally, Baekhyun thought it was stupid title name. Supposedly
Kris was involved in some sort of gang-related mischief, but that was only a rumour, probably sparked
from the school he transferred from, which he supposedly got expelled from for releasing his band of
troublemakers on a student thought to be from a rival gang. But this story had a lot of “supposedly” in it
so Baekhyun knew he was too smart to believe that bull.
Despite Sehun’s odd choice of friends, Baekhyun still admired him for some reason. He just had this aura
to him, according to Baek. It took a while for Baekhyun to realize that he had a crush on Sehun.
Now, Baekhyun still couldn’t rid of his feelings for the boy. Back then, he was sure that this small crush
would go away, but after the years went by, it still hadn’t and it frustrated Baekhyun. The only way he
knew how to release his own self of these untold feelings was to confess. Confess in person or confess in
another way? That was one of the questions on Baekhyun’s mind. The bigger question was should he
even confess or should he not? They were graduating anyways. He’ll probably never see Sehun again.
The second choice seemed like the safest choice, but Baekhyun would risk having yet another frustrating
year. So he had to choose. Confession? No confession? Have a frustrating year pining for someone from
afar? Or maybe—just maybe—be with that person because you took the chance and they said yes?
Sitting at his desk, Baekhyun took the last bit of notes that he had to do before setting his pencil down.
In that moment, Baekhyun came to an answer: he was going to do it. But, that didn’t mean that
Baekhyun was going to do it in person. He was going to write a letter. Baekhyun knew he’d have to do
this soon or else he’d back out and cower again.
That night, Baekhyun stayed up til midnight writing that love letter/confession. He finished his
homework at around ten, so that meant that took two hours writing that letter trying to make it perfect.

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It wasn’t only time that he wasted. He wasted paper. A bunch of them scrunched and crumpled, thrown
on the floor.
When Baekhyun was satisfied, he smiled and found an envelope to put the letter in. And then, he
stamped it with one of the stamps at his desk: a happy sun. Baekhyun went to bed that night excited,
yet antsy. He’d have to get to school super early if he wanted to stick that letter in Sehun’s locker
without anyone catching him.
And that is exactly what Baekhyun did. He woke up extra early that morning. His parents weren’t even
awake yet. He took his premade lunch out of the fridge and wrote a note to his parents how he had to
“attend an early school council meeting” that morning.
At school, Baekhyun stood in front of Sehun’s locker. Every locker at school was identical, but for sure,
this was Sehun’s locker. He’d seen Sehun use this locker in the course of the year multiple times. There
was no doubt in Baekhyun’s mind. And in that assurance, Baekhyun slipped the letter in.
Chanyeol fumbled with putting his combinations because of his droopy eyes. Once he got it open, he
turned to Sehun. “Hey. Do you need my locker to hide your you-know-what again or?”
Sehun shook his head. “No. I’m not in the mood for it today.”
Kai wrapped an arm around Sehun, laughing. “That’s it, Sehun. Lay off that stuff! They say it’s bad for
you.”
“Fuck off, Kai,” Sehun replied, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need advice from someone who needs to attend
Alcoholics Anonymous.”

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While the two continued to playfully bicker, Chanyeol turned back to his locker. Almost immediately, he
noticed a beige envelope. He took it out and examined it. “Oh, what do I have here?” Chanyeol laughed.
He flipped the envelope over and back.
“It’s a confession letter,” Kris said as he walked over, joining his friends.
“Hey,” Kai greeted.
“Hey.”
Sehun stared at the envelope and scoffed. “A confession from a girl too scared to confess in person.
That’s what that is.”
“Aish, harsh,” Chanyeol said, laughing.
“Well what does it say?” Kai asked.
“Does it matter?” Sehun replied. “This girl probably just wants a taste of your dick anyways,” he added,
yawning. “Such a bore.”
Chanyeol turned around while he began to open the letter. “Probably!” he said. Then he started
reading. “I’m not going to say no if she does…want….my dick…”
“What’s wrong, Yeol?” Kai called. “Was it a confession from a guy?” He laughed while Kris scrunched his
face.

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Chanyeol began to fold the letter back into the envelope and stuff it in his front pocket. “Nothing.
Nothing. Just the usual. Another day, another girl that wants the D.”
A/N: Keep reading and let me feed your kokoro :DD
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Chapter 2
Notes and Letters
Sehun didn’t say anything to him that morning. Baekhyun expected Sehun to react in some way the
moment he walked in the classroom, but Sehun was the same nonchalant, silent kid. He walked in with
his regular face and didn’t even glance at anything or anyone. He just headed to his seat like he did
every other day. Baekhyun was a bit disappointed. He expected some sort of reaction, maybe a look or
something. Hell, he could’ve thrown the letter back in his face. At least that was some sort of response.
Since Sehun didn’t say anything, all Baekhyun could do was wait. Maybe he’s still processing what I
wrote him…Baekhyun thought. I mean, it’s not really ordinary for a guy to confess to another
guy…Definitely not ordinary.
Later that day, Baekhyun was at his locker, putting some books in and taking some out. When he closed
his locker, he saw Chanyeol walking towards—what it looked like—him. He made eye contact with
Chanyeol and it seemed like this contact changed Chanyeol’s mind. He changed course, walked passed
Baekhyun and continued walking down the hall and took the first turn left.

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Shit. Chanyeol had no idea where the hell he was going. He took the first turn left because he got
flustered and changed his plans last minute. The plan was to humiliate and make fun of the kid who
wrote that letter. That Byun Baekhyun kid. But the look on those innocent eyes fucked the plan.
Chanyeol groaned and pulled out the letter and reread it. It clicked then. The stupid formal and innocent
writing was a reflection on the person who wrote it. Chanyeol put the letter back in his pocket and
leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, fuming. Of all the people to fucking like, why Sehun?
Chanyeol thought.
He was going to let it go. He’d seen Baekhyun a few times. Seeing his head around the hallway counts as
seeing him right? Chanyeol ran a hand through his hair. He had to admit that unfortunately, the only
time he’d ever seen what Baekhyun actually looked like was a few moments ago. Ugh, Sehun, you lucky
bastard.
Chanyeol stayed there, thinking, even after the bell rang and everybody else went to their classrooms.
Baekhyun had caught his interest, but for the hell of it all, he didn’t know what to do. The kid was in love
with Oh Sehun for god’s sake! Chanyeol wondered why that was for a moment. Baekhyun didn’t seem
like the kind of kid to like someone as fucked up as Oh Sehun. But that thought didn’t matter so much.
Even if Baekhyun was in love with that little brat, when has Chanyeol ever kept his hands off his other
friends’ possessions?

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Baekhyun’s hope of ever getting anything from Sehun like a response, a yes, a no, or even, a punch in
the face depleted by the time school ended. Sighing, he opened his locker. Something fell out.
Something he least expected to be there.
Baekhyun threw the books in his arms into his locker and hurriedly stooped down to snatch the small
folded letter that fell out. Then, with fumbling hands, he unfolded the paper.
Byun BaekHyun, hi. I got your letter and I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to say anything to you today. I was
still a bit surprised—
—Baekhyun sighed a bit in relief. At least he knew that Sehun was just surprised and that he didn’t hate
his guts.
Anyways, I’m having a party at my house this Friday. Could you come? I’d like you to. Maybe we can get
to know each other more outside school. Well, I’ll see you. Hopefully you’ll come –Oh Sehun.
What followed next was an address to Sehun’s house and time. Baekhyun resisted the urge to break out
into smiling like an idiot. Sehun hadn’t exactly rejected him. Just this fact made Baekhyun feel better. He
folded the paper and put in the safest pocket in his bag before getting the books he needed for
homework and going home, excited for Friday.
—Hours ago during lunch—
Chanyeol kept tapping his pencil’s head and butt on the table. It eventually started annoying his friends
and the girls that they had invited to sit at their table—though it’s more accurate to say their laps
instead of their table.

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“Shit, Chanyeol! Stop tapping that fucking piece of wood around!” Sehun snapped. Then he went back
to using his phone. “What the fuck are you doing anyways? Writing an essay? Get one of the nerds to do
that! Christ! Quit racking your head with bullshit assignments!”
Kris gave Sehun a look before continuing to feed the girl on his lap another piece of fruit. “Cranky
much?”
“Signs of a drug addict in withdrawal,” Kai noted, smirking.
“At least I’m trying to fucking quit!”
“Okay, okay. We know, we know,” Kris eased.
While the entire short argument was happening, Chanyeol studied Sehun and looked back down at the
paper in front of him. He was clueless on how to imitate Sehun in writing and trying to make it sound
like him. Fuck this, he thought. The more straightforward, the better.
When he finished writing the address, he put the paper in his back pocket. “Okay. No more tapping from
me.”
“Good,” Sehun interjected.
“Oh! And before I forget, I’m having a party at my house this Friday!” Chanyeol announced.
“Why the short notice, Yeol?” Kai asked.

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“Does it matter?” Chanyeol rebuttled. “Just come. Invite anyone. Everyone. People from other schools
or people from the streets. Whatever, I don’t care. Just come.”
Friday. Today is Friday, Baekhyun thought. He smirked as he hurriedly went home. The party didn’t start
until late at night, around ten, but still, he made a quick trip home. He opened up his closet and stared
at his wardrobe. Cardigans, sweaters, collared shirts… Baekhyun grimaced. Was anything he owned
suitable for the party? Speaking of which, what kind of party was it? Knowing Sehun, Baekhyun figured
that it was probably just a medium-sized get-together. Nothing too crazy.
After spending countless minutes trying to decided and make an outfit that was color coordinated,
Baekhyun gave up. Dark blue skinny jeans and a simple white V-neck was gonna have to do.
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped as he drove up to the house with the address on the paper. Oh my god…he’s
this rich? Baekhyun was so in awe, he didn’t hear a man knock on his driver’s window until about ten
seconds later. Immediately, he rolled the window down.
“Sir, you can step out of your car now.”
Panic immediately hit Baekhyun. Who was this man and why did he have to evacuate his car? Was he
getting jumped? No! Baekhyun looked the guy over. He was dressed too formal to be a thug. “Y-Yeah,
but why?” Baekhyun managed to wheeze out.

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“We’re valet parking.”
“Oh!” Baekhyun realized that it was their job to park cars and hurried to get out of the car. He was then
given a ticket. Then the man took his car and drove it into an area not too far from the house, which
Baekhyun could see. Oh course Sehun would have a different place to have his guests park or else he’d
crowd the streets with cars…He’s considerate, Baekhyun thought, nodding before following the stone
walkway towards the front of the house.
The outside of the house was deceptive. On his way to the house, Baekhyun didn’t really hear anything
loud or crazy. It wasn’t until he pushed the door open that a loud bombardment of music stormed at his
ears. He had to awkwardly pushed the door open because he thought it was jammed. No. When
Baekhyun looked behind the door to see what was blocking it so hard, it was a couple who was using it
as they were jamming each other’s slick tongues down their throats. Baekhyun immediately turned
away, freaked out.
Baekhyun couldn’t find anyone he noticed at this party! He’d been there about a good fifteen minutes,
too! Did I even come to the right party!? Baekhyun freaked. Oh my god, oh my god, I’m probably at a
stranger’s house! I don’t belong with these people! I don’t…I…I’m leav—
Baekhyun stopped when he finally spotted someone he knew: Oh Sehun. Baekhyun began to pushed
people to get through to Sehun, apologizing along the way, but he wasn’t moving quick enough. His
progress was like trying to run through sticky mud. By the time he was a few feet to Sehun, Sehun got
approached by a few questionable looking guys, got up, and left where he was sitting all by himself.
Baekhyun was crestfallen. If only he moved faster! Ugh. I’m going to go get a drink…It’s stuffy in here.
Walking in the kitchen, Baekhyun expected Sehun to have prepared something good like juice or water,
but when he got there, it was practically all booze. He walked around the kitchen, brushing through
people, looking for a cup. He couldn’t find any. Most of the people were drinking from cans or bottles.
Baekhyun decided to sit on an open stool and placed his head on the countertop. Ah, what the heck am I
doing here! Baekhyun thought. I don’t belong here obviously! Around him he could hear some people
whispering.

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“That guy’s drunk already?”
“Someone’s got low tolerance...”
Grimacing, Baekhyun lifted his head up a bit, but all he could see was red. He sat back up. A cup. A red
cup. That wasn’t there before, he noted. He took it and looked inside. Cautiously, he smelled it. When it
seemed clear, he took a small sip. It was water. When he found out it was water, he began to gulp it
down.
Chanyeol caught sight of Baekhyun when he was making his way to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but
take in Baekhyun’s appearance. This guy, Chanyeol groaned. A fucking V-neck. I can’t even…And what
the fuck is with those pants? Baekhyun owned those types of jeans? He’s just waiting to be jumped—
wait. What’s…what’s he looking for?
He watched as Baekhyun brushed and squeezed his way against people. He moved closer to see what he
was doing. Baekhyun was opening the pantry and some of the cabinets, looking for something. Chanyeol
was puzzled for a moment until it clicked. Baekhyun didn’t drink alcohol. He felt bad when Baekhyun
gave up so he went and found a plastic cup lying around. Chanyeol intended on immediately giving it
him until he realize that the reason why he invited Baekhyun over to one of his parties wasn’t to give
him water!
Chanyeol rushed to his dad’s office. He found a few couples in there and yelled that his parents’ areas
were off-limits. Once they evacuated, Chanyeol found a stick note and wrote on it, sticking it to the back
of the cup.

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After he finished with the water, Baekhyun suddenly took notice of the feeling of paper on his fingers.
He turned the cup around and saw a note with words written on it. He looked around, making sure that
he didn’t accidentally take someone’s cup. When he was convinced, he read the note and blushed.
Baek, meet me in my room, okay? We can talk there. It’s too loud down here. It’s the last door in the
right wing. I’ll see you there.
Baekhyun thought it was reasonable. It really way too loud in the lower level to talk, which didn’t bother
most of the people. They weren’t talking with words anyways. Baekhyun left his stool and headed up
the stairs.
Chanyeol watched Baekhyun, making sure he went down the ring wing. When he did, he smirked and
climbed up the stairs to get on the balcony, overlooking the party crowd. When he was on top, he
signaled the person on the stereo to turn it down a bit. “Everyone! Listen! King Chanyeol speaking!”
Almost immediately the crowd shut up. “Guess what time it is?”
“Black out hour!” the crowd shouted.
Chanyeol laughed. They knew. They’ve been there enough. “Black Out Hour begins now!” He moved
swiftly to a system pad on the wall next to him. It controlled basically most of the entire house. It’s
electricity, heating, air, security, anything. Chanyeol clicked a few options and set the lights on black out
for an hour. The lights dimmed to almost nothing and the only light alive was the colors on the crowd’s
shirt caused by the black light that Chanyeol begged his parents to get. That way, people could still see
each other in the dark, but it was the mystery of not knowing who you were dancing with that was
intriguing.

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But, Chanyeol had no interest in grinding against a stranger in the dark. He had Baekhyun for that.
A/n: This is chapter two. Uhhh Chapter 2 (this chapter) has been split up so I'm uploading another
chapter. That chapter will be rated M because it'll have some sexual intercourse in there (sorrryyy if you
dont like that) But I really appreciate the subs you guys ^_^ Thank you for the comments too.
Chapter 3
Black Out Hour
When Baekhyun entered the room, he was impressed with Sehun’s room. It was huge, but modern and
classy. He chuckled. What else did he expect from Oh Sehun other than a clean cut room like this? There
was no seating in the room so Baekhyun decided to sit in the corner of the bed. He didn’t put all his
weight on it though. He felt like he wasn’t even supposed to be on it.
Suddenly, Baekhyun heard muffled yelling from the door. But, because of the fact that this room was a
far distance away from the party epicenter, Baekhyun couldn’t hear exactly what was being said. Then,
the lights went out. All of them. The only light in the room was the one coming from the moon. Even
that wasn’t enough for Baekhyun.
A few moments later, the door opened and Baekhyun immediately stood up. “S-Sehun?” There was no
immediate answer. “Sehun, is that you?”

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“Yeah.”
Baekhyun breathed when he got an answer. “What happened? Why’d the lights sudden go out—”
He wasn’t able to finish. Sehun closed the distance between them and took Baekhyun’s lips with his.
Baekhyun was shocked and caught off guard. Sehun moved swiftly, making use of his hands to hold
Baekhyun’s face.
His heart was beating so fast. Sehun accepted him. Baekhyun couldn’t be any happier. A kiss…a kiss was
fine, Baekhyun thought even though this kiss was his first. He let Sehun guide in the dark. When Sehun’s
tongue finally asked for entrance, Baekhyun complied, trembling as he opened his mouth timidly. He
heard a chuckle then felt a tongue lick his lips. Baekhyun gasped, opening his mouth wider, giving Sehun
the opportunity the dart his tongue in Baekhyun’s mouth openly.
He was inexperienced, but Baekhyun was smart. He caught on. He began to kiss back, brushing his
tongue against Sehun’s purposely multiple times. This earned him a muffled groan. Then, Sehun
stopped. He pulled back, leaving Baekhyun confused.
Baekhyun wasn’t confused for long. Sehun took him up and threw him in the bed. It wasn’t long until
Baekhyun felt a body hover over him. Though he couldn’t see well, Sehun felt taller…bigger. The thought
didn’t stay long. Sehun’s tongue was back in his mouth. While feeling Sehun’s domineering mouth,
Baekhyun began to feel hands on the inside of his thighs, rubbing his legs up and down before being
spread and being occupied by Sehun.
Baekhyun broke the kiss when Sehun suddenly began to grind slow and hard on him. Baekhyun felt like
he’d explode. He’d never felt anything like this before. It was foreign and too pleasurable. The feel of
Sehun’s cock through those jeans didn’t do Baekhyun any good. Blood left his head and relocated to his
manhood. All of a sudden, he regretted wearing skin-tight jeans.
Sehun felt Baekhyun grow hard against his own constricted cock. He winced. The kiss was already
broken. Both of them were more preoccupied with what went on with their private parts. Physics did its
job. Sehun grinded harder and harder, creating more friction and frustration. He gave Baekhyun one

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more long hard kiss before pulling back away. He sat up and placed both of his hands all over
Baekhyun’s thighs and eventually his bulge, rubbing it through the fabric.
“Ngh…stop it,” Baekhyun said, breathing harder and harder. His hands tried to stop Sehun from teasing
him to oblivion, but Sehun used a hand to keep his away as he teasingly ran his teeth and bit the cock
through jeans.
There wasn’t much teasing after that. Baekhyun moaned even louder, breaking Sehun’s will even more.
He quickly unbuckled Baekhyun and urgently pulled his pants off of him. Pulling them off was a bit of a
trouble at first but it eventually got done. Once done, he quickly slipped out of his and went back in
between Baekhyun’s legs.
Sehun continued to use his tongue to pleasure Baekhyun’s mouth while his hands moved on his hard-on
and slipped between the boxers. The touch of Sehun’s fingers surprised Baekhyun. His cock twitched in
anticipation. The touch turned into a full on grab and Sehun began to stroke him as his tongue did some
stroking of its own.
It didn’t take long for Sehun to get rid of both of the last remaining thin fabric restricting their members
from rubbing each other raw. Sehun grabbed his member and took Baekhyun’s along and began to
thrust and move, creating friction between the oozing members.
Sehun decided to do Baekhyun a special offer. He took his index finger and began to circle around
Baekhyun’s slit before focusing on the slit itself. Baekhyun broke off and turned his head to the side. “Oh
god!” Baekhyun heard nothing but a small breathless chuckle.
“Okay,” Sehun whispered.
“Okay?” Baekhyun asked breathlessly. “Why’re you whispering?”
Sehun didn’t answer. He reached over to one of the drawers on the side of his bed and pulled it open
with force. His hand searched around until they found what they were looking for.

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The next thing Baekhyun knew, Sehun used a hand to spread his legs before lifting one up in the air,
exposing Baekhyun’s naked entrance to him. Then Baekhyun hissed in shock at the sudden cold feeling.
Sehun spread some lube around Baekhyun’s hole for precaution before lubing a finger and cautiously
slipping one in. He got what he wanted from Baekhyun. He was obviously responding the way Sehun
expected. Baekhyun’s leg wanted to come down, but Sehun’s hand kept it up and kept the legs spread.
Without notice, Sehun slipped another.
Two. Two fingers were in Baekhyun and he could feel his insides being stretched beyond belief. He
thought that he’d enough and this was the height of it all, but he was wrong. Sehun’s long fingers began
to move in and out. Slow at first, then harder and more vigorously. Pleasure surged through Baekhyun’s
body. His cock hurt from being too hard and precum was starting to secrete out of him.
The feeling of it all was becoming unbearable to Sehun. He pushed his fingers in hard, one last time,
before pulling the two digits out and replacing them with something that was triple their size. He
lubricated himself before pushing his cock’s head at Baekhyun’s entrance.
Baekhyun felt the fingers leave and felt something bigger push against him, entering him. He didn’t need
to look. In the dark, he knew that it was Sehun’s throbbing member.
Sehun took his time pushing himself in the tight space. He cursed under his breath. Baekhyun’s hole
was tighter than any girl he’d ever stuck his dick in for a quick fuck. His breath hitched when Baekhyun
subconsciously, for a moment, clenched his muscle, squeezing him even more. He knew he needed to
move before he came without even doing anything.
Baekhyun felt Sehun’s member behind to slide in and out of him. It was slow at first, which was what he
needed. He still felt a little bit of pain from being penetrated, which he never thought in a million years
would ever happen. But it was. And now Sehun was inside of him.
When Baekhyun stopped wincing here and there from initial pain and began to groan and moan for
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Baekhyun. Sehun grabbed Baekhyun by the hips and pulled him every time he would thrust, making
their bodies collide. Baekhyun cried out multiple times. When he tried to cover his screams with a pillow
or with the sheets, Sehun would have none of it.
“S-Sehun!” Baekhyun moaned. “Wh-what’s happenin? I feel like I’m gonna explode!”
The mere thought of Baekhyun nearing the edge gave Sehun that last and final push. He thrusted faster,
used one of his hands to jack Baekhyun off, and returned his lips and tongue on his mouth. All of
Baekhyun was occupied. It was all a triple threat.
Then, Baekhyun felt the greatest pleasure he’d ever felt in his life. Following that feeling was Sehun’s
cum filling him up. Sehun fell on top of him and Baekhyun could hear both of their breaths, broken and
heavy. When he started squirming, Sehun rolled off of him. Then he turned and grabbed Baekhyun, who
was beyond tired at this point, closer. The last thing Baekhyun remembered before falling asleep in the
bed was Sehun slipping his arm around his waist.
When Baekhyun’s breathing began to become more constant and Chanyeol knew for sure that the boy
he was holding was asleep, he slowly pulled his arm off and carefully got off the bed. In the dark, he
fumbled to find his underwear and pants. His shirt wasn’t necessary. Once he found his underwear—or
Baekhyun’s—and slipped on his pants, he carefully exited the room. As he walking down the hall, he tied
his belt in a messy manner, not even buckling it all the way.
He walked over to the house system and changed everything back. Black Out Hour was gonna have to
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“Party’s over!” Chanyeol yelled. The announcement caused an uproar. Chanyeol saw his friends in a
corner. They weren’t impressed either. “If you don’t get out, with the exception of those guys over
there,” he said, “I’m calling my guards.”
Grumbling, everyone knew better than the mess with the rich kid so they all left. It took about twenty
minutes until every one of them vacated. It took a while to rat out the ones in the rooms. Then a few
more as their cars had to be retrieved from parking. When it was all said and done, Chanyeol was left
half naked, with a trashed house, and three friends.
“What kind of stunt was that shit?” Kai wanted to know. The Kris and Kai of them followed Chanyeol as
he walked passed them, heading for the kitchen. Sehun was passed out on the couch with his shirt
flipped up over his face from the girls feeling him up in his state on unconsciousness.
“It was too loud,” Chanyeol replied. He went to the fridge and took out a beer can and opened it.
“When has that ever stopped you? No one’s gonna come to any of your parties now, dude,” Kris said.
“Yeah they will,” Chanyeol said, taking a sip from the can. “People like that always flock to money.
They’ll be back. I just don’t need them tonight though. Tonight’s not the night to wake others up.”
Kai and Kris stared at Chanyeol for a moment before Kris commented on his appearance. “We’re just
gonna take a wild guess here, but you just left someone sleeping upstairs, didn’t you?”
“Yup.”
“Damn it, Yeol! What the hell! Throw that sleeping slut out instead of kicking out the rest of your
guests!” Kai fumed. He ruffled his hair, frustrated. He was drunk, he wanted to have some fun, and that
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Kris and Chanyeol watched as Kai stumbled out the kitchen. “Drive him home,” Chanyeol told Kris. “He
can leave my house angry, but I don’t want him dead.”
“Okay. What about Sehun?”
“Take him, too. I’ll get someone to drive their cars back to their house.”
“Sounds like a plan then,” Kris said. He took his car keys out of his pocket and began to leave. “You
know, whoever’s up there must interest you a hell of a lot considering you just committed social
suicide.”
Chanyeol smirked. “You bet your ass this person interests me, Kris. This person’s mine.”
A/N: I hope you understand why Sehun was done like Sehun. If you dont, then I'm just gonna have to
say, sorry, but that wasn't BaekHan happening right there. OTL
Anyways if you're gonna say something bad about the smut part, let me just say that this is my first time
writing a smut part like ever im not kidding u gais omg im gonna go die now omfggggg im sorry ;__; I
couldnt even write a kissing scene in any of my other fanfics and then I do this so dont judge me too
bad, okay? ^^
anyways, yeah. I hope you liked these two chapters, that was rlly suppose to just be 1 chapter lol :)

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Chapter 4
The Morning After
Chanyeol turned the knob of his door and quietly crept back into his room. He made his way over to the
side of the bed where Baekhyun’s body was curled, naked. He had kicked the covers off in the time
Chanyeol got out of bed to get some coffee and order some breakfast down in the kitchen. Chanyeol
smirked at the sight in front of him, at the kid who he spent all night spooning bare. He was lying on his
side with his stark-naked ass out for Chanyeol’s eyes to eat.
The temptation was too much for Chanyeol’s hormonal self to tame. He moved toward the nearest table
and set down his cup of coffee. Immediately, he went and retrieved the lubricant tube. Picking it off the
floor, Chanyeol chuckled at himself, remembering how embarrassed he was the day before when he
quickly bought it from a local general store.
While walking over to Baekhyun’s side, Chanyeol took the cap off and spread the slippery substance on
his finger. He sat on the side of the bed, and then gently moved one of Baekhyun’s legs forward, toward
him, spreading his butt cheeks little by little until what Chanyeol desired was clear for the taking. When
Baekhyun rustled a bit in his sleep, Chanyeol froze, expecting Baekhyun to wake up. When he didn’t,
Chanyeol continued on. His finger circled Baekhyun’s entrance, touching the rim and gently pushing the
finger against it. When he felt like it was right, he slipped the finger in.
The feeling of something warm and long, slipping in and out of him, made Baekhyun squirm in his sleep.
“ Ngh…Sehun…” he whimpered. God, what is that…Baekhyun slowly started to wake up. “Sehun,
stop…My ass still hurts—”
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Suddenly, Baekhyun’s eyes flew open and turned toward the direction of the voice. Baekhyun’s heart
froze when his eyes focused and saw that the person sitting beside him on the bed wasn’t Sehun. He
elevated himself with his elbows and scooted in frantic desperation away from Chanyeol, pulling away
from his hand, making the finger slip out of him.
“Aw. And here I thought that you liked my fingers probing your hole,” Chanyeol tsked.
Baekhyun gave a look of frightened prey. “Where’s Sehun?”
Chanyeol chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Still asking for that brat, are you?” He pushed himself off the
bed and retrieved his coffee from the table while quickly sanitizing his finger with a bottle of Purell on
the desk. “If you wanna know, he passed out last night pretty early, which is a bit unusual. Anyways, Kris
took him back to his house.”
“N-no…This is his house!” Baekhyun cried. His voice cracked. “And this is his room! So what’re you doing
in here!?”
“Have I told you how I love the way you look right now,” Chanyeol drawled, distracted by Baekhyun’s
nakedness.
Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He quickly looked around him and pulled the blankets to cover his entire
body. Unfortunately for him, Chanyeol could still see the outline of his cock, making him grin even more.
“Answer me, Park Chanyeol!”
Chanyeol raised a brow. “Ah, you know who I am?”
“Of course I do, idiot!”
Chanyeol lost his grin for a moment. “Hey! Who’s the idiot here!? You know who I am, but you don’t
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“How the fuck am I supposed to know where you live!?”
Chanyeol groaned. God, for a top student, he fucking lacked in common sense, Chanyeol thought.
Waving his cup around causing the liquid to spill a bit here and there, Chanyeol showcased the room.
“Well, you’re in my house, Baek! And you’re in my bed.” When Baekhyun stared blankly at him as that
set in, Chanyeol then pointed his mug at him. “You probably have my dried-up cum trails on the
backside of your legs, too. You’re welcome to check. Bathroom’s over there.”
C-Cum trails…But…he didn't…Baekhyun felt like everything was closing in on him. He started to breathe
faster and became panicked, looking around the room as if trying to find an immediate exit from the
place. Maybe the window. Oh my god… “Cum—No, no, no. I slept with Sehun last night, Park! Not you!”
Baekhyun said, raising his voice. He suddenly threw the covers away, baring himself naked in front of
Chanyeol. He knew this and quickly searched for his clothes, but he couldn’t find them anywhere. The
room was perfect and clean. Nothing was on the floor. Not a thing was out of place.
Despite how he wished he had clothes on, Baekhyun turned around, naked, to Chanyeol. “Park
Chanyeol! Give me my clothes back!”
Chanyeol decided to play. “I don’t know where your clothes are at, Baek. Why don’t you go ask Oh
Sehun since it was him you were romping around in the dark last night with.”
“It was him!”
“If you wanna force yourself to believe that, Baek, fine,” Chanyeol told him, smirking. “But if you wanna
know for sure, why don’t we wipe some of that dried semen off of you and send it off to a laboratory
and get some DNA testing on it. I can’t say the odds are in Sehun’s favor though.”
“Stop it,” Baekhyun said, his voice breaking. Shit. Now’s not the time to cry, you sissy puss, Baekhyun
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Chanyeol studied Baekhyun for a moment before moving. He went and disappeared for a while and later
came back with folded up clothes. He held them out to Baekhyun, who was quick to grab them.
“These aren’t mine—”
“People are washing your clothes right now. So either wear those or walk around stark. The choice is
yours, because I don’t really care,” Chanyeol said, shrugging.
Having no other choice seeing as how he didn’t want to be naked any longer, Baekhyun quickly changed
into the clothes Chanyeol provided: sweats and a hoodie. “Where’s the underwear?” he asked.
“Oh, I see,” Chanyeol said, raising a brow and grinning. “You wanna wear my underwear now?”
“Forget it, you jerk!” Baekhyun growled. “I’m leaving.” Then he remembered… “Car keys. Where’re my
car keys…”
“Downstairs, Baek. Ask my butler.”
“Butler,” Baekhyun grumbled. “Stupid rich kid.” He turned and headed toward the door. He grabbed the
handle and yanked it open with unnecessary force.
Chanyeol followed Baekhyun, still carrying his coffee which had grown cold. “Yah, stay for breakfast,
Baek,” he said from behind.
Baekhyun turned his head. “Like hell! Why would I stay for breakfast with you!?”
“Cause we had sex in my house, in my bed, and you’re my guest,” Chanyeol said. “And the cook made
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“I don’t want any.”
“I’ve got muffins, Baek!”
“Keep your damn muffins!” Baekhyun reached the stairs and hurriedly began the descent. Chanyeol
followed.
“But they’re so much better when you eat them with someone though!”
“Up yours, Park!”
“Are you implying you wanna top me next time?” Chanyeol teased.
“Freaking…No!” Baekhyun yelled. He realized too late how his voice echoed in the house.
“Baby, you don’t need to lie—Yah!”
In the midst of his hurry, Baekhyun’s foot missed the step and touched nothing, but air, causing him to
fall. Luckily, they were practically at the bottom. Chanyeol tsked and set the cup on the floor before
grabbing Baekhyun by the arm, helping him up. “Use the handrails, smart one. They’re there for a
reason.”
Grunting, Baekhyun pulled his arm away. “Don’t touch me …”
Chanyeol looked him over while his butler came over. “Get him his car.” To Baekhyun, he asked, “What
kind of car is it?” When Baekhyun didn’t answer, Chanyeol said, “If you’re not gonna say anything, I’m
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After glaring at him, Baekhyun told the servant what type of car he had. When the butler left, Baekhyun
refused to look at Chanyeol. Chanyeol, having none of that, wrapped his arms around Baekhyun, causing
him to tense. “Ah, Baek, don’t be like that. I’m being lenient on you right now.”
“Get off of me, Park Chanyeol!” Baekhyun told him, trying to shrug him off.
Ignoring him, Chanyeol only held a bit tighter. “Quit acting like such a brat, Baek,” Chanyeol muttered.
“Be grateful that I’m letting you even walk out of here…” Then he whispered in his ear, “…Because if I
could have things my way, we’d still be upstairs and it’d be more than my finger inside that tight little
hole of yours.”
Baekhyun didn’t want to. He didn’t. But he ended up blushing. Hating himself, he conjured up the
strength to wretch himself from Chanyeol’s grasp. Chanyeol, surprised, burst out laughing at the smaller
guy. “Shut up, Chanyeol! Just shut up! This was a one-time thing! A mistake, really!”
“Oh, you’re finally admitting that it was me you were fornicating with last night!?” Chanyeol said
excitedly. “Oh, Baek! Come here!” he cried, trying to pull Baekhyun in for a hug, but Baekhyun avoided
the giant’s attempt.
“God! Don’t touch me again! How many times do I have to tell you that!?” Baekhyun made a beeline for
the door while Chanyeol continued to follow his little prey. “Hell. I’m leaving. I’m not gonna wait for
your servants to drive my car around,” he growled as he opened the door and walked out.
Following, Chanyeol said, “No one said you had to wait.” He took a place next to Baekhyun as they stood
in the front of the house. “They’re pulling up your car anyways.”
“Thank god,” Baekhyun said, exasperated.
Baekhyun was about to run for his car until Chanyeol grabbed him by the arm and pushed him to the
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Baekhyun accidentally let out a moan. Screw this no-underwear shit! he thought. As quick as it was
brought on him, Chanyeol let Baekhyun go. He pulled him off the wall, gave him a small push towards
his car, and slapped his butt.
“I’ll see you at school, Baek!” his deep voice called.
Die, Park Chanyeol. Die, die, die! Baekhyun kept repeating to himself.
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun hurried off into his car and hastily drove off. He didn’t go back into the
house until the car was out of sight. “Most interesting morning-after I’ve ever had,” Chanyeol said to
himself, satisfied.
A/N: ERGHH Okay I'm sorry if this chapter disappointed you :( BUT I do want to say, thank you for
subbing my lame story omggg ;__; and commenting umfff Salamat Muchos, you gais~ and for whoever
voted this story up, omg, bless your soul (｀・ω・´)
Chapter 5

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In-School Encounters and Liars
Monday. Baekhyun never really had anything against it since going to school didn’t really bother him,
but god damn it! Baekhyun dreaded this Monday. He rolled out of bed and did his daily routine before
heading to school. He had his car taken away for being out all night so he had to hitch a ride with
Kyungsoo to what he knew was impending humiliation.
At his locker, Baekhyun was looking over some of his notes when Chanyeol stuck his head from behind
the locker’s swinging door. “Morning, Baek.” Baekhyun refused to acknowledge him. “Does your you-
know-what still hurt or what?”
Baekhyun froze. “Shut up, Park. That was days ago…”
“I know.” Chanyeol held up two fingers. “See? Two days, excluding today.” Then he put his hand back
down. “Anyways, I’m surprised nothing hurts. I heard that it’s supposed to hurt for a while. At least
that’s what I read.”
Finally, Baekhyun turned to face Chanyeol. “Why’re you even talking to me? We don’t know each other.
We just know each other’s names—no!” Baekhyun held up a hand when Chanyeol was going to
interrupt. “Don’t say that we know each other’s ‘bodies’ because we don’t. What happened was a
mistake, got it?”
Chanyeol shrugged indifferently. “Sorry that I’m not Sehun, Baek.”
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Chanyeol laughed. “How? He’s all you ever talk about. Look, I know that you’re in love with him, Baek,
but give it up. He’s not for you.”
“Wha—Why would you say that I love him?” Baekhyun gave him a confused face. A face that was
scared of getting the answer that he was thinking himself.
Chanyeol pulled out the letter from his front pocket. It had become folded and scrunched since the
Tuesday he got it. “I got your little, uh, confession.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He grabbed for the piece of worn out paper, but Chanyeol lifted the paper
even more out of his reach. “But…but I put that in his locker!”
“You’re so adorable, Byun Baekhyun,” Chanyeol commented, saying Baekhyun’s full name. “That was
my locker, babe. You should really stop mistaking Sehun-ah and me.”
“That letter wasn’t meant for you, Chanyeol.”
“Mmm, sure, but it was in my locker. Anything that accidentally finds itself on my lap is mine, Baek.
That includes you,” Chanyeol decreed, smirking. He playfully pinched Baekhyun’s nose and, as if on cue,
the bell rang. Chanyeol closed the speechless Baekhyun’s locker and lightly tapped his cheek twice.
“Don’t be late for class! I’ll take you home after school so you can tell that friend of yours that you
already have a ride.” With that, Chanyeol turned and started walking to where he needed to be, leaving
Baekhyun without the power of speech.
When Baekhyun stumbled into class the last minute, the first person he made eye contact with was
Sehun. The connection lasted for a few seconds before Sehun turned his head the other way to stare out
the window. Baekhyun had to snap himself out of the daze before he would be left awkwardly staring at
the back of Sehun’s head in front of the entire class.
Class went on as usual. The teacher was talking about something important. A project? Assignment?
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smile, and body, and…and other stuff. The teacher started calling people’s names, but Baekhyun’s eyes
and mind had moved on over to Sehun. They weren’t put in the same class last year, which disappointed
him, but this year, it was like déjà vu for Baekhyun. He sighed. I’m right back where I freaking started!
Baekhyun grimaced.
“Byun Baekhyun! Oh Sehun!” the teacher called.
Immediately, Baekhyun’s eyes shot back to the front of the room. He zoned out so much he wasn’t even
up to date with what the teacher was talking about. “Y-Yeah?”
“You and Sehun are partners for the research project.”
Baekhyun’s heart fell on the floor. He couldn’t believe it. They rarely ever got partner projects and when
they did, no matter how hard he wished, he never got Sehun as a partner.
He looked over to Sehun who didn’t appear to be caring as usual. Baekhyun shrugged it off. Sehun was
just being Sehun.
For the next hour, the class was allowed to collaborate with their partners on the project. Baekhyun
decided to save Sehun the trouble when he began to get out of his chair to walk on over to him.
Baekhyun put a hand in front of him and waved him away. “No, no! I can go there.”
Sehun stared at the boy for a minute before hesitantly sitting back down. Baekhyun scurried to gather
his note book and his pencils. He was flimsy. Just when he reached Sehun, he accidentally dropped his
pencil holder. He was about to crouch down when Sehun got to it first, leaning from his chair, picked it
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“Thanks,” Baekhyun said, trying not to waver his voice from the nervousness.
Sehun cocked his head, in-avertedly telling him that it was fine. Baekhyun nodded and set his things
down on the desk next to Sehun and dragged it over closer to him. When everything was done,
Baekhyun asked, “So when can I come over to your house?” Sehun turned his head and gave Baekhyun a
questioning look. “I-I mean, for the project. We should work outside of school! Wait, I’m…I don’t mean
to pressure you to take me in—you know what, never mind. We can, uh, go to my house—or the library.
Yeah, the, uh, library’s fine.”
Sehun kept silent while Baekhyun flustered. When he was done, he glanced away, shaking his head.
Baekhyun was beginning to feel depressed from his stupid word-spasm, but then he heard Sehun laugh
under his breath. He looked and saw that Sehun still wasn’t facing him. He smiled a bit. Sehun was
embarrassed…Ah! What’ does he have to be embarrassed about!? Baekhyun thought. I’m the one who
was sputtering words out like an idiot!
“Ah…My house is fine,” Sehun spoke. Baekhyun could’ve died then. He’d never heard Sehun speak
before. Hearing him speak one or two words didn’t count as “hearing him speak”.
Baekhyun nodded. “Alright. Um, when?”
Sehun shrugged. “Maybe Wednesday.”
“Okay.”
After that, Sehun retreated back to silent mode and Baekhyun, feeling more comfortable, decided to fill
the time in by talking about what they should research, how their project should look, and what sort of
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Physical Education was the last thing of Baekhyun’s classes. He hated racing for the showers after P.E. It
was pointless. Like always, Baekhyun let the other boys go first. He didn’t get into the shower until the
locker room was almost vacant and school had officially rung its bell for the students to go home. Before
Baekhyun knew it, he was the only one left. He didn’t mind. He liked this silence at the very end of the
day.
Chanyeol waited and waited. The bell had rung practically ten minutes ago and Baekhyun was still
nowhere in sight. He wasn’t in the locker hall. He checked. Two times.
Kris saw Chanyeol wandering the halls and caught up with him. “Yeol! You wanna go to Kai’s house?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Okay,” Kris said, starting to head out. When he saw that Chanyeol wasn’t following him like he
expected, he waved a hand. “Earth to Chanyeol! You coming or what?”
Chanyeol spared a glance at Kris in his the midst of his search and answered him as he began to move in
the opposite direction. “Yeah! You go on first. I have some other stuff to do.”
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Soon after, Kris left Chanyeol and Chanyeol was back to searching. He was about to go check Baekhyun’s
classroom again when a kid with big eyes bumped into him on the way there.
“Yah!”
“S-sorry!” the kid quickly apologized immediately after realizing he just bumped into The Chanyeol.
“You should’ve—hey. Wait, a minute,” Chanyeol said when the kid tried to bypass him. “You’re Baek’s
friend. The one who gave him the ride this morning. What’s your name?”
“Kyungsoo.”
“Okay, Kyungsoo. Do you know where he is?” Chanyeol asked kindly, smiling as an incentive.
“Uh, yeah,” Kyungsoo replied, feeling a bit more comfortable now that Chanyeol was smiling and
speaking more nicely. “He’s probably in the locker room. I was going to go get him because I—”
“No, no,” Chanyeol replied quickly. Now that he knew where Baekhyun was, he wanted to rush over
there as fast as he could. “I’ll take him home.”
“But he asked me to—”
“Right. He asked you, but I’m telling you that I’ll be the one taking him home today, okay, Kyungie?”
Chanyeol said. Though he said it sweetly, the undertone was pretty clear. Chanyeol would drive
Baekhyun home.
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Chanyeol patted the boy on his back before rushing off to the locker room to retrieve his Baekhyun.
Baekhyun turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around his lower half, gathered his shower things,
and stepped out, heading toward the benches. When he reached the bench where his bag was at, his
hair was still dripping wet. He forgot to take an extra towel for his hair so Baekhyun decided he was
gonna have to deal with it for now. He moved his bangs out of his face, placing them off to the side,
leaving his forehead uncovered. He began to sing a song as he pulled out his clothes to change back into.
He took them out of the bag and placed them on the bench.
Baekhyun stopped singing when he felt arms snake around his waist from behind him and a face resting
on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw the face of the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker that’d been
tormenting him. “Freaking—Chanyeol!” he cried. He tried to pry Chanyeol’s hands and fingers off of
him, but his hands were nothing against the bigger guy. “What’re you doing!?”
Chanyeol ignored his question. “What kind of shampoo do you use, Baek? Cause it smells good on you.”
“Chanyeol, let—Ngh.” Baekhyun left his train of thought when one of Chanyeol’s hands found its way
to his chest and sensitive buds. “Wha—what’re you doing…ngh…s-stop.”
“Mmm, I don’t wanna.”
Chanyeol’s hand left Baekhyun’s nipples alone all of a sudden when both of them began to move lower
beneath the waist line. Baekhyun’s hands immediately shot down and gripped themselves onto
Chanyeol’s as if to rip them off, but they didn’t. Eventually Chanyeol’s hand unraveled the towel around
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“Chanyeol!”
“Baek,” Chanyeol purred before giving Baekhyun suckling kisses on his neck. “What’re you doing being
sexy here in school? Someone other than me could’ve came in here and attacked you,” he said in
between the kisses.
Baekhyun couldn’t reply fast enough before Chanyeol’s hands split up. One began to stroke his
manhood while the other one shot back upward, rolling his hardened nipples. Baekhyun bit his lip. Shit,
shit, shit. He tried to keep himself from getting hard, but Chanyeol’s hand was really making it hard to
resist it all.
“Turn your head to me, Baek,” Chanyeol said. Baekhyun, under irregular circumstances, did as he was
told. All Chanyeol had to do was crane and bend his head a bit and Baekhyun’s mouth linked with his.
As Chanyeol continued to pump Baekhyun’s cock, Baekhyun wrapped an arm, holding Chanyeol’s head
to his.
Fuck. Chanyeol broke the kiss, rasping and began to stroke faster. He could feel his own member coming
alive. He didn’t want to take Baekhyun right then and there. It would only make Baekhyun upset when
all the pleasure had come and gone. He needed to take this little vixen home, but he wasn’t going to
send him home with an erect, unsatisfied hard on.
Chanyeol stroked and rub Baekhyun more strongly. “Chan…Chanyeol!” Baekhyun cried as he reached
the verge and spilled his cum on Chanyeol’s hand, the bench and floor. His knees felt weak, but luckily
for him, Chanyeol held him upright with an arm, using his body as more support.
Gently, Chanyeol set Baekhyun on the bench before bending down to grab the fallen towel and covering
Baekhyun with it. The two said nothing to each other in the time duration that Chanyeol went and
grabbed some paper towels to wipe the cum off his hand and clean the area that their sexual encounter
happened at. Chanyeol decided to help Baekhyun back into his clothes and Baekhyun let him.

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After getting Baekhyun in his underwear and pants, Chanyeol helped him slip his shirt back on. “Your
hair’s still wet, Baek. Want me to dry it off?”
“With what?”
“That,” Chanyeol said, nodding in the direction of the towel.
“Ew. No,” Baekhyun replied. “That touched…that touched the floor.”
“Of course,” Chanyeol said.
When Chanyeol bent down to help Baekhyun put his shoes back on, Baekhyun shooed him away. “I can
do it.” Then, after he finished with one shoe, in the midst of doing the other, Baekhyun groaned. “Damn
it! Kyungsoo! I forgot about him! I gotta hurry—”
“He already left.”
“Wha—No. You’re probably confusing him with someone els—”
Chanyeol sighed. “Does he have big eyes and an innocent face that could ask a king for the moon and
get it if he wanted? Cause, yeah. I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same guy.”
“He left!?” Baekhyun hurriedly finished off tying his shoes and began grabbing his things in order.
“Why!? He was my ride home and I didn’t bring enough money for the bus! Ugh! I gotta go, Park.”

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“Wait! Baek!” Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun’s forearm when he began to leave. “I told you I’d take you
home today, didn’t I?”
Baekhyun didn’t immediately pull away. “When?”
“This morning, babe. Come on now,” Chanyeol said, smirking.
Baekhyun studied the idiot-jerk-ass-fucker’s face momentarily. “Fine...” When Chanyeol’s face lit up, he
was quick to add: “But this is a one-time thing, Park!”
“You should really stop saying everything you do with me is a one-time thing, Baek,” Chanyeol
chuckled. “Look where we’re at right now.”
Realizing that Chanyeol was still touching him, Baekhyun wriggled his arm free and hugged his things to
his chest and looked away. “You talk too much.” When Chanyeol didn't move, Baekhyun looked back at
him. “What’re you waiting for? Let’s go to your car. After delaying me so damn bad that Kyungsoo
actually left, the least you could do is give me a ride and take me home without saying weird things.”
Chanyeol cocked his head to the right and shrugged. Ah, Kyungsoo didn't leave because we were
wasting time jacking you off, Baek... Smiling at the boy in front of him, Chanyeol cooed. “Ah, say please.”
“Like hell I will.”
Chanyeol only stood there, not moving, giving him a look, trying to coerce him into saying the one word.
When Baekhyun knew he wasn’t going to win the battle, he grumbled a bit before eventually saying it.
“Please.”
Satisfied, Chanyeol led the way to his car, often times looking back to see if Baekhyun was still trailing
after him and hadn’t gone running off elsewhere. He hadn’t.

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The ride was awkward, but not as awkward as Baekhyun thought it could’ve been. Chanyeol didn’t play
any music so the only thing they heard was silence, except for when Chanyeol asked for his address.
Baekhyun thought about giving his address to Chanyeol since he was driving him home, but decided he
didn’t want Chanyeol to know where he slept at night. In the end, Baekhyun ended up giving the
address to his friend Luhan’s house who lived only a block from him.
When they got there, Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun. “No good-bye kiss?”
“How about a punch in the face for what you did back there,” Baekhyun replied.
Chanyeol pretended to think about it. “You can keep the fist. I want your lips.”
“You’re getting a simple good-bye.” Baekhyun unbuckled himself, slipped his backpack on, grabbed his
P.E bag and then opened the door. “Good-bye,” he said plainly as he got out.
“You’re no fun!” Chanyeol said laughing. When Baekhyun shot him an annoyed look, he took it all back.
“Just kidding, Baek! You have no idea how fun you are.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he shut the door. He began to walk to the front door. When he glanced
back, he saw that Chanyeol was still there.
Chanyeol rolled down the window and yelled, “I’m just waiting to see if my little Baek makes it in
safely!”
“Fucking…ugh,” Baekhyun mumbled. He kept walking toward the door, hoping the Luhan would play
along once he answered the door.

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Baekhyun hit the door bell and waited for a minute before he heard someone from behind the door
turning the knob. He sighed in relief when he saw that it was Luhan. “Baek!” Luhan cried, throwing his
arms around him. “Wah, what’re you doing here!?”
“Uh, I’ll explain later. Can I come in?” Baekhyun asked.
“Sure! Come on!” Luhan’s eyes moved from Baekhyun to the car sitting in front of his house. “Who’s
that? A friend?” Luhan began waving his arm. “Hey! Hey there!”
“Aish, stop it, Lulu,” Baekhyun said, pulling Luhan’s arms down. “Come on.” He brushed his way past
Luhan, who followed right after he received a wave back from the person inside the car.
When Chanyeol was at Kai’s house drinking one up with the rest of his friends, the curiosity of wanting
to know who the boy that Baekhyun hugged back there was eating him up. He eventually asked his
friends. “Yah, do you guys know who Byun Baekhyun is?”
Kris and Kai shook their head. Sehun was the only one who nodded. “Yeah. Smart kid.”
“Does he have any siblings?”
Sehun threw him a look. “Fuck, I don’t know. Why would I? He’s just some kid in my class.”
“Oh...Sorry I asked,” Chanyeol grumbled.

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There was a moment of silence. “Why do you wanna know?” Kai asked.
“Eh…I don’t know,” Chanyeol shrugged. “I saw him with this guy at his house. They didn’t really seem
to look like…siblings. Kinda, I mean…A little bit, but I just know that they’re not.”
“Odd,” Kris commented.
“What’d this guy look like?” Sehun wanted to know.
“Eh…From what I saw, blonde...tall…Baekhyun called him Lulu, which I’m pretty sure was just a
nickna—”
“Luhan,” Sehun said surely. “Luhan’s nickname is Lulu. He’s blonde, too. He fits your shitty
description.”
“Oh…so they’re not siblings?”
Sehun shook his head. “Luhan’s an only child.”
“So what was he doing at Baek’s house then?” Chanyeol asked, though it was more like he was asking
himself.
“Yeol, it’s not fucking illegal to visit someone,” Kai pointed out.
Ignoring Kai, Sehun asked, “Where’d you see these two together again?”
“At Baek’s house.”

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“Which is at?”
Chanyeol proceeded to tell Sehun the address that Baekhyun told him.
When Sehun heard the address, he shook his head. “Uh, that’s Luhan’s house, Yeol. Been there a couple
times for some stuff, but that’s Luhan’s fucking house. Pretty sure the house has his parents’ names on
it.” Sehun took one last drink from his can before crushing it as much as he could and throwing onto a
growing pile. “I don’t know what Byun Baekhyun was doing telling you that he lived there.”
Chanyeol could say the same thing.
A/N : Okay I hope this doesnt suck butt too much. I went overboard, yo. I wrote 3,200+ words ew. Sorry
for making it too long omfg ew but I probably wont be able to update tomorrow (gotta study for that
Euro and Physics stuff). So I hope you like??? Maybe?? No. Okay. PS: Im sorry for making awkward love
scenes //Hides away in shame//
Thank you for your comments and subs ;_; Please keep it up lol ^^ I have California state testing
tomorrow but we can do whatever we want the rest of the time so I'll write the next chapter after that.
^^
bye bye for now :) pps: sorry for any spelling.grammar errors :(

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Chapter 6
Drowning Wednesday
Wednesday came around pretty quickly. Baekhyun avoided Chanyeol all day on Tuesday and he was still
going pretty strong despite the annoyed looks he kept receiving from across the cafeteria. When Tao
sat down at the table, making an exasperated sound, Baekhyun tore his eyes away from Chanyeol.
“I’m dead, you guys!” Tao cried. “I don’t know what to do! I-I didn’t mean to do it!”
Baekhyun kept eating, but glanced on over to Suho, who was usually the expert at handling situations.
“Calm down, Tao. What’re you going on about?”
“I kicked Kris Wu in the face!” Tao said with his shoulders hanging.
Suho, Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun gawked at him. “You kicked him in the face!?” Kyungsoo burst out.
“Well, we were playing soccer, right? I wasn’t able to aim the ball in the correct direction so I ended up
kicking the ball in his face!”
“Did you at least apologize?” Baekhyun asked.
“Yeah! I mean, I was…I was going to, but—”

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Suho groaned. “Tao…”
“You don’t understand, though!” Tao cried. “He kept screaming at me! I couldn’t even get one word in!
He called me a fucking wack-job and told me that my faggot ass needed to go die! He said he’d rip my
earrings out, Suho.” Tao subconsciously covered his ears. “I…I didn’t know what else to do but to call
him a fucker and then try my best to walk away.”
“Did you walk away?”
“Y-Yeah…” Tao looked down. “After I picked the ball up and purposely smashed it in his face…” he
mumbled.
The three remained silent. Baekhyun put his food down. “Am I the only one who thinks that he deserved
it the second time around?”
“Fucking Wu did deserve it!” Tao said. “But damn it…he’s gonna come back and kill me for it, I swear.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Kris growled. “I’m gonna rip that kid to shreds if it’s the last fucking thing I
do.”
“Who?” Kai asked, looking around.

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“That little panda shit over there!” Kris barked, pointing over at Baekhyun’s table.
“Baek?” Chanyeol asked, a little bit concerned over the possibility.
“No!” Kris replied. “The kid sitting across from him! The one with the freak earrings!” Kris began to feel
his cheek. “Shit. It’s bad, right? My face looks red, doesn’t it? Fuck. I feel like it’s bloated!”
“Calm the fuck down, Wu,” Sehun told him. “It’s not that fucking bad.”
Kris scowled. “Ugh, you don’t get it. None of you do!” Suddenly, he shot up. “Fuck this. I’m going home.”
“What about class?” Sehun smirked. The question was more like a mock question. School was a
secondary priority between all of them.
“Like I give a shit right now,” Kris mumbled before leaving for home.
Afterschool, Baekhyun caught up with Kyungsoo and asked him for a ride to Sehun’s house, which he
scribbled down on a piece of paper. Kyungsoo happily obliged to do him the favor. During the car ride,
Baekhyun’s phone began to vibrate. He fumbled around in his seat trying to get the phone out from his
back pocket. When he unlocked it, he saw that he received a text from an unknown number.

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From: [Unknown Number]
Hey, Baek!
Baekhyun frowned at the two-worded text from the unidentified number.
From: Baekhyun:
Hey. Can I ask who this is?
It’s your man, babe ;)
Baekhyun stiffened. Kyungsoo glanced over and saw Baekhyun’s face, wondering what the text said that
made he look that way. Baekhyun held the cellphone in both of his hands now, doing nothing, but
staring at it. Then, after a few seconds he asked the inevitable.
From: Baekhyun
How the freak did you get my number!!!??
It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to get a reply.

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Your friend Kyungsoo’s a really nice guy, Baek!
Baekhyun scowled. But then, he got another text.
But don’t you dare cheat on me with him and his big ey—
Baekhyun deleted that message. Park Chanyeol was an idiot. A manipulative one. Baekhyun turned his
attention to Kyungsoo. “Kyung! Why!?”
Confused, Kyungsoo glanced at him, making sure he wasn’t too distracted from the road. “Wha—what?
What’s happening?”
“You gave my number to that giant!” Baekhyun said. “That idiot-jerk-ass-fucker!”
“W-Who is this again?” Kyungsoo asked.
“Park Chanyeol!”
“Oh…He said that you guys were working on a proj—”
“Kyung, we’re not even in the same class!”
“I didn’t know! I’m sorry!” Kyungsoo apologized, fretting. His grip on the steering wheel became even
harder.

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“It’s fine! It’s fine!” Baekhyun cried, fearing that Kyungsoo’s sudden distress was going to get them
both killed. “It’s okay! I’ll just deal with him.”
“Deal with him?” Kyungsoo pulled the car over. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a
conversation he should have while driving. “What do you mean?” When Baekhyun didn’t answer,
Kyungsoo shoved him lightly on the shoulder. “Byun!”
“Kyungsoo, you promise not to tell anyone?” Baekhyun asked nervously. “Or kill me? Or anything?”
“Yeah! I won’t tell,” Kyungsoo assured. Baekhyun believed him. Kyungsoo was pretty trustworthy and
loyal. “You know I won’t blab about it, so just tell me.”
“Well…Okay.” Baekhyun scrunched his face and was silent for a moment. “I might’ve accidentally
fornicated with Park.” When Kyungsoo opened his mouth to say something, Baekhyun stopped him.
“But the thing is that he won’t leave me alone!” Baekhyun buried his face in his hands.
Kyungsoo was quiet for a moment. “So…what do you mean by accidentally? It’s not like you just tripped
and fell on his you-know-what, right?” Kyungsoo gave a nervous laugh. He really didn’t know what to
think.
“Ugh…it was a blur,” Baekhyun said. It was a lie, though. It wasn’t. He wasn’t drunk. He was just blind
in the dark. “I never should’ve gone to that party,” he groaned.
“Wait, you went to one of his parties!?” Kyungsoo asked with his eyes wide.
“Yeah, but Kyung, I—”

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“Why didn’t I see you there?” Baekhyun was confused. What!? “Wait…you were accidentally making
love with him upstairs, weren’t you?”
Baekhyun cringed at the words. Making Love. He never had a feel for them. They were too intimate. Too
old fashioned. Too romantic to fit his situation with Chanyeol. Then something clicked. “Wait—were
you at the party!?”
“Yeah, someone invited me so I went…”
“Kyung, you don’t belong with those people.”
“Then what were you doing there?” Kyungsoo questioned. “I just wanted to fit in a bit…I don’t know.”
Kyungsoo started the car and got back on the road again. “I’ve been thinking about going to the gym,
Baek. Girls like guys who have nice bodies, right?”
“I like you the way you are, Kyung. You’re squishy.” Baekhyun said.
“Yeah, but girls don’t like squishy guys,” Kyungsoo mumbled. Before Baekhyun knew it, Kyungsoo had
pulled up to Sehun’s house.
“Thanks, Kyung,” Baekhyun smiled. “I owe you one.”
“Uh, you had sex with Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo scoffed. “You don’t have to owe me anything.” Kyungsoo
smirked and waved. “I’ll see you later, Baek. Should I come pick you up?”
Baekhyun thought about it. “No. I can get another ride.”
“Okay, then. Bye!”

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Baekhyun watched as Kyungsoo drove away and tore his eyes from the car when he received another
text.
Baek! Quit ignoring me and reply, damn it.
Baekhyun didn’t. He ignored it and started walking to Sehun’s front door. Then he received another text.
Baek! Baek! Why won’t you reply to me? If you don’t reply, I’m going over to your house to drag you
out, you little vixen.
Baekhyun stopped in his tracks. What the hell was with this guy?
From: Baekhyun
Idiot! Go away!
Baekhyun stood there, in front of Sehun’s house—the guy he’s been in love with for two years—texting
angrily at a guy whose head was as hard as his cock when he was har—wait. Baekhyun shook his head.
Fine. I won’t go over to your place. Come over to mine, then. Play with me.

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From: Baekhyun
No.
Why not?
From: Baekhyun
I’m busy.
Chanyeol replied back, asking him if he was going to go cheat on him, but Baekhyun decided not to
answer, again, to the stupid idiot. Instead, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and knocked on
Sehun’s door.
Irked by Baekhyun’s lack of response, Chanyeol decided to text other people.
From: Chanyeol

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Yo, Kris. Wanna go out tonight?
From Kris:
Did you not see my fucking face today!?
Okay, Chanyeol thought. Kris is a no-go. He decided to text Kai, but figured he was off at the gym doing
whatever it was he did to stay fit. Sehun was the last person on his contact list that didn’t annoy the shit
out of him…most of the time.
From: Chanyeol
Sehun-ah, let me come over.
From: Sehun
Maybe later.
Chanyeol frowned. It wasn’t exactly a “no”, but at the same time, it was just beyond vague. He sighed.
He needed to expand his social circle. He laid on his bed for a few minutes before getting up and
grabbing his car keys. He was going over to Sehun’s anyways. He was bored out of his fucking mind and
needed something to distract him from that little mind-fucker Byun Baekhyun.

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Sehun took Baekhyun upstairs to his room. It was much grungier than he would’ve imagined, but the
smell was definitely Sehun. Sehun walked over to his desk and turned his laptop on. “You can do the
research here,” he said.
Baekhyun blinked. Did Sehun expect him to do the project himself? Nonetheless, he nodded. He took a
seat in Sehun’s swivel chair while Sehun sat on his bed.
Working in silence for about five minutes, Baekhyun typed their research topic on different engines.
Sehun interrupted his train of thought when he asked, “Do you know who Luhan is, Baek?”
It was a random question out of the blue. Baekhyun stopped typing and swiveled around to face Sehun.
“Um, yeah…”
“Oh.” Sehun remained silent for a few seconds. “How is he?”
Baekhyun glanced around and rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s fine. He told me that college was going
great for him.”
“Oh, really?” Sehun asked even though the tone in his voice sounded like he couldn’t give a shit. He
just nodded, but in the back of his mind, he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to know more. “Is he here? Like,
in Seoul, right now?”
Baekhyun nodded. “Yeah, but he’s leaving in a few days from now.”

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Hearing this stumped Sehun knowing that his window to see Luhan was quickly closing. He jumped off
his bed and walked over to his desk, taking his keys and cellphone. “Byun, I’ll be gone for a while.”
Baekhyun didn’t know what to say. “But…but the project—”
Sehun stopped and sighed under his breath. “I won’t take long. I’ll be gone ten minutes at most.” He
began to make his way to the door. “I’ll be back to drive you home. Don’t worry.” With that, Sehun left.
Baekhyun was still staring at the door a minute after Sehun left, wondering what the hell just happened.
He felt abandoned.
Chanyeol parked his car in front of Sehun’s house, fifteen minutes after he left his. He rang the doorbell
and was let in by one of the maids. He was told that Sehun had left and wasn’t home at the moment.
Chanyeol thanked her and decided to wait in his room for him. Maybe he could scare him when he got
back home.
Chanyeol was unprepared for the sight he saw. Baekhyun was lying on his back on Sehun’s bed. This
threw Chanyeol off. He wasn’t expecting to see Baekhyun, especially with all of those rejections through
text. The vixen had been avoiding him as much as he could. He totally dismissed any of Chanyeol’s
attempts to get to him. Maybe Chanyeol was being too forward. No. Having sex on the first night was
too forward. A text was nothing.
Park Chanyeol was a possessive and jealous-driven guy, but his lack of interest in most of the people he
dated in the past hindered this side of him from ever awakening. But, seeing Baekhyun—of all places—
in Sehun’s bed did the job. The monster was evoked.

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“So, is this what people call ‘busy’ nowadays?”
Recognizing the deep voice, Baekhyun immediately sat up. “Park!?”
“Byun!?” Chanyeol said, mocking Baekhyun’s voice. He crossed his arms and leaned against the
doorframe.
“What’re you doing here?” Baekhyun asked quietly. He didn’t know why he was keeping his voice
down. Maybe he was still sad by the fact that Sehun had left him without any notice.
“I should be asking you that, Baek,” Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun cringed. He could hear the annoyed
tone in his voice, which he didn’t like. As if Chanyeol had any right to be annoyed with him right then!
“I’m Sehun’s partner, Park,” Baekhyun said, slowly regaining his stone-hard voice.
“Partner?” Chanyeol left his station and strode over to Baekhyun. Baekhyun, in turn, jumped off the
bed and stood on his own two feet. Then the two stood in front of each other. One looking down, the
other looking slightly up. “What? Is he your mate now? Did you confess to him?”
Baekhyun could feel himself getting equally annoyed. “What!?”
“You heard m—”
“I fucking heard you, you freaking over-obsessed dumb ass!” Baekhyun cried, not fearing down and
kept constant eye contact. “No! We’re not! But what’s it to you anyways!?”

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The question went ignored. “Then quit with the vague words like ‘partner’ and shit, Baek,” Chanyeol
told him. “What’re you doing here?” he asked again.
“We’re working on a project, you giant dick!” Too late did Baekhyun realize what he said.
Chanyeol smirked at the comment, but received a punch in the gut by the smaller guy before he could
make a sexual comeback. “Shit, Baek…” he wheezed.
“Now go away,” Baekhyun said, feeling no pity for Chanyeol. “We’re working here.” He sat back in the
chair he left minutes-on-end ago and tried to keep working. He couldn’t. His mind was too occupied.
“And Park? My relationship status with other people isn’t your business.”
“Oh, I don’t think—”
“Well, no one asked for your opinion, Park,” Baekhyun cut him off.
Chanyeol scrunched a brow. He grabbed the back of the chair Baekhyun was in and with the help of the
rolling wheels, wheeled him away from the laptop and turned his chair around. Chanyeol put both of his
hands on the chair and leaned forward, making sure Baekhyun had a clear view of him. “Quit cutting me
off,” he ordered. Then he moved closer to Baekhyun as if he had an intention of kissing him. “And quit
avoiding me.”
Baekhyun made a face. “Screw you, Park. I’ll stop avoiding you when you stop attacking me.”
“I would love to stop attacking you, Baek,” Chanyeol smirked. “But you’re just pure sex wherever you
go.” Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “How the fuck did I not notice you before?”
Chanyeol was too close for comfort. Baekhyun pushed a hand in his face and pushed the giant away.
Then he took the opportunity to get away from that little miniature trap-of-a-chair. “I don’t know, Park.
Maybe you were too busy shoving your face in big, hentai-like breasts,” Baekhyun said, half-joking.

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Chanyeol looked away and shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I wasn’t being seri—”
Chanyeol mischeviously glanced at Baekhyun. “—But you’re all I think about now.”
Frick…Baekhyun didn’t know what to think. Should he be flattered or creeped out? The door was right
there. He could make a dash for it. He could jump in his car an—fuck. He didn’t have a car anymore.
“I don’t want that,” Baekhyun finally said.
“Don’t want what?”
“I don’t want to be on your mind,” Baekhyun clarified. “I want you to leave me alone. You know I like
Sehun. That letter came to you by accident, Park. It…it wasn’t meant for you.”
Chanyeol’s smirk awkwardly faltered. It was gone for a few seconds before it came back on his face. But,
Baekhyun noticed, this smirk was a little…different. “Baek, I already told you. Sehun’s not the guy for
you. He’s not here. I am.”
“He is here, Park!”
“Oh? Then where? Under the bed?” Chanyeol furthered the distance between them and pretended to
look under the bed, and when nothing was found, he looked back at Baekhyun momentarily before
yelling around, “Hey, you little shit, get the fuck over here!”

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Baekhyun couldn’t breathe. Chanyeol just called Sehun words he would never associate with the kind
kid. “Chanye—”
“Huh. He’s not here,” Chanyeol concluded. “Where’d he go?”
“He said he’d be back in ten—”
“When did he leave you?” When Baekhyun remained silent, hurtfully scowling at Chanyeol, Chanyeol
tried again. “Baek! I asked you when he left—”
“He left like twenty-five minutes ago…”Baekhyun mumbled.
Chanyeol stood there staring at Baekhyun who had refused to look him in the eye when he told him the
piece of information. It was clear that he was a bit hurt. “You were basically stood up, Baek.”
“Shut up.”
“Baek—”
“Fuck, just go away, will you!?” Baekhyun, exasperated, walked over to Sehun’s bed. He didn’t care. He
just flopped on that thing like it was his own. Screw it.
He laid there with his stomach and face facing the bed. Baekhyun thought how easy he could die right
then and there if someone was just kind enough to hold his head down and refuse him air. But then he
thought about it. There was a fat chance of that. Chanyeol probably wouldn’t do that. He was too
interested.

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“Baek?” Chanyeol called. His voice was different from the one he was just using a moment ago when
he was practically interrogating the shit out of him.
Baekhyun replied something, but his voice was muffled by the comforter.
Chanyeol moved over to him and thought about placing himself on top of the kid, but decided against it.
The position would’ve been too sexual and if anything, Baekhyun didn’t need that right then and there.
Chanyeol decided to keep a mental note to dry hump Baekhyun some other time.
Instead, Chanyeol got on Sehun’s bed, too. Using his strength, Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun over to him so
that Baekhyun was laying on his chest instead of the bed. Baekhyun’s immediate instinct was to punch
Chanyeol in his face and pound on the giant’s chest beneath him, which was quite possible. He decided
he didn’t want to punch the guy and settled for trying to squirm away, but Chanyeol's arms of steel kept
him locked in place.
Even so, Baekhyun tried. When he was squirming, Baekhyun's body rubbed and rustled on Chanyeol's.
He didn’t realize any of it until Chanyeol groaned and then growled, “Stay put, vixen, or else I’ll end up
having you right here.”
That made Baekhyun stop. “Let me go, Chanyeol.”
Chanyeol smirked. He liked it better when Baekhyun used his name and not his surname. “I will.”
Baekhyun waited. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to let me go?” Baekhyun asked. He didn’t know why they were speaking in hushed
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“No,” Chanyeol laughed and only hugged Baekhyun closer to his chest. “Never.”
Baekhyun mentally groaned in annoyance, but at the same time, he appreciated this non-sexual act. The
way Sehun left made him feel unimportant, which made him angry and sad because what right did he
have to feel that way? None. Whatever, Baekhyun thought when he stopped the resisting and put his
head back on Chanyeol’s chest. This relationship’s already weird as fuck anyways…
He wasn’t expecting any visitors so when Luhan got a ring at the door, he cautiously walked up to it.
When he opened the door, air left him.
“Sehun…”
“Lulu…” Sehun looked at Luhan with his piercing eyes before pushing Luhan back into the house,
forcing his way in, and using his foot to kick the door close.
A/N: Sooooooo yeah. Im sorry. I was going to fit a smut scene in here, but uhhh it was already
3.5k...Maybe next time ^^
Thank you for your comments and votes up and your subs ♥ Like, alot ^^

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Ps: The title...i didn't know what to put, so I put the title of this book I read when i was in the 4th grade
(umffff) (It was a good book anyways, but "Wednesday" was a female whale and
shit....hence...."Drowning" Wednesday lol)
PPs: Sorry for typos/grammars etc. I usually go back and reread all of this on my ipod and fix the issues
there ^^'
Chapter 7
Ex-Lovers
Sehun took Luhan by the collar of his unwrinkled white shirt and held up him up against the wall of his
own house. Both were similar in height, but with the help of Sehun’s slight height advantage, Luhan felt
like he had a tower looking down on him. His eyes pierced through Luhan’s own, intimidating him to a
point.
“You never told me you were back,” Sehun growled.
Luhan bit his own lips when he eyed Sehun and bitterly concocted a smirk. “Oh? It must’ve slipped my
mind, then.”

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“I hate your game, Luhan,” Sehun angrily said in a hushed tone.
“Should I give a damn?”
“You should!” Sehun cried, gripping the shirt and pushing Luhan’s body even more into the wall. “You
fucking should!”
Luhan looked away. He didn’t wanna see that angry, desperate look in his eyes. “Whatever. So, what do
I owe this pleasant visit? You want a taste of this again?” Luhan asked, craning his head to the side,
show casing Sehun his flawless neck. “Cash. You know the drill,” he said in a hallow tone. In perfect
honesty, Luhan didn’t roll like that anymore, but he felt like keeping the pretense up in hopes that it
would repel Sehun away…
“No. I don’t fucking think so,” Sehun retorted. “I’m here to take back what I fucking lost a year and a
half ago.”
“Sorry,” Luhan sneered. “I don’t give back refunds.”
“Fuck you.” Sehun glared at Luhan, but Luhan, for a short millisecond, saw Sehun’s lips waver. “I don’t
want the fucking cash.”
“Then take what the shit you came here for and go,” Luhan said coldly.
“Fine.”
Sehun, having no patience, ripped Luhan’s shirt open. Luhan took in a sharp breath as the buttons on
the top part fell to the ground. Not taking Luhan into account on purpose, Sehun took him off the wall
and bent him enough to forcibly take the shirt off, leaving Luhan with messy hair and red ears that had
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“Bastard!”
“Takes one to know one,” Sehun simply replied before shoving Luhan back to the wall again. Luhan
wasn’t resisting, only glaring, so Sehun took a step back to examine the now half naked man in front of
him. “I can see the fucking hickeys.”
Luhan stayed silent. It wasn’t like he was fucking proud of those disgusting kiss marks. It wasn’t his fault
how everywhere he went he always managed to fall into some sort of shit hole that required sexual
favors to get out of. He wasn’t going to say anything to Sehun about it.
Sehun, unsure about how he felt about Luhan’s silence, moved on. He took a step forward and took
Luhan in his hand, brushing his fingers in a teasing manner. Despite the clothing between him and
Luhan’s member, Sehun could feel the progression that was awakening it.
“You’re already getting hard just by me touching you,” Sehun said. He didn’t sound too romanticized
by it. In a way, in the back of his mind, he hated the reaction Luhan’s member was giving him. Luhan was
getting hard pretty fucking quick and it didn’t sit well with Sehun. Did Luhan’s other clients train his body
to respond like this? The question destroyed part of Sehun. He pulled his hand away.
“Get rid of your pants.” Luhan did nothing for a while. He just silently glanced at the floor. “Do it!”
Sehun barked.
Luhan cringed. He’d seen Sehun at his best and at his worst, but nothing was comparable to the Sehun
in front of him then: angry beyond belief and desperate behind those glass-like eyes of his. Sehun didn’t
let give off any clue as to why he seemed desperate or what it was he was desperate for, but Luhan had
an idea.
He got it. Unquestioning, with his own cockiness gone, Luhan’s hands found their way to his own waist
and began unbuckling his belt. Whatever Sehun wanted to do to him, it was well deserved anyways.

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Luhan was taking too long to fumble around with his belt that Sehun got impatient and stepped forward
to unzip his pants and force the pants down enough for Luhan to spring free. “You know, I skipped out
on a guy interested in me today for this,” Sehun said in a hard tone. Then he let out a bitter laugh. “I
passed off a nice kid for a slut...” he mumbled loud enough for Luhan to hear.
Luhan felt a horrid pang in his chest. He was used to being called a slut, but those words coming from
Sehun now, no matter how hard he fucking tried, they stung. He never used to call him that even though
he knew of his promiscuous ways.
“Touch yourself.”
Luhan’s eyes snapped to Sehun, who was intently watching him. Touch himself? Luhan stood there and
gaped at him for what felt like hours. Touch…he’s making me touch myself…Luhan bit his lip. He’s trying
to make me feel like the slut he knows I am…In another world, Luhan would've cried, but in this one, he
couldn’t for the life and pride of him. He only bit his own lips harder.
Luhan grabbed a hold of his own cock and began to hesitantly stroke himself. He’d done it so many
times before. He pleasured himself alone, in bed. Sometimes in front of clients—but that was in the
past. He didn’t know where the embarrassment came from all of a sudden, or the sudden horniness.
Maybe it was coming from the way Sehun was looking at him, intent on watching.
Sliding his hand up and down, occasionally gripping himself once in a while, Luhan pleasured himself in
front of Sehun’s burning gaze. A soft moan escaped his lips when a finger slid and pressed itself on his
cock’s slit. Maybe it was Sehun’s presence or his eyes, Luhan didn’t know, but one or the other had
some sort of effect on him. His cock oozed and twitched with ever stroke, with every touch. His breath
hitched and his breathing became broken. Badly, Luhan wanted to get rid of his pants. They felt
constricting. But he didn’t want to stop. He knew Sehun was there, watching, but the more he selfishly
indulged himself in his masturbation, the less he paid attention to his audience.
Sehun tried to remain unphased by the act he force Luhan to do, but he would’ve been lying if he said
that he himself wasn’t hard as a fucking rock. Blood abandoned their station at his brain and relocated
somewhere more south. His will was on the brink of collapse. Just on the brink.

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His self-will committed suicide the instant Luhan shot his first drops of cum on the floor and on his own
hand. Some of it even found themselves on his torso.
Sehun stomped over to Luhan and removed his hand from his manhood that was still sputtering semen
out. “Get on the floor,” his stone hard voice ordered. Luhan complied. Sehun grabbed the waist of
Luhan’s pants and dragged the rest of the stupid clothing off of his ex-lover’s body. The underwear was
the next thing to get ripped and thrown off, leaving Luhan naked, still breathing brokenly from his first
act.
Sehun didn’t wait for him to recover. The second act was going to start whether or not Luhan was ready.
He zipped open his own fly and took a hand to liberate the rigid member. He made Luhan get on his
hands and knees, facing away from him. From Sehun’s point of view, he had a glorious sight of Luhan’s
entrance. He placed both of his hands on Luhan’s cheeks and spread them as far apart as he wanted just
to see his hole a little bit more clearly.
Without warning, Sehun stuck his middle finger in there. No saliva. No lubricant. Nothing. “Ngh…Shi—”
Luhan gasped. Luhan shut his eyes when Sehun began to mobilize the finger. Of all the fingers, the
middle finger gave off that big “fuck you” aura—and in physical essence, it did.
Sehun stuck another finger in Luhan’s tight little hole. He watched the male under him shut his eyes and
heard him hold his breath, gasping for air when his lungs couldn’t take the silent protest. He felt a pinch
of guilt making Luhan go through the pain of having unlubricated sex, but Sehun angrily booked those
thoughts. After all the shit he had to go through for a year and a half, the least Luhan could fucking do
was take it. He has no fucking idea—Sehun thrusted the finger deeper—how many sleepless-fucking-
nights—He added another finger—I had to fucking go through after he…he…
“Sehun-ah!” Luhan cried. His voice was broken and his eyes were kept shut, but Sehun sensed a trace
of pleasure in his cry.
Sehun froze when Luhan called his name. Fuck…As much as he would’ve liked to remain untouched,
floods of feeling began to flood back in when his name came out of those lips. He frowned. His heart
went to immediate lockdown. He pushed those feelings back and all of those memories that came out
from the darkest place in his heart because he didn’t need them. They’re just memories, Sehun angrily

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