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The Letter 6

Chapter 6
Drowning Wednesday

Wednesday came around pretty quickly. Baekhyun avoided Chanyeol all day on Tuesday and he was still going pretty strong despite the annoyed looks he kept receiving from across the cafeteria.  When Tao sat down at the table, making an exasperated sound, Baekhyun tore his eyes away from Chanyeol.

“I’m dead, you guys!” Tao cried. “I don’t know what to do! I-I didn’t mean to do it!”

Baekhyun kept eating, but glanced on over to Suho, who was usually the expert at handling situations. “Calm down, Tao. What’re you going on about?”

“I kicked Kris Wu in the face!” Tao said with his shoulders hanging.

Suho, Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun gawked at him. “You kicked him in the face!?” Kyungsoo burst out.

“Well, we were playing soccer, right? I wasn’t able to aim the ball in the correct direction so I ended up kicking the ball in his face!”

“Did you at least apologize?” Baekhyun asked.

“Yeah! I mean, I was…I was going to, but—”

Suho groaned. “Tao…”

“You don’t understand, though!” Tao cried. “He kept screaming at me! I couldn’t even get one word in! He called me a fucking wack-job and told me that my faggot ass needed to go die! He said he’d rip my earrings out, Suho.” Tao subconsciously covered his ears. “I…I didn’t know what else to do but to call him a fucker and then try my best to walk away.”

“Did you walk away?”

“Y-Yeah…” Tao looked down. “After I picked the ball up and purposely smashed it in his face…” he mumbled.

The three remained silent. Baekhyun put his food down. “Am I the only one who thinks that he deserved it the second time around?”

“Fucking Wu did deserve it!” Tao said. “But damn it…he’s gonna come back and kill me for it, I swear.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Kris growled. “I’m gonna rip that kid to shreds if it’s the last fucking thing I do.”

“Who?” Kai asked, looking around.

“That little panda shit over there!” Kris barked, pointing over at Baekhyun’s table.

“Baek?” Chanyeol asked, a little bit concerned over the possibility.

“No!” Kris replied. “The kid sitting across from him! The one with the freak earrings!” Kris began to feel his cheek. “Shit. It’s bad, right? My face looks red, doesn’t it? Fuck. I feel like it’s bloated!”

“Calm the fuck down, Wu,” Sehun told him. “It’s not that fucking bad.”

Kris scowled. “Ugh, you don’t get it. None of you do!” Suddenly, he shot up. “Fuck this. I’m going home.”

“What about class?” Sehun smirked. The question was more like a mock question. School was a secondary priority between all of them.

“Like I give a shit right now,” Kris mumbled before leaving for home.

Afterschool,  Baekhyun caught up with Kyungsoo and asked him for a ride to Sehun’s house, which he scribbled down on a piece of paper. Kyungsoo happily obliged to do him the favor. During the car ride, Baekhyun’s phone began to vibrate. He fumbled around in his seat trying to get the phone out from his back pocket. When he unlocked it, he saw that he received a text from an unknown number.

From: [Unknown Number]

Hey, Baek!

Baekhyun frowned at the two-worded text from the unidentified number.

From: Baekhyun:

Hey. Can I ask who this is?

From: [Unknown Number]

It’s your man, babe ;)

Baekhyun stiffened. Kyungsoo glanced over and saw Baekhyun’s face, wondering what the text said that made he look that way. Baekhyun held the cellphone in both of his hands now, doing nothing, but staring at it. Then, after a few seconds he asked the inevitable.

From: Baekhyun

How the freak did you get my number!!!??

It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to get a reply.

From: [Unknown Number]

Your friend Kyungsoo’s a really nice guy, Baek!

Baekhyun scowled. But then, he got another text.

From: [Unknown Number]

But don’t you dare cheat on me with him and his big ey—

Baekhyun deleted that message. Park Chanyeol was an idiot. A manipulative one. Baekhyun turned his attention to Kyungsoo. “Kyung! Why!?”

Confused, Kyungsoo glanced at him, making sure he wasn’t too distracted from the road. “Wha—what? What’s happening?”

“You gave my number to that giant!” Baekhyun said. “That idiot-jerk-ass-fucker!”

“W-Who is this again?” Kyungsoo asked.

“Park Chanyeol!”

“Oh…He said that you guys were working on a proj—”

“Kyung, we’re not even in the same class!”

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry!” Kyungsoo apologized, fretting. His grip on the steering wheel became even harder.

“It’s fine! It’s fine!” Baekhyun cried, fearing that Kyungsoo’s sudden distress was going to get them both killed. “It’s okay! I’ll just deal with him.”

“Deal with him?” Kyungsoo pulled the car over. He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a conversation he should have while driving. “What do you mean?” When Baekhyun didn’t answer, Kyungsoo shoved him lightly on the shoulder. “Byun!”

“Kyungsoo, you promise not to tell anyone?” Baekhyun asked nervously. “Or kill me? Or anything?”

“Yeah! I won’t tell,” Kyungsoo assured. Baekhyun believed him. Kyungsoo was pretty trustworthy and loyal. “You know I won’t blab about it, so just tell me.”

“Well…Okay.” Baekhyun scrunched his face and was silent for a moment. “I might’ve accidentally fornicated with Park.” When Kyungsoo opened his mouth to say something, Baekhyun stopped him. “But the thing is that he won’t leave me alone!” Baekhyun buried his face in his hands.

Kyungsoo was quiet for a moment. “So…what do you mean by accidentally? It’s not like you just tripped and fell on his you-know-what, right?” Kyungsoo gave a nervous laugh. He really didn’t know what to think.

“Ugh…it was a blur,” Baekhyun said. It was a lie, though. It wasn’t. He wasn’t drunk. He was just blind in the dark. “I never should’ve gone to that party,” he groaned.

“Wait, you went to one of his parties!?” Kyungsoo asked with his eyes wide.

“Yeah, but Kyung, I—”

“Why didn’t I see you there?” Baekhyun was confused. What!? “Wait…you were accidentally making love with him upstairs, weren’t you?”

Baekhyun cringed at the words. Making Love. He never had a feel for them. They were too intimate. Too old fashioned. Too romantic to fit his situation with Chanyeol.  Then something clicked. “Wait—were you at the party!?”

“Yeah, someone invited me so I went…”

“Kyung, you don’t belong with those people.”

“Then what were you doing there?” Kyungsoo questioned. “I just wanted to fit in a bit…I don’t know.” Kyungsoo started the car and got back on the road again. “I’ve been thinking about going to the gym, Baek. Girls like guys who have nice bodies, right?”

“I like you the way you are, Kyung. You’re squishy.” Baekhyun said.

“Yeah, but girls don’t like squishy guys,” Kyungsoo mumbled. Before Baekhyun knew it, Kyungsoo had pulled up to Sehun’s house.

“Thanks, Kyung,” Baekhyun smiled. “I owe you one.”

“Uh, you had sex with Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo scoffed. “You don’t have to owe me anything.” Kyungsoo smirked and waved. “I’ll see you later, Baek. Should I come pick you up?”

Baekhyun thought about it. “No. I can get another ride.”

“Okay, then. Bye!”

Baekhyun watched as Kyungsoo drove away and tore his eyes from the car when he received another text.

From: [Unknown Number]

Baek! Quit ignoring me and reply, damn it.

Baekhyun didn’t. He ignored it and started walking to Sehun’s front door. Then he received another text.

From: [Unknown Number]

Baek! Baek! Why won’t you reply to me? If you don’t reply, I’m going over to your house to drag you out, you little vixen.

Baekhyun stopped in his tracks. What the hell was with this guy?

From: Baekhyun

Idiot! Go away!

Baekhyun stood there, in front of Sehun’s house—the guy he’s been in love with for two years—texting angrily at a guy whose head was as hard as his cock when he was har—wait. Baekhyun shook his head.

From: [Unknown Number]

Fine. I won’t go over to your place.  Come over to mine, then. Play with me.

From: Baekhyun


From: [Unknown Number]

Why not?

From: Baekhyun

I’m busy.

Chanyeol replied back, asking him if he was going to go cheat on him, but Baekhyun decided not to answer, again, to the stupid idiot. Instead, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and knocked on Sehun’s door.

Irked by Baekhyun’s lack of response, Chanyeol decided to text other people.

From: Chanyeol

Yo, Kris. Wanna go out tonight?

From Kris:

Did you not see my fucking face today!?

Okay, Chanyeol thought. Kris is a no-go. He decided to text Kai, but figured he was off at the gym doing whatever it was he did to stay fit. Sehun was the last person on his contact list that didn’t annoy the shit out of him…most of the time.

From: Chanyeol

Sehun-ah, let me come over.

From: Sehun

Maybe later.

Chanyeol frowned. It wasn’t exactly a “no”, but at the same time, it was just beyond vague. He sighed. He needed to expand his social circle. He laid on his bed for a few minutes before getting up and grabbing his car keys. He was going over to Sehun’s anyways. He was bored out of his fucking mind and needed something to distract him from that little mind-fucker Byun Baekhyun.

Sehun took Baekhyun upstairs to his room. It was much grungier than he would’ve imagined, but the smell was definitely Sehun. Sehun walked over to his desk and turned his laptop on. “You can do the research here,” he said.

 Baekhyun blinked. Did Sehun expect him to do the project himself? Nonetheless, he nodded. He took a seat in Sehun’s swivel chair while Sehun sat on his bed.

Working in silence for about five minutes, Baekhyun typed their research topic on different engines. Sehun interrupted his train of thought when he asked, “Do you know who Luhan is, Baek?”

It was a random question out of the blue. Baekhyun stopped typing and swiveled around to face Sehun. “Um, yeah…”

“Oh.” Sehun remained silent for a few seconds. “How is he?”

Baekhyun glanced around and rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s fine. He told me that college was going great for him.”

“Oh, really?” Sehun asked even though the tone in his voice sounded like he couldn’t give a shit. He just nodded, but in the back of his mind, he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to know more. “Is he here? Like, in Seoul, right now?”

Baekhyun nodded. “Yeah, but he’s leaving in a few days from now.”

Hearing this stumped Sehun  knowing that his window to see Luhan was quickly closing. He jumped off his bed and walked over to his desk, taking his keys and cellphone. “Byun, I’ll be gone for a while.”

Baekhyun didn’t know what to say. “But…but the project—”

Sehun stopped and sighed under his breath. “I won’t take long. I’ll be gone ten minutes at most.” He began to make his way to the door. “I’ll be back to drive you home. Don’t worry.” With that, Sehun left. Baekhyun was still staring at the door a minute after Sehun left, wondering what the hell just happened. He felt abandoned.

Chanyeol parked his car in front of Sehun’s house, fifteen minutes after he left his. He rang the doorbell and was let in by one of the maids. He was told that Sehun had left and wasn’t home at the moment. Chanyeol thanked her and decided to wait in his room for him. Maybe he could scare him when he got back home.

Chanyeol was unprepared for the sight he saw. Baekhyun was lying on his back on Sehun’s bed. This threw Chanyeol off. He wasn’t expecting to see Baekhyun, especially with all of those rejections through text. The vixen had been avoiding him as much as he could. He totally dismissed any of Chanyeol’s attempts to get to him. Maybe Chanyeol was being too forward. No. Having sex on the first night was too forward. A text was nothing.

Park Chanyeol was a possessive and jealous-driven guy, but his lack of interest in most of the people he dated in the past hindered this side of him from ever awakening. But, seeing Baekhyun—of all places—in Sehun’s bed did the job. The monster was evoked.

“So, is this what people call ‘busy’ nowadays?”

Recognizing the deep voice, Baekhyun immediately sat up. “Park!?”

“Byun!?” Chanyeol said, mocking Baekhyun’s voice. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“What’re you doing here?” Baekhyun asked quietly. He didn’t know why he was keeping his voice down. Maybe he was still sad by the fact that Sehun had left him without any notice.

“I should be asking you that, Baek,” Chanyeol asked. Baekhyun cringed. He could hear the annoyed tone in his voice, which he didn’t like. As if Chanyeol had any right to be annoyed with him right then!

“I’m Sehun’s partner, Park,” Baekhyun said, slowly regaining his stone-hard voice.

“Partner?” Chanyeol left his station and strode over to Baekhyun. Baekhyun, in turn, jumped off the bed and stood on his own two feet. Then the two stood in front of each other. One looking down, the other looking slightly up.  “What? Is he your mate now? Did you confess to him?”

Baekhyun could feel himself getting equally annoyed. “What!?”

“You heard m—”

“I fucking heard you, you freaking over-obsessed dumb ass!” Baekhyun cried, not fearing down and kept constant eye contact. “No! We’re not! But what’s it to you anyways!?”

The question went ignored. “Then quit with the vague words like ‘partner’ and shit, Baek,” Chanyeol told him. “What’re you doing here?” he asked again.

“We’re working on a project, you giant dick!” Too late did Baekhyun realize what he said.

Chanyeol smirked at the comment, but received a punch in the gut by the smaller guy before he could make a sexual comeback. “Shit, Baek…” he wheezed.

“Now go away,” Baekhyun said, feeling no pity for Chanyeol. “We’re working here.” He sat back in the chair he left minutes-on-end ago and tried to keep working. He couldn’t. His mind was too occupied. “And Park? My relationship status with other people isn’t your business.”

“Oh, I don’t think—”

“Well, no one asked for your opinion, Park,” Baekhyun cut him off.

Chanyeol scrunched a brow. He grabbed the back of the chair Baekhyun was in and with the help of the rolling wheels, wheeled him away from the laptop and turned his chair around. Chanyeol put both of his hands on the chair and leaned forward,  making sure Baekhyun had a clear view of him. “Quit cutting me off,” he ordered. Then he moved closer to Baekhyun as if he had an intention of kissing him. “And quit avoiding me.”

Baekhyun made a face. “Screw you, Park. I’ll stop avoiding you when you stop attacking me.”

“I would love to stop attacking you, Baek,” Chanyeol smirked. “But you’re just pure sex wherever you go.” Baekhyun’s eyes widened. “How the fuck did I not notice you before?”

Chanyeol was too close for comfort. Baekhyun pushed a hand in his face and pushed the giant away. Then he took the opportunity to get away from that little miniature trap-of-a-chair. “I don’t know, Park. Maybe you were too busy shoving your face in big, hentai-like breasts,” Baekhyun said, half-joking.

Chanyeol looked away and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I wasn’t being seri—”

Chanyeol mischeviously glanced at Baekhyun. “—But you’re all I think about now.”

Frick…Baekhyun didn’t know what to think. Should he be flattered or creeped out? The door was right there. He could make a dash for it. He could jump in his car an—fuck. He didn’t have a car anymore.

“I don’t want that,” Baekhyun finally said.

“Don’t want what?”

“I don’t want to be on your mind,” Baekhyun clarified. “I want you to leave me alone. You know I like Sehun. That letter came to you by accident, Park. It…it wasn’t meant for you.”

Chanyeol’s smirk awkwardly faltered. It was gone for a few seconds before it came back on his face. But, Baekhyun noticed, this smirk was a little…different. “Baek, I already told you. Sehun’s not the guy for you. He’s not here. I am.”

“He is here, Park!”

“Oh? Then where? Under the bed?” Chanyeol furthered the distance between them and pretended to look under the bed, and when nothing was found, he looked back at Baekhyun momentarily before yelling around, “Hey, you little shit, get the fuck over here!”

Baekhyun couldn’t breathe. Chanyeol just called Sehun words he would never associate with the kind kid. “Chanye—”

“Huh. He’s not here,” Chanyeol concluded. “Where’d he go?”

“He said he’d be back in ten—”

“When did he leave you?” When Baekhyun remained silent, hurtfully scowling at Chanyeol, Chanyeol tried again. “Baek! I asked you when he left—”

“He left like twenty-five minutes ago…”Baekhyun mumbled.

Chanyeol stood there staring at Baekhyun who had refused to look him in the eye when he told him the piece of information. It was clear that he was a bit hurt. “You were basically stood up, Baek.”

“Shut up.”


“Fuck, just go away, will you!?” Baekhyun, exasperated, walked over to Sehun’s bed. He didn’t care. He just flopped on that thing like it was his own. Screw it.

He laid there with his stomach and face facing the bed. Baekhyun thought how easy he could die right then and there if someone was just kind enough to hold his head down and refuse him air. But then he thought about it. There was a fat chance of that. Chanyeol probably wouldn’t do that. He was too interested.

“Baek?” Chanyeol called. His voice was different from the one he was just using a moment ago when he was practically interrogating the shit out of him.

Baekhyun replied something, but his voice was muffled by the comforter.

Chanyeol moved over to him and thought about placing himself on top of the kid, but decided against it. The position would’ve been too sexual and if anything, Baekhyun didn’t need that right then and there. Chanyeol decided to keep a mental note to dry hump Baekhyun some other time.

Instead, Chanyeol got on Sehun’s bed, too. Using his strength, Chanyeol  pulled Baekhyun over to him so that Baekhyun was laying on his chest instead of the bed. Baekhyun’s immediate instinct was to punch Chanyeol in his face and pound on the giant’s chest beneath him, which was quite possible. He decided he didn’t want to punch the guy and settled for trying to squirm away, but Chanyeol's arms of steel kept him locked in place.

Even so, Baekhyun tried. When he was squirming, Baekhyun's body rubbed and rustled on Chanyeol's. He didn’t realize any of it until Chanyeol groaned and then growled, “Stay put, vixen, or else I’ll end up having you right here.”

That made Baekhyun stop. “Let me go, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol smirked. He liked it better when Baekhyun used his name and not his surname. “I will.”

Baekhyun waited. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to let me go?” Baekhyun asked. He didn’t know why they were speaking in hushed voices.

“No,” Chanyeol laughed and only hugged Baekhyun closer to his chest. “Never.”

Baekhyun mentally groaned in annoyance, but at the same time, he appreciated this non-sexual act. The way Sehun left made him feel unimportant, which made him angry and sad because what right did he have to feel that way? None. Whatever, Baekhyun thought when he stopped the resisting and put his head back on Chanyeol’s chest. This relationship’s already weird as fuck anyways…

He wasn’t expecting any visitors so when Luhan got a ring at the door, he cautiously walked up to it. When he opened the door, air left him.


“Lulu…” Sehun looked at Luhan with his piercing eyes before pushing Luhan back into the house, forcing his way in, and using his foot to kick the door close.

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