Chapter 5: Affairs
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Chanyeol could feel his eyes beginning to fail him as time neared 2 a.m and the words in his textbook were becoming a giant blur. The highlighter in his hand had been marking anything and everything, which was the least efficient thing he could've been doing for himself. The quality of his notes had declined and he was contemplating calling it a night. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes, yawning in the process.
His roommate, Oh Sehun, was snoring softly behind him, but despite the man's tendency to be a heavy sleeper, Chanyeol remained courteous of his boundaries. The silence that dressed the dorm room in its blanket of emptiness was, however, shattered by a relentless onslaught of pounding against the door and the slurred, muffled sound of his name being called.
Cursing, Chanyeol fixed the glasses back on his face as he pushed himself away from his desk and hurried to open the door in an attempt to prevent further disruption. The second the light broke into the room to reveal the mess of a person standing in front of the door way, Chanyeol scowled. After swiftly turning his head back around to confirm that Sehun was still asleep, he put a hand on Baekhyun's chest and firmly, but carefully, pushed him back until they were both standing in the empty hallway together.
His eyes made a quick glance at the latter's appearance. As much as he hated it, that night was only one out of many.
"Park."
His last name rolled off Baekhyun's lips so easily... However, it never went unnoticed to the man how the dark haired mess before him would never address him solely by his first name. And yet, it was so fitting of his nature and unwillingness to commit, even when it came to name preferences.
Baekhyun smelled like alcohol mixed with the scent of others. Taking a step forward, he smiled up at Chanyeol, noted his stiff body language and laughed. Amused and playful, he lightly traced the football player's jawline with the tip of his finger.
"I just came from... Well, you know. A friend's place."
Reaching up, Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's hand in his own. "Stop."
"Why're you being rough with me?" Baekhyun retracted his hand from Chanyeol's, cutting contact. "Save that for the bed... Open the door."
"No." They had already been through this conversation before in different forms and with different words, but it was always the same repetitive cycle. "I'll take you back to your dorm, instead."
"But I want you."
Chanyeol bit down his bottom lip. Had he not, he wouldn't given a laugh that trickled with traces of bitterness. "You always want me... Especially when you're done with the rest of them," he said, eyes domineeringly locked in on Baekhyun's own. "You know I hate it when you come around here like this."
Giving a half-attempt to shrug, Baekhyun smirked. His tired eyes and disheveled hair gave the essence of man who was almost begging to be torn apart, but Chanyeol resisted. He had fallen for it once before and awoke the morning after, realizing he had mistaken Baekhyun's lustful words and desires as genuine, subconscious feelings. Afterwards, he swore to never fall for the promises that dripped like temptation from the brunet's mouth.
"You're the only one I trust." Hooking his arm around Chanyeol's neck, Baekhyun pressed his body against the male. "No one can do it like you can, you know? No one knows me like you."
"Baekhyun--"
"The boys are so rough to me," he complained, almost whining and changing his voice in an attempt to guilt the giant. His lips made their way on cheeks and Chanyeol could only feel his jaw tighten as Baekhyun continued to force both of them against the door. "And the girls are too soft. You... Well, you do it just right."
It took all that he had inside of him to take the brunet by the shoulders and push him away at arm's length until the physical contact was broken. Time and time again, Baekhyun's push for intimacy was fueled by his own selfishness and, intermittently, Chanyeol would concede, but in all the moments they shared with each other, he preferred the chaos that came with Byun Baekhyun on sober terms.
"You should go home, Baekhyun."
"Why?"
"Because it's late."
Growing irritated, Baekhyun pushed the giant's hands away from him. "You're so fucking uptight," he muttered, annoyed as he turned his head and looked down the hallway. "You know what? Whatever."
Sighing, Chanyeol attempted to grab a hold of him, but the brunet only shook him off. "I said I can walk you back," he said, attempting to remedy the situation in the slightest. "I don't mind."
Ignoring him, Baekhyun reached into his back pocket and retrieved his cellphone. After failing to coherently dial in the correct phone number, he cursed and sifted through his contact list until he came across someone he was vaguely familiar with. To him, familiarity was all he needed.
Despite having gone through the same process before in the past, that night was an outlier. Before Chanyeol could say or do anything more, Baekhyun turned his back and began stumbling out towards the dormitory building exit with someone else's name coming from his lips.
It was the first time Byun Baekhyun ever refused to be walked back to his room, and the first time he ever searched for someone else besides Chanyeol at the end of a drunken night.
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FanfictionPurely for sex and nothing more. That was the agreement. He was Baekhyun's favorite, but Chanyeol knew he wasn't the only one. ✩ ✩ A WATTPAD EXCLUSIVE STORY ✩ ✩ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ ❈ RATING: NC-17 GENRE: College!au, angst, drama...