A RE-FOUND LOVE
Chanyeol's p.o.v.
They ended up cancelling school on Friday as well do to the continuous snow fall, giving the students a four day weekend that even the teacher's were ecstatic about. For most of the day on Saturday, the first day of December, Baekhyun and Chanyeol hang out in the living room. Chanyeol's parents had to go on another business trip, but they promised they'd be back before Christmas, and Yoora was spending the weekend at the campus with a friend because the snow storm.
Baekhyun was lying on the couch, cocooned in a bundle of blankets because the poor baby had caught a cold the day before. Chanyeol knew it was because they had stayed outside too long, and he felt partially guilty for not getting Baekhyun inside where it was warm. Chanyeol sat on the floor near Baekhyun's stomach, his head lying back on the cushion as he glanced at his lover from the corner of his eye. Baekhyun's lips were chapped and slightly parted in his sleep because Chanyeol imagined it helped him to breathe better. Baekhyun's breaths were raspy and he had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. Alarmed, Chanyeol scooted up from his slumped down position and gently laid the back of his hand across Baekhyun's forehead. Baekhyun's forehead was very warm beneath Chanyeol's hand, and not knowing what to do, Chanyeol carefully pulled the blankets off Baekhyun's body in an attempt to cool him down. He brushed his thumb across Baekhyun's cheek and quietly whispered, "What do I do now?" then gently picking Baekhyun up, and cradling him against his chest, Chanyeol carried him upstairs. He laid Baekhyun on the bed before going into the bathroom and turning the bath faucet to the coolest, comforting temperature, then he walked back into the bedroom and stripped Baekhyun down before carrying him into the bathroom and laying him down in the tub. Chanyeol supported Baekhyun's head as he used a wet cloth to wipe down Baekhyun's face and chest; trying to cool him down. Chanyeol placed the cloth on the side of the tub and brushed back the wet strands of hair from Baekhyun's face and kissed his forehead before continuing to ran the damp cloth across his body.
Once Baekhyun's body felt cooler, Chanyeol wrapped him in a towel and carried him back to the bedroom. He dug through Baekhyun's dresser drawer, looking for something warm yet cool incase his fever returned. Chanyeol dressed him in gray sweatpants and a light weight long-sleeved white shirt. Chanyeol positioned Baekhyun on the bed, placing his head gently and lovingly onto his pillow before covering his petite body with their blanket.
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Baekhyun's p.o.v.
When Baekhyun woke up later that day, he was groggy and sweaty in — sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt? Baekhyun pinched his brow and glanced to his left to where Chanyeol was laying next to him on his stomach. Baekhyun sighed at the beautiful sight and smiled as he brushed his fingertips across Chanyeol's forehead in a loving gesture. Chanyeol stirred in his sleep and a breathy sigh escaped his lips.
"Hmm, Baekhyun . . ." Chanyeol sighed, causing Baekhyun to blush furiously.
Is he dreaming about me? Baekhyun thought. Oh my beautiful giant, I love you so much. Baekhyun kissed Chanyeol's cheek before carefully crawling off the bed and padding to their dresser. He shifted through his clothes and found a pair of gray comfortable shorts and a simple T-shirt. Baekhyun made his way to the shower and quickly undressed before stepping in.
The cool water felt good against his clammy skin, as the water and soap washed away the last remnants of his sickness. Baekhyun sighed at the sensation and massaged his strawberry-mango shampoo into his hair in a smell-good laver. Once Baekhyun finished with that, he repeated the process with conditioner and washed his body, rinsing throughly before turning the water off and getting out.
As Baekhyun was drying off and about to put on his clothes, he realized that stupidly, he had forgotten his boxers and internally groaned because Chanyeol would most likely accuse him of seduction. Sighing again, Baekhyun securely wrapped the towel around his waist and as silently as he could, pulled the door open and tiptoed to their dresser. Halfway there, Chanyeol woke up with a groan and grumbled in his husky morning voice, "Yah, Baekhyun! What are you doing?" Baekhyun huffed and crossed his arms. "Why do you have to accuse me of something every time I walk out of the bathroom in only a towel? Huh?" Baekhyun demanded. Chanyeol rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Because you always purposefully forget something. It's never an accident with you. And you just got over being sick!" Chanyeol cried in exasperation. "Yah. I know that, and I'm not doing this because I want to get into your pants, you pabo! And those other times, you could have said no!" Baekhyun cried back as he turned away from Chanyeol with an exasperated huff. "There's no saying 'no' to you," Chanyeol muttered. Baekhyun scoffed and ignored the giant as he tried searching one-handed as his other hand was keeping a tight grip on his towel to prevent it from slipping. But searching with one hand was too difficult, so Baekhyun made sure his towel was tightly wrapped around his waist before proceeding to dig through his dresser drawer with both of his hands. As Baekhyun was searching through his messy drawer and tossing things out behind him — which made Chanyeol sigh heavily in exasperation as he whined about Baekhyun being messy — his towel slipped, exposing his bare backside. Baekhyun squeaked, and face blushing a deep scarlet, Baekhyun retrieved his towel as Chanyeol cried, "Yah! Baekhyun! What did I tell you!?" Baekhyun quickly rewrapped the towel around his waist and yelled, "Yah! Shut up! It fell, you pabo! I am not seducing you!"
"You're impossible!" Chanyeol yelled back. Baekhyun glared at Chanyeol and threw a wadded up sock at his head as he cried, "Yah! Take that back!" Chanyeol dodged the sock and replied, "No!" Huffing, Baekhyun pulled on a pair of shorts, not bothering with boxers at the moment. Then he tossed his towel to the side and charged at Chanyeol as he cried, "Yah! Take it back you tall freaking tree!" Baekhyun jumped on top of Chanyeol and pinned his arms down beneath his knees as he straddled Chanyeol's waist.
3rd p.o.v.
Chanyeol tried squirming out from under Baekhyun's grip, but the midget was stronger than he looked. Chanyeol huffed in annoyance, then he felt something — a certain something. "Fuck, Baek! Do you have an erection!?" Chanyeol cried. Baekhyun bit his lip sheepishly and mumbled, "Just ignore that." Chanyeol's eyes widened and he gasped, "How can I ignore that? It's hard and pressing up against me!" Baekhyun groaned and threw his head back as he mumbled, "Fuck!" Chanyeol shook his head and said, "No fuck. Off! You're still recovering." Baekhyun smacked Chanyeol's arm and cried, "I didn't mean that, you pabo!" Chanyeol yanked his hands free and quickly grabbed Baekhyun's waist, flipping him onto his back, then leaning in close as he muttered, "No, you're the pabo." Chanyeol quickly pecked Baekhyun's lips, moving his mouth to his ear as he whispered, "You should really do something about that." Baekhyun huffed and pulled back, his eyes capturing Chanyeol's as he said, "No, you do something about it." Baekhyun slyly looked at Chanyeol, who's cheeks turned a soft rose petal pink as he murmured, "You want me to give you a hand job? Since when?"
Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek as the dream came flooding back to him, and he mumbled, "Um, I don't know . . . But I feel like you'd be really good at it."
Chanyeol's cheeks turned from rose petal pink to rose petal red, as he just stared at Baekhyun in shock and disbelief. "Wha— How— When did you ever think that!?" Chanyeol cried. Baekhyun bit his lip and shook his head. "Can't tell," he muttered. Chanyeol sighed in exasperation and said, "No, but maybe for your birthday or something." Baekhyun pouted and whined, "But Chanyeol, it's starting to hurt!" Chanyeol sighed, then glared at Baekhyun as he said, "Don't even give me those damn puppy eyes!" Baekhyun jutted out his bottom lip even more as Chanyeol just grumbled, "If you weren't such a horny midget, and you wouldn't be uncomfortable right now if you knew how to better control yourself." Baekhyun furrowed his brow and grumbled, "Says you. You're the one who can't resist my body," Baekhyun said, and did a little dance beneath Chanyeol. Chanyeol laughed as he asked, "What was that?" Baekhyun glared at Chanyeol for laughing and flicked his forehead as he said, "Yah! That was my sexy dance you pabo!" Chanyeol laughed even harder and said, "Baek, please, never do that again," and Baekhyun just grumbled, "You can't tell me what not to do," before doing his little "sexy" dance again. Chanyeol died and clasped beside Baekhyun into a fit of laughter — he was gasping and holding his stomach once his laughter had died down. Baekhyun just crossed his arms and sat up, grumbling, "I'm done with you," before sliding off the bed and walking into the bathroom. Chanyeol continued to laugh, and between fits he called, "Baekhyun" — laugh — "I'm sorry" — another laugh — "I'll stop, I swear," followed by a soft snicker. "Yah! I can still hear you laughing!" Baekhyun called. "No, I was coughing!" Chanyeol lied. "Oh, shut up," came Baekhyun's loud yet muttered reply.
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Chanyeol and Baekhyun were sitting in the living room, lazily watching movie after movie when Mrs. Park walked into the room. She beamed brightly at both of them and said, "How would you boys feel about visiting Grandma?" Chanyeol's eyes widened and he jolted Baekhyun off his shoulder when he lunged forward excitedly exclaiming, "Grandma! Really!? Eomma, I'd love that! When do we leave!?" Mrs. Park smiled at her son's enthusiasm as she replied, "How about now?" Chanyeol bursted excitedly to his feet and hugging his mother before turning back to Baekhyun and pulling him to his feet, then proceeding to drag him upstairs to get ready.
Baekhyun watched Chanyeol with a subtle grin as he flew around their room, stuffing random articles of clothing into his school bag after he had dumped all the contents onto the bed. Baekhyun silently sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his legs up beneath him. "Yah! Why are you acting like such a fool?" Baekhyun asked as he continued to watch Chanyeol with his sharp gaze. Chanyeol momentarily paused in his packing and looked at Baekhyun as if he was crazy as Chanyeol exclaimed, "It's grandma, Baekhyun!" Baekhyun sighed and said, "I don't know Grandma, Chanyeol."
"I know," Chanyeol said. "But you will soon enough. And you'll love her." Baekhyun sighed again and reached out his hand, gently tugging Chanyeol towards him as he muttered, "Silly, giant," and kissed him delicately on the lips. Chanyeol smiled against Baekhyun's mouth and pecked his lips before pulling away and saying, "Adorable, midget." Baekhyun smiled and whispered, "I love you." Chanyeol brushed Baekhyun's cheek with the back of his fingers and softly muttered, "And I love you. So much." Baekhyun smiled and got to his feet, saying, "So, Grandma's? What should I pack?" Chanyeol cupped Baekhyun's cheek in his palm as he murmured, "Something warm."
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Baekhyun's p.o.v.
Driving to Grandma's, Baekhyun didn't expect her to live in the mountains of Seoul. The drive was quiet and comfortable with Chanyeol and Baekhyun sitting together in the backseat, and Yoora sitting in the middle with Chanyeol's parents in the front. Music softly played in the background — classics.
Even though Baekhyun was getting to meet more of Chanyeol's family — he'd be meeting even more at their wedding — he still wished they could have done something with their friends. Maybe they could plan something when they got back, like a party?
Baekhyun sighed and leaned his head against Chanyeol's shoulder and closed his eyes, as he just listened to the soft instruments playing in the background. He loved music. He had never told Chanyeol, but he was musical. He had learned to play the piano from the school's music teacher after classes as a child before his father's abuse made it impossible. He hasn't touched a piano in eight years, and wondered if his hands would still remember the delicate notes. He vowed to play for Chanyeol if he ever got the chance again — maybe as a gift he could play at their wedding . . . Baekhyun loved the idea, and he knew Chanyeol would too.
3rd p.o.v.
Chanyeol's Grandma's house was a huge and elegant white structure, with amazing landscaping — although covered in snow — and Baekhyun sat staring at the house in amazement. He thought Chanyeol's house was beautiful as well, but compared to his Grandma's, it was average. The white structure was tall and made with glass on the east side, and everywhere else it was beautiful white brick. The upper level had a square-shaped balcony that gutted out about eight or ten feet, and on either sides of that were smaller windows; bedroom windows.
When they finally pulled up to the house and parked, Baekhyun uttered a muttered, "Wow," as Chanyeol and everyone exited the car. Baekhyun just continued to sit in his seat until Chanyeol walked around and stopped outside his door, pulling it open. Chanyeol offered his hand, but Baekhyun was frozen with his mouth hanging open as he gazed up at the giant house. Chanyeol bit his lip to suppress a chuckle and grabbed Baekhyun's waist, lifting him from the car since it seemed he couldn't manage on his own, and delicately placed him on his feet. Chanyeol laced their hands together and pulled Baekhyun along with the rest of his family.
Chanyeol's grandma had been expecting them — obviously — and the moment they were within knocking distance of the door, it swung inwards to reveal an older woman dressed in a white knitted sweater and comfortable, yet elegant pants. Her warm brown eyes and lips smiled brightly at her family, and when her eyes landed on Baekhyun's and Chanyeol's clasped hands, she smiled even wider. "Chanyeol, honey, you never told me you were engaged," she said. Chanyeol blushed sheepishly and mumbled, "Sorry, Grandma." Chanyeol's grandma sighed and said, "Oh, it's okay, but next time something as big as getting in engaged happens, I would like to be the first to know." Chanyeol smiled and replied, "Okay, Grandma. I'll promise, you'll be the first to know." Grandma smiled and nodded, saying, "Good boy," making Chanyeol blush, before turning to Baekhyun. "I can see why my grandson loves you," she said softly. "You seem like such a kindred spirt." Now it was Baekhyun's turn to blush as he mumbled shyly, "Thank you, Grandma." She smiled, then with a clap of her hands she said, "So, shall we have dinner?"
Baekhyun's p.o.v.
After dinner, Chanyeol's grandma took Baekhyun on a tour of the house. They started in the kitchen, then moved onto the living room before venturing deeper into the house. When they walked past this one room, that seemed to be the center of the house, Baekhyun stopped. He turned to Chanyeol's grandma and pointed to the room, where, through the crack in the doorway, he could see a very familiar glossy black surface — a place that had felt like home before it was ripped away from him.
"What is it, dear?" Grandma asked. Baekhyun gestured to the room again and stuttered, "Is-is that . . . a piano?" Grandma blinked in surprise and asked, "Baekhyun dear, do you play?" Baekhyun blushed and shook his head as he mumbled, "I haven't touched a piano in what feels like forever." Grandma bit her lip, then looked back at the room then to Baekhyun again, before asking, "Would you like to?" Baekhyun's eyes widened in surprise and he gasped, "You would let me!?" Grandma laughed heartedly and said, "Of course, Baekhyun, you're family now." Baekhyun blushed and smiled shyly as he mumbled, "Thank you, and you have no idea how amazing that is to hear." Grandma smiled almost sadly, before saying, "I can leave you alone to play if you'd like?" Baekhyun shook his head and smiled as he asked, "Actually, would it be okay if I came back later and played?" Then in much quieter voice, Baekhyun mumbled, "I don't want Chanyeol knowing." Grandma smiled and said, "Of course, and I won't tell Chanyeol, even if he begs." Baekhyun smiled and replied, "Thank you."
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Later that night, Baekhyun was laying in bed with Chanyeol, but he just couldn't sleep. Baekhyun kept thinking about the piano — it seemed so untouched. Baekhyun wondered if playing at night would wake everyone in the house, but even with that possibility Baekhyun couldn't bring himself to let the idea go. He had to play.
So moving as carefully as he could, he slide out from under Chanyeol's arm and pulled off the blanket. The room instantly became chilly without Chanyeol's warmth, so rubbing his arms he walked to his bag and pulled out one of Chanyeol's baggy sweatshirts he had brought from the house and pulled it on; he sighed contentedly. Then shuffling in his socks to the door, he quietly pulled it open before leaving the room, and retracing his steps back to that room.
Baekhyun found his way without any difficulty, and with his heart hammering in his chest, he pushed his way into the room to the piano. Baekhyun bit the inside of his cheek as he ran his fingertips across its black glossy surface, so smooth beneath his touch. Then he sat down on the bench chair and lightly brushed his fingers over some of the keys, causing soft sound to spill from the instrument in random notes. Baekhyun sighed at the sound and closed his eyes as he placed his hands over the keys and started to play — and everything came rushing back. It was like learning how to re-ride a bike; easy once he remembered.
Soon enough Baekhyun lost himself in the music, and he didn't notice someone watching him with utter amazement from just outside the cracked door. As Baekhyun was beginning to start the next verse, a voice exclaimed, "I didn't know you could play piano!" from right behind him.
Baekhyun jumped as he whirled around at the sound, quickly shushing them as he said in a hushed tone, "Yoora, not so loud!" Yoora frowned and asked, "Why?" Baekhyun glanced back down at the keys as he replied softly, "Because Chanyeol doesn't know. And I don't want him to yet." Yoora grinned and sat down beside Baekhyun as she asked, "Why? Are you planning something romantic for my namdongsaeng?" Baekhyun blushed and mumbled, "Yeah, something like that." Yoora smiled more brightly and softly muttered, "You're so good to him. Thank you." Baekhyun blushed again and murmured, "He deserves it. He's my one and only true love, and I'd do anything for him." Yoora smiled softly and whispered, "I know," as she settled down beside Baekhyun on the bench and rested her head on his shoulder. Baekhyun tensed for a moment before a blush colored his cheeks and Yoora murmured, "Pretend I'm not here, Baek, and just play."
"But now I'm nervous," Baekhyun mumbled. Yoora smiled and lightly laughed as she replied, "Don't be, you played so beautifully." Baekhyun bit his lip, then sighed as he said, "Okay, I'll play...."
Chanyeol's p.o.v.
When Chanyeol woke up the next morning, Baekhyun wasn't laying next him — a realization that brought back a flood of bad memories. Chanyeol sighed and reminded himself nothing like that would ever happen again. Chanyeol ran his fingers through his bedhead and pulled the blankets off before padding barefooted to the bathroom. He took a quick shower then dressed in a gray sweatshirt and skinny jeans. He left his curly hair alone, although he'd probably regret it later.
Chanyeol trudged down the narrow hallway to the stairs, taking them at a lazy pace as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The shower hadn't woken him up like he'd hoped it would. When Chanyeol reached the end of the stairs that opened up to the living room, he saw the back of Baekhyun messy head and his sister sitting beside him, as they appeared to be looking at something. Chanyeol heard Yoora giggle and called, "Oh my God, I forgot you took this picture, Grandma!" Chanyeol furrowed his brow. Picture? Then a dark cloud descended over him as time seemed to stop. They're looking at the family photo album! Chanyeol thought and lunged towards the couch as Yoora and Baekhyun gasped in surprise and quickly jumped out of the way as Chanyeol made a lunging leap over the couch for the photo album.
3rd p.o.v.
Yoora's jaw dropped at her brother's behavior, and with a huff of annoyance she whacked him on the head with a stack of photos she had been holding. Chanyeol cried out in pain and glared up at his sister as he yelled, "Yah! Yoora! How could you show him that!?" Yoora's jaw dropped again and she gasped in disbelief, "That's why you lunged over the couch!? You idiot!" Yoora smacked Chanyeol's head again.
Baekhyun just stood there, watching the brother-sister exchange with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He was holding the open photo album to his chest, and clutched it even tighter when he heard Chanyeol demand, "Baekhyun! Give me that!" Baekhyun glanced up from the album to his fiancé, who was still laying across the back of the couch with his legs out behind him as he reached out his hand. Baekhyun turned slightly away from Chanyeol's hand, who widened his eyes at Baekhyun in disbelief as Baekhyun replied, "No, Chanyeol. I'm learning more about you looking at these pictures, and I'm not giving it back to you until I've seen every single one!"
Chanyeol's jaw dropped and he cried, "Yah! Baekhyun!" Baekhyun stared back defiantly and said in his firmest voice, "No, Chanyeol." Chanyeol narrowed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he jumped fully over the couch and made a move to grab the album. Baekhyun shrieked and darted away as he screamed, "Yoora! Help me!"
Yoora slapped a hand over her mouth to a suppress the urge to laugh as she grabbed Baekhyun hand and pulled him from the room. Do they always act this way together? Yoora thought as she lead Baekhyun from the room and down a hallway.
Chanyeol huffed and yelled, "Yah! Baekhyun! You traitor!" before running after them.
Yoora lead Baekhyun down a hall, and as they walked, she realized she was still holding Baekhyun's hand and let go as she asked, "Do you two always act that way?" Baekhyun glanced at her confusedly and muttered, "Uh-um, I-I don't know what you mean." Baekhyun replied a little too quickly, making Yoora laugh and crack a grin as she teased, "Yah! You little liar! You know exactly what I mean." Baekhyun blushed and Yoora grinned in response. "Oh, it's fine. I'm only playing with you, Baekhyun." Baekhyun smiled weakly and Yoora rolled her eyes.
Why am I having so much fun teasing him? Yoora thought. Hmm, maybe because his just fun to tease....
After twenty minutes of aimlessly walking down random hallways, Chanyeol finally found them. He had heard them coming down a hallway that intersected with his, so as quietly as he could, he hide behind a corner and waited until he saw Baekhyun's beautifully messy brown hair before seizing him around the waist, making him shriek in a playful manner. Baekhyun giggled in Chanyeol's arms, both excited and disappointed that he had been caught as he melted into Chanyeol's arms, allowing Chanyeol to distract him with a kiss as he pulled the album from Baekhyun's arms. Chanyeol grinned lovingly at Baekhyun's behavior and kissed his temple.
Yoora stood off to the side, watching the love-fest with a frown. She felt a pang in her chest and thought, Is-is this . . . jealously? With a laugh, Yoora said, "Okay, seems I'm no longer needed. See you guys later!" Neither one of them seemed to notice when Yoora left, or heard her for that matter. It was upsetting, and she wondered what had brought on the sudden change. It's not that she liked Baekhyun in that way, no, she was only longing for someone like him. She noticed it last night, when Baekhyun said he wanted to surprise Chanyeol at their wedding by playing the piano for him. Her desire to be loved the same developed then.
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Author's Notes
Hello, lovelies! Just wanted to say thank you and that the next chapter is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Thank you again, and please don't forget to vote and comment.
Anyway, until next time.... 🌸🌸
Love from,
BunnyBaekkiee ❤️