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The Letter 35

Chapter 35
A Morning Car Drive

Baekhyun had to admit that taking the weekend off to go to have some fun and spend the next day to just lounge around was one of the better advices that his parents had ever given him. He, of course, ended up spending an hour or so doing his homework, but for him, they weren’t much of a hassle. In this time of not having to worry about anything, Baekhyun let his phone be and didn’t bother turning it back on until school the next Monday.

Slipping on his shoes with one hand, Baekhyun turned his head behind him and shouted a good-bye to his parents, who were still eating breakfast in the kitchen. He fell into a happy step as he walked to the front, car keys in hand. He was nearing his car, but it wasn’t even a second since he unlocked it from a mild bit away that he came to a halt as a jet black car stopped abruptly in front of him. Having been in that car a few times, Baekhyun waved at it even though the tinted windows made it a bit hard to see who the driver was.

The driver’s side opened, but all Baekhyun could think about was how the car was awkwardly in the middle of the two way road. “Chanyeol, you’re in the middle of the street,” Baekhyun started.

Chanyeol moved around his car, moving to Baekhyun, but glanced back when Baekhyun mentioned the fact. “Doesn’t matter. The faster you get in, the quicker we can go.”

Baekhyun held his keys up. “I’m driving myself to school, though.”

Chanyeol sighed before he took the final steps to Baekhyun. His hand took the keys, but to Chanyeol’s surprise, Baekhyun kept a hold. “Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun raised a brow after hearing Chanyeol say his without making it shorter. “Okay,” he said, nodding.

Chanyeol’s hold on Baekhyun switched from his keys to around his shoulder, herding him to the passenger side of the car. “Good. We’re starting on the right foot this morning.”

“Mhm,” Baekhyun mindlessly hummed as Chanyeol pulled the door open to him. Without taking much time, Baekhyun got inside and adjusted the seat. He figured Kris was the last one to sit in it since the seat was slightly like Chanyeol’s.

When Chanyeol joined him inside the car, Baekhyun watched him as he ran a hand through his hair while simultaneously turning the engine on. Chanyeol proceeded to then move the car forward, moving it from the middle to its rightful place on the road.

Chanyeol didn’t initiate a conversation for the first minute or two and Baekhyun thought that was a little weird—adding to the weirdness of Chanyeol suddenly picking him up without notice. “So, how was picking up your parents?” Baekhyun offered.

“It was fine,” Chanyeol replied, but that was curtly said.

Baekhyun nodded with thin lips. His glance went to the window on his left. “I bet you’re happy that they’re back now—”

Chanyeol cut in. “More or less. Never mind about my weekend. How was yours?” he asked, glancing sharply at Baekhyun, who was in the midst of pulling out his cellphone.

“Uh, it was fine,” he said, mimicking Chanyeol’s answer.

Chanyeol decided he didn’t like the quick answer that mirrored his own. “Give me more details, Baek. How was Lotte World?”

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol. He knew that Chanyeol had good intentions, but the tone in his voice made it sound like a heavy question. “It was fun. We went on a lot of rides—”Baekhyun said with a smile on his face. He turned to Chanyeol “—we even went on the ice rink. I mean, I don’t the first thing about it or anything and I fell a lot, but—”

Chanyeol furrowed his brows. “You fell!?”

“Well, not a lot,” Baekhyun said glancing down for a second. “He caught me for the most part.” Then, Baekhyun turned himself forward again, opening up his cellular device. “If he wasn’t there, my knees would probably be more bruised than they are now.”

Chanyeol wasn’t quick to respond. If Baekhyun hadn’t looked over at his lack of a reply, he probably would not have seen the displeased look on Chanyeol’s face.  “Baek, who did you go to the park with?”

Baekhyun rubbed his eyes. “I told you. I went with La—” He stopped. Chanyeol’s eyes flickered from the side and Baekhyun knew he slipped up. “—Suho,” he said, trying to recover, but the way Chanyeol’s lips thinned and the way the car was suddenly pulled over off to the side gave Baekhyun the strong impression that he was beyond saving.

“Lay.” The name came out with brooding certainty and Baekhyun sighed. He was about to roll his eyes and turn his head off to the side, but Chanyeol took a hand, took a hold of Baekhyun’s chin, forcing him to hold his gaze. “You went with Lay after I told you—”

“I had no one else to—”

“—After,” Chanyeol said, cutting Baekhyun off harder, “I told you that you could choose anyone else, but him.”

Baekhyun frowned. “Who else was I supposed to ask, Yeol? No one else was available!”

“You could’ve asked me for some recommendations,” Chanyeol replied. He let his hand down; he felt like he didn’t need a hand to keep Baekhyun from straying from the conversation. “You didn’t have to lie.”

“Well, I kinda had to,” Baekhyun said, motioning a hand at Chanyeol. “Your reaction is just like how I thought it’d be and it’s pissing me off because I don’t understand why!”

“It’s because you lied and you went off behind my back!” Chanyeol argued. “I had a less-than-wonderful night and I was going to ask you how your day went, but you didn’t even answer your god damn phone!”

“I didn’t get your phone calls that night, Yeol—”

Chanyeol lips thinned in frustration, and then he reached over and took Baekhyun’s phone away from him. “You didn’t? Hn.”

Baekhyun wasn’t too entirely sure what the hell Chanyeol was trying to do with his phone. His phone was locked. It had a passcode. Like that giant knows what the hell it is—Baekhyun was appalled when he heard the phone unlock. “What the hell! How do you know my password!?”

Chanyeol only gave him a quick glance before going to his call history and shoving the LCD screen in Baekhyun's face. “Calls. Chanyeol. Fifteen. All unanswered except for the last call on Saturday, which was—as you can see—rejected.”

Baekhyun blinked a few times. He knew that Chanyeol had called him when he finally turned his phone back on that morning, but he never paid any attention to the small icons on the side telling him whether or not he missed the call or turned it down. That last call puzzled him as much as it made Chanyeol angry.

“I might’ve been asleep at this time, Yeol,” Baekhyun said, taking the phone from Chanyeol and looking up at him. “Maybe I sat on my phone.”

“You couldn’t have because you always keep your phone in your front pocket,” Chanyeol pointed out, glancing at Baekhyun’s pants. “I know you, Baek.”

"Yeah, well then, I dont know how that call got rejected." Baekhyun sighed, putting the phone back into his pocket. When he saw Chanyeol's unrelenting gaze, he said,“Okay, fine.” He leaned back in his seat, fully assured that they’d be late to school if he didn’t just get the conversation over with. “I went to Lotte World with Lay. I asked him after I asked everyone. I had fun. Lay did, too—”

“—Oh, I bet he fucking did,” Chanyeol said, looking Baekhyun up and down. The action didn’t go unnoticed to Baekhyun.

“Will you stop?” Baekhyun snapped. “We had a nice time. He saved me from eating ice half the time we were on the rink.” Baekhyun continued to tell Chanyeol of the general things that happened. “Then we decided to take photos. He took half of them and I—”

“You took photos?” It sounded more like a statement.

“Yeah,” Baekhyun said as he shrugged. He leaned off his seat and rummaged through his bag. It took a moment, but he was able to get his wallet out. He opened it and showed Chanyeol the photo strips he had in one of the pockets. “We took them in one of the booths, but we decided not to edit—” Chanyeol snatched the wallet from Baekhyun “—them…”

Chanyeol cursed. Not because of Lay—perhaps a little—but because Baekhyun in the photo looked so god damn happy. Had he ever seen the guy smile like that at him? Chanyeol couldn’t recall. And Lay, on the other hand, looked like he was bursting. What the fuck? Who the hell was this guy in the photo?

“Are you done?” Baekhyun asked after a while.

Chanyeol looked from the photo to Baekhyun. “Baek, smile for me.”

Baekhyun quirked his eyebrows at the request. “Um…Okay,” he said, smiling at Chanyeol. It was awkward, but only due to the fact that it was commanded on him.

Chanyeol wasn’t impressed. “Why can’t you look like this when you’re with me?”

Baekhyun shrugged, lifting his hands. “I don’t know. We never really do anything.” Then he paused and looked away. “But for the record, you’ve seen me make faces no one’s ever seen before.” His ears turned noticeably red.

“Not that they ever will,” Chanyeol added.

“Right. Not that they ever will,” Baekhyun nodded, looking down.

Chanyeol lifted Baekhyun’s head so that their conversation could be face to face again. “But I wanna see more of you than just the side of you in bed, Baek. I don’t wanna know you as a liar who goes and does the opposite of whatever I tell you.”

“I lied for good reasons,” Baekhyun argued, taking the wallet back.

“I dont care. For all I know, shit could’ve happened,” Chanyeol said. “You know I don’t trust Lay.”

“He was the only one available, Yeol!” Baekhyun said, pulling from Chanyeol’s hold. “How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“Baek, you don’t understand!” Chanyeol roughly touched his hair, messing it up, giving him a sexier look—Baekhyun cursed him. “Lay…He likes to take things away from me. It fucking started in middle school. We were actually friends, but then I don’t know what the fuck happened, but he stopped hanging out with us. He got new friends and he got into a bad habit of taking things from Kai, Kris, Sehun, and Me.” Chanyeol bobbled his head. “For the most part, I’ve been the main target. I didn’t give a shit much until you came along with that ass of yours.”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened. He looked like he was about to run out the car, but Chanyeol held him by the shoulder. “Listen, I’ve seen that bastard go so far as to seduce my past girlfr—” He stopped himself when he saw Baekhyun’s facial expression twitch at the half-way said word “—I mean, affiliations. I don’t want you to end up one them. I don’t want that bastard to take you away.”

“He’s not going to,” Baekhyun said too quickly. He took a moment to recover from the embarrassment from having answered too eagerly and fast. “I’m not going to be seduced by him if that’s what you’re worried about…”

“He has other methods, too, though.” Chanyeol sighed. “The letter…I read the letter you gave me.”

Baekhyun gave him a look. “You read it!? I thought you said you never got it!” He sounded angry.

Chanyeol needed to cover himself before Baekhyun misunderstood. “I retrieved it! Well, someone else did, but hell, Baek…I love you, too.” Baekhyun thought he heard wrong, but when he realized he didn’t, he glanced away for a second before looking back up. He realized that Chanyeol was responding to the last part of the letter where he wrote: “…Love, Baek.”

“T-That was…That was improvised—I was tired. I—” Chanyeol cut Baekhyun off with a finger to his lips.

“You’re  not gonna take those words back. I don’t give a shit how tired you were, you said them, you wrote them, and now, they’re mine, just like you,” Chanyeol decreed. He dropped the finger. “But back to the point, I guess I should tell you where that letter was recovered from. Should I, Baek?” Chanyeol asked. He wanted to tell Baekhyun the truth, but he had a damn strong feeling that Baekhyun was growing close to Lay—that bastard.

Baekhyun took a moment to think about it. He wanted to know. He wanted to know what caused Chanyeol to not get that letter, which resulted in him staying out in the rain, crying like a bitch over the idiot, who he cursed a thousand times. “Yeah. Sure. Tell me.”

“Lay’s house.”

Taken aback, Baekhyun shook his head. “Lay’s house…No. Lay and you might not be on friendly terms, but Lay’s different with me. He’s—”

“—No.” Chanyeol gave him a slight glare. “Lay is Lay and the Lay in that photo of yours isn’t real.” Chanyeol didn’t know this for sure, though. The Lay in that photo looked like he was genuinely smiling, but fuck, admitting that wasn’t going to prove any of Chanyeol’s points. “He took the letter when you weren’t looking or whatever. I don’t know how he got a hold of it, but he did, and he’s lying if he tells you that he didn’t intercept that letter of yours that I’ve been so fucking deprived of.” When Baekhyun remained silent, forever glancing at the photo of him and Lay at the theme park, Chanyeol frowned. “Baek, do you even believe me?”

At the question, Baekhyun shrugged a bit and that was his only response for a time. He stopped looking at the photo after a minute, and turned his head back to Chanyeol, who was still intently looking at him. “Can we get to school already?” he asked softly.

“Do you believe me or not?”

Baekhyun sighed, putting the wallet back in his back before leaning on his seat again. “I believe you, Yeol.”

“Are you lying to me again?”

Baekhyun shook his head. “No.”

Chanyeol studied Baekhyun’s face. “Ask me to forgive you.”

“What for?”

Chanyeol almost slammed his own head to the steering wheel. “For going against what I told you not to do.”

Baekhyun looked Chanyeol in the eye and nodded. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“Are you serious right now? Or are you just faking this answer again?”

Baekhyun scowled. “Are you gonna question everything I fucking say now?” he snapped.

Chanyeol shrugged as he put the car back on drive. “Can’t help it now, can I?” He pulled the car back on the road. “I have one more question, though.”

“Fuck, Yeol! If it’s another thing about Lay—”

“Do you really want me? Or like me? Or love me, even, as you implied in the letter?”

Baekhyun looked at Chanyeol from the side and saw a smirk on his face. “Those are a lot of questions.”

“Just answer them one by one, then.”

Baekhyun paused, and then sighed. He pulled out his headphones from his bag and plugged them into his phone. “Mhm.” He put the buds in his ears.


Chanyeol looked over at Baekhyun, who nodded his head. “Yeah.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, vixen, cause for all I know, it could be another one of your evasive-as-fuck answers.”

“It means yes, you idiot,” Baekhyun mumbled. His head was hung, facing his phone, to avoid looking at Chanyeol. Chanyeol’s smirk grew and he hummed “Mhm” for a minute or two as he drove before Baekhyun punched him in the side out of embarrassment.

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