This is a chapter continuation of In Time's Epilogue.

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It's nice watching the malls empty like a deflating balloon around this hour of the night. People squeeze their way out through open doors, waiting for a taxi or a loved one to come pick them up. Others paced along the pavements, clutching scarves and coats to shield their bodies from the cold. Nights like this feels calm, like staying in bed and listening to the songs that make you sleep.

Park Chanyeol chose the closest movie house but we stayed in the car for a while as he makes necessary calls. I stayed there on the passenger seat, looking outside to the night or to my fiancé, watching him frown then smile when he catches me staring. It has been nine years since we became official but looking at him feels like it was just yesterday when we first made love. The thought made me laugh a little and Chanyeol frowned in amused confusion as he hangs up.

"Is my face funny?" he asks as he slipped his phone inside the pocket of his black jeans.

I shake my head. "No," I answer. "Your face is perfect."

Chanyeol scoffs before reaching over to slip a pink beanie hat on my head. "You're perfect, too, so don't worry," he says, leaning forward to give me a soft kiss on the lips. "I already booked the tickets but we have to pick them up from the counter first," he gestures to the night. "Let's go?"

I nod, "Sure."

When we stepped out of the car, I notice a few people still arriving. They're coming for the last full show, too, I suppose. I let out a breath through my mouth and watch as fog gathers around my lips then disappear. The breeze is really cold and I have to rub my palms together for a little more warmth. "It's cold," Park Chanyeol mutters as he pulls me close to him by the waist. "Come here, baby." Then he took my left hand, intertwined our fingers, and slipped them into the pocket of his coat.

I pout, looking up at him in a fake glare, "What about my right hand then?"

"What," Chanyeol smirks playfully. "You want to slip it into somewhere else?"

"Ya!" I hit his arm, my face suddenly blushing and all that sht. "That's just perverted, Park Chan." Then I make a move to retrieve my hand from his. "You know what, I'm fine. It doesn't feel that cold after all."

The giant is just laughing though his hold around my hand remained firm. "Oh, come on, babe," he chuckles. "I'm just kidding. Come now, I'll warm your hands for you, hm?" And even though I pretend to ignore him, he still managed to take both of my hands against his lips, gently kissing them before breathing out a gush of warm air. I watch as he does it a few times, my heart hammering against my rib cage until it hurts. "You feel better now?" Chanyeol murmurs, staring down at me affectionately.

"Hm-hm," I nod, smiling warmly at him.

"Okay, then," he grins, slipping our hands in his coat pocket again. "We better get going or we'll end up somewhere else if you keep looking at me like that, Byun Baek."

"What—" I chuckle as he pulled me towards the movie house. "I'm not looking at you like a pervert, Park."

"You don't," he answers quietly. "It's... something else." He doesn't look at me and pretends to check out the shops that are still open for the night, but I swear a blushing Park Chanyeol is a sight to behold. He is seriously adorable sometimes. Yeah, sometimes. Because most of the time, he is this stoic, handsome man who appears to sweep up hearts and break them. It's just that... He's different when he's with me. He feels more real.

We reach the ticket counters and are surprised to see that there are quite a lot of people who appear to have also bought their tickets online. I glance at my watch, "We still got a few more minutes so it's fine," I say. "The line's moving fast anyway—" and then we heard a commotion from the front of the line, a customer looks angry. "—Or not," I continued, sighing.

"Do you want me to make a call?" Chanyeol asks. "A friend owns this place so I guess we can get those tickets faster."

"No, it's fine," I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist instead. "We should have just cuddled at home, though." My eyes flutter close as I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. I could stay like this the whole night.

My fiancé laughs, hugging me back and kissing my hair. "And feel like an old couple?"

"Oh, sht," I breath. "I forgot about that."

Chanyeol's palm runs up and down against my back, soothing me, while his other hand pulls me closer by the waist. "I heard the movie's really scary so I guess we made the right choice," he said. "Honey," he kisses my hair again. "Look at me when you're too scared, okay? You have a safety button right here."

Huh? What the hell is he talking about? I look up at him, frowning. "What safety— What—Where?"

Then he touched his lips with his index finger, "Right here."

I chuckled, just not too loudly, "What?" I tried pressing my lips together just to keep myself from laughing my ass off. "You said we can't make out inside the cinema."

Chanyeol shrugs and slowly leans down, his hold around my body suddenly more secure. "Yeah," he breaths against my lips. "I changed my mind." He kissed me then and I kissed him back, my hands gently holding his face to keep him from pulling any inch away. My fiancé kisses me softly, his teeth just barely nibling my lower lip. But we're in a public place right now so the kiss was short and we didn't use any tongue— which I fcking hate.

When he pulled away, Chanyeol let out a low frustrated groan before kissing the side of my lips then completely stepping back. It was reluctant and for a second he looked pissed. So to keep himself from doing anything further, he just held my hand and maintained a distance. But my fiancé's eyes still roam around my face, stopping a few seconds longer on my lips and down to my neck.

I can't help but giggle at the expression he's wearing. "I know what kind of things are going on inside that brain of yours, Park Chan," I smirked.

"You sure do, Byun Baek," he sighs. "You sure do."

After a few more minutes of waiting in line, we managed to get out tickets. Park Chanyeol looks calmer now, though he continues watching me with such piercing gaze, like he's afraid I'm going to disappear if he doesn't watch me too close. I have to squeeze his hand every now and then just to reassure him I'm not going anywhere.

When we were about to walk towards the cinemas, someone suddenly called my name out of nowhere. "Byun Baekhyun!" I stopped and started looking around, frowning. Park Chanyeol did the same. But his eyes aren't even curious. They look like they're ready to kill. "Baek!" There it is again. "Baekhyun!" Finally, I noticed a guy jogging towards our direction and I audibly took a sharp intake of breath.

Oh, no. Chanyeol won't love this.

"Byun Baekhyun!" Kris Wu grinned when he reached us. He's a little out of breath and is clutching a bag of popcorn in one hand. "Oh my god, it's so good to see you! It has been years since we last saw each other, huh." Then he suddenly pulled me in for a quick hug which would seriously not brighten up the mood of this other giant right here.

"Kris!" I beamed up at him. "I can't believe you're back here in Korea."

"Yeah," he chuckles. "It's just a quick visit, though. I'm taking a quick break from work." Then he looked at Park Chanyeol, noted our proximity, and then politely held out a hand. "Kris Wu," he introduced himself.

My fiancé's expression is grim but he still took Kris' hand. "Park Chanyeol," he says, undoubtedly cold. "We meet again."

We were just talking about Kris Wu a while ago and I can't believe we'll see him again tonight. And in the cinemas again for fck's sake! Remember that story about my childhood crush Chanyeol was hating on? Well, it's Kris. And yes, he's still cute. But the main reason I had a crush on him was because he's the first person who said my drawings are beautiful. I was in third grade and he was two years older than me. He was really nice and sweet and cute again.

"Again?" Kris paused, thinking. And then his eyes went wide a little. "Oh! You're the same guy Baekhyun was dating a few years back! You... You're still together," he really looks surprised now more than a little while ago. "Wow."

Park Chanyeol nods but didn't say anything else.

"Y-You're here with someone, Kris?" I ask so he won't meet my fiancé's irritated gaze anymore. "On a date, perhaps?" Please tell me you're on a date. Please. Please. Please.

But Kris smiled shyly, shaking his head a little. "Nope," he answers. "I'm with my nephew. He was begging me to come watch this action film with him since last week."

"That's so sweet!" I grinned then caught myself, because maybe that's not the best reply. "I— I mean— It's really nice seeing someone embrace that uncle vibe. Or maybe you left your girlfriend somewhere, huh?" I teased.

"Oh, I wish I have one," he smiled, suddenly looking away from my eyes. Huh? Did I say something wrong? It's not like I mean anything else with that question, right? Did he take it the wrong way? It's not like I'm mocking him, right? In a split second, I'm already panicking inside and I don't know what to say anymore because Kris suddenly looks like he wants to say something but couldn't.

I cleared my throat. "I—"

"We better hurry, Baek," Park Chanyeol interjected and I almost let out a relieved sigh. "The movie's about to start."

Kris Wu nods to the both of us, smiling a small one. "You guys enjoy your movie," he said, waving a hand. "Hope to see you around again, Byun Baekhyun."

"Yeah," I smile. "See you around, Kris," We bowed to each other and after that, I let Park Chanyeol pull me away, walking to the other direction. For some reason, that felt like I was pulled out from a suffocating tank. As soon as we are out of sight, I breathed through my mouth in relief. "Thanks for the save back there," I mutter, taking a peek at my fiancé who obviously isn't in a good mood anymore.

"Sure," he mutters back. "Because he looked like he was about to confess already."

I rolled my eyes. "That isn't true."

"And you were blushing again." He's not even listening.

"Oh?" I raised both eyebrows. "I was?"

Park Chanyeol looked down, letting out a sigh. "You weren't?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I was nervous."

"Why would you feel nervous?" my fiancé frowned.

"I don't know," I breathe. "He was my childhood crush after all."

"Oh?" Chanyeol raised a brow, stopping on his tracks. "So it's okay if I have a childhood crush, too, huh?"

I pout and tugged at his coat. "Of course not!" I whine. "You can't have a crush! You're mine, okay?" I tiptoed and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, gently kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry if I was blushing or if I said anything you didn't like, Park Chan," I whispered. "I love you and it's our anniversary. Please don't be mad anymore. Hm?"

Park Chanyeol buried his face against my neck. "I'm not mad," he murmured, hot breath on my skin. "Just a little pissed."

"I'm sorry, honey," I hugged him tighter, listening to his breathing. It really calms me every time. "Now, where's that safety button, again?" I giggled, making a move to kiss him but Park Chanyeol is already chuckling at the remark. "What?" I laugh back. "I can't kiss you now?"

"We're running late," he chuckles pulling back and taking my hand instead. "Let's go, Byun Baek."

"No! Let me kiss you first," I pulled his arm back. "Kiss me!"

"Baek—" He pulls me towards the cinema. "Come on—"

"Just fcking kiss me, Park Chanyeol!" In a split second, I felt his strong arms wrapped around me. And when I thought he's going to just fcking give me a kiss, my fiancé carried me by the waist like it's nothing. "What he fck—!" I have to writhe and cry between pleas. "Put me down! Hey! Park Chanyeol! Please—Hey!"

And he's not even listening.

The movie wasn't even fun. It was terrifying.

But as we neared the end of the film, Park Chanyeol kind of came to me and it's not like I could say no to his lips traveling from my shoulder and to my jawline. There were just a few people in the movie theater who don't even know us so we just made out until the lights went bright and it was already time to leave. It was kind of dangerous though, especially when I felt Chanyeol's hand traveling under my shirt.

As the credits rolled on screen, we pulled back from another deep kiss and I wiped my lips, smirking. "Fck," I giggled between heavy breaths. "What happened to that family? Did they all die?"

"Don't know," Chanyeol groans as he licked his lips, pinching the bridge of his nose to regain his wit. When he was about to stand up, he stops and sits back down again. "Oh shoot," Chanyeol mutters. "I got hard."

That made me laugh out loud. "Oh my god, babe," I teased. "Do you want me to sing you a song? A nursery rhyme?" I looked at him playfully, winking. "Or relieve it with my mouth? You choose."

Chanyeol looked at me darkly. "Neither," he says. "I just need to start counting sheep."

"You're really cute," I chuckled, resting my head on my hand whilst watching him. "Fine. I'll wait." 

It's already past midnight when we reached my parents' house. My fiancé looks fine. He laughs at my jokes and listens well to my stories but when he finally stopped the car and killed the engine, I could see how bothered he still is about the incident with Kris. Park Chanyeol let out a long sigh and when he looked at me, his smile is quite off.

"Hey," I breathe, reaching for his arm. "Does it worry you that much?"

My fiancé laughs weakly. "It shows, huh?"

I gave him a warm smile and moved closer, removing my seatbelt in the process. Getting the hint, Park Chanyeol reached over to carry me by the waist and on his lap until I'm straddling him. I settled between his body and the steering wheel, the tight space making me press my chest against his. Gently, I cupped his face in my hands, eyes wandering all over his handsome features. "Babe, what are you thinking?" I whispered, thumbs brushing his cheeks. "Tell me everything. I'm listening."

Chanyeol ran his palms up and down my thighs, thinking. "It just kind of brings back memories," he murmurs, gaze staring past my eyes. "It's not like I hate Kris, or dislike him for that matter. I just remembered everything that happened with Daehyun before and it isn't pleasant, baby. I remember how bold he was when he told me he's going to take you away, and although I love you and trust you with all my heart, you cannot take the fear I felt that day." Slowly, my fiancé took my hand that's resting on his shoulder and kissed it. "I'm sorry," he whispers against my skin. "I guess I'm a worrier."

For a few seconds, I do not know what to say, but then I suddenly have the feeling Chanyeol doesn't really need any words either. Sometimes, people talk not because they want to hear you speak the same. Sometimes, they only need the ones who listen. The ones who understand. The ones who won't leave.

I slowly wrapped my arms around my fiancé's neck, pulling him in for a hug. And I don't know how or why but it almost felt like a certain weight left his chest. Like he's melting in my arms and that he needed me; He needed this closeness that very moment. He holds me by my waist and I let him pull me closer to his body, letting him take everything he needs.

"I'm here," I whispered, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

And like a welcoming phrase, Park Chanyeol took the invitation and tilted his head to kiss me. I kissed him back a little hungrily, opening my mouth and letting his tongue invade every corner it could reach. The inside of his mouth and his kisses are warm, like there's a cozy place inside his body only I have the authority to feel. I pressed my body against him, urging him to hold me more. Feel me more. Because everything right here is his. And he ought to do everything he wants with it. Soon, his hands slipped under my clothes, reaching my bare waist and up my chest. He runs his palms against my skin like he's savoring every inch, memorizing every curve and plains. It feels like burning. A pleasant kind of heat.

My fiancé has always been a great kisser and he leaves me breathless every time. I tried matching his pace, kissing him like my life depends on it. Running my hands through his hair and keeping him in place. I gasped as he sucked on my bottom lip, pinning it between his teeth before sucking hard again. He does it a few more times, until he's growling low in his throat like he's debating whether to stop now or to keep going.

And so I touched his face ever so gently, my lips still moving against his. "I want you," I purred as I reached down to the front of his jeans, palming his hardening member. "I want you, Park Chanyeol." And judging from the sudden spark in his eyes, those words were all he needed before his kisses shifted from guarded to demanding, his fingers suddenly playing with my nipples under my shirt until I'm gasping against his mouth.

I reached for my own pants, and my fiancé continued kissing my neck, making hickeys here and there like he doesn't care if anyone sees them. It was burdensome but I managed to remove my jeans and boxers, throwing them to the backseat of his car. Chanyeol immediately reached for my ass, palming and squeezing them hard, pulling them apart like he could make my hole bigger with it. Moaning, I moved to remove the remaining clothes I have and let his lips travel from my own to my nipples. They're more sensitive now because of the cold and I can't help but continue calling out his name because of pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt a finger probing my hole and without thinking much, I grind my ass against it, taking it in with a gasp. I don't have anything to do with my lips so I can't stop the moans that left them as Park Chanyeol started fcking me with his fingers, entering one after the other to prep me. It felt seriously good, the feel of my skin stretching to accommodate more of him. Any piece of him. Chanyeol thrusts his fingers inside me quickly like he's going after making me come. "Oh sht, Park Chan," I moaned as he brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah, fck," I pant. "It feels so good." I was busy enjoying his finger-fcking and I didn't even realize that after a second, the next thing that entered my asshole wasn't his fingers anymore.

Chanyeol groaned loudly against my chest, his lips hungrily sucking on my nipple. "Fcking sht, Byun Baek," he moans and I gasped as I continued lowering my body so I could take his whole length. He's so fcking big. And he fills me up completely. When Chanyeol's c*ck is already buried to the hilt, we paused, eyes gazing into each other. We're both breathless and kind of tired but I don't feel any of that anymore. Looking at him makes me feel the finest. He makes me feel excellent despite everything else.

"You okay, baby?" he whispered, reaching over to wipe sweat from my forehead and saliva from the sides of my lips.

I giggled weakly. "I'm fine," I whispered back before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Look," I gestured to myself. "You're the only one who can make me feel like this... You're the only one who can make me look like this. I'm yours, Park Chan." I kissed him again. "So take me. Take all of me."

And he did. He very much did.  

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