Summary: Chanyeol goes home.

Jinah couldn't get Junmyeon to use his private jet again since her cousin was grounded for using it the first time, so according to her, she talked to Taehyung (baby daddy and multi-millionaire) who then talked to Minseok (big baby, billionaire).

"Kim said he's sending you a ride within the hour and it'll take you the airport. Ticket's booked, just show them your passport. By the way, this has got to be the most anti-climatic boyfriend visit I've ever had the chance to witness."

Packing up his things with Baekhyun's rambling is just... a hassle. It's a whole ing task trying to get done while holding back before . is not. going. as. ing. planned.

Chanyeol realizes he can't keep shoving clothes in his bag. He's going to end up with no space left if he doesn't at least fold something here and there.

Standing by the door, Baekhyun's slumped on the floor, soggy from the snow. He refused to change out of his clothes into something dry.

"I don't want you to leave, but if you go then I will, too."

"No, I told you already. You're staying." Chanyeol peaks at the time on the clock. He still has thirty minutes to kill. "Just.. stay for the rest of your trip. You already had things planned with them."

"Are you a dumb-dumb?" Baekhyun asks, incredulously. "I can't do that. Not when you're leaving like this! All the way back to Korea, too. Not even back to SoCal where we can at least hang out alone. No, all the way back across the ocean! Really?"

"What am I supposed to do?" Chanyeol mutters, closing his bag and dropping it on the floor by his feet. "I don't want to be here anymore. I came to see you, but that was stupid. I should've planned better because this is just some ing disaster."

Baekhyun doesn't immediately say something. He keeps his eyes low on the floor before standing up.

Then, he starts ing his shirt. "You're so stubborn. Like, the most stubborn person I've ever met, and you're lucky I love you or else I'd probably tell you that you're also being a fudging ," he huffs. After the last button in popped off, he shrugs off the pajama shirt and throws it on the ground. "Fine. You don't like my friends and they don't like you. And yeah, Jon's mean. I don't like him either. But you're so... hard-headed! I still want you with me. Even if it's not in this cabin or whatever. Why're you running away like... like... I don't know? A wimp?"

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "You did not just call me a wimp."

"Well, you are so deal with it... wimp."

"And I'm supposed to take you, the half- idiot, seriously?"

"No, you're supposed to take me seriously because I'm your boyfriend, wimp." Baekhyun starts shimmying out of his pajama pants. "I won't let you leave me here."

"Even if you get in the car with me, then what? You don't have a ticket."

"I can call Minseokkie. I think he owes me a favor or two!"

Down with the pants.

And the damp underwear, too.

Chanyeol's not amused, keeping his eyes steadily on Baekhyun. "You're really going to abandon your friends like this?"

"I can make friends anywhere," Baekhyun mutters, kicking all of his wet clothes away from him. "But there's only one of you and you're standing here in front of me, getting ready to leave. And, you know what? It makes me scared because I feel like if you leave like this, you won't come back and things won't be the same."

"Baek..." Chanyeeol's voice gets caught in his throat. . "It's not like that."

"Yes, it is." Baekhyun's adamant. "It's all over your face, the way you're acting... everything. But that's fine, because I feel that way, too. That's how I've been feeling with our relationship--long-distance and all."

"I know--"

"But you don't really know." The runt walks over to his suitcase and sets it on the floor. "I think a lot about us... Also about your well-being and... just-- I guess, things in general. Where we'll be in a few years, what we'll be doing, how many cat siblings we'll get for Salem... Things like that!"

Leaning against the bunkbed post, Chanyeeol crosses his arms as he watches Baekhyun put on a new pair of boxers. One piece at a time, the latter starts becoming more and more clothed.

"You should be focusing on school," he says. Part of him appreciates hearing the runt think so confidently about them, but at the same time, he knows how big of a distraction it really is. "Stop thinking about like that."

"It helps me de-stress, especially when I feel like I'm being buried under all of my school work." Putting on a blank, white tee, Baekhyun looks Chanyeol in the eye. His hands are by his side... kind of curled into balls of fists. "For the love of fudge, I don't know how many times I have to say that I just want to be with you! So, don't go back to Korea. I'm not ready for you to leave me again, especially all mad and stuff at me for bringing you into this mess."

"I've already ruined this whole trip. I think we both know it would've gone better without me." Chanyeol doesn't move when he sees Baekhyun take a step toward him. Instead, hee stays in place. "I should've planned this whole better, maybe even try and fly in after Christmas just to save you the damn hassle--"

"I don't care about the trip! I never did. I got pulled into it, too!" Baekhyun interrupts, stopping just inches away from the looming giant. "I just tried to make the most of it and ended up underestimating the whole thing. I'm sorry, okay? I should've known better."

They stand in silence for a few seconds... Neither one says anything and Chanyeol's left at a loss. He doesn't know what to ing do either.

Sighing, Baeekhyun steps forward and pushes his underneath the latter's arms until he's able to wrap them around his boyfriend's waist. "Hug me back... You haven't really hugged me or kissed me these past few days. I'm starting to think I smell or something."

Heaving his tense shoulders, Chanyeol gives in and wraps his arms around his stupid runt. "No. You don't smell," he says, resting his chin against the top of Baekhyun's head. "I'm sorry, too. Been in a ty mood lately. I just need to get the hell out of here."

"Then let's go back home. My home." Baekhyun squeezes him. "Tell Jinah to change your flight to LAX. I'll call and ask Minseokkie for the favor."

"Baekhyun. I'm being serious—"

The brunet stops. "So am I. My friends will understand— and if they don't, then fine. But I'm not going to act like I wouldn't choose you over them. Even if we fight."

Chanyeol clenches his jaw...

"I love you, Park Chanyeol."

He's... filled with mixed emotions.

Biting his lower lip, Chanyeol gives up. He sighs, holding the persistent runt against him.

There were too many things to think about, decisions to be made in the long-run. The gangster doesn't know what the future has for him (or them), but there is one thing he doesn't  even have to question.

"I love you, too, Baekhyun."

He says it quietly, but enough.

Raising his head, Baekhyun offers a small smile. "Let's go home."

A/n: it's over for now but then it won't be over and it'll just get started and then 2013 and then camping haha

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