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“If I confess today, what do you think will be the worst case scenario?” Chanyeol said, hugging his guitar close to his body.
Baekhyun chose that time to pop her bubblegum. She was tired and didn’t know which hurt more, her throat or her knees. It had been a long day of rehearsal and the last thing she needed was Chanyeol yapping about his teenage love drama. “Hmm, let me think, you’ll get rejected and your heart will be aching for the rest of your empty, miserable life?”
“You have a point.” Chanyeol said, eyes trained longingly at something from across the room. Baekhyun couldn’t see from where she was propped on the floor, but she knew what, or rather who, he was gazing at, looking like a lovelorn puppy. “Beautiful,” he muttered under his breath, which smelled like cherry flavored gum.
Baekhyun rolled her eyes.
“But what if. . .” he said, “what if there was a 0.01% chance that she would actually accept me, isn’t that something worth taking the risk for?”
“The risk of looking like the creepy oppa who’s been having R-rated daydreams about the virginal Do Kyungsoo? Not really, no.”
“You know, as my friend, you can be a little more supportive.” Chanyeol pouted, “and I’ll have you know my daydreams are strictly PG.”
“You’re fooling no one with those random boners, Park Chanyeol,” she said, “which, I have to say, are quite impressive.”
It was entertaining to see Chanyeol’s facial expression switch back and forth from offended to grateful and back to offended, until it finally settled on a pout. “I can’t wait to not be a teenager anymore.”
“News flash, you’ll be 20 soon, old man.”
“My body doesn’t seem to think so.”
“You mean your dick doesn’t seem to think so?”
“Jesus, that mouth of yours – ” Chanyeol shook his head, eyebrows meeting together.
Baekhyun grinned evilly from the floor, face turned up at him and looking at him through her eye lashes. “You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” She drawled out, teasing.
He choked on chair, eyes widening at the word. He flicked his eyes towards her direction, where she was probably blushing at something that kid Jongin said (that thing seemed to happen alarmingly often), as if to make sure this conversation was as private as it could be.
“You wanna be the first guy that Do Kyungsoo’s wraps her legs around?”
“Shh!” He said, eyes quickly scanning the surrounding lest someone would pass by. Chanyeol’s life was already hard as it is, he didn’t need the reputation of being the group’s perv adding to his list of existential worries. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Say it, Chanyeol-ah. Say you wanna fuck her.”
“NO!”
“Say it! Stop being such a pussy!”
“NO!”
“Say you wanna put your delicious, hard dick in Kyungs—” the rest was cut off by Chanyeol’s hand clamping over her mouth and Chanyeol’s body jumping over hers.
“You’re gonna put me in so much trouble, do you know that?!” He shrieked from where he lay on top of her.
“Hyung, they’re at it again.” Baekhyun heard Jongdae, one of the new kids, whisper to their leader.
Baekhyun just giggled and wiggled under him. His body felt rather nice. She was almost tempted to put on a show for everyone and wrap her legs around his waist. She knew the others were watching them now.
“Break it off, lovebirds, we have children in our presence.” Luhan said from the other side of the room, fixing her ponytail in front of the mirror.
“I’m not a child!” Sehun and Zitao said at the same time.
“Thank you for proving my point.” Luhan smiled sweetly at them, accent almost deceivingly perfect now.
They got into a loud argument, which mostly consisted of Zitao and Sehun aggressively claiming adulthood and Luhan pouting patronizingly at them, until Junmyeon sighed and decided he had to step in. Soon enough, eyes turned away from Baekhyun and Chanyeol and towards the violent Chinese indignations currently taking place.
“Don’t fuck it up,” Baekhyun whispered.
“Huh?”
“Don’t confess. You don’t wanna ruin our career before it even started.”
Chanyeol was quiet because he knew she was right. A group that barely debuted couldn’t survive with members who were in love, broken-hearted, uncomfortable and every mess in between.
To give her credit, at that time, Baekhyun really did believe she was doing it for them. It wasn’t until later that she started to suspect she was doing it more for herself.
***
“You like that, baby?”
“Ugh, yeah.”
Three years, an unspoken confession and millions of albums sold later, here they are, with Baekhyun sitting on Chanyeol’s cock and riding herself into a second orgasm.
“You like it when I roll my hips like this, making you feel good?”
Chanyeol can only pant and dig his fingers into the ample flesh of her hips.
“Talk to me.” She gasps out, rocking into him in a tortuously slow pace.
“Yes, I like it.” He grits out, trying to rut up into her.
“I like it, too.” She hums as her hips slowly lift off him and hover over the tip of his cock just so. She’s almost delighted to hear the frustrated groan ripping from his chest. Nothing can fill her with joy quite like Chanyeol’s dick and the thought that she could drive him mad like this.
Without warning, she slams her hips down and Chanyeol lets out his loudest moan of the night yet.
“Fuck.” He finally curses, which he tries not to do as much as the situation permits. “God, if you were under me right now. . .”
“What, what would you do?” Baekhyun asks between pants, rocking her hips in little increments, causing delicious frictions that are enough to please but not enough to satisfy either of them. But she will hold out, she always does. “What would you do? Tell me.”
She puts her ear close to his mouth. Chanyeol has always been shy about voicing out profanities, something she finds especially endearing while she’s bouncing on his cock.
“I would fuck you so hard you’ll be limping for weeks.” he raps out, and it sends a different kind of heat between her legs.
“Fucking shit, Chanyeol.” She whines out, aroused beyond help. “Do that, please.”
Chanyeol’s thick fingers around wrap firmly around her waist and before she knows it, she’s pushed onto her back. Baekhyun would laugh at how easy it is for Chanyeol to throw her around like some weightless rag doll, if it didn’t turn her on so much.
In a split second, she’s trapped under him, with his strong hands lifting her legs so high along his torso she’s afraid she’ll break in half. God, she loves this. She loves him.
He starts pounding into her, like he promised, and Baekhyun’s oxygen is cut off. She can’t even scream from how intensely he’s thrusting and how good it feels. She can vaguely hear the sound of headboard knocking and her own useless mumbles of “I’m coming, I’m coming” before she hears something sharper and more distinct slice through the air.
“Kyungsoo…”
Her eyes shoot open and find Chanyeol’s face hovering, eyes shut tight and contorted into an expression of mindless pleasure.
Baekhyun lies there and waits, but he makes no indication that he’s done anything wrong – that he’s said the wrong name, or at least not the name of the girl his cock is currently buried in.
And then he shudders and comes harder and longer than he’s had in a while, and she can feel his body trembling against the skin of her inner thighs. He collapses on the other side of the bed, panting and sated.
Another one of those nights again, Baekhyun muses bitterly, already planning her sneak attack into Kyungsoo’s room tonight.
***
Baekhyun hates Kim Jongin.
Because she is stubborn and somewhat of a masochist, she’s sought comfort from the very person causing her misery. Even though said person is blissfully unaware of the things ripping Baekhyun from the inside out.
Kyungsoo, despite being thorny at times, is a cuddler if you catch her at the right time. She’s like a foam pillow and a one-stop healing station where Baekhyun can nurse her broken heart, until it breaks all over again.
But stupid Kim Jongin had to go and ruin it. Since he finally found the balls to confess, (or was it Kyungsoo who confessed? They still couldn’t get their story straight), the two have been inseparable and Baekhyun is left with no one to come crying to.
There’s Junmyeon, but instead of snuggling with her under the blankets, he’ll end up just giving her some tea and maybe a bedtime story. Luhan is the last person you’d want a cuddle from, given her record of laughing at other people’s miseries. Minseok is too much of a neat freak to have anyone else except Luhan contaminate his pristine sheets, and Jongdae kicks in his sleep.
Sehun is too skinny for cuddling, while Zitao is too whiny. Yixing is all right, she guesses, but she might end up giving him an unintentional handjob in the middle of the night. Don’t get her started on Yifan, who’s either too emotionally detached or affected in your woes, and Baekhyun would rather not find out on which end of the stick she falls. A sobby Yifan is the last thing you want.
So that leaves her with no one, hence her hatred of Kim Jongin, the poor boy.
To be fair with them, he and Kyungsoo try to tone it down, for the cameras and for everyone else. But it’s done nothing to hide the fact that they’re all over each other like puppies in heat.
Chanyeol is surprisingly calm today, pretending that he doesn’t notice the Eskimo kiss happening before his eyes. Baekhyun would almost believe him if she didn’t know better. Except she did.
“Eww, seriously? It’s too early for this.” Baekhyun whines on his behalf and pretends to gag on her plate of toast. She throws a piece of bread in their direction, which simply bounces off Jongin’s bed hair.
He and Kyungsoo are too in love to care.
“Let’s make out and make this even.” She tells Chanyeol, who seems into be in a daze despite his mouth being busy coughing down his cereal. She can tell he’s blocking everything from sight and mind.
Baekhyun’s chest does that thing where it almost becomes airtight. “Chanyeol-ah, make out with me,” she pleads with her best aegyo, or at least the best she can do at seven in the morning.
Chanyeol apparently acknowledges her this time, and leans in for a dirty kiss, slightly catching her off guard with a flick of his tongue.
“SINCE WHEN DID OUR DINING TABLE BECOME A PLACE FOR YOUR DEPRAVITY?”
Luhan exclaims for the sake of being obnoxious. She and Minseok have probably done way worse things in here.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol continue to ravage each other, for two different reasons.
***
The first time they got into this … arrangement … was the night of their first appearance on an award show.
Everybody was beat from the after-party. Taemin made them take something that got everyone dancing all night. At one point, Jongdae climbed on top of the bar and simulated a drunken strip tease, which Junmyeon was quick to interrupt with a wide-eyed plead.
As the night wound down, everybody went straight to their rooms where they were passed out cold. With the exception Baekhyun and Chanyeol, who had enough energy to dance and fool around in their common area.
“You’re drunk.” Chanyeol slurred with a laugh, catching Baekhyun by the waist to keep her from tripping on her dress and falling on the couch.
“I’m way past drunk, buddy. I’m entering a different level of zen now.” Baekhyun couldn’t feel her tongue as it dragged it across her lower lip.
“Don’t do that.” Chanyeol warned, almost soberly.
“Don’t do what?”
“Move your tongue like that.”
“Why not?”
Chanyeol was suddenly blushing. Baekhyun angled her head upwards to look him in the eyes. They didn’t look as clouded as they had before.
Baekhyun rolled her lower lip between her teeth – a challenge.
“I said, stop.”
“Why?”
“It’s making me wanna kiss you,” he breathed out.
“What’s stopping you?”
That was all Chanyeol needed to pull Baekhyun by the waist and lock his mouth into hers. She whimpered at the ferocity of it, mouth easily parting easily for his tongue to curl into.
A year later, she realized that it should’ve stayed close.