UPDATE: Chapter #6 complete version.

(Please don't ask me what happened. (ಥ﹏ಥ).)

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I woke up with my fiancé's face buried against the crook of my neck. Byun Baekhyun's swollen lips brush my neck ever so gently and I could feel his quiet breathing washing over the curve of my jaw. One of his legs hooks lazily around my thigh while I have my arm wrapped loosely around his bare waist.

It took me a few whole seconds to remember everything that happened.

We're both naked now under the sheets and it's all thanks to my fiancé who grabbed me and kissed me the very moment we entered my bedroom. He wasn't supposed to spend the night here. But Baekhyun refused to be alone. And I can't bear the idea of nothing but his thoughts to accompany him for the rest of the night.

After I revealed to him a few hours ago the truth that the boy from the arts center was actually me, Baekhyun just started crying so hard it made me seriously worried. He didn't speak much—just single unintelligible words—and he just pulled me to a hug and cried against my chest until the front of my shirt's all soaked up. I kept telling him that everything's going to be fine and that it is okay to feel overwhelmed right now, but Byun Baek just kept crying even as I led him to the car, and we headed home.

Baekhyun held unto my right hand as I drove. He was sobbing quietly, his free hand wiping his tears as he stared past the window and to the night. He keeps biting on his lower lip to stop himself from crying too loud and I could feel he's anxious. I could feel his fear. Because right now, I know that the past is rushing through his mind in hard waves of memories. And I can't stop that. I can't protect him from that.

I held his hand back more tightly and slowly brought it to my lips. "I love you, Byun Baekhyun," I breathed warmly onto his skin. "And I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, love."

My fiancé looked at me and smiled through the tears. "It's fine, babe," he whispered quietly. "I just need—" his voice cracked. "I-I just need to—think..." then he started crying again and it took me only a second to understand that he needed me. He needed me that very moment.

Quickly, I pulled to the nearest parking space by the side of the road and then stepped out of the car before walking towards the passenger side. Baekhyun opened the car door and turned to look at me in curiosity. His eyes and nose are red from crying and I could feel my heart break just from the sight of the love of my life like this. Baek made a move to step out into the cold night but I stopped him, guiding him gently back to the seat.

"What is it, Chan?" he sniffed, frowning in confusion.

Baekhyun watched me as I sat on my haunches by the side of the car and reached out to hold his hands, resting them on his knees. The contact might have been calming, because he pursed his lips to keep another sob from coming out as he tried to give out a small appreciative smile, gazing down at me with nothing but affection in his hazel brown eyes.

"It's okay," I breathed, staring back to his eyes and returning his smile. "It's okay, baby. I'm right here... I'm never leaving you."

Byun Baekhyun nodded, and I leaned down to press my lips on the back of his palm before pulling them against my cheek, brushing my skin against his until he feels warm enough. We stayed like that for a few moments, my eyes wandering all over his face. I let my fiancé cry. I let him let out all the feelings he's having. And through all that, I did my very best to make him feel our proximity—of how our hearts are as close as they could get and nothing—absolutely nothing—in this world would ever be strong enough to pull me away from him.

Knowing I'm the boy from the comfort room cubicle also means remembering everything that happened that very day ten years ago. No matter how beautiful, or how unbelievable, everything worked out for us, I cannot fail to recognize the fact that our love story wasn't the only thing that started that day. That's why I understand my fiancé's reaction right now. Why I understand his pain. But most of all, in spite all that, I also do understand this love and wonder enveloping his eyes as he looks at me.

"It was you..." Baekhyun finally murmured after a moment as he gently took my face in his hands, brushing his thumb against my cheeks. "Oh my god, it's you, Park Chanyeol... You're right here... All along..." He let out another sob before slowly leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my forehead.

I can't help the quiet, relieved laugh that left my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut and drowned in his touch and kisses. That warm feel of his skin against mine and the words of love slipping past his lips—They are all I ever wanted... And they mean so much more right now than ever.

Now, we're back here in my room, supposed to be sleeping soundly after two rounds of exhilarating sex. But I don't know why I'm suddenly waking up at three in the morning feeling calmer and more refreshed than usual. I surveyed the room for a while before sighing contentedly and pulling Baekhyun's sleeping body even closer. My fiancé let out a sleepy groan then a small whine but proceeded to curl himself like a baby as I wrapped both arms around his small frame, comforting him. The bareness of his body feels so warm and undoubtedly assuring.

I tried sleeping more though—and I don't want to pull away or leave the bed because my fiancé might wake up—but no matter how hard I try; I just can't throw myself again into another deep slumber. Sighing deeply, I started running my palm along Baekhyun's waist, soothing him while humming a love song I composed on the spot. My fiancé snuggled nearer and after I finished the song, I heard a gentle laugh, surprising me.

"Can't sleep?" Byun Baekhyun giggles weakly.

I pulled back a little to see him looking amused but still with his eyes fluttered close. His features look calm, but his puffy eyes and tired grin somehow betrayed that. Suddenly, the memory of what happened a few hours ago made me feel quite heavyhearted so I went back to hugging him, letting him rest his head on my chest. "Did I wake you?" I asked in a whisper.

"Hmmm," my fiancé sighed in contentment. "Not really."

There is this tenseless quiet hanging around us for a moment and I almost thought Baekhyun's sleeping already if not for the sudden tapping on my chest—like he's lazily playing the piano along the rhythm of the song I was humming a while ago. The gesture made me smile a little.

I reached up to gently touch his hair, rolling the soft, brown locks around my fingers and watching them slide smoothly. "How are you feeling, love?"

Baekhyun's fingers paused mid tune, his palm slowly flattening then resting on my bare chest. "I've never been better," he answered. "Why, babe? Are you worried I might start crying again?"

"Quite, actually," I admitted with a dramatic sigh. "Oh—And I think my shirt's still wet from those tears you shed—"

"Hey! That's mean, Park Chan," Baekhyun chuckles before tipping his head back for a second to give me a glare. "In my defense—I was just in total shock, that's all. I mean, how did you expect me react, huh?" he challenged. "So just—be calm, alright? You'll see, I won't start crying even if you start saying something sweet and sappy." My fiancé says it with determination. But I honestly doubt everything he just said. Seriously.

To be perfectly honest, even up to this day, I still have no idea how Baekhyun dealt with everything that happened to him. Yes, we do communicate a lot, it's an integral part of our relationship. But sometimes, when it comes to his inner struggles, my fiancé prefers to deal with them alone—in his own pace, in his own time, in his own way. He likes it like that. He is more comfortable like that. He may be laughing now, he may be making a joke out of everything else, but I'm pretty sure the road he has to take just to be able to grin or chuckle this moment was not harmless.

We're different with the way we deal with our troubles, though. Because when it comes to my truth and my stories, Byun Baekhyun is the only person I love to share them with.

Heaving another sigh, I reached for Baekhyun's hand that's resting on my chest and slowly intertwined our fingers. "My parents were supposed to file for a divorce that day," I murmured, and I felt Baekhyun tense for a split second. The memory of my parents whispering intensely to each other was almost a blur, since I have the habit of stashing bad things to the back of my mind until they're too far enough to be brought to consciousness. But I tried so hard to remember and I wanted Baekhyun to know.

My fiancé gave my hand a gentle squeeze and scooted as close as our bodies could get. "I didn't tell you what happened then because I didn't know you—especially with the weird Renaissance costume," I continued, making Baekhyun giggle. "But I guess you were the kindest person to me that day. And you trusted me, love," I added quietly. "So, no matter your reason was for being there, just one thin wall away, your company was enough to make me feel a whole lot better. And I'm grateful... so very grateful, Byun Baek."

I felt Baekhyun nod solemnly and he moved so he could bury his face against the crook of my neck, but not before giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. This closeness and this comfort—they are one of the many reasons why I feel the most at ease when I am speaking to him.

"When you told me the one thing that's making you cry that day," I started in a whisper, lost in my own memories. "I realized that sometimes, other people have it worse than we do; Or maybe they're under the very same troubles that we have..." I mused quietly. "You... You were so strong, baby," I hugged Baekhyun tighter. "And somehow, that made me stronger, too. I guess I became more sensitive as to what other people are feeling after that encounter. I thought about my parents and their reasons... About the dilemmas they might have gone through hell to get through..."

"You were crying so loud," Baekhyun suddenly mumbled against my neck and we both laughed wholeheartedly. The atmosphere in my room has never been this much of a breather.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I chuckled. "I'm such an ugly crier."

"Uh-huh," Baekhyun agreed with a giggle, not even bothering to lie. "Me, too."

"Wait—What?" Surprised he could even say that, I tried pulling back just so I could fix him with an incredulous look. But my fiancé complained by whining, hugging me tighter and preventing me from moving away as he indulges himself in this snuggly position. I let him do so. It's not like I do not fancy the proximity. But—What did he just say? "Hey, you're absolutely not an ugly crier, Byun Baek," I corrected him, shaking my head to emphasize a point. "You look so beautiful every fucking time I could just—die! How is that even possible?"

"Hey!" Baekhyun laughs loudly as he slaps my chest. "You're exaggerating!"

"I am not," I insisted and I'm not even kidding. "You're the single, most amazing person I know who makes crying look like you're doing a photoshoot for a magazine." Byun Baekhyun may not realize it himself, but his features are seriously disarming and sometimes, I'm worried about his lack of awareness regarding that matter. Maybe it's also one of the many reasons why other annoying people find him attractive. A few couples and business magazines have been sending me invites to do a photoshoot with Baekhyun ever since I sat down as CEO and I remember how I unwelcomely crumpled and burned those letters whenever they reach my table.

I worked so so hard to protect my fiancé from the public—from their unfriendly judgements and hurtful words. Ever since I met Baekhyun, all I ever wanted to do was protect him and give him everything in this world if I have to. So, when it comes to this stunning human being I love so much, I am not willing to let my guard down any sooner.

And maybe not ever.

"What the actual fuck?" My fiancé bursts out laughing from my remark, hugging my neck like he could stifle his laughter by that. "Oh my god, Park Chanyeol, you've got to be kidding me."

"Why are you laughing?" I raised a brow. "I must say—and I'm still annoyed by this, by the way—Everyone knows my fiancé's too pretty, I still got rivals up to this day."

Baekhyun gasped dramatically before pulling back so he could look at my face. He just woke up and he already looks glowing. What the hell am I going to do with him? Just so fucking gorgeous. I can't even.

"That's not true!" he exclaims before reaching out to hold my face in his hands, pressing on my cheeks until I looked like a freaking goldfish. "You don't have any rival or whatever, Park Chan. What made you think that?"

I tried speaking through puckered lips, my eyes narrowed to slits. "Oh, really? Do you want me to enumerate?"

"Oh-ho?" Baekhyun challenged before rolling over to lie on his stomach, giving me a stern look. I tried really hard to keep myself from staring at his bare chest and shoulders. His skin is still decorated with hickeys and I don't know why that looks so tempting. "Oh, okay," Baek says sarcastically, sharply stealing my gaze away from his neck and back to his face. "Enlighten me then, Park Chanyeol. Who are these 'rivals' you're talking about, huh? HUH?"

I tried glaring back then held out one finger. The middle one. "Well first, that bastard, Jung Daehyun—god, I hate him so much," I started to count, making Baekhyun roll his eyes. "Then there's your childhood crush whose name I don't and don't care to remember. Third is the female who keeps reacting with a heart to every single message you send—and you admitted she has a crush on you so there's that," I threw him a cold look.

Baekhyun pressed his palm on his face and mumbled, "Oh god, I can't believe this..."

"And do you remember the guy who was with us in the elevator the summer we went to Hawaii?" I raised my brows. "He was literally gawking at you. What the hell's with that? And! I still remember your story about this kid you had as muse at the art school who turned out to be an idol trainee. He also has a crazy crush on you so—"

"Hey!" Baek stopped me. "I did not say he has a crush on me, Park."

"According to your stories, he does though," I huffed, rolling my eyes at how silly youngsters could be nowadays. "You're only too dense to realize it."

My fiancé gaped at me in utter disbelief. "What the—"

"I could go on, Hyun," I warned him. "Do you want me to continue?"

"NO—Oh god, no," Baek clamped his hands on my lips. "Stop it. I don't want to hear anymore," he pouts then resumed on hugging me again, his arm reaching out to wrap around my torso. I felt him press his face on my neck, giving me another kiss. "I can't believe you keep count, Park Chanyeol," he murmurs. "That's ridiculous." Baekhyun sighs but I think the only reason he's snuggling so close right now is to hide the reddening of his face. However, I could still sense the quickening of his heartbeat and that somehow made me smile.

I hugged him back then kissed his hair affectionately. "Of course," I whispered. "But I can't blame you. So, I've been on the lookout ever since day one."

The remark made Baekhyun giggle quietly and with the way he's holding unto me, I could swear he's even blushing more now. "Aw, babe," Baekhyun cooed. "Aren't you cute?"

"Look who's talking," I shook my head.

Suddenly, my fiancé reached out to pinch my cheek. "You're cute. Deal with it," he says, and I have to pull back and away from him, but I can't—considering how close we are to each other.

"Ow ow ow ow!" I whine as he continued murdering my cheek with those slender fingers. "Ow, babe—Stop—Ouch!"

Byun Baekhyun laughs again, and he continued laughing until he's tired and satisfied with the pain he inflicted. I faked cry after the assault and my fiancé thought he'd make me feel better by showering my face with featherlight kisses—not that he's wrong about that. It's almost unbelievable how the right gestures from the right person make every bad thing disappear like it was never there.

I hope everyone finds that very same kind of comfort.

After a moment of sharing gentle kisses, we are once again enveloped in this familiar, comfortable quiet. I just held him there and I could feel his calm breathing against my shoulder, warming me and my heart. The dawn is close to breaking and we're supposed to be sleeping now. But I can't bear to close my eyes and regress just yet. For some unknown reason, I want to be consciously feeling Byun Baekhyun against my body right now. I like the feel of his warm skin under my palms. I love how calm our heartbeats are and how deep and contented our breathing gets when we're this close to one another.

I felt my eyes flutter close as I breath in my fiancé's scent, becoming more fully aware of how his presence satisfies me. It was almost enough to bring me back to sleep.

But that's until Baekhyun spoke again in a quiet voice. "As I was running away from the auditorium, I thought I couldn't feel anything..." his voice is just over a whisper and it is somewhat shaky. "All I can remember was that numbing heaviness on my chest and the ringing in my ears. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't make sense of what's happening even when I try to. I felt so lost as I ran and ran... A-And I felt so alone..." It took me a split second to realize that he is talking about what happened to him ten years ago. A part of me can't believe he's telling me all these now, but the other part knows how much I waited for this moment—to know more about the person I gave all my heart to.

Sighing heavily, I pulled my fiancé closer as if I could protect him from the past and the terrible thoughts it brings.

"The very moment I sat on that cubicle floor, the only thing anchoring me to reality was the pain... and I was so afraid, Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun continued and when he started shaking, that's when I realized he's crying again. "I was so, so afraid because I felt like everyone was watching me, everyone was judging me... It felt like anyone was going to attack me when I'm not looking. I felt so vulnerable and helpless... And it's the kind of fear that I have never felt before. It was consuming me... Taking everything that might possibly bring me comfort. I-It—It was so awful..." Byun Baekhyun sobbed and he buried his face against my neck as he cried. He is trembling all over and I pulled the blankets tighter around us.

"It's okay, Byun Baek," I cooed, hugging him then kissing his forehead as I gently wiped his tears away. "You're going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay, love."

"I-I just didn't know what to feel," Baekhyun sobbed quietly. "I was so young and so naïve. So, I started asking myself if I'm the one in the wrong... If I brought everything upon myself... If maybe—maybe if I was just a little bit different, if I just kept everything in, maybe I'll be treated differently by everyone else..."

Like a feather against my skin, I felt him touch my cheek, brushing it ever so gently. "But then you told me I'm not a bad person, Park Chan..." my fiancé whispered, and he slowly pulled back so he could fix me with a loving stare. His hazel brown eyes are glistening, and it almost feels like a million stars are looking back at me. "You told me no bad person could be this brave... or this honest... You told me I shouldn't cry anymore," he breathes. "And I believed you, love. My heart trusted you for a reason I didn't understand then. And now..." Baekhyun has this beautiful smile on his lips as he caresses my face tenderly. "And now I'm so happy. My heart is so full, Park Chanyeol. And it's all thanks to you..."

All I could feel that very moment was the overwhelming affection I have for Byun Baekhyun. No words or actions or any amount of understanding could easily materialize or comprehend all the emotions I had the opportunity to experience because of him. It's almost surreal... Almost magical.

"I love you," I murmured, and I didn't know I'm crying already if not for Baekhyun wiping my cheeks with a small laugh. "I love you so much, Byun Baek."

"I believe you," he whispered back. "And I love you, too."

And then he kissed me. Byun Baekhyun kissed me softly and affectionately and it suddenly feels like I am kissing him for the very first time since forever. I didn't know you could pour out this much yearning or this much emotion in a single kiss, but that's what I am feeling right now as I kiss him back. My heart feels like it's about to burst from so much love I feel for this gorgeous human being I am holding in my arms.

Without breaking the kiss, I held Baekhyun by the waist and pulled him on top of me, his weight a mere pressure on my chest. He held unto my shoulders, clasping unto my muscles as I sat up and hold him close, so he won't back away even just for a single second. I reached up with both hands to cup his cheeks and I wiped his tears away. It's the least I could do now after everything he confessed, after everything he went through. If only he knows how much seeing him cry makes my heart break. If only I was there. If only we knew each other then.

I tried to keep myself from being incredibly frustrated as I suckled unto his bottom lip, feeling Baekhyun ran his palms up and down my arm, caressing me and sending shivers down my spine in the most delighting way possible. "I love you," I murmured again, deepening the kiss and making my fiancé gasp. "I love you... Over and over. I do..." I slipped my tongue between his parted lips and I felt Baekhyun's hands tighten around my arm. He let out a moan as he pulled himself up just enough so he could sit himself on my awakening manhood. The sudden contact made me hiss and groan inwardly. I squeezed my eyes shut and marveled on the sensation of Baekhyun's puckered hole against my d*ck when Baek started sucking on my tongue a few times before pulling back to lick the sides of lips as he breathes heavily. He also started to move his hips slowly, letting my c*ck slip and slide between his ass cheeks. "Oh fuck, Byun Baekhyun..." I moaned, my hands traveling all over his body. The softness, the curves, the flaws—I felt them all. And I love every single one of them.

Like reflex, I soon found my palms groping my fiancé's chest as we dove into another voluptuous kiss, playing with his nipples tenderly with my fingers without even thinking about doing it. They perked up in anticipation and the sudden thought of them in my mouth just seem to make me more aroused.

"Hey—" Baekhyun giggled between kisses. "Why do you love them so much?"

"What?" I pant, licking the insides of his mouth again before swooping down so I could take one erect nipple between my waiting lips. Baekhyun's breath hitched deliciously as he grabbed unto my hair. My brain could clearly make out the erotic expression he's showing right now.

"My nipples," he moans as his grip tightens. "Ah—Shit..."

I sucked the soft nub ardently as I traveled my palms to his butt cheeks. God, how could he be this soft and smooth? This is impossible. I gave his right nipple one final lick before moving over to the other, making Baekhyun emit that sexy cry again. "Because you make the cutest sounds when I play with them," I mumbled, his nipple between my lips. "Don't you, baby?" I flicked the nub with my tongue and my fiancé let out a yelp I didn't know could be seductive.

Baekhyun continued running his hands through my hair, his back arched, and his plump lips gapped open. Still playing with his nipples, I pulled his ass cheeks apart and reached further back with one finger. We just had sex a few hours ago so I could tell his hole is still wet from my come and from all the lube we used. My middle finger just barely touched his asshole when a moaning Baekhyun started to press his hip lower to my teasing finger, making me chuckle. I reluctantly let go of my fiancé's nipples just so I could fill the emptiness of my mouth with his again. Baekhyun's lips feels warm and swollen and I never knew people could taste sweet until we started making out a few years back. Damn. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this.

"Aren't you impatient?" I teased when Baekhyun let out a whine because I started circling his hole with my finger instead of inserting it.

"I am," Baekhyun pants as he kisses me back again, his tongue running along the roof of my mouth. "Babe, you don't have to prep me," then he pulled back again just enough to shower my face with soft kisses until he reached my ear, "I'm still wet..." he purrs. "And ready."

Oh well. I swallowed.

Fucking shit, Byun Baekhyun.

"You seriously drive me crazy," I groaned and without warning, I pushed him back to the bed until I am hovering on top of him and fixing him with a dark gaze. "How do you like it tonight then baby?" I whispered huskily. Baekhyun's eyes are wide and for a second he looks like he will run away. But then his lips suddenly twisted to a mischievous grin and I felt myself get more aroused in a heartbeat.

How can he fucking do that?

Byun Baekhyun reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck. He licked his lower lip, "However you want, Park Chan," he smirked. "I'd do anything you want tonight."

"What if it's too kinky?" I asked, leaning down so I could kiss the tip of his nose.

"I'm yours," Baekhyun just answered in whisper. "I am all yours."

Slowly, I ran my palms from the sides of Baek's waist and downwards until I reached his thighs. They are soft and warm and for a second I was worried I'm going to scar him as I pushed his milky white legs farther apart and settled between them. My crotch pressed firmly against Baekhyun's and when I met my fiancé's gaze again, they are definitely covered in lust and want. His lips are gaped, and heavy, sensual breaths left his mouth as he watched me grab my d*ck, stroking it a few times before positioning myself.

"Oh—Fuck—" Baekhyun moaned, grabbing unto the sheets as I entered him. He feels tight and warm and definitely inviting. I let out a breath and waited until my fiancé could adjust to the sudden intrusion. With one hand, I caressed his face as I started to move slowly, feeding us both with sparks of pleasure that came with every thrust. I wanted to fuck him so hard, but I waited for that familiar sensual expression on my fiancé's face—indicating he's ready for something rougher.

"You good, baby?" I grunted, pausing so I could grab Baekhyun by his waist.

"Yeah—" my fiancé nodded, biting his lip as he reached up and grab me by the shoulders. "You can move all you want now, babe."

Without another word, I started fucking Byun Baekhyun, hitting all the right places as I rammed my d*ck to his asshole. The muscles of his ass feel like they're squeezing me dry and it took all the control I have to keep myself from tearing him apart. "Fucking shit—You feel so good, baby," I groaned, leaning forward to take him by the lips. "You feel so good, Byun Baek." My c*ck slides in and out of his hole smoothly and every thrust makes those slick noises that fills the entire room along with our moans. Semen started to drip out of my fiancé's ass and to the bedsheets, but I can't stop myself. I continued thrusting and grabbing his hips so I could go even deeper. Baekhyun cries out my name every time I hit the right spot and his nails almost feel like they're digging to my skin from where he's grabbing me.

Soon, I could already feel the familiar build up of orgasm deep in my body and I drove into him harder until Baekhyun's screaming his satisfaction. "Fuck! Oh—Shit, Park Chanyeol—Ah!" Baek sobbed as he hugged me tight just as he came with a loud cry. His come hit my chest and after a second, I groaned against his neck, biting his skin harshly as semen spurts from my c*ck and deep into his asshole. Baekhyun held me tighter as he pants, breathless from the climax, and it took me a few more seconds to gather my wits, thrusting slowly and deeply into him before slowly withdrawing my still-hard c*ck.

I pulled back just enough so I could give my fiancé a gentle kiss on the forehead. "One more?" I asked, a smirk plastered on my face.

"Hm?" Byun Baekhyun looks all sweaty but undoubtedly glowing, and I reached out to brush his hair off his pretty face as he smiled back. "Sure. Why not?" he giggles.

I grinned playfully, licking my lower lip. "You still got that slutty nurse uniform?"

My fiancé laughs out loud as he pinched my cheek.

The sun was already far up the horizon when we finished. We slept the whole day and woke up just as the giant ball of fire is more than ready to say goodbye again.