Title: Late Night Guest
Author:bleedinglips
Pairing:Chanbaek
Genre:fluff, romance
Rating:G
Disclaimer:I own nothing beside this fic
Word Count:2,114
Age Setting:Baekhyun 11th grade, Sehun 10th grade
Summary:The Wu family got a guest in a snowy night.

Junmyeon had been walking back and forth in the living room, nails between his teeth and anxiety all over his face. Yifan who was sitting on the couch stared at him tiredly. He stood and held both of his husband’s arms, stopping him from moving.

“He’ll be okay, Junmyeon, calm down,” he said soothingly while caressing Junmyeon’s cheeks with his fingers.

“How am I going to be calm?! It’s late and snowing outside! At least he should call me if he’s okay! But we can’t contact him, okay? He’s not answering for like one hour, Yifan!” Junmyeon snapped, he was on verge of tears. Yifan hugged him immediately, cheek resting on the shorter male’s head as Junmyeon cried his fear.

Actually Yifan wanted to tell him that it was okay, their son might be in his friend’s house for some shelter, that their son was a 17 years old boy, that he could take care of himself. But to be honest, Yifan was just as anxious as Junmyeon. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.

Sehun walked out his room with his phone in his hand. “That’s it, Dad. 100 misscalls and no response. Baekhyun hyung and his phone are infinite soulmate, that means if he’s not answering, something must’ve happened.”

Junmyeon lost his hope.

He had been wishing that Sehun would come out his room with a happy face and said that Baekhyun is okay. That was all he needed. It was snowing hard, so Junmyeon didn’t mind if Baekhyun couldn’t come home anytime soon. Sehun with his usual sharp instinct had come to a conclusion, and it got Junmyeon cried louder.

Yifan dragged Junmyeon slowly to their bedroom and tried to calm him down. Just as Junmyeon was about to stop crying, the doorbell rang. Junmyeon was startled, he thought it was Baekhyun, until he remembered that no one in this house rang the bell if they were entering the house, so he lowered his head quietly. Yifan stood up to meet the guest. Seriously who visited them this late?

When Yifan opened the door, he was greeted by a tall boy. The boy was almost as tall as him. His hair was dark brown and there were a few chunks of snowflakes on his head. He was trembling badly, and his skin was so pale to the point Yifan could tell that he was freezing. The Chinese male shifted his gaze down to see Baekhyun, in the boy’s arm, unconscious.

“Baekhyunie!” Yifan exclaimed while holding his son’s cheeks. They were as cold as ice. Yifan was about to scold the boy when he noticed that the boy didn’t have his jacket on, instead, he had his jacket wrapped on Baekhyun’s body.

He cared about Baekhyun more than he cared about himself.

That was enough to shut Yifan up.

“I’m sorry for visiting this late,” the boy said with a surprisingly low voice despite his cute look, his voice shaking from the cold. “I have no choice. I can’t use the train. Or cab. Or bus. My house is too far.”

“It’s okay. Here, give him to me,” Yifan demanded and the boy handed him his son. Yifan carefully wrapped an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulder and another one under his knee. He turned around to walk inside. “Junmyeon!”

The beautiful male appeared right after and gasped when he saw Baekhyun. “Oh God, Baekhyun!”

The tall boy couldn’t help but feeling warmer as he saw Junmyeon approached Baekhyun, cupping his cheeks while sighing in relief and kissed his forehead affectionately.

“I’ll take care of Baekhyun. You take care of him,” Yifan said as he walked further inside.

“Who? Oh.” Junmyeon fell silent when the sight of the tall boy appeared before his eyes. “Come in, Boy. It must be cold outside.”

The boy his frozen lips, and walked in hesitantly. “Ex… excuse me…” he greeted as he closed the door behind him. He stood awkwardly in front of the door, didn’t sure about what to do.

Junmyeon smiled, but the curve dissipated as soon as its appearance. He furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing the boy was only in his long sleeves. “Wait, where’s your jacket?”

“I—I put it on Baekhyun…”

“Hmm?” Junmyeon grinned teasingly. He could tell from the boy’s sheepish smile. He had a crush on Baekhyun. “What’s your name?”

“Chanyeol… Park Chanyeol. I’m Baekhyun’s classmate… and also bandmate. I—I can explain the whole thing here—”

“We still have some hot water left,” Junmyeon interrupted, “so I demand you to save your story for later and take a shower first. I’ll lend you some clothes and socks. Come in the bathroom, Chanyeolie.”

While rubbing his nape, Chanyeol toed his wet shoes off and walked in the bathroom after Junmyeon kindly opened the door for him. He turned around and looked confused. “I—I can really use your bathroom?”

Junmyeon laughed. “Of course! Just make sure you make yourself warm again even if it takes longer than you usually should. I will bring the clothes immediately, put your clothes in that empty basket, they’re wet, aren’t they?”

Chanyeol nodded and Junmyeon closed the door for him. He went to his room and opened the wardrobe before taking Yifan’s old long sleeves, a pair of sweatpants and a pair of socks. He opened another wardrobe to pull two clean towels and brought them to the bathroom where Chanyeol was. He opened the door and smiled when he saw that Chanyeol was still under the shower. He put the clothes and towels neatly near the wastafel and walked outside quietly.

It only took another 10 minutes until Chanyeol got out the bathroom, his hair still wet and a towel over his head. Junmyeon gaped at how Yifan’s clothes fitted perfectly on the boy’s body. He motioned Chanyeol to sit on the couch and the boy obeyed right away. He rubbed the wetness on his hair with the towel.

“Would you like some tea?” Junmyeon asked with a mug in his hand.

“Ah, yes, please. Thank you very much.” Chanyeol smiled and his head followed the mug as Junmyeon put it on the table. Junmyeon sat across him, and he only watched in silence as Chanyeol didn’t make a move to drink the tea and looked so awkward.

“Make yourself comfortable, Chanyeolie,” Junmyeon said slowly, and Chanyeol lifted his head immediately to see the beautiful male, and he did feel a bit more comfortable when he saw Junmyeon’s smile. He finally lifted his mug to take a sip.

“Um, it’s just… I feel bad to disturb you at this hour…” Chanyeol let out a forced chuckle as he put down the mug on the table.

“No, it’s okay, really. We’ve been waiting for Baekhyun for one hour or two. You brought him in one piece, and this is just… how we should repay you.” Junmyeon’s eyes formed a shape of perfect crescents and Chanyeol couldn’t help but thinking that he was very beautiful. Yifan walked to the living room and sat beside Junmyeon. “How’s Baekhyun?”

“He’s okay. Not as cold as before, but Sehun’s still trying to make him warmer.” Yifan shrugged. He turned his head to see Chanyeol. “So… you are?”

“Ah.” Chanyeol straighten his back. “I’m Park Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s classmate. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yifan nodded. “Nice to meet you too. So are you going to tell what have happened or not?”

“About Baekhyun? Ah, that…” Chanyeol smiled awkwardly. “We had a band practice in the studio today, but little did I know that Baekhyun wasn’t feeling well. He looked dazed in the evening so I took him home. It suddenly snowed so hard on the way back here, so we stopped and found a shelter. But… since his condition wasn’t good, he suddenly fell unconscious. At that point I realized that he had a high fever. I was so panicked that I couldn’t think but running all the way here.”

“You look so protective to him, hmm?” Junmyeon teased and it made the tall boy blushed. He lowered his head and bit his lip shyly.

“I can’t help it… I mean, he’s small and all, while I’m a lot taller than him, so… isn’t it normal for me to feel that I have to protect him?” Chanyeol asked, and in a second, the fathers’ expression across him changed. Junmyeon gave him a blank stare while Yifan grinned at him widely.

“So all of tall people’s mind are the same,” Junmyeon sighed. Chanyeol frowned in confusion as he examined both males across him, until he realized that Yifan and Junmyeon had a pretty obvious height difference. He let out a quite loud ‘ah’ before covering his snicker with a hand.

Yifan elbowed Junmyeon’s rib and the latter hissed while lifting his hand, faking an attempt to hit his husband. The smiles they had on their faces were so heartwarming that Chanyeol felt like smiling too, and he couldn’t help but breaking his smile to a wide grin as Yifan ruffle Junmyeon’s hair caringly.

Realizing that Chanyeol might be uncomfortable with the sudden lovey-dovey scene, Junmyeon quickly turned his head at the tall boy. “Um, have Baekhyun told you that he had two fathers?”

“Everyone at school knows about it, to be frank,” Chanyeol answered without hesitation. “I didn’t really believe the rumors at first, but I asked Baekhyun about it and he confirmed it right away, so…”

Chanyeol didn’t continue his sentence. Yifan decided to did so. “He must have been through hard times because of that, hasn’t he.”

Chanyeol nodded a few times. “Yeah, during our first year, he got teased and even bullied a lot because of that. But since he’s a cheerful kid, it didn’t take long for people to like him. And after Sehun entered our school, the bullies started to back away because, well, he always defends Baekhyun.”

“He’s always that kind of brother complex,” Junmyeon giggled.

“Yeah, he is.” Chanyeol smiled again. “Actually I didn’t get why he always stood out for his fathers, but now that I meet you… I think I understand his reason quite a lot. I mean, he’s gentle but strong. He’s also stubborn but caring. He must’ve gotten it from both of you.”

Chanyeol’s remark got Yifan and Junmyeon’s smile grew wider. Before that had a chance to reply, Sehun came out of Baekhyun’s room and stood beside Yifan’s seat. “He’s awake. He’s still a bit cold, but overall, he’s completely okay.”

“Then…” Chanyeol rubbed his nape nervously as he stood up. “I think I should go home now.”

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Baekhyun?” Junmyeon asked with an obvious teasing tone. Chanyeol’s cheeks turned to a crimson red, and before he managed to answer, Junmyeon pulled his arm and shoved him to Sehun. “Take him to Baekhyun’s room.”

“Right. Come on, Hyung,” Sehun said as he led the way to his brother’s room. Chanyeol looked hesitate, but he followed him anyway. Sehun opened the door for him and let Chanyeol entered the room first. The taller boy stopped upon seeing Baekhyun on the bed, but Sehun pushed him harshly and Chanyeol almost tripped.

“Sehun?” Baekhyun called. Without answering, Chanyeol stepped closer to the bed. A loud gasp was heard from Baekhyun’s mouth as he widened his eyes. “Cha-Chanyeolie?”

“Hey,” Chanyeol responded awkwardly. He sat on the edge of the bed, hand reaching to hold Baekhyun’s shoulder. “How’s your condition?”

“I’m okay,” Baekhyun answered shyly. Slowly, his gaze made its way to Chanyeol’s face. “Um, thank you for bringing me home…”

“No.” Chanyeol shook his head. “No, it’s okay, really.”

Both of them stayed in silence for a while, and Sehun was trying hard to not squealing around in the background. Gently, Chanyeol rub his thumb on Baekhyun’s cheekbone, causing Baekhyun to smile.

“Uhm, it’s getting late. I gotta go now,” Chanyeol said in a hurried tone before leaning and gave Baekhyun a quick kiss on the cheek. He stood up and walked out of the room in a speed of light. Sehun’s jaw dropped as Chanyeol bid his goodbye to Yifan and Junmyeon. He heard Junmyeon advising Chanyeol to be careful on his way because even though the snow had stopped, the streets might be slippery. As soon as Chanyeol left the house, Sehun snapped his head at Baekhyun.

“Are you guys dating already?!” he asked in disbelief.

“Nooo, not yeeet!” Baekhyun shrieked embarrassedly, hands covering his face desperately. Sehun cooed at him teasingly, telling him about how his brother and Chanyeol would look good together.

(“What do you say about Chanyeol, Yifan?”

“I’ll just wait until Baekhyun admit that he’s dating him.”)

A/n:FIRST ATTEMPT IN CHANBAEK FOR THIS SERIES RAAAAWR