CHAPTER 32: CONFESSION
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The basketball court was loud. Two of the bests teams gone playing, trying to defend their title. People yelled, screamed, and cheered. And the game was soon finished and Chanyeol's team won the group with only a few points ahead of the opponents.
Chanyeol risked his right leg and ankle with an injury when he dunk the tiebreaker score from unbalancing himself midair and hurt himself from the impact.
Baekhyun wouldn't be prouder than before, but his mind couldn't escape the reality that his best friend had injured himself and the guy was immediately directed to the hospital.
There lays Chanyeol with his right foot hung up in leverage in the hospital bed while a certain smurf was resting his head in the latter's stomach. Baekhyun watched over Chanyeol every time and he visits him with something to eat.
Chanyeol woke up and saw Baekhyun softly resting his head in his stomach, his dainty hands rested on the soft mattress, still sleeping in a sitting position. A wide grin crept into the taller's face when he saw drawings and sticky notes being plastered in his cemented right foot.
There are drawings of basketball, a doodle of Chanyeol's name, some flowers, hearts, some 'get well already!' And more unidentified from the giant's eyes.
He inwardly felt better, as his best friend was here with him. Caring for him. Several days in the hospital isn't bad for Chanyeol because he knows that he's being cared for.
After some staring that Chanyeol cast to the cute puppy who was sleeping, the latter, soon woke up and rubbed his eyes like a child with a matching look to his left and his right.
His small eyes were gone wider when he saw that Chanyeol was awake.
"Yah! Are you okay now? Does your foot still hurts?" These words are the first things that left Baekhyun's mouth. Baekhyun massaged Chanyeol's feet and legs with an ointment whenever Chanyeol feel pain in those areas.
And today, Chanyeol thought an evil idea to prank Baekhyun. But first, he must look very sad. —and so, he did.
Pouting, Chanyeol becomes silent for some second. He was waiting for the latter to notice his sudden silence.
Which the latter, —did.
"Are you feeling fine, Yeol? What does the doctor tell you?" Baekhyun asked while rubbing his neck, anticipating.
"The doctor said that... I couldn't walk anymore. Obviously, I cannot play basketball forever." He announced, trying his best to sound pitifully and seriously although he was laughing from the inside.
Baekhyun became silent. However, his hands unconsciously grasped the bedsheet below and diverted his look at the cement-wrapped foot of Chanyeol while biting his lower lip, forming a pout.
But it's your dream to become a famous basketball player, Yeol. He reminded himself. He began pouting heavily and his lips began trembling.
Chanyeol was smiling. Triumph was on his side but his breathing hitched when he saw Baekhyun, his tears gently flowing on his cheeks.
Damn, what the? —Chanyeol thought.
"Baekhyun! I'm just joking! Don't cry! It was supposed to be a prank!" Chanyeol said while breathily laughing. Though he was seeing the latter cry, he felt happy because it means he cares. A lot.
Instead, Baekhyun cried harder with sob now and it made Chanyeol guilty on the spot.
He started feeling nervous. He hissed when he regret what he had just done.
Chanyeol stood up to show Baekhyun he was okay. He turned around and jumped.
"See?" The tall handsome male quirked his brows with his arms open.
Baekhyun just hid his face in the blanket to choke back his tears as annoyance filled him and Ofcourse—embarrassment, from being overacting and...stupid.
Stupid and dumb, because who would get paralysis in a minor sprain? Right?
Baekhyun looked up at Chanyeol with a sharp annoyed expression and red tinted cheeks.
"You freaking derp! You meanie giant elf!!! I hate you! It isn't funny! Jokes are supposed to be funny! You're so mean!" He blurted grabbing the white soft pillow and throwing it at the taller.
"I love you though!" Chanyeol teased after dodging the pillow easily. Baekhyun just got fired up when he didn't hit Chanyeol with the pillow.
Fisting the smaller's palms, he felt heat crept in his cheeks—because of annoyment, I think.
"I really hate you, Park Chanyeol! I'll take these foods back and let you starve and let's see if—"
"Yah! I'm just teasing you!" Chanyeol hurriedly hugged Baekhyun before the latter could collect the food trays near the bed. He wouldn't want to miss the heavenly dishes of the smaller though.
And from there, Baekhyun ended up grumbly feeding the spoiled giant in the bed.
"Like I said," Chanyeol smirked as his eyes gleamed as if thinking something smug.
"If I want something, I will never slip it on my grasp." He said as he ruffled Baekhyub's hair, playing on it.
"Aish, you're so possessive. Eat." Baekhyun commented as he poke the spoon on Chanyeol's lips which the latter took into his mouth in delight.
Chanyeol felt full after dinner. Full of happiness and love.
And Baekhyun surely does too. He thought if this friendship is normal. If what they are doing is normal.
He blushed. Heart skipping at the idea. But he let the thought fly as he disregarded it. Because he knew that as long as Chanyeol was with him, he will feel okay and he no longer need someone else.
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"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?!" Baekhyun was displeased, his eyes were still puffy and reddish yet he was ready to take another shot of sorrow.
Chen, Lay, and Tao just felt guilty and guiltier when they saw Baek's shocked eyes and pained expression.
"W-We just... We wanted to tell it sooner but y-you found it out with yourself. We're sorry, Baekhyun." The boys apologized. They didn't expect that Baekhyun would hear Chanyeol's name from one of the nurses out there in the hallway and find out what happened.
Baekhyun just breathed deeply. He understands the three men and he just wanted to see Chanyeol badly.
"It's okay. Where is his room?" He asked, trying to calm himself. The defeating silence of the room wasn't helping and worry was eating him already. He just wanted to see his best friend now, to see if he's okay.
"Room 23, East Wing of the hospital," Lay answered.
He didn't respond to the information as he began clicking his boots on the white tiled floor. He hadn't changed his outfit if you'd ask, he just borrowed a jacket from Tao.
He was breathing heavily when he reached the east wing of the hospital, using the stairs.
He quickly twisted the silver knob of the room with a metal plate plastered in the middle, read as 23.
He immediately saw Chanyeol's huge frame yet pale complexion, he was true, sick.
Alcohol poisoning wasn't that small thing after all. He went alcohol binge drinking.
Baekhyun felt the surging guilt and that growing pain from his heart that he couldn't bear yet he couldn't point out.
He regretted what he did.
He regretted what he said.
He regretted blurting unreasonable things, like ending their friendship. He surely didn't mean it. And he would not dare meaning it, till he dies.
His feet moved him closer to the peacefully sleeping Chanyeol, a dextrose bag on the bedside, and a tube-like plastic was connected to his left arm with IV drips. A heavy churn made his tummy ache from the burning feeling of guilt as he glided his hands on the edge of the bed.
He saw Chanyeol's dry and pale lips, his body wrapped in a patient hospital gown, and how he was clad in a thin layer of hospital blanket, without anyone watching him over the night, was enough to make Baekhyun hiss in sadness and regression.
"I didn't mean it.." He muttered when he saw Chanyeol quietly lying on the bed. His hands trembled when he felt the unsettling feeling in his chest.
He scooted closer, almost laying on the bed as he brushed the fringe out of Chanyeol's forehead. He would never want to see Chanyeol in his weak state, but he was then again, the one who causes the latter to become fragile and defenseless.
He hugged the latter's shoulders, his head rested on his chest carefully as he silently sobbed. Of course, he would never mean the things that he just said to Chanyeol. And he believe that Chanyeol knew that. Chanyeol meant his life for him.
Because of that, Chanyeol who was weakly unconscious slowly got awakened from the latter's movement. He hissed in pain as he felt his lungs try to cope up with breathing.
"You—" Chanyeol's cracking voice from the dry throat and body ache made him look so defenseless. His eyes began glassing with tears and he tried, he tried to pull away from the latter's embrace.
Baekhyun looked up at the sudden movement and his eyes lit up in a second before flashing into guilt.
"I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry." Baekhyun admitted as he held Chanyeol's abnormally cold arm. He quickly wiped his own tears before fixing himself and chewing his lip. Guilt consuming him.
"Are you okay?" His breathing hitched as his tears betrayed him. He just couldn't really imagine that he had the nerve to say things at Chanyeol especially the idea of cutting their friendship.
"Hey, Chanyeol... Talk to me please?" He almost begged as he saw that the man on the bed has his eyes trained on the opposite side where he was. His jaw clenched as his fist balled.
"Would you look at me.." Baekhyun begged as he closed the gap between them and hugged the man on the neck and cried.
"It's stupid of me to even shout at you, especially things that I know would hurt you. I would never hurt you like that Chanyeol. You know that I didn't mean what I said back then. I can't live without you. You know that, and I'm-" Baekhyun was suddenly interrupted.
"Do you like that bastard?" Chanyeol spoke. His jaw clenched and unclenched with the question that he asked.
Baekhyun who looked awful, stared at Chanyeol's side figure as he realized that he wasn't even looking at him when he asked.
"Do you fancy that fucking, Oh Sehun?" His voice was deeper and forceful. This time, his eyes fell on the other's blurry ones.
"Wha- what do you mean Chanyeol?" He asked. Confused as he pouted, tears brimming down his cheeks.
"Would you choose him over me?" Chanyeol never stopped looking at Chanyeol intently. Baekhyun was taken aback at the latter's sudden question.
"No, Chanyeol, not in that way! You know that!" He cried as he bit his lower lip to prevent from tearing up.
Chanyeol's sudden movement startled Baekhyun when the bigger one pulled him on the bed and hovered over him. He hissed over his movement though as he felt his body disagree on moving further.
Baekhyun just stared onto Chanyeol. Their foreheads touching. He felt his heart jump on his chest as he could feel the taller's breaths fanning over his face.
Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun hard and with somewhat need in his eyes as he consumed the smaller's scent in him.
"C-Chanyeol, what're you doing..." Baekhyun asked cautiously and carefully, not having a mistake to move anymore because the taller's lips are dangerously and almost touching his.
"Do you want me?" Chanyeol asked. His voice was commanding and deep.
Baekhyun almost squirmed at the question. He wasn't comfortable with how serious Chanyeol is. He wasn't used to this side of Chanyeol.
"Chanyeol... You are scaring me.." He said as a tear slid on his eye and fell on the pillow behind his head.
Chanyeol's expression immediately changed when he saw Baekhyun being uncomfortable.
From his hard look, it turned to a gentler one as he sighed in dismay.
"Just please answer me... What do you feel about me?" He asked once more, however, his voice became softer.
Baekhyun didn't answer all his questions that made him more frustrated. Giving up, he laid on top of Baekhyun. His face nuzzling unto the latter. His body molding perfectly unto Baek.
"D-don't you know that I love you? I—love you so much, that it scares me... Why does it hurt Baekhyun?" Chanyeol broke down, whispering at Baekhyun's skin.
"You make me feel frustrated Baekhyun... I tried my best to ignore this feeling but it keeps growing and I'm scared that you wouldn't turn it back... Baekhyun, I—I love you... I just realized that I love you more than a friend, more than best friends—" he gulped, choking back his tears, scrunching his face, his body shaking on top of Baekhyun.
The tears kept strolling on his face, down to the latter's neck, and into the already damp pillow.
He watched Baekhyun who just stared at him in silence.
"You don't love me..." He whispered in finality as miserable as he hugged the man under him.
It pained Baekhyun, it crushed Baekhyun on the spot.
"That fucking bastard appeared in your life and now you're replacing me." He clenched his jaw to prevent the bitterness consume him. Although he knew that what Baekhyun had told him earlier, was something that Baekhyun would never mean to tell— ending their friendship, it still broke him. He bit his trembling lips to prevent sobbing but then he ended up leaning unto Baekhyun's warmth even more.
"Why? What's with him, that I don't have." He asked as he sniffed.
"C-Chanyeol it's not true. Why are you even comparing yourself to others? You know that you're incomparable." Finally, Baekhyun managed to speak as he tried to choke his own tears, he found his arms hugging the giant back. Shaking his head and rubbing the taller's nape.
"Then why are you pushing me away? Why do you keep hurting my feelings? Why can't you say that you love me back?!" He demanded to ask as he lifted his body and searched for Baekhyun's face.
"I love you, Chanyeol.. so please don't hurt yourself," Baekhyun responded honestly, kissing the latter's forehead. Chanyeol just closed his eyes, scrunching his face as tears fell on the smaller.
"If you really love me, you wouldn't make me feel jealous. If you really love me, you would have chosen me over Sehun. Do you know how painful is that?!" Chanyeol tried to stand up but he was pulled back by Baekhyun rather forcefully.
"Chanyeol," Baekhyun wiped his own tears away while cupping Chanyeol's face in his hands.
"Do you think it's fair when you're with Jieun in the first place?" Baek asked. Chanyeol starring at Baekhyun in shock.
"Do you think I don't feel this weird feeling in my gut that seems to be jealousy when you're with someone else?" Baekhyun asked.
Baekhyun finally knew what his blue feeling was now. All this time, he felt jealous. All this time he felt hurt. He felt frustrated. All because he was unaware that these emotions weren't just a mere feeling, but proof that he had already fallen in love with Chanyeol.
"Chanyeol it's not fair. For god's sake, I believe you love me. But I don't know if you love me enough in a way I love you." Baekhyun closed his eyes as he can't prevent the tears to slid down his face.
"Because I think that you don't see me that way. Let's say I'm dense and and insensitive, but how about you? You're the one who's with someone else. Not me." Baekhyun sighed. Deciding whether to stop or continue with the feelings flowing through his system.
He whimpered as he held unto Chanyeol's chest.
"I'm also hurting Chanyeol. I'm suffering. I couldn't just show it to you because you're the only person that I have, and me being gay is already a threat to our friendship, how much more when you knew that I like you more than friends. I believe that you would be disgusted at me and you would leave me alone and I can't lose you, you're the only one I have and I can't afford to demand because - mmph!"
And then silence.
Chanyeol's lips find their way to shut Baekhyun up on his rants.
Now Chanyeol was sure that their first kiss that night wasn't just an accident. He really liked Baekhyun. More than what they have right now.
His dry lips were quenched by the soft pink lips that Baekhyun had. Chanyeol felt so right, feeling how Baekhyun's lips molded perfectly onto his.
A few seconds after, Baekhyun pulled back. A shocked expression left his face.
"When I said I love you, I meant it," Chanyeol spoke as he watched Baekhyun's face turn into a tomato red color.
"W-Why did you kiss me?" Baekhyun squirmed. He could still feel Chanyeol's lips on his.
"Are you deaf? I said I love you." Chanyeol spoke and then dived again to claim Baekhyun's lips. Shuffling slightly as he held Baekhyun's shoulders with both his arms and once again get drunk on Baekhyun's essence.
Baekhyun's eyes shut close as he felt his heart daring to explode any moment.
He moaned unto the kiss as he flung his arms unto Chanyeol's neck.
Baekhyun was the one to pull away due to a lack of oxygen. Finally registering unto his mind what's happening, he covered his mouth with both his palms as he stared at the epitome of Handsomeness hovering on top of him with a shocked expression.
"What do you say?" Chanyeol asked. His confidence took the best of him as a smirk appeared on his lips seeing Baekhyun's tomato-red face.
"Do you like me? I'm asking you." Furrowed his eyes when Baekhyun just stared at him in shock.
"Y-Yes. I- I- Bu-But... I-" Baekhyun stammered, lost of words. He is wondering why his heart isn't exploding yet.
Chanyeol then again nuzzled his face unto the smaller's neck. Letting his whole wait crash the bunny below.
"That's the only answer that I need." He sighed, kissing the wetness on Baekhyun's skin.
"Baek," he whispered.
"You hear me?" He continued. Feeling the smaller's chest hammering inside.
"Y-Yes.." Baekhyun answered.
"You're mine."
"Only mine."
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