Title: So Close Yet So Far
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Smut
Summary: Baekhyun is Park Chanyeol's biggest fan. Chanyeol is interested with the guy who works at the coffee shop.
*
"Okay, smile! Yes, that's it! Turn to the left. Alright! Tilt your chin! Very good, Chanyeol!"
Byun Baekhyun doesn't let himself be bothered by the sound of the flashing cameras, nor the booming voice of the gay director, commanding Chanyeol on what to do for his SPAO photoshoot. Baekhyun's sight is solely focused at the man in front of him, because Park Chanyeol isn't just the Most Sought After Male Top Model in South Korea, not only the Most Gorgeous Face of 2015 by Elle Magazine nor the Most Promising Male Actor in Korean Dramas by SBS, neither the Best Male Rapper Who Ever Debuted in the History of KPOP.
But to Baekhyun, Park Chanyeol is also the man of his wildest dreams, the sole reason why Baekhyun exists on earth, and the only person Baekhyun could imagine he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
Because Chanyeol is Baekhyun's saving grace, but to Chanyeol, no matter how beautiful life for Baekhyun is, he's just one of the million fans he has in his blue green ocean in his concerts, and his mere existence is just a grain of sand in Sahara Desert.
But that's the tragic life of a fangirl, and for Baekhyun's case, of a fanboy, Baekhyun always reminds himself, as he assorts his signed albums from latest to most popular every Saturday evening after his work on the coffee shop adjacent to Chanyeol's entertainment company.
"Ten minutes break!" the director announces, making Baekhyun space out of his mini reverie. He can see Chanyeol heave an exhausted sigh as he relaxes his tensed muscles during the photoshoot.
With shaky fingers, Baekhyun clutches the phone in his hand and aims it at Chanyeol, who is at the moment, sitting on a bench in an artificial park surrounded by fake trees. Finding Chanyeol's perfect angle for his shot, Baekhyun smiles to himself as he clicks the capture button. He looks down at his phone, admiring the piece of work with a satisfied yet sad smile on his face. He subconsciously looks back at Chanyeol, and he feels as if the world stops in favor of the two of them, when he finds Chanyeol looking at him straight in the eyes, his face blank.
Baekhyun gulps as he blinks, his mind processing if Chanyeol is really looking at his general direction, or more precisely at him. He turns his head back to check if there's someone behind him, but there's none. He returns his gaze to his idol only to find him slowly walking towards his position.
Run. Hide. Don't let him get near you. Baekhyun tells himself, but his feet are heavy as if they are planted underneath the concrete.
No matter how Baekhyun wants Chanyeol to notice his existence, or for him to be spared a single glance at, Baekhyun couldn't find the courage to be face-to-face with him or to have him around within a meter radius. Baekhyun thinks Chanyeol is too good to be true, and having him near is more than enough.
Except from the reason Baekhyun keeps on making out in his mind, no matter how hard he tries to deny, he's really scared. He's afraid to fall in love deeper. He's afraid that the feelings he has for Chanyeol could grow beyond admiring from a fan's point of view. He's afraid he could love Chanyeol not as South Korea's Park Chanyeol, but as a man who makes his hear flutter, his heart to beat faster than normal.
Baekhyun is afraid of Chanyeol, because he knows, that the person in front of him now, is unable to catch him when he falls.
"What are you trying to do?" Chanyeol, with an irritated tone in his deep voice, asks Baekhyun. Baekhyun just stares, his mouth closing and opening like a fish out of water.
Chanyeol subtly notices Baekhyun's uniform-- white plaid shirt with a black bowtie, a nametag pinned to his right chest. Crossing his arms over his chest, Chanyeol senses that Baekhyun is maybe working at the coffee shop nearby, judging from the cups of coffees he is holding with his right hand.
"I-I.."
Baekhyun trails off, his words catch in his throat. Chanyeol looks at him weirdly, waiting for him to continue.
"You?"
"I am your fan," Baekhyun says, his voice shaky as he looks at the ground. "I-I'm your biggest fan."
"You're my biggest fan," Chanyeol repeats in a flat voice, then he chuckles smugly while shaking his head.
"Listen," Chanyeol speaks and Baekhyun's head just automatically raises up to meet his idol's eyes, his heart erratically beating inside his chest.
Chanyeol steps closer, and Baekhyun steps backward.
"I don't date fans," Chanyeol says, his eyes cold looking straight at Baekhyun's. "I just want to remind you that, so just give up."
Baekhyun's eyes widen, the sharp words are clearly ringing into his ears. Baekhyun is about to say something, apologize, explain, but Chanyeol's arm is quick to pin him against the wall.
Baekhyun wants to cry because of hurt and pain caused by Chanyeol's words earlier, but he couldn't do that especially when Chanyeol is this close to him, that he could almost count Chanyeol's thick eyelashes and smell his masculine perfume. Baekhyun has to gasp for air to breathe, because the proximity is killing him, making his knees go weak and wobbly.
"Delete the picture you took without my permission," Chanyeol orders, his breath fanning across Baekhyun's forehead. "I don't like it when I work."
Baekhyun vigorously nods, holding his phone and deleting the picture he took earlier in record time. Chanyeol watches as Baekhyun's thumbs run and tap nervously across the screen, and it's somewhat amusing to Chanyeol, how panicky Baekhyun is at the moment.
"D-done," Baekhyun mumbles, a little but surprised of how his voice sounded. It was a little beat croaky.
"Good," Chanyeol muses. "May I have my coffee?"
"Huh?" Baekhyun asks confusedly, then he remembers. "Oh! R-right, coffee. H-here." He hands the coffee to Chanyeol.
"Thanks," Chanyeol says, taking the coffee from Baekhyun's trembling hands. Their fingertips brush against each other, sending jolts to Baekhyun's body. Baekhyun has to stifle the obvious gasp he is about to produce in his mouth. Chanyeol laughs.
"See you around, coffee boy," Chanyeol says as he walks away from Baekhyun, a smile forming in his lips.
*
"Where were you?"
Chanyeol is standing behind the counter of the nearby coffee shop, his elbow leaning on the flat surface as he fixes his shades and scarf which almost cover his entire face. He turns again to Baekhyun.
"I said, where were you?"
"H-huh?" Baekhyun asks, caught off guard. He has never seen this guy before, especially an overly-dressed stranger who is asking questions out of the blue instead of ordering coffee like a normal costumer would do.
"I haven't seen you around the building," Chanyeol says, scratching the white paint of the wall that is about the peel off.
"Y-you mean the SM building?" Baekhyun asks, although he's a bit skeptical. "I was busy last week so I wasn't able to deliver coffee. It's a shame though, I haven't seen Chanyeol for the whole week."
Chanyeol's ears perk up when he heard his name. He clears his throat. "Is he, I mean Chanyeol your... you know, idol or something?"
"Are you kidding me?" Baekhyun asks, his eyebrow arched. "He's my husband."
Chanyeol laughs confidently. "Well, I can't blame you for saying that. He has the good looks and all. He's perfect."
Baekhyun rolls his eyes, another rival, he thinks. "Can't you just order something and get out of here, Mr. Costumer?"
"Rude," Chanyeol says, turning his back to Baekhyun with a smug smile on his face.
"Where are you going?" Baekhyun asks annoyed. How dare a customer order nothing but to waste Baekhyun's precious time.
"I'm not in the mood for coffee," Chanyeol says before he leaves the place.
*
"Oh, your back," Chanyeol says, looking at a fidgeting Baekhyun at the corner of the backstage beside the big speakers. Chanyeol adjusts the tie wrapped on his neck, he just finished filming for his primetime drama and is about to rest for a while.
Baekhyun steps backward when Chanyeol steps forward, his heartbeat racing inside his chest. He's really nervous today because he has finally decided to ask Chanyeol to sign his album. He always asks Jongdae to sign it for him, and Baekhyun thinks, it's about time for him to make a move as a fan.
"Why are you avoiding me? I'm not going to eat you," Chanyeol amusedly says, stepping closer to Baekhyun. Baekhyun moves backward.
"Okay, I'm going to stop here," Chanyeol says, he puts his two hands in front of him. "Wow. I feel like I'm a bad person."
"C-can you--" Baekhyun whispers under his breath, handing the album clasped within his hands, his arms stretched towards Chanyeol while his head is bowed low.
"--sign this, please."
"What's that?" Chanyeol asks although he knows the answer. It's his album, of course.
"I-it's your third repackaged album. I didn't make it on your fansigning event in Jejudo so," Baekhyun replies, still not looking at Chanyeol. "I was wondering if you could..."
Without another word, Chanyeol grabs the album from Baekhyun's hand, making Baekhyun startled. He looks up.
"Do you at least have a pen?"
"P-pen!?" Baekhyun asks, a little bit anxious. "I-I don't have--"
"Forget it," Chanyeol says, walking out of Baekhyun's face with an unsigned album in his hand. Baekhyun wants to cry.
"W-wait!" Baekhyun calls. "Where are you going?"
Chanyeol goes back after two minutes with Baekhyun's signed album and a short message written saying, 'Thank you for supporting me! ❤' and his own name at the bottom of Chanyeol's autograph. Baekhyun's eyes go big.
"H-how did you know my name?" Baekhyun asks in slight shock and in happiness, because finally, Chanyeol knows him whatever the reason is.
"Nametag," Chanyeol briefly answers as he gets back to the set where his co-artists are waiting.
Looking down at his nametag, Baekhyun smiles ear to ear. His personally signed album is clutched tightly against his chest, then he yells loudly.
"Park Chanyeol, you're the best!!!"
"I know," Chanyeol whispers, glancing at Baekhyun on the corner of his eyes as he practices his lines for the next scene.
*
"I thought you hate Park Chanyeol and you're going to unstan him and leave his fandom," Jongdae, with a roll of eyes, says to Baekhyun who is behind the cash register with him as they count and recheck the money for today's sales.
It's nine o'clock in the evening and the whole shop is now empty save for that one ahjusshi drinking his cup of coffee at table number two. Baekhyun sighs heavily, looking back at Jongdae with a scowl on his face.
"I. Just. Can't. Do. That," Baekhyun deadpans, almost knocking his head on the machine in front of him. "I tried, but can't."
"Because you love him--"
"As a fan, of course!"
"--as a man."
Jongdae shoots Baekhyun a pointed look, and Baekhyun tries his best not to strangle his bestfriend.
"I don't see him as a man, I see him as my idol. That's it."
"Okay, if that has nothing to do with you ogling at him every two seconds whenever he comes by and drinks his coffee at table number seven, then I'm pretty much convinced."
"HOW DO YOU KNO-- I mean, what the heck!" Baekhyun blushes. I didn't do that on purpose, I-I was just--"
"--staring at him."
"Yes-- what!? No!"
Jongdae grins, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Baekhyun slaps his forehead.
"I hate you so much," Baekhyun says, pushing the drawer of the cash register with a ting. Jongdae just shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.
"And I hate Chanyeol so much."
"Who is it that you hate?" a deep and familiar voice asks, accompanied by the sound of chimes from the glass door. Baekhyun's head shoots up, seeing that weird stranger again clad in a black coat, black shades, black face mask and black scarf. Baekhyun groans.
"Sorry but we're closed," Baekhyun announces flatly. "Come back tomorrow at seven."
"I don't see any close signs though," Chanyeol says as he walks over the counter. "And there's still a costumer."
"Aren't you just going to order anything?" Baekhyun asks irritatedly. Jongdae shakes his head, chuckling.
It's this guy again who pesters Baekhyun everyday and every night asking about how much he's a fan of Chanyeol, how he started to be a fan of Chanyeol, how many are his posters and copies of albums of Chanyeol, what would he do if Chanyeol takes a selca with him, or how would he spend a day with the universal world star Chanyeol, and many more questions about him being in love with Park Chanyeol.
Baekhyun knows it, he really knows it the moment he saw this odd-looking person. This guy, is no doubt, Chanyeol's anti-fan pretending to be Chanyeol's fan. Baekhyun nods, convinced with his thoughts.
"Do you have pizza?" Chanyeol asks, looking at the monitor above Baekhyun's head, which obviously doesn't flash pizzas. Baekhyun sighs.
"We don't have pizza. This is a coffee shop, not a pizza parlor," Baekhyun explains within gritted teeth. He's tired about this stuff. The other day, this stranger asked for doughnuts. If not only for his respect and love for customers, he has already splashed hot coffee on the stranger's face.
"Oh, how about coffee?" Chanyeol asks, his voice muffled inside his facemask but Baekhyun can still hear him.
"How do you want your coffee, Sir?" Baekhyun politely asks, he sees the ahjusshi leaving the shop. "Make it quick so we can close the shop."
"Do you like coffee?" Chanyeol asks, scratching his chin. Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at him. "I heard that the handsome rapper Chanyeol likes coffee."
Baekhyun crosses his arms over his chest. "Yes, he likes coffee. Machiato with extra cream. Not too sweet, not too bitter. Sometimes he drinks espresso but only when we're out of Machiato."
Chanyeol smiles, shaking his head as he looks at the floor as he laughs. Then he whispers, "You know me too well."
"Now, may I ask what coffee would you like?" Baekhyun says tiredly. Jongdae is already at the back preparing his things.
"Nah, I think I'm not good for coffee tonight. Thanks though," Chanyeol says, still smiling behind his face mask. "I'll come back tomorrow at seven." Then he turns his back and leaves.
"Don't ever come back," Baekhyun mutters, eyeing the stranger's back with a PCY patch written on his coat. He furrows his eyebrows.
"I've seen that before," Baekhyun says to himself. "In one of those clothing lines Chanyeol has modeled at Winter Collection."
Baekhyun shrugs. "Maybe he's a real fan, I was wrong then."
*
"So it's true," Baekhyun, with a gloomy voice says as he stares at Chanyeol from afar from his usual spot beside the speakers. He just finished delivering coffee to the SM artists and he's now watching his idol exchange lines with his love interest, Do Kyungsoo in his upcoming movie, First Love.
"You're going to work with him."
Do Kyungsoo is handsome and is a very good singer as well. He was not proclaimed as the Best Ballad Singer at MAMA 2014 for nothing. Baekhyun and a lot of fans in the fandom envies him, because Kyungsoo and Chanyeol is perfect together. Some fans are shipping them as ChanSoo, and whenever Baekhyun hears the couple name ChanSoo, he wants to pull Kyungsoo's hair and drag him to where he belongs.
"ChanSoo. Tss," Baekhyun mumbles, scowling. "I'd rather ship myself with Chanyeol than ship the both of you."
Baekhyun sees Chanyeol spare him a single glance behind the script he's holding, and Baekhyun tries not to blush, but his cheeks fail him again. He averts his eyes, looking down to his shoes instead. He doesn't catch Chanyeol's smile.
"I hate you so much," Baekhyun whispers, there's a throbbing ache in his heart, cutting it into half. "It hurts. Like a knife."
*
"I came here at seven the other day, where were you?" the stranger asks Baekhyun who is currently mopping the floor. Baekhyun continues what he's doing, not minding the black person beside him.
"I didn't even see you at the building. Where have you been?" Chanyeol asks, his arms crossed as he watches how Baekhyun, with too much force push and pull the mop against the floor.
"I was sick," Baekhyun answers briefly. Chanyeol shoots him a worried look behind his dark shades.
"Really?" Chanyeol asks. "Is that why you're missing? How are you feeling right now?"
Baekhyun pauses, the mop still clutched in his hand as he straightens his back. Then he looks at Chanyeol.
"Why are you asking?"
"I was just," Chanyeol turns his head to look anywhere aside from Baekhyun. "Curious."
"Okay," Baekhyun says, heaving a sigh. "I was sick. I'm emotionally sick, okay? My heart is broken. Like, really broken! I saw Chanyeol with that big-eyed Kyungsoo. And guess what," Baekhyun pauses, trying his best not to cry again.
"They're dating."
"WHAT!?" Chanyeol exclaims, shocked. "How is that even real!?"
Baekhyun raises his eyebrow. At least this guy understands him, maybe. "I saw them kiss at the backstage. Then after that, an article on the Internet said that they're really dating. I'm... I'm so done."
Chanyeol shakes his head. "No! We're just practicing, okay? We're not dating, oh my god! He likes Kim Jongin, the dancer? And the article? That's just a rumor! I'll kill my manager for letting that spread. No, we're not dating."
"W-what... did you say?"
"Shit, I--"
Baekhyun pauses, his eyes widen in shock as he releases the mop from his hand. His heart speeds up, his eyes sting and his body is numb. He wants to cry right now, he wants to die in shame, he wants to crawl on a hole and stay there forever. He wants to run and hide and never show his face again in front of Chanyeol.
He doesn't know what to feel right now, whether to be happy that Chanyeol isn't dating someone, or to get angry because Chanyeol is making him to hope for more.
"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says, he's also shocked by his words and Baekhyun's heartbeat stops by the sudden call of his name. Hearing his name from Chanyeol for the first time makes his world collide.
He feels like an idiot, like he's been fooled. Chanyeol and this strange guy is the same, isn't it? Why didn't he notice that on the first place? Why is he so fucking oblivious?
"H-how did you know me? Because of my nametag?" Baekhyun asks, his tears are about to fall. He wants to walk out but here he is, feet planted hard like a rock stuck in its position.
"W-why did you... why did you approach me here? Are you happy knowing how much I like you? How much I fantasize about you? You want to brag how great you are? How many your fans are?" Baekhyun asks, he's crying now.
"Baekhyun, that's not it, listen to me," Chanyeol says, his facemask and shades are now removed, and Baekhyun wants to convince himself that this is not real. He's contented with seeing Chanyeol from afar, not this, not Chanyeol this close to him, not like he's worried about him based on how his eyes look intently at him. Baekhyun is scared.
He's scared of Chanyeol, because Chanyeol is his dream, and a dream becoming reality feels like a nightmare.
"It's him! It's Park Chanyeol!!!" a teenage girl shouts inside the coffee shop, pointing at Chanyeol's general direction. The customers look where the girl is pointing, then they all see him.
"Oh my god! He's Chanyeol! He's really Chanyeol!"
"Yes, he's that actor, Park Chanyeol!"
"Let's take a picture of him!"
People stand up from their seats with phones and cameras in their hands as they get closer to Chanyeol. They take pictures, they ask questions altogether, they praise him about how good he is, how he is their favorite idol, how they love him.
Chanyeol couldn't move, he feels suffocated, being surrounded with a crowd of fangirls make him sick. The flashes of cameras, the proximity, and the noise make his mind buzz, like he can't breathe and he just wants to throw up.
"Don't take photos, please!" Baekhyun shouts, blocking the phones with his hand, but it doesn't make any sense. People vesus him is no match. "He's our customer, he needs privacy! Please stop!"
"Get lost!" a girl yells back, forcefully pushing Baekhyun away so she can take a better picture of Chanyeol. Baekhyun stumbles, he's knocked out on the ground before Chanyeol could catch his arm. Another girl follows, and another, and another.
Chanyeol feels something snap inside him, seeing Baekhyun lying on the ground being stepped on by random people who wants to get near him. He clenches his fist, barging through the thick people only to get to Baekhyun who is clutching his arm, pain striking to his little body.
"Fuck off!" Chanyeol shouts angrily to the herd of people around him. He carries Baekhyun in his arms, bridal style. "Move! Move out of the way!"
The people make a space for Chanyeol to pass through, but it doesn't end right there. When Chanyeol leaves the coffee shop, more people chase him, following him as they wonder why he's carrying someone and taking him to his car.
"Where are they going!?"
"Why is Chanyeol taking that guy!?"
"Let's follow him!"
Chanyeol quickly closes the door of his car and drives in utmost speed, leaving the people in rage, shock and confusion.
*
Baekhyun wakes up with a throb in his whole body, and he gets up, only to see a cozy room around him. He feels the soft bed where he's currently lying and then he remembers, Chanyeol took him away.
"You're awake," Chanyeol says as he emeges out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and Baekhyun has to look away, his face suddenly hot.
"How are you feeling?" Chanyeol asks. He sits beside the bed and Baekhyun brings his knees closer to him, hugging it to his chest.
"I-I'm okay," Baekhyun answers, still confused about where he is, how he got here, what happened after and before they left, and if this is real. If he and Chanyeol at the same room is real.
"Thank god," Chanyeol says with a sigh of relief. "I thought your bones are broken."
"I'm fine," Baekhyun mumbles. "Where am I?"
"At my house," Chanyeol says. "Away from Seoul."
Baekhyun grips the bedsheets with his hands. He's alone with Chanyeol, away from home, just the two of them. Why does it feel so scary like this? When in the past, he dreams about this, being with Chanyeol and spending time with Chanyeol all alone. Baekhyun's heart clenches, and he just wants to escape and hide from Chanyeol. He wants to forget things.
"I'm sorry," Chanyeol says after a long dead silence. "I didn't mean to fool you, nor lie to you. At first I was just curious about you being my fan. I was happy hearing you getting all giddy about me. But then I," Chanyeol looks at Baekhyun straight in the eyes. "I've grown to like you... I-I like you."
"W-what?"
"Baekhyun, I like you."
Everything feels like in slow motion for Baekhyun. He hears the words from Chanyeol, and he doesn't want to believe him, he doesn't want to get hurt, knowing maybe it's not real. He's tired of imagining things and he's tired of pretending he doesn't like Chanyeol as a person, as a man, as Chanyeol.
Baekhyun likes Chanyeol, because he's just Chanyeol who orders Machiato. He likes Chanyeol in his black disguise asking him for weird orders at night. He likes Chanyeol because Chanyeol's smiles are there to complete his day. He likes Chanyeol, even though he's still afraid of him, but he could care less. He likes Chanyeol, and he can't control his heart from beating erratically when Chanyeol leans in close to his face.
Baekhyun wants to pull away when Chanyeol kisses him on the lips, but Chanyeol's grip is strong in his wrist so he couldn't do anything but to give in to the kiss. It feels so surreal, unreal, impossible, that Chanyeol's lips are moving against his own, nipping at it and sucking it slowly. Baekhyun's tears stream to his cheeks. Chanyeol pulls away, his breath ghosting to the side of Baekhyun's mouth.
"Why are you crying?" Chanyeol whispers.
"I-I can't believe this is... h-happening I just," Baekhyun trails off, gasping. "Y-you just.. kissed me."
"This is happening. This is real," Chanyeol says, holding Baekhyun's cheek with his large palm. "I am real."
Baekhyun cries more. "I-I.. I like you so much, I like you since I was fifteen. Since you first debuted as a supporting actor in one of Han Bin's dramas."
Chanyeol chuckles. "I know, I know. You already told me that, right? I'm sorry it took me so long to notice you."
Before Baekhyun could respond, Chanyeol claims his lips again, kissing him slowly and passionately. Baekhyun brings his arms to wrap them around Chanyeol's neck to pull him down for a deeper kiss. Chanyeol kisses him more, faster, bolder as he inserts his tongue inside Baekhyun's mouth asking for entrance. Baekhyun parts his lips, accommodating Chanyeol's tongue to roam around the roof of his mouth. Baekhyun sucks into Chanyeol's tongue sliding into his wet mouth, and he moans when Chanyeol's tongue pokes his tongue for a sweeter kiss.
Baekyun gradually feels that the fear he has for Chanyeol is now disappearing, turning into comforting sensation in his heart he is longing to savor for too long he couldn't remember when it started.
He's not afraid anymore, because now he knows, Chanyeol is there to catch him when he falls.
"Ch-chanyeol," Baekhyun says under his breath when Chanyeol releases his mouth to kiss his neck. He brings his hand to thread his fingers through Chanyeol's silver hair, tugging it gently when Chanyeol starts to suck into the expanse of his pale neck. Chanyeol's teeth is sharp and soothing, as he circles his tongue around the little bites he leaves against Baekhyun's throat.
Chanyeol looks up to Baekhyun, the latter's lips swollen and his cheeks wet from tears then he says, "Tell me you want this, Baekhyun. I'm not doing this if you don't want this. I'm going stop."
"I-I want this," Baekhyun answers, his voice shaky. "I-I want this since forever, Chanyeol."
Chanyeol nods, placing a quick peck on Baekhyun's forehead and he smiles. "Okay."
And in no time, Chanyeol has Baekhyun withering beautifully underneath him, stark naked and legs open widely as he takes Chanyeol's lubed fingers up to his asshole, fucking him open. He gasps, sucking air to breathe when Chanyeol's fingertips brush against his prostate, making him moan and arch his back, his toes curling.
"You're so beautiful, Baekhyun," Chanyeol says in a hushed voice as he pumps his fingers in and out of Baekhyun's tight hole, his own erection straining hard behind the towel wanting to break free because of the sight before him.
"Very beautiful."
Thinking Baekhyun is stretched enough and ready judging on how he eagerly bucks his hips down into Chanyeol's fingers, Chanyeol withdraws his digits. He earns a whine from Baekhyun as he takes off his towel, sliding it off to the floor to reveal his naked erection.
"Ch-chanyeol, please," Baekhyun whines, his own cock red and leaking against his stomach, heavy and ignored. "P-please, just get inside me, I-I need you."
Chanyeol smiles, nodding. He strokes his hard cock within his fingers before he thrusts it inside Baekhyun's asshole, slowly and surely at first. Baekhyun moans, tears trickling at the corners of his eyes. Chanyeol has to distract him with kisses to ease the pain he's feeling in his ass.
But then on, when Baekhyun makes these pleasurable whimpers, Chanyeol knows he needs to speed up his thrusts. He rams his cock into Baekhyun's hole, hitting his prostate with the push and pull of his dick. Baekhyun cries in utmost pleasure as he fists his own cock, finding his release.
"Baekhyun," Chanyeol breathes, rocking his body into Baekyun as the latter grips his forearm, nails digging into his skin.
"Ch-chanyeol, I-I'm close, I'm--" Baekhyun pants, his body convulsing as he jerks his cock together with Chanyeol pounding his ass. Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's cock together with his slender fingers, both of them stroking his member.
"Ch-chanyeol!"
"Come, Baekhyun. Come for me."
Baekhyun comes hard to his stomach, spurts of white ropes releasing from the tip of his cock. Baekhyun groans as Chanyeol continues to fuck him, his walls are so sensitive but it feels just as good.
Chanyeol reaches his orgasm after, pulling out his cock to release his load into the sheets, because he doesn't know if Baekhyun wants him to come inside of him or not. Chanyeol fucks his hand, milking his cock until it goes limp. He collapses beside an equally exhausted Baekhyun, both of their chests are heaving from their highs.
Chanyeol turns to look at Baekhyun's side only to find out the latter fast asleep soundly. Chanyeol smiles, swatting away Baekhyun's sweaty fringe on his forehead. Chanyeol admires Baekhyun's peaceful face, just like how he admires Baekhyun from behind the coffee shop's counter, or how he lovingly glances at Baekhyun beside the big speakers as he watches his shooting everyday.
"Good night," Chanyeol whispers, scooting closer to Baekhyun as he kisses his cheek chastely. He slings an arm around Baekhyun's petite waist.
"Sleep tight."
*
"W-what are you... going to say when we get back to Seoul?" Baekhyun asks Chanyeol who is in the middle of cooking breakfast in his mini kitchen. Baekhyun is sitting on one of the dining chairs, a cup of warm coffee trapped in his hand.
Chanyeol turns to him, looking at Baekhyun clad in his white long sleeves which is too big for him. Chanyeol chuckles. "Say to whom?"
"T-to the media," Baekhyun says, biting his lips. He attempts to stand to reach the countertop, but his legs fail him, pain striking to his lower half.
"Don't walk yet, you're still sore from last night," Chanyeol says, catching Baekhyun's arm for good measure. Baekhyun blushes in embarrassment, his whole face flustered as he remembers the events last night. He awkwardly clears his throat, choosing to sit on the chair again. Chanyeol helps him.
"D-did we," Baekhyun starts, his heart doing somersaults in his belly. "Did we really had se-- I mean, did it really h-happe--"
"Yes," Chanyeol says, brushing Baekhyun's hair with his hand. "We did it. It happened."
"Oh," is Baekhyun's only reply. Silence follows after that. Baekhyun feels awkward, but Chanyeol is feeling otherwise. Baekhyun wants to disappear like a bubble, he realizes it's real when he piches his arm. It hurts.
"Do you regret it?" Chanyeol asks, worry fills his eyes as he peeks into Baekhyun's face.
"N-no," Baekhyun answers with a smile. "I don't."
Chanyeol looks away then he smiles also. "Me, too."
There's a comfortable silence in the atmosphere between them as they eat their breakfast together, the only sounds that can be heard are the clanking of spoons against the plate and the ticking of the wall clock.
Chanyeol breaks the silence.
"Baekhyun."
"Yes?" Baekhyun says, looking up from his food. He still thinks Chanyeol is only a pigment of his imagination, but a warm hand pressed on top of his own proves him wrong.
"Are you still... afraid of me?"
Baekhyun pauses, then he shakes his head. "No."
"Do you want us to date?"
Baekhyun gasps. "What?"
"I'm asking you out," Chanyeol replies, not bothering to take his eyes off Baekhyun. "Let's date."
Baekhyun wants to cry again, run to a nearest bathroom and sob there until his eyes go red and swollen. Did Park Chanyeol, his idol, just ask him out? Is this really... happening? Baekhyun internally screams.
"You said you like me, and I like you," Chanyeol says, tracing Baekhyun's smooth knuckles with his thumb.
"But y-you said... You don't date fans," Baekhyun says as he chews on his lower lip.
"Oh, I--" Chanyeol laughs. "Did I say that?"
"Yes!" Baekhyun replies as he nods.
"Oh, I take it back then," Chanyeol says as he scratches the back of his neck. "So?"
"I don't know, Chanyeol. I-I'm not sure. Fans will find out. They would get angry at me, or worst at you. Your career--"
"I don't care," Chanyeol says firmly. "I don't really care. I just want to be with you."
"But--"
"Don't you trust me?"
Baekhyun sighs, Chanyeol grips his hand, giving it a little squeeze. Baekhyun looks up to him, and he sees a different Chanyeol. He knows that Chanyeol is telling him the truth. Baekhyun nods.
"Okay," he says with a smile. "I trust you."
*
It's not what Baekyun expects.
Baekhyun is running back and forth from the counter to the tables, serving coffees and desserts to eager, or maybe some of them are just curious customers who wants to see him. Sehun and Jongin, the new employees he and Jongdae hired seems to have a hard time managing how to shoo away fangirls, which might or might not be Chanyeol's or Baekhyun's.
"Hyung!" Sehun calls, panting as he cries. He closes the door with his all might behind him as sea of people tries to get inside the crowded coffee shop. "Just break up with Park Chanyeol! I can't take this anymore!"
"They're trying to kill me! Oh my god!" Jongin shouts, jerking away from random hands trying to pull his shirt off. "No!"
Baekhyun sighs, walking over to his pitiful employees. The crowd suddenly stops screaming, paying attention to Baekhyun's appearance.
"We can't accomodate more costumers, we're very sorry," Baekhyun apologizes. "Please come back later when the shop is not full."
Thinking that the crowd finally goes silent, Baekhyun underestimated them easily. They are in chaos again.
"So it's true your dating Park Chanyeol! How did you meet each other?!" a girl asks, holding a camera in her hand.
"Do you have any plans on following your boyfriend's career!?"
"How do you feel when Park Chanyeol announces your relationship on national television!?"
"You look good together! When are you planning to get married?"
Baekhyun looks away and blushes, shaking his head and hiding behind Sehun and Jongin. He hears disappointed groans from the people, but they were suddenly replaced with louder screams and squeals, as if someone important has arrived.
Baekhyun turns his head around to see a car stopping in front of the shop. The door opens, revealing Park Chanyeol stepping out of the car. Baekhyun's heart stops beating.
"Oh my god! It's Park Chanyeol!"
Chanyeol takes off his shades cooly, like what he did on his countless dramas. He looks at Baekhyun who is staring at him open-mouthed, just like his other fans in the crowd. Baekhyun is his fan after all.
"Excuse me, excuse me," Chanyeol politely says as he passes through the cluster of fangirls and fanboys to get to Baekhyun. "The great Park Chanyeol is passing, thank you."
"W-what are you doing here?" Baekhyun asks, his cheeks flushed with a tint of pink. "I'm still working."
"Come with me for a while," Chanyeol says, almost too loud for the fans to hear him. Squeals and yells can be heard throughout the air.
"But Chanyeol, I--"
Baekhyun's words are trapped inside his mouth because of Chanyeol's lips pressed against his. His eyes widen in surprise as people go wild, taking photos of them in that intimate moment. Baekhyun's soul just left his body to travel into a different non-existent world.
"Just come with me," Chanyeol whispers, taking Baekhyun's hand and lacing it through his fingers. Baekhyun, though he's still unconvinced, nods as he follows Chanyeol inside the car. People follow them to take different shots of them holding hands.
"Where are we going?"
"To some place I know," Chanyeol says, smiling to Baekhyun, his eyes conveying emotions Baekhyun already knows and understands like the back of his hand.
"Where you and I only exist."
*
END