BYUN BAEKHYUN

Ugh. What does she want this time?

"Lara, look," Yura started with a sigh. "We're sorry for what happened earlier—"

"For what?" Lara raised a brow but still, she doesn't take her killer eyes away from my face. It's starting to get really creepy, to be perfectly honest. "For what the security did to me? For trying to drag me away from this party?" Her hand reaches up her neck, tracing a huge glamorous necklace she's wearing. It is studded with hundreds of diamonds and she smirked like she's threatening me with it. Like she's displaying the power she has over me.

Why? Does she have anything up her sleeves tonight?

Slowly, Yura moved to stand between me and Lara, straightening her back more and recovering her composure. "Please, Miss Sanders, why don't you let me introduce you to some of the company's stockholders?" She tried to usher Lara away but the latter almost tried to dodge her touch like she's disgusted with it.

"I didn't come here for those lowly businessmen," Lara glared and this time, she directed it to Yura and Chanyeol. "Neither did I come for Byun Baekhyun."

"What is it that you want then?" Chanyeol finally asked in his low, controlled voice. "I'm sure you didn't go through all the trouble looking for us just so we could have a little chit chat."

Even when she tried to hide it, I still saw how hurt Lara was just because of those few words. Of course. She loves Chanyeol with all her heart ever since they were young. Not even the incident at the penthouse would change that. Lara flinched and her jaw tensed for a second as if willing herself not to cry. "You—" But then she bit her lip and tried fixing herself. The anger that was lost for a few moments came back even stronger. "I've been wanting to meet with them since I arrived from America, Park Chan," she continued. "I really hope you could help me about scheduling a meeting."

Chanyeol frowns. "A meeting? With whom?"

"The chairman," Lara smiles almost mischievously.

Yura shook her head, unsure. "I'm sorry, Lara, but our parents are out—"

"I'm not referring to your parents," Lara snapped almost impatiently. And with that, Chanyeol tensed unquestioningly beside me. I could almost feel him holding his breath, dreading the next words that would come spilling out of Lara Sander's lips. "It has been a long time since they attended a party, hasn't it? I miss how that couple lights up the night with just a few, witty jokes." She's trailing her fingers against her necklace again. Mocking me, watching my reaction.

Yura took a small step forward. "The Chairman and his wife have been taking a rest from the company, Lara," she said and I noticed how her voice changed. Like she's trying not grit her teeth together or give Lara an angry scream.

Sighing, Lara waved her hand off. "Is that so?" she breathes, as if exasperated. "I really thought they're just hiding from someone. Not wanting to see his face or such." Then she threw me another glance before turning on her heel, waving a hand swiftly as she departs. It was dismissive and in a way, triumphant. The air she left was heavy, even as the orchestra filled the hall with lively, wonderful music. I could almost feel the wheels turning in my head, pounding against my dense skull. Stupid. I was so stupid.

She's not here for me?

Of course that was a lie! I should have known it was a lie and just... ran.

Within a second, I'm already walking away from the party, my hands clenched at my sides and my chest suddenly feeling heavy. What happened repeats itself in my head. I could see their faces a million times in a row. I could make sense of Lara's triumphant smile. I could make sense of why she's so smug like losing never happened to her before. I need air. I fcking need air. I looked around the room, ignoring Yura's voice, calling me back. I do not want to believe Lara. She's a btch and she's a liar.

But I know my fiancé enough. I know Park Chanyeol enough that I can say when he feels the most uncomfortable or when he feels the most enthusiastic. I know when his actions are real and when they are not. I know when he's afraid... When he's lying...

I almost didn't recognize the face he has when Lara started talking about the Chairman. About their grandparents. I didn't know. How come I didn't know? My breath hitched in my throat and I tried fighting off a sob. I'm already walking along the dark hallways of the building, away from the party and the music. A bright red sign hangs straight ahead and I ran to it, breathing heavily just as I pushed the steel doors open and into a huge, dark parking lot.

I did a double take. "What the—"

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me from walking farther away. "Byun Baekhyun," Chanyeol breathes my name and he seemed to be breathing heavily himself. Was he following me? Did he actually think I wanted to see him right now?

I tried pulling my hand free but he just held unto me tighter. "Let go, Park Chanyeol," I whispered, suddenly tired. "Please... This is not what I need right now."

"Baekhyun, please hear me out," he breathes. "I can't—I don't want to end our night like this."

I let out a shaky breath and turned to him. "What did she mean?" I asked and the tears came even when I tried so hard to stop them. I even tried putting in a strong facade but that failed me within a second. Of course I know what Lara Sanders meant and Park Chanyeol obviously knows that because he just stared at me, pain and regret filling his eyes. He made a move to touch my face, maybe to wipe my tears, but I flinched away from him. "How could you not tell me?" I sobbed. "How could you leave me in the dark like that?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Baek," he whispered, his voice soft. "I don't want you to feel unwanted. You mean so much to me, baby, you know that."

"Your grandparents hate me and I didn't even know," I turned Lara Sanders' words into mine and even Park Chanyeol doesn't like the sound of it. "That's why I never see them at parties. That's why they're always away whenever I visit your family house. That's why they weren't there during the engagement party..." Chanyeol tells me they're just too busy traveling or undergoing treatments in the states. But I know better now. "Every excuses you told me... They were lies, weren't they? Nothing about those excuses is true."

Chanyeol sighed and he ran his free hand through his hair in frustration. "I wasn't lying about those things, Baekhyun, believe me. Father's parents are already old. They can't stand planes," he explains. His eyes are desperate, looking into mine so deeply as if he's afraid I'm going to leave the very moment he loses a hold on me. "They were undergoing treatment but..."

"But they don't want to see me," I finished for him. "They don't want to see me so maybe they just made excuses. I—I don't even know what to think now, Chanyeol. Please—Please just be honest with me about this. I'm begging you."

My fiancé sighed and pulled me closer by the wrist. "They don't hate you, Byun Baek," Chanyeol said, his voice firm but gentle, too. "It's just hard for them to accept everything right now, baby. And Lara is just making a huge mess about this because she knows how my grandparents feel about me marrying you and not someone like her. It's... It's hard reasoning with them. They don't understand. They still don't understand."

"I still deserved to know and you know that," I whispered, wiping my tears with my own hand. "I still deserve to know what kind of family I am marrying into, don't you think? I deserve to know what they think of me. And now... Now I feel like I am this huge barrier between you and your grandparents and I am nothing but a hindrance. I feel like for some reason, I am pulling your family apart—"

"Oh, baby, please don't think that way," Chanyeol whispered and this time, his eyes are nothing but sad. He stared at me longingly, like he can't wait to just wrap me in his arms and make everything okay. "I just wanted to give them time to think about everything, without putting any pressure on you, too. I want us to continue being how we are, how we treat and look at each other. I want us to continue being us, Byun Baekhyun. But I don't want to force them into accepting us if they can't treat you with genuine kindness in the end."

I looked at him, surprised. "They're your family," I said. "We—We can't marry if they won't accept us, Chanyeol. I can't do that to you—"

Chanyeol looks at me like I just said something that hurt him. "But you're my family, too, Byun Baekhyun," and he said it like he's confused why I don't know even know it. "Even your brother and your parents are my family. And nothing could stop me from marrying you, Baek. Not even the Chairman and his wife."

"Then why didn't you tell me about them?" I asked, looking straight to his eyes. "Why do you always have to protect me from everything? Why do you always have to take all the burden? I just feel so useless right now, Park Chanyeol. I feel like everything just falls on you and I am nothing but a child you need to take care of every time. I can protect us, too, you know? I can do everything for you, too," I continued sobbing and desperately trying to clean off the tears. "I love you that much, too, Park Chan... I love you."

"I know, baby, I know," Chanyeol breathes and his hold that's around my wrist slowly traveled to my hand. His palm feels so cold as he cautiously held unto my fingers, watching my reaction closely. "And I am so sorry, Byun Baek. I didn't mean—I just wanted to protect you, baby. I just—I love you so much and just the thought of you getting hurt makes me so afraid... I'm so sorry that you have to hear it from someone else. I'm so sorry, Baekhyun." And with that, I let him pull me into his arms, suddenly realizing how every negative feeling melts into nothingness the very moment I felt his chest against my cheek.

Park Chanyeol continued murmuring apologies against my hair and I held unto him until my cries died down. For a second, I feel like something heavy is looming before us and our relationship but whenever I look at my fiancé and into his dark brown eyes, I know I won't be alone through all these. Maybe marrying him won't be that easy. But there is nothing we cannot do for each other now.

And I'm holding on to that. 

PARK CHANYEOL

The ride home is quiet.

Byun Baekhyun stares pass the blurry window and to the dark skies enveloping the night. He didn't return to the party anymore and I guess it'll take sometime before he's going to attend one ever again. I can't blame him, though. And I won't blame him for anything that happened tonight. Maybe not telling him everything about my grandparents was entirely my fault. But I have my reasons, too. Reasons I believe are the right choices.

I looked at my fiancé and reached out to hold his hand, not cautiously, just reaching out the same way I do every time. Baek gives me a small, sad smile but resumes staring into nothingness. I wish I could know what he's thinking about right now. I wish I could take some of the pain he's feeling. Ever since I fell in love with Byun Baekhyun, I promised myself that I will do my very best not to hurt him. His heart... It's my treasure. But now, after so many years of being together, I guess I failed in a way. Maybe what I did just made things worse.

And Lara Sanders... I cannot believe she just did what she did. I always knew she didn't like Baekhyun. But to go out of her way just to hurt someone so important to me is absurd and unforgivable. Everything between me and Baekhyun— every news or every secret— is not her story to tell. It is never hers. Maybe Lara loves me in a way I could never reciprocate, but her pain doesn't give her the right to ruin someone else's happiness. I felt the grip I have around the steering wheel tighten and I have to let out a deep breath just to calm my nerves.

We arrived at the Byun residence in no time. For a full minute, we just sat there in the car in silence and I don't think I could let go of Baekhyun's hand because it'll feel like leaving him completely alone with his thoughts. I don't want to leave him alone. Not right now.

But then Baekhyun shifted on his seat, reaching to remove his seatbelt. "Thank you for driving me home, Chanyeol," he whispered, giving me a quick glance before opening the passenger door. "I—I guess I'll go now."

"Baek, wait," I stopped him, reaching for the car door and pulling it close again.

When Baekhyun turned to me, his face is already a few inches close. "What is it?" he whispered, eyes staring into mine. His brown orbs are watery and focused, his lips gaped and pink, and the beauty of it all makes me want to kiss him then and there.

"I love you, Byun Baek," I murmured. "Please remember that."

Baekhyun stared into my eyes and I feel him reading me so intently. Slowly, he reached for my face, his thumb brushing my cheek gently. "I know that, Chan. And I do, too," he whispered back. "But please give me time to think about everything for now. I'm sorry. But please understand..."

I nodded and pressed my forehead against his, kissing his palm. "Of course, baby," I breathed. "I understand. I'm sorry." 

It has been two weeks since Byun Baekhyun and I talked.

Seriously.

The very moment Baekhyun walked out of the car, he didn't look back. And after that, no texts or calls or emails from him came. I tried reaching for him but even his parents asked me to stop going after him for now. Even waiting outside their house for hours didn't work. They said I should give him more space. More time to absorb things. Baek-beom tells me my fiancé spends most of his time in his studio and, thankfully, eats his meals right on time. I just hope he isn't lying just to make me feel better.

Sighing, I slumped back on the bed and reached for my phone from the bedside table. The screen brightens for a moment to show numerous emails from my secretary and a few messages from my mother. She recently started using these dynamic iMessage features matched with cheesy quotations about love in hopes of cheering me up. But there's zero messages from my fiancé and that just brings me down more and more each day. I'm just glad today's a Sunday so I don't need to go to work.

Byun Baekhyun's bathrobe hangs on a rack just by my bathroom door and I groaned, rolling on the bed and burying my face against the pillows. This sucks. Not talking to him sucks. If only there's a way to know how he is now, what he's thinking at this very moment. I just worry about him so much I can't think straight.

I felt a slight depression on the bed and I peeked pass the pillows to Peanut who, if I'm not mistaken, seems to give me an accusing look. "I know, I know," I rolled my eyes at him. "It's all my fault and I deserve this." Peanut purrs back as if in agreement before stretching on the bed and finding the perfect spot to lie down. His blue eyes are still looking at me as he rests his head on a paw.

"Do you think he's mad at me?" I asked the cat, frowning. "Do you think he'll talk to me today? What do you think, Peanut? Oh god, I hope he still knows how much I care about him. I... I didn't intentionally hurt him, you know? I was just—I just thought I was doing what is right—"

Peanut purrs again and turned his head sideways before closing his eyes, dismissing me and my whining. He could be the I-don't-really-give-a-fck friend sometimes, really. I pouted at him and rolled on the bed again, facing the ceiling. Maybe talking to the cat is really not the brightest idea. Groaning, I sat up and walked to the bathroom, removing my shirt in the process. I tossed it to the hamper and was about to remove my remaining garments and just take a calming shower when a knock on the door made me pause.

I stopped, waiting.

Another three knocks came and slowly, the door opened. Byun Baekhyun cautiously peered around the room before his gaze fell on me. My heart almost stopped beating. From surprise or happiness, I don't even know. I just stared at him, bewildered now, and I almost pinched myself just to make sure everything's real and I'm not imagining things. My fiancé gave a small, relieved smile before he invited himself in, closing the door gently behind him.

"Hey," he waved at me sheepishly. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk."

"No—" I cleared my throat and let out the breath I was holding. "You weren't a jerk, Byun Baek. I completely understand."

Baekhyun smiled shyly as he nods. "I... I've missed you."

"Me, too," I whispered, relief coursing through my veins. "So much."

My fiancé nods again and the next thing I knew, he's already wrapping his arms around my waist. He buried his face against my bare chest, his sobs quiet but shaky. Baekhyun doesn't look unhealthy or anything within that category. But his eyes look tired, like he's been up thinking and pondering about things, like I expected him to be. And I understand. I completely do. I hugged him back, my lips finding his cheek and my hand brushing his soft hair.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he kissed my chest. "I'm sorry, Park Chanyeol."

"Don't apologize," I muttered. "You don't even have to."

Baekhyun pulled back to look at me. "Still..." he pouts.

I kissed his forehead, my lips lingering on his skin. "I thought I was protecting you," I breathed. "I thought I was doing the right thing. It just felt like the correct choice at that time, Byun Baek... I'm sorry."

"I know, honey," Baekhyun nods, his hand resting on my chest. "You just didn't want to hurt me. And you never do, Chan. You always think of me first. You always do what you think is the best for me... What you think is the best for us. And I can never take that against you," he pulls me down and I felt him kiss my cheek. "I'm here now, okay? No matter what happens, you won't see me walking away like that again."

The assurance he gave me that very moment means to me more than he could ever understand, I guess. I cannot even fathom how much him being here right now makes me feel. Byun Baekhyun is a big part of who I am and losing him means losing a part of myself, too. They say you can't give everything to someone you love, because you must leave some of that 'everything' for yourself in case they leave.

But how could I do that when I'm so sure of what we are now and what we'll be in the future? How could I not give my everything and all that I am to Byun Baekhyun when it's all he ever did since the very first moment he said he loves me?

I nodded and my hands slowly cupped his face, my thumb tracing his lower lip. "Don't leave," I whispered, my lips hovering against his. Then I realized just how much I wanted this in my life. Him in my arms, spending the rest of our lives together. "Don't leave me," I breathed and Baekhyun nods, a small smile on his lips. "And don't move."

Baekhyun froze just as he realized what was coming. I captured his lips with mine and I practically heard him gasp against my mouth. It has been two weeks without Byun Baekhyun. And now my heart and every part of my body is screaming for him. I kissed him, a little bit hungrily, and I just savor for a full moment how his full lips glided against mine and how soft his face feels against my palm. His lips taste like the strawberry candy he has in his car and with a little chuckle, I bit unto his lower lip and Baekhyun's breath hitched in his throat.

I laughed, pulling back before holding him firmly by his slender waist. "You can actually move now, baby," I smirked down at him.

"I know that!" Baekhyun said, breathless. "You—You just caught me off guard!"

"Yeah, right," I rolled my eyes and before he could give another snapping reply, I pulled my fiancé by his waist and back to the bed. He landed on his back against the soft covers, making Peanut leave his napping spot with an annoyed meow. Baekhyun gave the cat a worried glance before he retreated slowly, watching me with wide eyes. The reaction he has made me chuckle. "Why are you looking at me like that, baby?"

Baekhyun swallowed and I swear my eyes uncontrollably fell to his neck. His skin looks so pale and just remembering the feeling of it against my palm is enough to drive me crazy with want. "You look slightly scary right now, Park Chan," he purrs. "Seriously."

I started removing the remaining clothes I have. "I'm not," I said, giving him a playful look. "I just... need you right now."

"In other words, you're just horny," Baekhyun giggled.

"Okay, don't give me that laugh," I breathe, my self-control slipping and slipping away. I reached my fiancé and helped him pull his shirt above his head and boxers off his legs, tossing his garments somewhere in the room. He fixed me with a hungry look, his eyes smoldering and hot. Baekhyun moved to straddle me and my member slipped comfortably between his ass cheeks. With a satisfied groan, I planted my palms on the sides of his waist. His skin feels feather soft.

"Fine," Baekhyun whispered before licking his lower lip. "What do you want me to do then?"

I didn't answer and just kissed him again, my tongue entering his hot mouth. Byun Baekhyun kissed me back with the same enthusiasm but I pulled back immediately after a few seconds, saliva trailing the sides of our lips. I reached up and wiped the sides of his mouth with my fingers and Baek dipped his head to suck on my thumb. Damn. If this continues, I wouldn't be able to prep him. With a pained hiss, I pulled my hand back and kissed him fast on the lips before slowly traveling my lips up the side of his face.

"You don't have to do anything, honey," I whispered huskily against his cheek. Baekhyun tipped his head to one side and I lowered my head and started trailing light kisses along his collar bone. Just kissing and nipping and sucking everywhere my lips could reach. My hands dropped from his waist and to his bare thighs. They are even softer now and I can't want to suck on the skin and make all the necessary marks I love to make. I caress his legs, just feeling and groping until I moved higher and up Byun Baekhyun's ass.

My fiancé gasped as I started to massage his ass cheeks, palming and gripping them hard against my palm. "Chan..." Baekhyun moans as his hands held my shoulder tighter. He started to move his hips, planting his butt firmly on my hand. But the action also brushes against and stimulates my c*ck and I have to press firmly on Baekhyun's ass cheeks just to stop him. Baekhyun gasped and drops his head on my shoulder letting his lips find my neck before gladly creating hickeys I had to hide the next day because of work.

Slowly, I guided Baekhyun back on the bed and he looks confused for a moment before I dipped my head and started sucking on one of his nipples. His hands found my hair immediately and he opened his legs further before wrapping them around me. He pulls me close, moaning my name over and over as I circled the nub with my tongue, pinning it between my teeth, and sucking hungrily again. The assault continued and I used my other hand to pleasure his other nipple, licking my fingers wet before I started playing with it, watching him react with every tweak. Baekhyun has his eyes shut close in pleasure and he bites unto his lower lip to contain his cries. Not that he needs to.

I gave his nipples one final suck before moving down and pass waist. His member stands proud and dripping before me and I chuckled before gripping it with one hand and lifting his ass with another. "Even your asshole knows what's coming, baby," I smirked, pressing my thumb against his entrance and circling it with all the wetness coming from him. I stroke his member down just as I inserted my thumb into his waiting hole. It didn't reach much but it's enough to make Baekhyun shiver and thrust against my hand.

He gave out a low moan. "It has been two weeks," he groaned, hands playing with my hair.

"I know," I breathe and it's the truth. Of course I know how he feels. I stroke his member again and did some finger-fcking with my thumb, all these with my eyes fixed on Baekhyun's face. The reactions he makes send shivers down my spine and straight to my groin. My own c*ck feels rock hard and I thrusts against the bedsheets, creating friction for my own pleasure. Of course I would like it better if Baekhyun's mouth is wrapped around my member now but I don't want to hurt him with all the fcking I'm craving to do with him all day.

I inserted two more fingers just as I felt him getting wetter. Baekhyun moaned again, looking down at me through lustful eyes. He brushes hair from my face just as I gave the tip of his c*ck a gentle kiss. "Ah, fck," Baekhyun hissed, slightly annoyed. "Just fcking suck on it, Park." But I ignored him with a laugh and just continued thrusting my fingers into his hole. It's dripping wet and whenever I pull my fingers out, just more of his juices come with them. I gripped his member in my hand, stroking faster and with more pressure. Baekhyun's thigh started to tremble around me and with that, I fcked him harder, inserting another finger and thrusting and reaching as far as I could.

With a smirk, I ran my tongue along his length, from the base to just before the tip. I did it a few more times with the same rhythm as my fingers and when Baekhyun let out a long moan, I took his whole length in my mouth, sucking and bobbing my head slowly. I took it as far as I could, watching Baek writhe and groan below me. Fck this. It has been sometime since I took him in my mouth and he still feels and tastes the same. I guess I'll be giving him more of this from now on then.

"N-No—" Baekhyun tried to sit up just as all the fcking and blowjob started to take him over the edge. I sucked on him harder, my tongue circling the tip before I take him all over again. "Chan—I'm going to—"

"Then come," I groaned before I pinned the head between my lips and flicked the tip continuously with my tongue. When I thrust my fingers inside him again, I brushed the roof of his hole, finding the bundle of fibers that will make him scream my name. And when I did, I gave his spot a few hard touches and within seconds, hot and bittersweet semen is already spurting from his member and straight to my throat.

"Fck, Park Chanyeol!" Baekhyun moaned, thrusting blindly into my mouth. "Fck, fck, fck..." I stroked and sucked him harder as he came, giving him no time to completely recover. I removed my fingers from his asshole for a moment just so I could grip the base of his c*ck between two hands while I abuse the upper half of his member with my mouth. I sucked the tip completely dry but within seconds, more of his milky white juice comes out again. "Chan—" Baekhyun gasped. "Stop—I'm gonna come again—"

"I know," I smirked at him. "Just come for me, baby."

Both of my hands abandoned his cock to my mouth and while I give him a fcking blowjob, I started massaging his ass cheeks, lifting his waist up and pulling them wide open to reveal his wet hole. Baekhyun contracts his anal sphincter and whenever he does, more wetness comes out, tempting me and my throbbing c*ck. I bobbed my head faster and harder, the tip of his d*ck reaching the back of my throat, and soon, Byun Baekhyun is coming again, cursing my name over and over as he gripped the bedsheets hard between his fingers. When he came, I pulled his member out of my mouth and come landed on his body and face and to my own bare chest. I slid up to level our faces just so I could lick the come that landed around his lips.

"Chan—" Baekhyun said between gasp, come still spurting from his member. "I—I can't—"

"No," I breathed huskily before giving him a fast, lazy kiss, tongue quickly darting in then out his mouth. "We're not done yet." And with that, I slipped between his legs again, lifted his waist and my mouth found its way straight to his hole. My member is dripping wet itself and the sheets are dirty with come but I can't stop myself. I'm Byun Baekhyun's insatiable beast and I'm not stopping any sooner. My tongue thrusts inside him and Baekhyun continues moaning my name, wriggling his waist as if he could make my tongue go deeper.

His hole feels hot and tastes the same as his semen. With my hands, I continued massaging his ass cheeks, loving how they feel so firm and bouncy at the same time. No wonder guys look at Byun Baekhyun's back, following him until we're out of sight, whenever we take walks in parks or malls. But the thought just made me somewhat annoyed and I bit unto the skin just before his entrance and Baekhyun gasped. I ran my hands along the inside of his thigh, caressing the soft skin as I continued fcking his hole with my tongue. His skin feels like cotton or feather and for a second I was afraid I'm going to wound him. When I pulled back from eating his ass, I gave his hole a few more finger-fck before pushing Baekhyun's legs further open.

"You ready?" I breathed, positioning myself between his milky white thighs.

I was surprised with how Baekhyun just looked at me with pure love and affection, and although his hair is messed up and his face is flushed and dirty with come, he still looks undoubtedly beautiful. Baek licked his lower lip and swallowed, probably he's gone throat-dry, and I can't help but move over him until our faces are a few inches apart. I reached out for his face and kissed his cheek gently, Baekhyun has to let out a long, contented sigh. It was all I needed that very moment. 

Slowly, Baek reached up with his trembling hands, finding my abdomen and tracing the muscles with the tip of his fingers. I closed my eyes and just delighted in his touches, feeling his palm trace my body and to the back of my neck. It's one of the few mysteries of this love I have for him, how his proximity makes me feel so safe and so sure of myself. Baekhyun's thumb brushes my hair and he looked deep to my eyes and to my soul before he slowly pulled me down, his lips finding mine.

We kissed, tongues battling each other as I slowly entered him, making Baekhyun gasp against my lips. I moaned his name over and over as we made love and I kissed him with all my heart because he feels wonderful and totally mine. And no one— definitely no one— could make me feel this contented or this happy.

And that, I will never trade for anything. 

x x x

a/n: Merry Christmas, indeed! 

Thank you so, so much for all the support you guys continue to give me and this book. You're all so wonderful.

And now we're done with the last official chapter of 'In Time'! Yay! I'll publish the Epilogue soon and maybe some announcement about the last book of the 'In Places' Series!

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