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He was pretty sure that even if Baekhyun didn’t show it, he was worried about Chanyeol too. The constant texts with did you talk to Yeol
"Warmth spreads through him, from his heart to the tips of his fingers. How could he not love this guy. He sniffs the steaming liquid inside the bottle and smiles. Herbal tea, with a hint of chamomile. He pours himself a cup and sips, eyes falling on Chanyeol’s figure. He should thank him in the morning."
“Yeah. I really missed you.” Chanyeol gives him his goofy grin, his lips already red and swollen and Wufan is filled with possessive pride because this boy is his.
He stares down while Chanyeol fidgets silently, eyes darting from side to side, to the mole on his lip, his chin then back to his lips. He knows what Chanyeol wants to do so he waits it out patiently, settling himself on the cradle Chanyeol’s hips made.
Inspired from this fic by thetwistedstar.
Chanyeol is too scared to take the first step.
Chanyeol gets kidnapped.
The title says it all.
Chanyeol is a university student with an alter ego of a radio personality and rooms with naive and oblivious writer Baekhyun. This story is a mess of confused love, where two people love each other without knowing that they love each other.
Where Chanyeol was announcing for their school sport meet and after seeing Baekhyun run in a race, decides to have him.
What would you have done if you had met your bias somewhere? Would you be like OMG ASJFKFdfesaigaj;":FJAOFIAHAY KRISUS I LOVE YOU GIMME YOUR AUTOGRAPH AND A HUG or would you just stay aside and pretend that you aren't there? Because you are too shy?
Baekhyun doesn't like going to the dentist. But then he meets a certain dark haired smiley kid whose name he didn't know. Soon he starts to look forward to his visits to the dentist because, well, he is there.
Kris has a book. A small notebook with single-lined pages, each page well dog-eared. He writes stuff in it. Not like a journal where you write about your day. Rather like his desires. Object of his desire? His best friend.