Baekhyun laid on Chanyeol's chest for a few more seconds in silence before feeling Chanyeol start to grow underneath him. He pushed off of the giant, who protested, trying to pull him back down, but this time, Baekhyun possessed the strength and will to break loose.
“Sehun’s obviously not gonna come back,” he said without looking at Chanyeol as he went to grab his things. “I should just go.”
Chanyeol took a breather before sitting up. His hair was a mess. “Come home with me.”
“No,” Baekhyun replied.
“Let me drive you home, then.”
“Definitely no,” Baekhyun said.
“Why? I know where you live, don’t I?”
“Of course you do.”
Chanyeol frowned. “Unless you told me the address of some other person’s house.”
“Now why would I do that?” Baekhyun asked as he put the notes he was taking at Sehun’s desk and putting them in his bag.
“You don’t want me breaking in and crawling in your bed at night.”
“As if the only thing you’d probably do is crawl in,” Baekhyun pointed out. “Anyways, I don’t need a ride.”
“Quit being stupid and just let me drive you to that guy Luhan’s house! At least!” Chanyeol said, getting annoyed by Baekhyun’s evasiveness and rejections.
Baekhyun stopped and turned around to look at Chanyeol who was giving him a look on the bed. “Luhan? You know Luhan?”
“Sehun does. He’s the one who told me about your dumb little lie, babe.” Chanyeol cocked his head. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask, but what exactly did you do at that guy’s house after you went inside?”
Baekhyun scrunched a brow. “What else do you think we did, Park? Of course we just went at it and fucked each other raw until I was filled with his manly-ass semen,” he said sarcastically.
Chanyeol stared at Baekhyun for a while. Baekhyun did the same, staring Chanyeol down. “As much as the visual of you doing it with some other guy really fucking irritates me, Baek, I do like imagining cum coming out of your ass. I didn’t get to see it last time, you know.”
“Fuck you, Park,” Baekhyun puffed. He slipped on his backpack and started walking out of Sehun’s room. “Screw you. Screw your dick. Screw your face. Screw your big, fat house. Screw your party. Screw your freaking car. Screw everything about you!” he said as he walked through the door way and started for the stairs.
Chanyeol hopped off the bed and fixed his hair with a hand while walking after Baekhyun. It was like déjà vu of the morning after the party. “Baek, I know for a fact that you live nowhere near this neighborhood, now stop fucking around and let me take you home, which, this time, you will tell me where the hell you live, or so help me, I will take you to my house and we can repeat Friday night all over again except this time you’ll be tied to my bed, with a ring around that cock of yours, screaming my name until I decide when you can go home. You understand?”
Baekhyun glanced at the stairs then back at Chanyeol. They had a silent stand off until Baekhyun made a dash for it down the stairs. He didn’t want to repeat the slip that he had at Chanyeol’s house days ago so he took a hold of the railings. Chanyeol was in a confused daze for a split second before he realized Baekhyun was attempting to run away.
“Baek!” He yelled from the top of the stairs. “Fucking vixen!” he mumbled, angry, but amused. He began to quickly make the journey down.
Before he could reach the steps, Baekhyun was already at the door picking up his shoes. “Thank you so much for having me!” he quickly said to a maid as he yanked the door open. He looked back and saw that Chanyeol was already on ground level, quickly stalking over to him with a brooding look. Baekhyun looked down at his shoes.
Shit…Baekhyun decided he didn’t have time. He dashed out of the house without any shoes on. The stone pavement Sehun's property had hurt Baekhyun’s bare feet so he decided to run away using the lawn.
By the time Chanyeol looked out the door, Baekhyun was already on the sidewalk. “My fucking barefoot Cinderella…” Chanyeol, unlike Baekhyun, was in no hurry. He quickly put his shoes back on and left the house after bidding the maid good-bye. He sighed as he got into his car and started it. He couldn’t see Baekhyun anymore. The kid probably turned a corner…Chanyeol thought.
Chanyeol decided to ride his car around the block, but he couldn’t find Baekhyun. He decided to search the next block…then the next…and the next, but Baekhyun wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Chanyeol’s insides were screaming. He could see that daylight was slowly depleting. How far can someone who’s barefoot run!? Chanyeol stepped on the brakes when he realized that a stop sign was present and slammed his palm on the wheel before gripping it with both hands. What the fuck, Baek…Were you fucking kidnapped…
Chanyeol suddenly sat up. He grabbed his phone and called Baekhyun’s phone. It went to automatic voicemail. Chanyeol took the phone off his ear and stared at it before looking back at the sun. It was getting dark. He knew Baekhyun didn’t live within walking distance from Sehun’s house. The idiot probably told his friend that Sehun was going to drive him home. Fat fucking chance of that…Chanyeol caught himself in the rearview mirror and for some reason, he was scared. He was alone in the car, but that wasn’t why. It was the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be alone. Baekhyun was supposed to be beside him, not somewhere wandering to god knows where. Frustrated, Chanyeol kept driving around, keeping his eyes on the lookout.
Baekhyun sat in the swing, pushing himself depressingly while drinking a bottle of water he bought at the convenience store he entered to hide out from Chanyeol an hour ago. He sighed. He looked up at the dark sky and then wondered what the hell he was going to do. His phone was dead. He should’ve charged it the night before or at least turned it off to conserve what was left of it so that he could’ve called Kyungsoo or Suho! Hell, even Tao and his bike would’ve been fine.
He sighed as he kicked at the dirt below his feet. “Maybe I should just try and go back to Sehun’s house…”
“Maybe you should’ve shut the fuck up and just accepted my offer to take you home.”
Baekhyun twirled his swing seat around to catch a glimpse of the giant behind him. The streetlights in the neighborhood were better than the ones Baekhyun was usually in. They were bright enough to see. “Chanyeol…” Baekhyun felt some sort of relief seeing someone he actually knew and not just strangers passing by.
He got off the swing and walked toward Chanyeol. “You have no idea how I’m actually happy to see you! Which is weird, cause—”
“Shut up.” Chanyeol reached forward and pulled Baekhyun toward him by his forearm. “I’m tired. I was just out of my fucking mind a minute ago until I saw you by accident. I wasted fucking gas. My feet hurt from walking certain places where my fucking car can’t get through. So, do me a favor, and just shut up.”
Chanyeol began to drag Baekhyun to his parked car and Baekhyun let him. “Chanyeol, I’m sorry—”
Chanyeol opened the passenger side of the car. “I don’t give a shit. Get in.”
Baekhyun had no other choice. He got in and when Chanyeol was done checking to see if his feet were in, he slammed it shut and strode over to the driver’s side, swiftly entering. In one movement, he shut his own door. In the next, the keys were already and the engine was alive.
Chanyeol steered the car from its parked position and finally got on the road again. They traveled in silence until a stop light turned red and Chanyeol was forced to stop. He turned the GPS on at this time and, when asked where to go, he said, “Home.”
Baekhyun turned to Chanyeol. “Home? As in my home right?” Chanyeol didn’t answer. “Chanyeol!”
“I gave you a fucking chance, Baek, but you kind of just threw it away, so no. Not your house.”
“Y-You can’t just take me off somewhere against my own freaking will!” Baekhyun cried. “You’re fucking nuts, Chanyeol, if you think you can!”
“I’ve been fucking nuts for the last hour, so why not for a few more minutes.”
Baekhyun sighed. “I’m sorry, okay!? I thought…I thought I could call Kyung to pick me up, but my phone died.” When Chanyeol didn’t say anything, Baekhyun kept talking. “I wasn’t even that far by the time you decided to hunt me down! Maybe I was still in that small little convenience store and you just never got out to look! I was going to go back to Sehun’s house, but I forgot my way there—”
“Of course you fucking did,” Chanyeol snapped. “You were aimlessly walking in fucking zigzags. I don’t know how you fucking did it, but congratulations, you walked two fucking miles from Sehun’s house.” The light turned green and Chanyeol continued to drive.
“Chanyeol, just take me home, please,” Baekhyun asked. “I got worked up over this stupid day just because of him, but then he left. God knows what the hell he’s doing right now, but I bet it’s probably better than hanging out with someone like me. Then I go stupid and run the fuck away. My feet hurt. I’m hungry. My phone died. Everything that happened was just pointless because I did a fucking three-sixty and ended up in your car anyways.”
Chanyeol didn’t respond so Baekhyun let his head lay and changed the seat to be more comfortable. He began to close his eyes, which were feeling droopy by the second. As he opened his eyes for a moment and stared at the ceiling, Chanyeol said, “I’ll wake you up when we get to my house, Baek…”
Baekhyun fell asleep feeling upset that Chanyeol didn’t change his mind about taking him directly to his own house. His eyes slowly fluttered open when the car came to a stop and Chanyeol leaned over and stole a quick kiss from him before putting the car on park.
“Are we at your house already?” Baekhyun asked glumly.
“Then where are we?” Baekhyun asked as he rubbed his tired eyes.
“We’re at your house, Baek.” It was dark, but Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol was watching him.
“My house?” Baekhyun turned to the window and sure enough, there was his house.
Before he could ask Chanyeol how he knew where he actually lived, Chanyeol dismissed him. “Go.”
Baekhyun did nothing, wondering whether or not this was some sort of trick. Chanyeol looked away from him. “Baek, I swear, if you don’t get out of my car right now and get your ass inside your safe little house, I’m changing my fucking mind and taking you back to my house where I will make sure you won’t be able to runaway—much less walk—from me again.”
Baekhyun wasn’t going to cross Chanyeol again. He took his backpack in his arms, opened the door, and got out—all with Chanyeol not sparing him a glance in fear of actually changing his mind. Baekhyun reached his house and let himself in with his own keys. He immediately went to his upstairs bedroom and looked out the window. “Chanyeol…what the hell are you doing…” Baekhyun mumbled to himself when he saw Chanyeol hit his head on the steering wheel and slam the dashboard with a fist before putting the car on drive and making a very illegal mid-street U-turn.
Chanyeol arrived home ten minutes later. He didn’t take the time to greet his servants who greeted him. He went straight to his room, undressed, got in the shower, and promptly got rid of some built up frustration caused by the running of his own imagination, triggered by his own words. The entire scene he set up to scare Baekhyun—the one about tying him to the bed and having sex until he couldn’t walk straight anymore— it backfired. Now he was in the shower with the cold water on trying to take care of an unwanted problem.