"Damn it!"

Kim Jongin looks up, startled by my outburst, just before he made a swing. We're currently playing golf since today's practically work-free and we recently made a promise to ourselves that we'll devote at least two days a month for golfing. Well before, we usually just stay in a bar drinking with some of our friends but ever since Jongin got into a serious relationship with our barista, we immediately shifted from beers to golf.

"What the hell, man?" Jongin complained. "Are you trying to sabotage me? I was sure I was about to score a par. You ruined it for me!"

I glanced at my phone again. "Sorry," I muttered and gestured for my caddie to take my club. "It's just that Baekhyun's still not answering my calls. It's kind of worrying me already."

Jongin rolled his eyes and proceeded to make a shot. It landed on the rough. "I thought today's supposed to be a 'bro' day?" he grumbled. He walked over to his golf cart and grabbed drink from the chiller. "I'm not mentioning Kyungsoo. You should stop talking about your fiance, too. That's the bro code."

"What 'bro code'?" I frowned. "I don't remember making a 'code' with you."

With a sigh, Jongin removed his cap and ruffled his hair, looking like he's already ready to listen. He motioned for the caddies to leave us for now and they immediately bowed and walked away. I admit I'm feeling pretty bad about ruining this day for my friend, considering how fine the weather is, but Byun Baekhyun's mad at me and it's basically code red.

"What happened, really?" He asked. "I thought you guys almost don't fight."

"The fight's because of this art auction Baekhyun's attended," I started, staring at the grass. "His paintings weren't up for grabs but he was invited to the event since he's pretty famous. And so he called me, asking if I'm too busy with work because if it's not much of a bother, he would like to ask me to be his date for the auction. I wasn't really busy on the day of the event but the days before that were hell."

Jongin's eyes went wide. "Oh!" He cries. "I remember Baekhyun calling me one night, screaming, 'Be my fcking date, you asshole! Get your ass here now! Now!' And I was so scared I dropped my phone straight to the toilet. I had to buy a new one the next day."

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "I know!" I exclaimed. "Just three hours before the auction, I decided to take a nap but then that goddamned nap turned to an eight hour sleep and I woke up to a hundred missed calls from Baekhyun. A hundred! But my phone was on silent and his messages just turned from threatening to torture me to killing me. I was so terrified."

"Oooh, that might have sucked," Jongin shook his head in obvious sympathy. "But Baekhyun could have just walked in there without a date. No one will know!"

"Sulli, his friend, told me it was a reserved seating event and Baek confirmed to having a plus-one," I explain. "There were special tables for the couples! Oh god. My fiance would have felt humiliated if it wasn't for Sulli. She was his date that night."

Jongin made a face. "Oh man, you're so fcked," he chuckles. "So, he's still not answering your calls or replying to your messages?"

I shook my head and grabbed my phone again just to check. Nothing.

"Nope," I sighed. "And that was already a week ago. I tried visiting him but he won't even see me! I'm just afraid if I run after him too much he'll just become more annoyed."

"You're right," Jongin nods. Then he squints at the sky and smiled a little. "Well, this brings back memories."

"What?" I looked at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

Kim Jongin raised an eyebrow, expecting me to know immediately what he means.

It only took me a second. And then I remembered.

I was courting Byun Baekhyun for a year already. He already kissed me once, when I came to pick him up from his house so we could walk together to school. I guess that day made him so happy he felt like I deserved a little smooch. The gesture would have sent me spiraling to the ground if not for the self-shame I still got intact.

But looking at him each day made me feel like he still doesn't like me the way I like him. His eyes still don't have that much feelings. Like he's still on guard, reluctant to tear down the walls he made.

So maybe I should do more. I should work harder to show him how serious and clean my intentions are. He needs to know how much I like him, how much I want to be with him. Yeah, he gave me a little kiss. But that doesn't necessarily mean I already have his heart.

Girls hang around my locker a lot these days and I have to excuse my way just to get my things. I hear their compliments but ever since I laid my eyes on Baekhyun during that audition, I kind of got the hang of tuning other girls out whenever they want to have a chat. It wasn't really that hard to be honest. You just have to start singing in your head.

That day, I was busy stocking books into my bag for the next class when a hand suddenly slammed my locker shut. I jumped back, utterly surprised and annoyed. "What the—" But then it was Baekhyun and he got this really unfamiliar expression on his face. Something he doesn't wear around me. He's seriously mad. "Baek?" I breathed, suddenly confused and nervous. I could feel the thumping of my heart against my rib cage. What's the matter with him?

"I wouldn't have peg you to be someone who tricks other people into liking you," he hissed. "Do you even have any idea—" Then he stopped when he realized the girls around the locker area, obviously watching us with amused expressions. They were probably the ones who give Baekhyun a hard time every day at school. So he took a deep breath and slowly shook his head. "You know what, never mind," he mutters, suddenly not meeting my eyes. "It was nice knowing you, Park Chanyeol."

Right then, I was too shocked to even say anything. That was the very first time someone told me a few words and ended up hurting me more than those letters should. I just stared at him and for a millisecond, his eyes were like begging me to say something. Do something to stop him.

I was so stupid.

Byun Baekhyun looked devastated when I did nothing. "Fine," he whispered and before I knew it, he's already walking away, bumping into anyone who blocks his way and not listening to their annoyed shouts.

"W-wait—" I could barely make out the words. I did not know what to do! But it's as if someone kicked me, bringing me back to reality when the people around us started whispering and laughing and arriving to their own messed up conclusions. With a sharp intake of breath, I bolted straight towards Baekhyun, where he almost disappeared through the sea of students.

I barely noticed his hair when he rounded the corner and when I made a move to follow him, I felt a hand grab my arm. "Chanyeol!"

It was Kim Jongin, looking like he also ran after me. "W-What?" I asked, breathless. "I don't have time for this. I need to talk to—"

"Baekhyun again?" He raised a brow, suddenly confused. "That's weird. But you also know today's the meeting for our leadership training, right?"

Oh, shoot. The week-long training we'll be attending tomorrow. I almost forgot about that.

I glanced behind me and almost punched Jongin in the face when Baekhyun's already nowhere to be seen. Like he just disappeared. In the most hurtful way possible. Slowly, I let out a breath and wiped the sweat on my forehead. "I think Baekhyun just rejected me," I muttered. "I don't think he'll ever talk to me again."

A throbbing feeling started to appear on my chest. It's different from the ones I felt around Baekhyun before because this time, it isn't a bit pleasant; Like it's spreading some kind of virus all throughout my body, preventing me from breathing properly.

Kim Jongin frowned. "Hey," he started seriously before grabbing my shoulder so I could look at him straight in the eyes. "You were the one who told everyone you're not into guys."

"What?"

"Yesterday," Jongin looks even more confused. "When a guy from the dance club asked you out, you rejected him and told him you don't date guys. Everyone in the locker room heard it... They might have told Baekhyun somehow."

I was beyond mortified. "NO!" I shouted. "I'm—!"

My friend just looks at me as I desperately search for words to explain the situation. "Were you just... messing around with Byun Baekhyun, man?" He asked and he appears undoubtedly disappointed. "Because that was really mean, Chanyeol. It really was."

No! It was a complete misunderstanding.

Why does everyone assume feelings could be so simple?

"You don't understand, man," I pushed Jongin's hand away, stepping back. No one ever understood. Only Baekhyun did. But now, even he's drifting away from me.

"Hey, Chanyeol!" my friend tried to stop me. "The meeting—"

"I need to see Baekhyun."

When you don't want to be found, where do you go?

Apparently, not in your next class. Or the cafeteria where the pudding makes you smile. Or the library where you frequently snooze off. You somehow try to hide yourself among the things unfamiliar. As if the unfamiliarity could cover up everything that is standing out about you.

It's just that... I know him. And I don't know if that fact will either make him grin or worry.

Byun Baekhyun doesn't even like sport. So when I found myself running towards the university field, I thought I might be going crazy. But my feet brought me here. And the first thing I noticed is the familiar shade of brown of his hair being swayed by the afternoon breeze.

The beach volleyball practice court is empty. It's just a simple made up court at one end of the field where they created knee-high fence around the court so that they could put beach sand in it. I let out a relieved sigh when I saw Baekhyun slumped on the gathered up sand, building awkward castles with his trembling hands.

The grounds are busy because of the upcoming inter-university sports tournament and the beach volleyball court is the least crowded spot. I slowly walked towards Baekyun's direction, quietly sitting in front of him. He flinched before looking up to meet my eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"Jongin told me," I muttered. "It was a complete misunderstanding."

Baekhyun forced a sarcastic laugh. "Oh yeah?" He rolled his eyes. "Because the last time I checked, I still got a fcking penis and I'm still a dude. So what the hell are you doing here when you're not even into this kind of sht?"

"Byun Baek—" But he's already standing up and gathering his things.

"Forget it, Chanyeol," he hissed. "Do you even have any idea how the other students mocked me the whole day? They told me I was dreaming; That a fantasy love story for someone like me ain't gonna happen; That some guy actually falling in love with me is nothing but a figment of my imagination.

"And you know the hardest part? It's that I really like you, Park Chanyeol. I do. You make me not think straight. You make my heart throb and I didn't know I would ever like that feeling until you fcking showed up. But just forget it, okay? Because I'm not here to play one of your fcking games."

I can't even start to imagine the things Byun Baekhyun experienced when he was younger. Sure, he turned out to be a really bold and kind person but he suffered a lot under the pressure of fitting in and being himself. The world wasn't kind to him. He was bullied when he came out and ridiculed when he started excelling in arts.

But I wanted to change that. I wanted to create this world around him where he could be himself in the most comfortable way possible; Where he is not afraid to make mistakes just because people might say some bad things; Where he is not afraid to love and be loved... Because he deserve nothing else from the world.

When Byun Baekhyun started to walk away, I stood up. I can't let him get away this time. "I was confused, too," I called out and Baekhyun stopped before looking back at me. "To be perfectly honest, I had no idea what I felt. It was all... so new to me."

A few people started to notice our conversation and Baekhyun must have felt eyes on him because he looked around, suddenly self-conscious. "Chanyeol—" he started to stop me. The public still isn't somewhere Baekhyun is comfortable in.

But I need him to know.

And this time, I want everyone to know, too.

"It's true. I did say I'm not into guys and I'm not open to dating guys either," I said and he obviously flinched. "I like girls. I find them attractive sometimes."

Baekhyun glared. "What the hell..."

"But I'm into you, Byun Baekhyun. I am so into you that I don't know what to do with myself anymore," I continued. "I so want to date you that just seeing you with other guys or girls makes me want to take you away. I like you so much that's it's impossible for me to let you slip away just like that; It's impossible for me to just stand back and do nothing when you're walking away from me like this."

Reluctantly, Baekhyun looked away, running his eyes around us. People are already gathering and murmuring words I don't really understand. But who cares about them anyway? Who cares if we're making a scene?

"It's true I really don't know what to make of myself anymore. It fcking drives me crazy, too," I said. A nervous laugh escaped my lips, forcing Baekhyun to look back at me. "What am I? Why do I like Byun Baekhyun so much when I'm not really into guys? Why do I still see girls as appealing? Am I gay? Am I bi? And to be perfectly honest with you, Byun Baek, I don't really know."

I let out a breath through my mouth, a little bit frustrated but relieved to be letting these all out. "And I don't know why that's so important either," I whispered. "When did it become a necessity to put labels on who we are? Why... Why does the society require us to put a name on everything and everyone just because there are categories we need to fit into?

"Because all I know right now is that I like you more than anyone or anything else in my life... and I have never felt this way with anyone before. I want to be with you and make you laugh and make you the happiest person," I took a slow step towards Baekhyun, noting the tears filling his eyes. "You were that dream-come-true for me, Byun Baek. And no matter what the people say or this world dictates, I will continue falling for you. But if this feeling, no matter how flawed you think it is, isn't enough for you, then I don't know if I could still keep running after you like this."

Byun Baekhyun looked down to wipe his tears. "Park Chanyeol..." he sobbed. "I'm sorry... I didn't— I didn't know... I had no idea."

I slowly nodded, pressing my lips together. "We'll be leaving tomorrow for a workshop," I murmured. "It'll be week-long. Maybe when I come back... You could finally give me an answer."

"Chan—"

"I'm not pressuring you or anything," I laughed nervously. "Just so... I know where I stand."

Baekhyun stared into my eyes and I realized I have never seen eyes as beautiful or as sincere as his. They are the calmest shade of brown, the one where you could find yourself drowning in. And when I did, I realized just how deeply I'm willing to fall or how severely I am willing to get hurt just for this person.

I breathed in deeply and gave a small smile. "Well, then," I nodded and turned to get my things.

"I told you..." Baekhyun whispered, making me pause. I hesitated but still turned to him. He looks nervous as he played with the hem of his shirt. "I told you I like you, too, remember?" He peers up at me through his lashes and for a moment, I can't help but marvel at his beauty.

He slowly took a step towards me, almost losing balance before catching himself. "I-I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm sorry that I said those things," Then another step. "I'm sorry if I didn't hear you out when I should have; I'm sorry if I didn't give you the chance to speak and let other people's words get into my head. But... you're a good person and you're my dream guy," he smiled shyly. "You waited for a year, Park Chan.

"But I won't let you wait any more."

I was just slowly catching up but I already felt a smile splitting my face.

It has already been a year of courting Byun Baekhyun.

And that courtship ended that very day.

I already sent the text two hours ago.

To be perfectly honest, I don't know if he read it or if he even received the message, considering he blocked me. I just took my chance and I'm surely ready to deal with the consequences.

After the long day, I took a shower and slipped into a clean pair of clothes. I'm wearing a black sweatshirt and a pair white shorts, looking around the place and making sure everything is just as Baekhyun would like it. Or remember it.

Sighing, I glanced at my phone again and read the text I sent:

'I'm at the penthouse. Please come home, love.'

There's still no reply.

I started to walk towards the edge of the rooftop to overlook the whole city when the quiet 'ding' of the elevator announces someone's arrival. Byun Baekhyun reluctantly walked inside the house, looking around with wide eyes like he expects some burst of anger from nowhere. But no matter what expression he wears, just seeing his face makes me smile and breathe out a sigh of relief. I stood in the middle of the rooftop, just quietly watching him until he laid eyes on me.

"Chanyeol..." he whispered, taking slow steps towards the rooftop. And then he stopped, his eyes going wide and a hand flying to his lips in surprise. "It's..." he gasped. "It's like a beach."

I chuckled and Baekhyun started to cry and grin at the same time. The thing is, we didn't really know what to do with the rooftop of our home. A golf course? A simple garden? A playground? We didn't really know. But after what happened, I decided to just surprise him and see how he'll react.

Tonight, with the help of a lot of workers, the rooftop is transformed into a mini-beach place with an infinity pool and the ground around it covered in white sand. We even placed a volleyball net, some beach loungers, and a small wooden bar to complete the scene. Huge colored bulbs like Christmas lights hang over head, forming irregular lines here and there.

"It's a beach!" Baekhyun exclaimed happily. "Oh my god, it's so pretty."

"You like it?" I grinned as I walked towards him. I slowly took his hand and guided him to the center of the rooftop where he could see everything clearly.

"I love it! And there's also a sand castle!" My fiance chuckles before giving out a sigh. "It's so beautiful, babe." He smiles at me, the kind that reaches his eyes and melts my heart. I am so in love with him I don't know what to do.

"Well, I can't bring you to the beach this time of the night," I explained. "So I decided to just bring the beach to you."

Baekhyun looked at me funny. "Oh, are you bringing me back to the day we became official?" He grins. "Because I'm pretty sure I got mad at you that day, too."

"Yeah," I looked down shyly. "Look, honey," I started, meeting his gaze and gently cupping his face in one hand. "I am really sorry about what happened. I'm sorry I wasn't there, I really am. I swear it won't happen again."

Baekhyun pouts. "Uh-huh," he nods. "I'm sorry, too... I was just so disappointed." 

"I know," I murmured as I slowly pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry, love." I felt Byun Baekhyun's arms wrap around me, his head against my chest. And then I remembered something so I pulled back and ran to the bar to pick something up. "Here," I chuckled as I held out a long stem blue rose. "It's a peace offering." 

"Oh my god," Baekhyun laughs before taking the rose from me. "It's been ages since I received one of these!" 

"You told me to feed you instead," I pointed out.

"I know, I know," he rolls his eyes. "But... Thank you, Park Chan," he adds more sincerely. "It's really beautiful." 

I gently rested one hand on his waist so I could pull him closer. Byun Baekhyun smells like the blooming flowers of spring and his eyes glistened like a pool of stars, I can't help but just stare for quite sometime. "But not as beautiful as you, Byun Baek," I murmured before pressing my lips on his forehead. "I love you." 

What do you call this? 

Ah, yes. Make up then make love.

The couch looked innocently quiet until we found ourselves bundled together on it, kissing deeply and running our hands through each other's bodies. Clothes were gone at the rooftop and we planned on doing it on the picnic blanket until Baekhyun laughed and said, "I don't really want sand in unnecessary places, Park." And so we moved the 'party' inside. 

Byun Baekhyun likes the fur on the couch and I slowly pinned him between it and my body, kissing him fully on the lips and invading his mouth with my tongue. My hands roam all over his chest and I felt his on my hair, tangling his fingers with every strands as he kisses me back. He tastes of coffee and midnight air, fresh but intoxicating. I gently pressed his nipple with my thumb and Baekhyun let out a gasp. 

"They look tender," I grinned, my lips traveling down to his neck to leave visible hickeys.

"I'm feeling quite sensitive," Baekhyun moaned. "And I'm not really in the mood for foreplay." 

Upon hearing that, I immediately trailed kisses down his chest, briefly sucking on his nipples until I could feel his c*ck become harder against my tummy. I reach down for his milky white thighs, pushing them farther away so I could settle in between. Byun Baekhyun's member stands erect and ready but it isn't what I was looking for. I gave his c*ck a few strokes, making my fiance grip the fur for support as his eyes went downwards to watch me. 

With a small smirk, I leaned forward and gave his hole a gentle lick. He tastes the same, just tighter and more sensitive since we haven't done it for a few weeks already. "Oh god," Baekhyun moans when he felt my thumb probing his asshole. I pushed my finger inside as I licked just around the entrance, urging him to relax and just leave everything to me. When my fiance let out another satisfied groan, I inserted another finger in to open him up. 

Baekhyun hissed and I tried to overcome the pain by licking and sucking harder. And I might be doing a great job with my tongue and fingers because suddenly, I felt his legs wrap around my head, making me laugh. "Baby," I thrust another finger inside. "You need to let me work down here." 

"I know," Baekhyun moans and his legs tremble. "It just feels so good..." 

I pulled out my fingers and they slipped out rather easily. In a split second, they are replaced by my tongue and I have to hold Baekhyun's thighs apart just to keep him from killing me. Baekhyun breathes my name over and over as I fcked him with my tongue, making sure I suck the sensitive skin around it just right. I don't have to do much with my hands but ran them against the inside of his legs, massaging his smooth, hairless skin. 

"I-I'm ready," he soon whispers and before I know it, he's already pulling away to turn his back on me. "Fck me from the back," he purrs. "It feels deeper that way." 

I grinned before grabbing his waist and leaning forward so I nibble on his earlobe. "Deeper than when you ride me?" I whispered huskily. But before he could answer, I'm already pushing my c*ck inside him, welcoming his overwhelming warmth with a low groan erupting from my throat. "Oh sht, you feel so good, baby." 

We didn't have to hold our voices in. And thus, it was a long night.  

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