Baekhyun regretted for what he had done on that day.

 

 

Totally.

 

Throughout those few days, he had been seeing Yerin, coming in and out of their house more often.

 

As if it was her house.

 

“Goodbye.”

Yerin bowed and smiled brightly towards Chanyeol.

 

Chanyeol smiled back politely.

“Goodbye.”

 

Upon saying, he closed the gate.

Chanyeol sighed as he leaned against the gate.

 

“Is this what I really want?”

He muttered to himself.

 

 

 

✈

 

 

 

Back in the room, Baekhyun was lying flat, faced down on the bed.

The moment Chanyeol opened the bedroom door, he was taken aback by the scene.

But reverted back to normal the next minute.

 

Chanyeol walked to his side of room and took off his watch from the wrist.

 

 

“MFFFFFFff Mffffff.”

Baekhyun made those noises while he was still facing down.

 

Huh?

Chanyeol did not understand what Baekhyun was doing.

 

Just as he was thinking of that, Baekhyun sat right up.

“This is not what I really wanted. This is not what I always dreamt of.”

 

What?

Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun with a confused expression.

 

 

Baekhyun got off from bed and walked towards Chanyeol.

 

Déjà vu.

 

That was what Chanyeol thought of.

 

Back in the past.

 

In that room.

 

The same feeling.

 

Chanyeol subconsciously retreated backwards as Baekhyun moved forward.

 

Yes.

Once again, Chanyeol fell backwards onto his bed and Baekhyun went on top of him, pinning him down on the bed.

 

“Don’t forget.”

Baekhyun said, on top of him.

"You have me."

 

Chanyeol did not understand the situation at all.

What was Baekhyun trying to do?

 

“You can’t marry Yerin!”

Baekhyun yelled.

 

Chanyeol could see the redness in Baekhyun’s eyes.

Baekhyun must have cried earlier on.

 

“Shhh, please be quiet. Mother and Mr Byun would hear what you’re saying!”

Chanyeol said as he struggled to break free.

 

Baekhyun sniffed and rested his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

To be specific, left shoulder.

 

Chanyeol could felt his shirt on the left shoulder became wet.

 

“I’m sorry.”

Baekhyun whispered.

 

Chanyeol just looked at the ceiling while the images of the past flashed across his mind.

 

Does “sorry” even correct the whole situation?

Chanyeol thought.

 

“I thought,”

Baekhyun paused for a moment.

 

Chanyeol just sighed.

 

“…we’re meant to be…”

 

 

Those words just left Chanyeol dumbfounded.

 

Those words.

 

He heard them before.

 

Chanyeol looked at the top of Baekhyun’s head and smiled sadly.

 

What was the point of saying it at that moment?

 

Those words were from Chanyeol, five years ago before leaving Baekhyun’s house.

He wrote those words down on a paper and left.

 

 

5 years.

 

 

“I love you.”

Baekhyun whispered.

Chanyeol could felt Baekhyun’s body relaxed on him.

 

 

5 damned years.

 

 

Chanyeol could felt the grip on his wrist loosened.

He raised his hand and reached over to Baekhyun’s head.

 

 

“I’ve waited 5 years for these 3 words.”

Chanyeol muttered as he combed Baekhyun’s hair through his fingers.

 

Baekhyun’s head shot up immediately, looking at Chanyeol with the tear-eyeliner smeared face.

 

 

Chanyeol just smiled sadly.

 

“But it was all too late.”

 

At that moment, Baekhyun first experienced the feeling which people often described.

 

 

A fall from paradise, back to the earth.

 

 

“What do you mean?”

Baekhyun asked, with his hands, now at the side Chanyeol’s head.

Now, Baekhyun’s face only a breath away from Chanyeol’s face.

 

Chanyeol just looked back at him coldly.

 

“Everything was too late.”

Chanyeol said softly, with a tinge of sadness in his voice.

 

“5 years ago, I wanted an answer from you.”

He said as he looked straight into Baekhyun’s eyes.

“All I get back from you was nothing.”

 

He paused for a while and continued.

“You ran away from me.”

 

Those words pained Baekhyun’s ears.

 

“And you expect me to accept you now?”

Chanyeol laughed.

“Am I that easy to you?”

 

The next moment, Chanyeol felt Baekhyun’s lips on his.

Chanyeol struggled to break free, but Baekhyun locked his arms.

 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Chanyeol thought to himself.

 

He could not help but to response back.

 

 

‘Cos he knew,

 

 

He wanted Baekhyun as well.

 

Those words were just pure expression towards his loneliness, the despair he felt throughout the 5 years overseas.

 

 

And he knew very well, if he missed this opportunity, he might not be able to claim Baekhyun as his anymore.

 

So did Baekhyun.

 

Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol said harsh and angry words but in his heart, did not mean it that way.

 

He knew that Chanyeol was trying to put on a brave front in front of him.

That made his heart cringed even more.

 

“I knew everything.”

Baekhyun muttered in between the kisses.

“Everything.”

 

 

 

 

In the room, there was only a dimmed light.

Through the light, the wall showed the intimate movements of the two silhouettes.

 

The night was still young.

 

 

 

✈

 

 

 

 

Chanyeol woke up, refused to open his eyes.

He had with Baekhyun again.

 

Not a dream.

Chanyeol thought.

Not a dream.

 

He began to reach out his hands to reach for the person beside him, but in vain.

His heart fell when he could not feel the person lying beside him anymore.

 

He sat up and to his surprised, he saw his mother sitting across the room.

On Baekhyun’s bed.

 

 

“Mm…Mott….”

Chanyeol stuttered.

 

He did know how to react on that situation.

 

“Why?”

His mother asked.

 

Chanyeol could felt his eyes burning from tears.

 

“Why?”

His mother asked again as she did not get any reply from Chanyeol.

 

The tears just trekked down the cheeks.

Yes, he was scared.

He was caught red-handed by his mother.

 

 

No.

Chanyeol thought.

 

No, no, no, no.

 

He could felt his hands trembling.

 

“Didn’t you know that Baekhyun was the only son of Jason?!”

His mother yelled.

“How could you?! Lay your hands on Baekhyun?”

 

 

No, no, no.

Chanyeol trembled.

He felt ashamed and despaired at that moment.

 

“Open up!”

It was Baekhyun’s voice, followed by a few banging on the door.

“Open up!”

 

“Shut up!”

His mother yelled back.

 

She turned and looked at Chanyeol.

“I should have known. You had your that bastard’s genes in you!”

 

 

Chanyeol kept looking at the bed sheet.

He did not dare to look at his mother.

 

The next minute he knew, his face was being forced to tilt upward and followed by a burning sensation on the face.

 

He turned and looked at his mother, stunned.

 

“Pack your ing bag, and get out.”

His mother ordered.

“Now.”

 

Chanyeol was too shocked to react.

 

No, this is not what it supposed to be.

Chanyeol thought as he looked at his mother.

 

All he could see was the despised look from his mother’s eyes.

 

“Now!”

His mother yelled again.

 

Chanyeol immediately stood up with the blanket.

He almost tripped over the bed sheet and stumbled down onto the floor.

 

“OPEN UP! I SAID, OPEN UP!”

Baekhyun kept banging on the door.

 

His mother did not care.

All she cared was to kick Chanyeol out from the house.

 

Chanyeol took out a bag from the wardrobe with his trembling hands and stuffed a few clothes into it.

He had never felt so ashamed and despaired in his life.

 

 

“I shouldn’t have brought you in.”

 

He heard his mother said that, with a sob.

He stopped what ever he was doing.

 

He could felt a knot in his throat.

Those words were the ones he did not want to hear in his life from the start when his parents divorced.

 

Chanyeol felt as if his world had fall apart.

 

 

 

 

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a/n:

 

Thank you guys for showing love towards this fic.

A hint for you guys: this fic is about to end soon.

 

Sorry, i am not good at writing long stories. 

The max i had wrote was 24 chapters.

And yes, it's a baekyeol fic too.

 

Please look forward to the next chapter ^^

 

ps:

" i thought we're meant to be" was inspired from one of the past edits i've made.

and coincidently, it was my first and only baekhyun edit (the top image) *