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It begins to be painful.
"Yeol, slow down..." he mumbles, breathless.
He thrusts deeper. Baekhyun's fingers become numb because of the grip around his wrists.
He lets out another yell, eyes shut close both out of pleasure and exhaustion.
"Yeol..." he whimpers.
"Shut up!" the other man roughly grumbles against his ear. Baekhyun's legs are uncontrollably shaking because of the fast movements he makes between them.
He starts biting his lip so he can suppress another loud yelp as he hits another spot. Stay still. He hears his own voice inside his head. It gives him the comfort he needed.
But not what he wants.
"Ah, fuck!" Chanyeol cusses loudly as he reaches his peak, starting to move in a slower pace. It doesn't take too long before Baekhyun gets there, too.
Breath still shaky, he opens his eyes. As he does, his eyes catch Chanyeol's gaze all over his face but when he's just about to drown into it, Chanyeol drifts away. Like he's nothing but a part of an empty space.
Quickly, he slides through his pants. He doesn't even bother buckling his belt tightly and as soon as he covers his nakedness, he walks out the room without sparing Baekhyun another glance.
"Wait..." his voice trembles. He calls out for him, not that loud, but the door is slammed shut. Whether Chanyeol hears it or not, there's no way he'll ever look back. He never did.
"Your watch..." Baekhyun whispers, even if he knows he won't pay heed. Baekhyun picks it up as it shines when the lamp lights reflect on it. It's a thousand-dollar worth. But whatever Chanyeol leaves there in his room, no matter how much it costs, it ends up forgotten.
Baekhyun can only smile bitterly while warm tears pool his eyes.
"Baekhyun-ah?" he immediately covers himself with the comforter as a maid calls outside.
"Yes?" Baekhyun wipes his face, just in time as she opens the door. But maybe it's no use because shock is still evident on her face at the sight of him. It goes back to normal though, because like always, she remembers how often this happens.
Baekhyun weakly smiles at her.
"Sorry... my flu just got worse, I don't even know how it happened..." he lies. With his clothes on the floor and the watch on his hands, the lie becomes futile.
Everyone here knows. They all know.
She looks at him with those familiar eyes. She looks at him with so much sympathy.
"Baekhyun, are you hur―" her voice shakes but Baekhyun doesn't let her finish.
"I'm good... please don't ask anymore." he can't even recognize his own voice. Baekhyun stands up, "I'll just take a shower, I'll go out later."
What's the sympathy for? The tears he sheds in the shower, what's it for? It's not like he was forced to take his clothes off. To take it all in. Baekhyun accepts everything with open arms anyway, what's the matter now?
He signed up for this. He has no regrets.
If this is how Chanyeol forgets that fire raging in his heart, then he'll be glad to kill that flame.
Even if he ends up burning.