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Title: If You Leave Me (Can I Come Too?) – Part 2

Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, slight angst

Warning(s) : Language, sexual references

Length: ~11,000

Summary: After discovering that Chanyeol still hasn’t told his mother they’re dating, Baekhyun decides to break off their relationship and moves out of their shared apartment. Plagued by heartbreak-induced sleep disturbances, Chanyeol soon finds himself waking up in places where he and Baekhyun shared memories together, with no recollection of how he got there.

Chanyeol collapsed onto the couch with a sigh of relief and patted the armrest affectionately, glad to be home at the end of the longest week of his life.

“Good old Ektorp,” he whispered; that was the couch's name. Not because either of them had named it – Ikea had called first dibs on naming rights – but for some reason, Baekhyun had taken a shine to the name back when they’d bought the couch together, and so it had stuck. Afterwards they developed a habit of referring to articles of furniture by their product names instead of their actual names; it was something of a personal joke.

Chanyeol leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, just for a moment. He was tired… so tired. He'd never been tired right down to his bones before.

He didn’t want to throw his sleep cycle even more out of whack, so he’d just sleep for ten minutes.

Yes, ten minutes… that was all.

* * * * *

“Sir,” the man in the yellow polo shirt whispers sternly. “Sir, would you kindly get off the display bed please..?”

“Oops.” Chanyeol tries to suppress a giggle as he gets to his feet, but it comes out as an embarrassing snort instead. “Sorry…”

Baekhyun shakes his head and grabs Chanyeol by the hand, pulling him towards the bedroom display in the next room.

“Ooh, I like this one,” he says, clearly impressed. “Check out that snazzy bed..”

Chanyeol isn’t quite so convinced. “That bedframe looks a little flimsy,” he observes, frowning. “One night of rough lovin’ and we'd probably break it.”

Baekhyun whacks him on the arm in protest. His cheeks are a little flushed, but he's smiling anyway. Chanyeol wanders through the next doorway into the fake ensuite and lifts up the lid of the toilet, peering inside.

“Why do all these toilets have bits of plastic inside them?”

“To stop people using them, you fool.”

“But… why would anyone try to poo in the middle of Ikea..?”

“Dunno. It kind of sounds like something you would do..” Baekhyun replies airily, and he ventures over to the next room with Chanyeol following closely behind.

“Oh, I fucking love this couch,” Baekhyun exclaims, collapsing onto a plush navy-blue sofa and bouncing up and down. “I want it – what's its name?”

Chanyeol picks up the swing-tag attached to the couch and examines it closely. “It’s called ‘Ektorp’, apparently..”

“It’s settled – I love him,” Baekhyun declares. “We’re taking Ektorp home.”

“ ‘Him’? What makes you so sure it’s a him..?”

Baekhyun shrugs. “I don't know... Ektorp just seems more like a masculine name.”

Chanyeol groans and rolls his eyes. “Please, Baek… don't humanise the couch.”

“Why?” Baekhyun asks, blinking up at him with innocent eyes.

“Because then we can't do the dirty on it. I'd feel bad.”

Baekhyun’s eyes begin to narrow until they almost disappear completely. “So the whole time I've been imagining all this furniture in our new place, you've been thinking about doing me on it – is that right..?”

“Well, yeah… what else is furniture for..?” Chanyeol replies casually. Baekhyun throws a matching navy cushion at him in place of a response, and he thankfully ducks just in time.

* * * * *

“Sir. Wake up, sir.”

Someone was shaking Chanyeol roughly. “Wha..? Go ‘way,” he groaned, rolling over to face the other direction.

“Sir, I'm afraid you can't sleep here,” said the voice – female, and with a trace of irritation this time. “We’re opening up the store now.”

Chanyeol immediately opened his eyes and lifted his head a fraction, blinking repeatedly until his vision cleared. A girl in a yellow shirt was kneeling next to him on the concrete tiles, looking concerned. He stared back at her for a moment before turning his head, only to discover window displays full of furniture and four very large, very familiar yellow letters stuck to the blue wall above the door.

Chanyeol sighed and nodded and offered no further resistance, holding out his hand for the Ikea employee ('Areum', her nametag read) to help him up. “Sorry – big night,” he told Areum by way of explanation. He figured he could use that excuse now; on a Saturday morning, at least, it didn’t sound quite as bad.

* * * * *

Chanyeol had barely fallen into bed, intent on finally getting some proper sleep, when the buzzer rang. He fell all over himself on his way to the intercom and pressed the speaker button.


“Yoohoo, guess who!”

Chanyeol’s heart sank into his stomach. “Ma? What are you doing here…?”

Mrs. Park sounded a little miffed at that. “Gosh, don’t sound so excited to see me… do I need a reason to visit my only baby..?”

“No,” Chanyeol sighed, “of course not. Come on up.” He hurried around the apartment, snatching up any evidence of his suffering mental state and tossing it into the hallway closet mere seconds before he heard a knock at the door. He counted to three before he pulled it open, leaning against the doorframe and trying to look as normal as possible.

Mrs. Park pulled Chanyeol into a suffocating hug and bustled past him into the living room, her diminutive frame weighed down by paper bags full of groceries. “Where’s Baekhyun..?” she asked, looking around.

Chanyeol scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Ah… he, uh… he moved out. We kind of had a disagreement.”

“Oh,” Mrs. Park replied, nodding in understanding. “But… he was such a nice boy. You two seemed like really good friends..”

“Yeah. I guess we weren’t as good friends as I thought.”

“Oh, well… that’s sad, but it happens, I suppose,” Mrs. Park replied, putting the groceries down on the coffee table. “You don’t look well today, love. Is there anything you want to talk to me about? Have you eaten? Can I make something for you..?”

Chanyeol opened his mouth, ready to tell his mother about his recent sleeping misadventures, but quickly decided against it. It was just one more thing he didn’t need her worrying about; she’d probably be here all the time if she knew, fussing over him needlessly.

Or worse, she might try to move in. Chanyeol nearly went white at the thought.

Then he heard the sound of the front door being unlocked, and Baekhyun walked into the living room, pausing when he saw them both standing there.

“Oh… hi,” he said slowly, his eyes darting between Chanyeol and his mother. There were dark circles beneath those eyes, Chanyeol noticed. “I’m, uh… just here to pick up some more of my stuff.”

“Hello Baekhyun,” Mrs. Park greeted him warmly, her hands clasped together graciously in front of her. “How are you?”

Baekhyun nodded. “I’m good thanks, Mrs. Park. And you..?”

Chanyeol didn’t say anything; he just looked at Baekhyun, who tried to avoid looking at him by looking at Mrs. Park instead. Mrs. Park looked from one boy to the other, her expression softening.

“Listen, boys, whatever’s going on between you, I’m sure you can work it out together,” she said gently. “Is it really worth throwing away your friendship..?”

Baekhyun looked at her for a moment, his posture stiffening visibly. His lips pressed themselves into a thin pink line.

“I was your son’s boyfriend, Mrs. Park,” he said quietly. “Not his friend. Not his roommate… his partner. We’d been dating for a year, and living together for six months. But I bet he never told you that, did he..?”

Having said this, Baekhyun turned on his heel and stormed back towards the front door, pulling it shut behind him.

“Baekhyun, wait..” Chanyeol cried out, hurrying after him; he didn’t want to turn back and see the expression on his mother’s face. He would have to deal with that later.

Baekhyun turned around in the corridor and looked back at Chanyeol expectantly.

“What the hell was that..?” Chanyeol asked, gesturing towards the apartment door behind him.

Baekhyun’s eyes flashed with guilt, but only for a moment. His arms hung helplessly by his sides. “I’m sorry. It just… came out...”

“Well, so did I, apparently,” Chanyeol replied irritably. “Didn’t go quite as planned..”

“I’d better go,” Baekhyun said, turning away from him again. “I’ll come back for my stuff another day, when you’re not entertaining. Don’t worry, I’ll call next time.”

“Baekhyun, please… she knows now. There’s no need for you to go anywhere anymore.”

“She only knows because I told her,” Baekhyun cried. He slowly turned around to face Chanyeol once more, his hands clenched tightly into fists. “That wasn’t my job, Chanyeol. You should have told her, she’s your mother..”

“Baek, we’ve done this whole fighting thing enough times before. I don’t see why we can’t survive it one more time.”

“What’s the point?” Baekhyun said quietly. He looked so small and defeated that it broke Chanyeol’s heart. “You’re ashamed of me. You always have been.”

“I’m not ashamed of you. I was just—” Chanyeol paused for a moment, pulling at his hair in exasperation. “You don’t understand – she’s all I’ve got. I didn’t want to break her heart. I couldn’t do it..”

“What about me?” Baekhyun shot back, “what about my heart? What did you think you were going to do – marry some girl and have kids and live unhappily ever after, just to appease your mother? Why drag me into your life in the first place, if you were never in this for the long haul?”

Chanyeol shook his head. “I was… I love you. I would never lie about loving you. I was just scared.”

“I had to come out too, you know – to two parents, not just one,” Baekhyun said, thrusting two fingers under Chanyeol’s nose to make his point. “And I’m sure your mother’s a more accepting person than they are, so don’t you tell me your life is so hard.”

“I’m not asking for sympathy, Baek… just a shred of understanding. It was never about you. It was about her.”

Baekhyun nodded and leaned forward to jab the elevator button with his thumb. Several heavy seconds passed before the bell sounded and the steel doors slid open in front of him.

“No… you’re right. It was never about me,” he said quietly, stepping inside the elevator, and he closed the doors before Chanyeol had a chance to reply.

Chanyeol sighed heavily and headed back to the apartment. When he entered the living room he found his mother perched upon the couch, staring blankly at the rug (‘Alslev’, Ikea, $19.99). He cleared his throat loudly to attract her attention, but she didn’t look up.

“So… if I tried to convince you that he was actually a girl, would you believe me, or would that be misguided..?” he said at last, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“He's almost pretty enough…” Mrs. Park replied flatly. Her eyes were still fixed to the floor.

Chanyeol sighed and flopped down next to her on the couch.

“Well, there it is – I guess I’m gay,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “Penny for your thoughts..?”

Mrs. Park chewed her lip for a moment, lost in thought, and then turned to face him.

“It's going to take a lot of getting used to,” she said at last. “I don't know how to feel right now..”

“Are you mad?” Chanyeol asked quietly.

Mrs. Park shrugged. “I think I'm more bothered by the fact that you hid it from me all this time. How long did you think you could keep that up..?”

“Well, forever was the original plan..” Chanyeol tried to joke. As expected, it fell flat.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking his mother’s hand in his own. “I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me. You’re all I’ve got, and I know I’m all you’ve got, and… I just couldn’t bring myself to do that to you.” Her hands had a few more wrinkles than he remembered them having before, but they were still as soft and gentle as they’d ever been. They were her hands, and holding them didn’t remind Chanyeol of holding anyone else’s. That could only be a good thing.

Mrs. Park squeezed Chanyeol’s hand and turned towards him, offering him a weak smile.

“Chanyeol… it may take a good while to come to terms with you dashing my dreams of ever seeing any grandchildren, or a wedding…” she said, “but I couldn't love you any less – even if you killed a man. So I think I can get over you being in love with one. Just… give me time.”

Chanyeol nodded and leaned his head against her shoulder. “I love you, you know,” he said with a sigh. “And thank you.”

“I love you too,” his mother replied, “but please – don't actually kill anyone.”

Chanyeol laughed in spite of himself. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

* * * * *

When Chanyeol woke up in his own bed the next morning (well, hanging halfway out of it, anyway), he was flooded with relief. Maybe getting everything out in the open with his mother had helped somehow… he certainly felt a lot freer.

He had nothing else to do with his day off, so he walked down to the beach and sat himself down on the seawall, looking out at the ocean before him, its surface as calm and flat as glass. There weren’t many people around, but it wasn’t lonely; instead, Chanyeol felt more at peace than he’d felt all week.

Or maybe he was just so numb by now that he couldn’t tell the difference.

Either way, he was grateful.

He’d let himself float with the current, he figured, and see where this whole ‘change of scenery’ thing could take him. There was no point trying to control the situation anymore; there was nothing more he could do. He could read a whole library of relationship books and try to self-diagnose what was wrong with him as a partner; to tell himself it was something he could have helped, something he could fix… but those weren’t healthy, moving-on thoughts. Baekhyun had made it clear that he didn’t want Chanyeol back, and if that meant he was happy then Chanyeol knew he would be okay with it one day.



Chanyeol looked up in surprise, his thoughts scattering in all directions. Baekhyun stood there before him, wearing a tight white tank and those little black shorts that made his already-amazing bum look extra amazing. Chanyeol’s gaze travelled down a little further; one of Baekhyun’s trainers was green, the other purple.

Chanyeol pinched himself on the thigh discreetly, just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He winced at the sharp pain. Nope, definitely not dreaming.

“Hey yourself,” he said at last. “What are you doing here..?”

“I've been coming down here quite a bit over the past week,” Baekhyun replied, taking a swig from his water bottle. “I’ve started jogging again… the ocean air helps clear my head.”

Chanyeol nodded. “Cool. New shoes..?”

Baekhyun smiled weakly. “Yeah. I needed a fresh start, I guess. I’m sorry, it didn't occur to me that I might bump into you here...”

“Oh,” Chanyeol replied, and he moved to get up. “Well, I can go, if you want..”

“No, don't be silly,” Baekhyun said quickly. He seated himself next to Chanyeol, pulling him back down by the wrist. “Stay. You were here first, anyway.”

Chanyeol nodded in agreement and slowly lowered himself down on the edge of the wall.

“So. How are you?” Baekhyun asked, breaking the silence.

I was alright until you showed up, Chanyeol wanted to say.

“Okay, I guess,” was what he said instead. “You..?”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Yeah. I'm alright. I've been better.”

“Still at Kyungsoo's?”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun replied, laughing through his nose – the kind of sound you make when something isn’t actually funny. “He's driving me mad… he went off at me this morning for leaving my toothbrush next to the sink. And he has every right to be particular; it's his apartment, but... I just need to get out of there, I think.”

“Mmm,” was all Chanyeol could find to say.

You could come back to me, he wanted to add. I don't care where you leave your toothbrush…

“Speaking of Kyungsoo, he wants to kill you, you know… after that stunt you pulled last night..” Baekhyun piped up. There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but it faltered a little towards the end of the sentence.

Chanyeol turned to look at him, perplexed. “What stunt..?”

“Don't play dumb, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun sighed. “I kind of hoped we were past that.”

Chanyeol leaned forward, burying his head in his hands. “Oh man. What did I do..?”

He heard Baekhyun take another gulp from his water bottle, swallowing loudly, and then he was quiet for a while. Chanyeol was tempted to lift his head again, but he didn’t.

“You kept buzzing Kyungsoo’s apartment in the middle of the night,” Baekhyun said at last. His voice was quiet. “You were crying out ‘tell me you don't love me’, over and over through the speaker. He had to call security to escort you away from the building.”

Chanyeol lifted his head, looking at Baekhyun in horror. “Fuck… I’m so sorry..”

“You really don't remember?” Baekhyun asked. He appeared to be searching Chanyeol’s expression for signs of honesty. “Were you drunk..?”

Chanyeol shook his head. “No, I... lately I've been waking up in places other than my own bed. Like, outside the apartment, I mean. And I can never remember how I got there.”

“You mean… you’ve been sleepwalking?” Baekhyun frowned. “I've never noticed you sleepwalking before...”

Chanyeol sighed. “Yeah. I don't know what to do... to tell the truth, I haven't been able to sleep properly since you left… it's like a nightmare I can't wake up from. And I thought I was finally getting somewhere because I woke up in my own bed this morning, but… apparently I was wrong.”

“Have you seen Dr. Zhang about it?” Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol shook his head. “Not yet. I was hoping it would go away on its own.”

“Well, you should. I’m sure it’s treatable..”

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow, see if he can fit me in.”

Baekhyun nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer, and they both looked out to sea for a while in silence. Far from being awkward, it felt strangely comfortable.

“I’m sorry I outed you to your mother,” Baekhyun said, breaking the quiet at last. “That was really out of line.”

Chanyeol shrugged. “It’s okay. She had to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but… not like that. Not from someone else..”

“I put off telling her for so long,” Chanyeol said thoughtfully, watching a pair of seagulls fighting each other for a lone chip on the sand below. “I was waiting until I was ‘truly ready’. Now I realise that there probably never would have been a time when I was ready; in my head, it seemed so much more horrible than it really was. But I just want to make sure you understand that I was never ashamed of you, at all. I was scared. Every time I fuck things up, it's because of fear – fear of disappointing or even losing someone I love. And I feel like I can’t win… no matter what I do or don’t do, someone important to me gets hurt.”

“Chanyeol, it's okay,” Baekhyun said gently. “I've forgiven you.”

Chanyeol looked at him in surprise. “Really..?”

Baekhyun nodded. “I think I’d already forgiven you before I even moved out, to be honest, but I didn't fully realise it until last night. I could hear the agony in your voice, loud and clear through the speaker, and I knew that it was real. Every word was like a knife to the heart, it was so distressing... and I was so close to caving in and running down to you, but Kyungsoo wouldn’t let me. Like the weakling I’ve become, I let you get dragged away. And I hated myself for that, because I’m the one who walks away, and it’s always by choice. I’m the one who gives up, Chanyeol. It's never been you.”

Chanyeol didn’t know what to say to that… so he said nothing.

“So yeah… you hurt me, and it’s not the first time,” Baekhyun continued, his voice wavering a little. “But you’ve never done anything we couldn't get past. And I know that whenever I hurt you, no matter how badly, you always seem to shrug it off without a moment’s hesitation. So yes, Chanyeol, I forgive you. And I hope you’ll forgive me too.”

Baekhyun reached across to grab Chanyeol’s hand for a moment, giving it a quick squeeze before gradually getting to his feet.

“Anyway... I think it's time to go…” he said, stretching his arms out above his head.

Chanyeol nodded slowly, but he didn’t reply. He kept his eyes trained on the horizon to avoid meeting Baekhyun’s, the disappointment a slow burn inside his chest.


“Yes, Chanyeol.”

“I’ve been sleeping with one of your old t-shirts wrapped around my pillow every night. I hold it in my arms, and I try my hardest to convince myself that it's you,” Chanyeol said quietly, and then he laughed a little. “That's pathetic, isn't it..?”

Baekhyun chuckled softly. “Not at all. It's really sweet.”

“I just... I thought I was going to be okay, until I saw you again this morning. And now I’m not okay again. And I miss you – desperately..”

“I know,” Baekhyun said simply. “Now, are you coming, or what?”

Chanyeol lifted his head slowly to look up at Baekhyun. Baekhyun only looked back at him in silence, his face expressionless. As usual, he offered no explanations; he simply held out his hand to help Chanyeol up.

Too astonished to speak, Chanyeol let Baekhyun walk a few steps ahead of him along the promenade, his eyes trained to the back of his head. Baekhyun didn’t look back once to check if he was still following. Perhaps he thought it was a given.

He must think I’m so whipped, Chanyeol thought. He knows I’ll be right behind him like the dumb puppy I am.

Before he had a chance to rethink his choices, Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun by the wrist and pulled him back the way they came, in the direction of the pier.

“Chanyeol—!” Baekhyun began, but Chanyeol didn’t pay any attention to his protests. As soon as they arrived at the entrance to the pier he gently let go of Baekhyun’s hand, and they both looked up at the faded letters in silence.

“Victory Pier,” Chanyeol read aloud. “Open all day – every day.”

“…Except today,” Baekhyun replied. Chanyeol could hear the smile in his voice without even looking at him.

“That’s exactly what you said back then,” he said, and Baekhyun laughed.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that history repeats..?”

Chanyeol nodded. “It can. But it doesn't have to.”

“Well, what about that time when you pushed me up against these doors right here, and kissed me until I was breathless..?” Baekhyun said quietly, taking Chanyeol by the hand and leading him towards the red shutters. He turned around with his back against the corrugated metal, and there was a shyness in his eyes, an innocent uncertainty that made Chanyeol’s heart flutter. “Could we repeat that, do you think..?”

“Yes,” Chanyeol smiled. “I was actually hoping we could repeat it right now. That’s why I dragged you here.”

Baekhyun nodded and breathed in deeply. “Okay,” he said, and he pulled Chanyeol’s head down until their lips touched. The kiss felt different this time; there were no past kisses that Chanyeol could compare it to, and he was okay with that. But when he finally pulled away, that look in Baekhyun’s eyes hadn’t changed.

“I'd forgotten about that look,” he whispered, gently touching Baekhyun’s face with one hand.

“What look?”

Chanyeol smiled. “The one you get where I can tell you're undressing me with your eyes..”

Baekhyun tried to keep a straight face and failed miserably.

“I knew it..!”

“I'm human, Chanyeol. I have desires like everyone else. Is that a crime?”

“No, not at all… I've really missed it,” Chanyeol replied. He kissed Baekhyun again, coaxing the other boy’s lips open with his tongue to remind himself how sweet they tasted, until he realised he’d never forgotten in the first place.

“Whatever you want, I'll give it to you,” he whispered between each kiss. “I’ll give it to you..”

I really am whipped.

“Good,” Baekhyun whispered back. “Then take me home.”

* * * * *

When they went to bed that night, Baekhyun was distant for a while. Chanyeol didn’t want to push him, so he lay still and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly.

After several minutes he felt the weight shifting on the mattress as Baekhyun rolled closer to him.

“Hey,” Baekhyun whispered. “Are you asleep…?

Chanyeol smiled, but kept his eyes firmly shut. “Yes.”

Baekhyun whacked him on the shoulder. “Idiot..”

“Why do you ask..?”

“Because,” Baekhyun said shyly, “I was going to ask… if you wanted to kiss for a bit.”

Chanyeol laughed and rolled over to face him. “Since when did you start needing permission to kiss me..?”

“I wasn't sure if you felt like it, that’s all…” Baekhyun mumbled, and Chanyeol wrapped one arm around his waist to pull him closer.

“In what tiny, non-existent speck of the universe would I not want to kiss you..?”

“Okay, okay… point taken..” Baekhyun laughed. Chanyeol smiled and kissed him softly on the lips, finishing with a little peck on the tip of his nose.

“What if you sleepwalk tonight?” Baekhyun asked, his tone suddenly serious. “Shouldn't we lock the bedroom door..?”

“Nah, that won’t work – I’ll just unlock it. But I think I'll be okay tonight… and tomorrow I’ll go to the doctor, I promise. Now don’t worry, babe; just go to sleep.”

“It’s a good excuse for me to tie you to the bed,” Baekhyun purred in Chanyeol’s ear. Chanyeol turned his head and kissed him quickly, catching him by surprise.

“There’s no need,” he whispered, grabbing Baekhyun’s hands and holding them in position around his waist. “Just hold me tight; I won't go anywhere.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun whispered back, and they kissed for a while longer until they both fell asleep.

* * * * *

“Hey there,” Chanyeol called out before he could stop himself. “Nice shoes.”

The boy with the odd-coloured shoes looked up from where he was stretching against the seawall. He raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Uh… thanks..?”

Fuck me, Chanyeol thought. He’s gorgeous.

“Why the different colours, though?” he asked casually. He took a swig of water from his bottle and poured a generous amount of it over his head until his pale yellow tank was semi-transparent. It was a cheap trick, to be sure, but he could tell from the way the boy swallowed audibly that it was effective.

“I, uh… I have trouble making decisions in the morning…” the boy replied, his eyes still glued to Chanyeol’s body. He shook his head quickly and looked away.

Chanyeol grinned widely. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually flirt with other joggers during my morning run, but you’re really fucking cute. What’s your name..?”

“Baekhyun,” said the boy hesitantly. “And you?”

“Chanyeol,” Chanyeol replied with a polite bow of his head. “Baekhyun, I know you’ve just finished warming down and all, but I think I’d like to challenge you to a race towards the pier.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “Oh really..?”

“Uh-huh. If I lose, I have to buy you breakfast.”

“And if you win..?” Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol shrugged. “Then I still get to buy you breakfast. One’s an obligation; the other’s a choice. Either way, it’d be my pleasure.”

Baekhyun pondered this for a moment – a long moment; so long it would have made Chanyeol sweat a little, if he wasn’t sweating already.

“Hmm. Okay – you’re on,” he finally agreed, flashing Chanyeol a hint of a mischievous smile. Then he pulled his white t-shirt over his head in one swift movement, tossing it onto the grass, and Chanyeol nearly swallowed his tongue.

“Alright, Chanyeol,” he said, still smiling. “Let's see if you can keep up.”

* * * * *

When Chanyeol woke up on Monday morning, he was lying on the floor, positioned halfway through the open door of their bedroom. He lifted his head, confused, and looked down. Baekhyun was there with him, his arms still wrapped around Chanyeol’s waist, sleeping soundly with his head nestled against his chest.

Chanyeol smiled and looked over at the alarm clock next to the bed.

Only 6.15am.

“We'll get there,” he whispered, wrapping one arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders and tenderly kissing the top of the sleeping boy’s head. He lay back and closed his eyes.


Date: 2014-10-08 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This was very beautiful! Thank you, thank you ! i licked everything about this ... tho i got so worried for chanyeol, but i am pretty sure his mind was doing this to him not only because of missing Baek, but because he felt guilty... <3 Thanks for the happy ending

Date: 2014-10-13 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it xx

Date: 2014-10-13 11:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
lol it's ok I knew what you meant :p

Date: 2014-10-09 03:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh, i live this

Date: 2014-10-13 09:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! xx

Date: 2014-10-09 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
this story is an amazing mix of sweetness adorableness and desperation. all in all i loveeee stories where cy is hopelessly in love with bh :3
the last part kept me confused though, what did he meant by "we'll get there"?? maybe it's just me lol im dumb

Date: 2014-10-09 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
this story is an amazing mix of sweetness adorableness and desperation. all in all i loveeee stories where cy is hopelessly in love with bh :3
the last part kept me confused though, what did he meant by "we'll get there"?? maybe it's just me lol im dumb

Date: 2014-10-09 04:22 pm (UTC)
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Date: 2014-10-13 09:15 am (UTC)
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LOL that's okay XD Thank you so much!

About the last part, when he said 'we'll get there' he pretty much just meant that they'd get to the point where he'd be able to sleep without wandering out of his bed, lmao... but i suppose it might refer to them repairing their relationship as well. It's a little cryptic, I suppose xx

Date: 2014-10-09 08:55 pm (UTC)
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It's sad and fluffy at the same time. You've done a great job showing how Chanyeol seems to cope up with his loss. For a moment there I thought things weren't going to end well. Thank you for this!

Date: 2014-10-09 08:56 pm (UTC)
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It's sad and fluffy at the same time. You've done a great job showing how Chanyeol seems to cope up with his loss. For a moment there I thought things weren't going to end well. Thank you for this!

Date: 2014-10-13 09:15 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much! Thanks for reading and commenting ^^ xx

Date: 2014-11-12 08:59 pm (UTC)
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I thought this was lovely. In spite of Chanyeol's pain, it managed to be light without being too fluffy. I thought it was a really nice device to have Chanyeol revisit some of his most meaningful memories with Baekhyun by literally revisiting them.

Date: 2014-11-13 10:30 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed xx

Date: 2014-11-13 09:40 am (UTC)
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This was so so beautiful! Definitely going to my faves.

Date: 2014-11-13 10:30 am (UTC)
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Ah thank you ^^ xx

Date: 2014-11-16 09:29 pm (UTC)
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Your story smelled like sand, wind and salty waves. I really loved it, your writing is so beautiful and chiseled <3. Every word falled in its right place at the right time. And I admit I cried a bit.
Ah, I don't know how to explain myself... I love how you depicted Chanyeol, so sweet and scared at the same time. But the best parts are obviously all of his wakings at the places he shared with Baekhyun. It was sad but so poetic. I like the beach the most, I think. I love their relationship, full of love, of passion, of kisses, of details.
I really appreciated his mother's reaction, when she learned that his son is gay. In some other fanfictions, parents are either very reluctant or very enthusiastic. But she reacted pretty softly. It's not easy for her but she loves her son.
And of course, I'm relieved that Chanyeol and Baekhyun meet again and decided to be together again <3. Their meeting was perfect and the memory of their first meeting was too.
So... Thank you very much for this beautiful story :)

Date: 2014-11-17 11:16 am (UTC)
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This is such a nice comment ;; thank you so much ! I'm glad you liked this fic xx

Date: 2015-01-26 03:00 am (UTC)
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i like this a lot.

Date: 2015-01-26 07:25 am (UTC)
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed :) xx

Date: 2015-07-12 10:52 pm (UTC)
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I really enjoyed this, despite it being slightly cracky with Chanyeol waking up in random places, lmao ikea needs better security, this story had a lot of heart and a lot of interactions and dialogue that seemed realistic/genuine. like the scene of baekhyun leaving the toilet red eyed declaring they were over and chanyeol's small “Don't go, please. I love you.” i most definitely did not choke up (i did).
I loved the characterisations, baekhyun's anger/disappointment was justified but i also felt for chanyeol & the pity burger made me laugh.
The format of the story, with snippets of their funny interactions followed by chanyeol waking up, was genius and i especially loved how the end was how they actually got together.
did i say i enjoyed this cos i could go on but omg this was something special

Date: 2015-07-14 09:39 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much! I always get super happy when people like this fic because it's probably my favourite thing I've ever written, haha xx

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