Falling Chap. 4 : Between Past and Present

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Title: Falling

Pairing: Chanbaek

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Length: Series

Summary: Baekhyun is sure he is falling. Falling into the deepest pit of darkness. But there is a new source of light; one that makes him feels safe. He finds himself falling again and this time, it’s for another reason.














Chapter 4



“Baekhyun, are you awake?” Chanyeol knocks onto the room across his and he could hear little feet padding around inside the room. It sounds cute; he could almost imagine Baekhyun walking here and there with a pout over his face.

“Y-Yes!” The other responds from inside the room before he opens the door, poking his head out. He is acting like a puppy and Chanyeol wonders if he could fulfill his promise to Baekhyun about moving slow.

“You had shower already? What time did you wake up?” Chanyeol bends his back a bit; staring into the droopy eyes he loves the most.

Baekhyun grips onto the door with his fingers, craning his head back because Chanyeol is a bit too close.

“About… twenty minutes ago. Are you going to work?”

“Yes. Come join me for breakfast when you are ready,” the taller male reaches over to pinch his nose gently and Baekhyun huffs at the act.





The time Baekhyun comes down the stairs with an oversized sweater on him and a pair of black skinny jeans, Chanyeol grips onto the newspaper he is reading to hold himself from scooping the adorable male into his arms and kiss his lips.

His Baekhyun is so freaking cute!

“Sit down, Baekhyun. I hope you like classic American breakfast.” He tries to sound normal and Baekhyun doesn’t seem to find his act weird because he is nodding his head with a smile.

“I eat everything. Well, except cucumber, that’s it.” He adds the last part while scrunching up his nose (adorably).

“What’s with cucumber? You don’t like it?” Chanyeol takes a sip from his black coffee and makes a mental note to remember telling the chefs about putting cucumber into Baekhyun’s meals.

“I don’t like the smell,” he mutters, slowly reaching for the fork and knife and begins cutting his meal.

Chanyeol hums. Another small detail he doesn’t know before and it makes him happy that Baekhyun seems to be opening up to him.

They chat lightly over the weather and the tasty breakfast (Baekhyun even thanks the chefs personally for the meals) before he tugs onto Chanyeol’s suit.

“Yes?” The taller male responds, stopping when he grabs his tablet from the coffee table.

“Uh, um,”

Baekhyun seems to be hesitating to talk and Chanyeol watches him amusedly.

“Just say it, Baekhyun. It’s fine.”

“W-What,” he starts, voice croaking ever so cutely, “what should I do… when you are at work?” He asks embarrassedly, because seriously, he doesn’t know what he is supposed to do and not supposed to do in this huge house.

“Hm, let’s see,” Chanyeol scratches his chin, pretending to be thinking, “nothing.”

“Eh?” He squeaks, pouting slightly.

Chanyeol laughs, squishing those cheeks with his palms and ignoring the slight huffing sound from the shorter male.

“Just be a good boy and find something nice to do, just anything. Except, doing the house chores. I have maids for that.” He reminds him.

One look from Baekhyun’s face makes Chanyeol knows that he is considering of cleaning the house before asking this. And that’s a big no no.

“But then what should I do?” He whines, slightly stomping his foot down.

“Just relax. Watch TV. Play games. Wander around. Anything is fine.”

Baekhyun huffs, blowing air onto his bangs.

“I have to go to work now.”

“O-Okay. Stay safe. When will you get back?” He questions, stopping Chanyeol once again by tugging onto his suit.

It pulls a small smile on the CEO’s face and he grins teasingly.

“Why? Are you missing me already?”

The blush creeps onto the side of Baekhyun’s cheeks and the sight is so precious.

“Y-Y-You wish!” He attempts to act tough but fails miserably. Chanyeol laughs at him.

“I do wish though.” He admits.

Baekhyun stills at his words and he looks stunned.

“Alright. Where is my goodbye kiss?” Chanyeol questions him.

“G-Goodbye what?” He squeaks again.

“Come on,” Chanyeol pushes his luck and tries to see what kind of reaction Baekhyun would give him.

The brunette chews on his bottom lip and fiddles with his fingers.

Chanyeol chuckles and steps back, “Just kidding. I’ll be back before you know it. See you, love.” He ruffles the other’s hair lovingly before walking towards the door where the driver has been waiting for him.

Baekhyun parts his mouth to stop him but decides to go against it. It’s not like he would be brave enough to give him a goodbye kiss.

Even though there’s a small voice in his mind telling him that he wants to do it.





Baekhyun wanders around the huge house, trying to find something he could do or maybe pay attention to. There are lots of rooms in this house and he has an idea of getting into each of the room. But would it be okay?

One of the maids walks pass him and she blinks questioningly at the way he is standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Mr. Byun? Do you need anything?”

“O-Oh, no! It’s fine, I’m just, just, uh, wondering if I could look around the house?”

She smiles. “Of course you can. Master Park has ordered us to guide you whenever you need any help.”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll manage! Thank you so much!” Baekhyun waves her off and she continues her work.



Baekhyun continues standing in the middle of the hallway because he is not sure where he should start.

Maybe he could start from his own bedroom.

Getting inside the room he is currently staying, Baekhyun couldn’t help but to feel awed once again. This is too luxurious to be a guest room.

The bed is a king sized one. Across that, an expensive set of home theater is also standing there. The walk in closet is huge and the bathroom is also too big, completed with a wide shower cubicle and a wide Jacuzzi.

Baekhyun feels like fainting because he doesn’t think he could compare this with the rotten apartment he stayed before.



Feeling adventurous, Baekhyun enters the guest rooms beside his and to his surprise, none of them are decorated like the one he is sleeping in.

They are apparently just bed and cupboard (still expensive), but the design is far too different. Does that mean Chanyeol has designed it specially for him?

Baekhyun chews down on his lip as the thought crosses his mind, and it certainly makes him blushes in embarrassment.

Chanyeol is one blunt man, eh.

He keeps declaring that he is in love with him (twice before sleeping, once after waking up, and sometimes at random times Baekhyun doesn’t expect), giving him subtle touches and hints that he loves him, and also staring at him with that loving eyes of his.

It’s going to be a lie if Baekhyun said he didn’t feel anything towards Chanyeol. He is a sucker for sweet things and loving words. It also doesn’t help that he is easily swayed by those kind of things; like being pampered and spoiled.

Moreover when Chanyeol told him that he’s been in love with him for eight years…

Blushing madly, Baekhyun grunts under his breath because it’s so sweet of Chanyeol to love him for years and now he is being his life savior.







He enters Chanyeol’s bedroom slowly; he said he could do anything, right? So checking Chanyeol’s room is also permitted, right?

Closing the door behind his back, Baekhyun is left in awe as he stares around the warm and comfortable room. The dominant color in Chanyeol’s room is dark blue and dark grey, with a few spots of white and black. His bed looks so warm and inviting, he wonders whether Chanyeol would let him sleep over here sometimes –

Wait, what?

He shakes the thought away. How rude he is to think like that!



Baekhyun mentally hits his head while walking further into Chanyeol’s room, admiring every furniture and also the big working desk by the corner of the room.

He stops behind the working desk, just because he is curious on how Chanyeol is working, and glances around the papers on top of the desk.

The papers are neat and a lot. The pens are also neatly put on one side. There are a few photo frames on top of the desk; a picture of Chanyeol himself, a picture with his parents, a picture of Baekhyun, and a picture of –

Wait, what?

Baekhyun sits down on the leather chair, eyes wide and unblinking as he stares at the picture of himself from his college life.



How –



Chanyeol is really a stalker!



But weirdly, Baekhyun doesn’t seem to hate that fact.

It’s just a bit surprising because the photo is the one from his college life where he is still that cheerful boy without any burden. Baekhyun sighs and leans his head back.

He hopes he could be back to the Baekhyun from before; smart, entertaining, cheerful, and brave.

The Baekhyun now is slow, timid, gloomy, and all that negative things.

He wonders whether Chanyeol would still be in love with him after finding out the drastic change in him. Chanyeol loves the him in the past, not the current him.

It’s a bit frustrating at the thought of losing Chanyeol’s love.

Baekhyun ends up leaving the room and slams the door close, before burying himself under the blanket of his own room.

He knows he shouldn’t be so spoiled but… it feels great to have someone putting their full attention on you. Someone who loves you unconditionally (because it has been such long eight years), kind, and not to mention, would gladly give you anything.

He just hopes Chanyeol won’t change his mind in the middle of the journey and kicks him out of his house.

Baekhyun wouldn’t want to know what would happen to him at that time.











Chanyeol steps into his house with a box of cupcakes in his hand as he tries to get out of his shoes. It’s surprisingly silent here. He wonders where Baekhyun is.

The maids greet him and tell him that the dinner is about to be served. And that Mr. Byun is nowhere to be found and most believed he is resting in his room.

After giving his things to the maid, Chanyeol makes his way upstairs to greet the love of his life and starts with a soft knock on the door.

“Baekhyun?”

There is no answer given to him and Chanyeol turns the knob down and gets inside.

Baekhyun is there, curled under the heavy mass of his blanket and napping like a cute puppy. The sight pulls a smile on Chanyeol’s mouth and he makes his way slowly towards the bed.

He wonders what Baekhyun is doing for hours before napping like a kid like this.

He runs his fingers along his soft hair as he sits down.

“Baekhyun. Hey,” he murmurs softly, trying to wake him up. The adorable puppy stirs and whines, before dipping his head deeper into the bed. Chanyeol laughs in amusement, feeling all sort of giddiness.

“Love, wake up.” He leans down, whispering into his ear and waits for the other to shift.

Baekhyun stirs, smacking his lips together as he brings his fist up to rub his eyes.

“…chanyeol?” He mutters, voice cracking and still heavy of sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me,” the taller male says in between his smile, caressing his head again. He watches Baekhyun blinking the sleep away from his eyes before greeting him with his eye smile.

“Welcome back.”

Chanyeol feels his heart flutters from the innocent greeting. So this is how the feeling of having someone waiting for you at home and greeting you welcome when you are back. He just couldn’t help himself and Chanyeol finds himself leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I’m home.” He whispers softly, pressing a long kiss against Baekhyun’s cheek, just to relish the feeling of having someone so dear so close to him.



Baekhyun grips onto the blanket surrounding him when Chanyeol’s lips make contact with his cheek. The soft touch makes his heart stutters a beat or two and his feels his face warms up almost immediately.

So much to take it slow.

He whines, feeling embarrassed. He could hear Chanyeol’s soft laugh hitting the side of his face as he keeps his eyes closed from meeting Chanyeol’s gaze. He is not ready yet, damn it.

“D-Don’t do it so s-suddenly!” Baekhyun whines into the bed, curling into a ball. He feels the bed dips and there are shifting around before a big warm palm encloses over his cheek and indirectly forces him to open his eyes.

Chanyeol lies down in front of him and gives him that wide grin of his.

“Should I ask for your permission again everytime I want to kiss you?” His deep voice says and Baekhyun has the sudden urge to scoot closer so he could tuck his head under his chin and bury his face against his chest.

No, no. Bad thought! Go away!

Baekhyun whimpers in embarrassment from the latest question and also from the bad thought in his head. How he wishes he could be bold enough.

Chanyeol laughs at his response and grants him his unspoken wish by scooting towards him and pulls him against his chest. Baekhyun yelps in surprise, face warm and heart thundering from the sudden act.

“C-Chanyeol –”

“This is slow. For me, at least.” He says against his hair, then taking a breath of his sweet scent. How many years he has been longing to be able to hold him in his embrace like this. Baekhyun, this little puppy, he doesn’t know what kind of effect he has towards this Park Chanyeol.

“U-Uh,”

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?” Chanyeol questions, stealing a glance at the stiffening male in his arms.

Baekhyun gulps and shakes his head no. Well, of course not. Chanyeol makes him feels like home instead of being a nuisance. He unconsciously grips onto the shirt Chanyeol is wearing and presses his nose against his shoulder, inhaling his masculine scent.

His move makes Chanyeol smiles in delight. At least his little Baekhyun doesn’t push him.

“How was your day? Did you have a good sleep?” He attempts a light conversation with him.

Baekhyun hums like a kicked puppy. “It was boring…”

“Really? What did you do?”

“I walked around the house,” Baekhyun starts, suddenly remembering his knowledge of his photo in Chanyeol’s room, before continuing with smaller voice, “and I got into rooms. Also yours, sorry.”

“Hey, it’s nothing to be sorry about. What else?” He urges him, gently rocking him like a baby.

Baekhyun hesitates. “I found… my photo? On your desk?”

“Oh.” Chanyeol responses softly before chuckling, the sound vibrates and makes Baekhyun shudders.

“Sorry about that. But I have told you about me being a stalker.”

It doesn’t make him any less calm and Baekhyun’s grip on his shirt unconsciously tightens, not that Chanyeol misses the slight move.

“Why- why would you have it?” He asks silently.

Chanyeol hums questioningly.

“I don’t have any other photo of you and that’s the only one I have.”

“It’s… the old me.” Baekhyun reasons, digging his face deeper into his shoulder.

The taller male mutters a soft ‘yeah’.

“What’s wrong about it?”

He gets no answer for a while and he thinks that Baekhyun is offended or what, but before he could say something else, the shorter male has leaned back a bit, just to stare into his eyes.

“You- you said you l-love me. And that’s the photo of the old me. The present me and the past me are different. You w-wouldn’t love the present me because I c-changed a lot and I doubt you would keep me here and soon you will realize it and then I won’t be surprised when you decide to kick me out of here and it’s –”

“Love, please.” Chanyeol cuts him. “You are blabbering again.”

Baekhyun clamps his mouth shut as he waits for his response. Chanyeol looks too calm and he has a small smile on his lips.

There’s a thumb caressing the apple of his cheek before the taller male breaks into a chuckle.

“I know you changed, Baekhyun. Everyone changes.”

“B-But I’m not the same with the me in the past! You love the Baekhyun in the past and not me! You can’t be –”

Chanyeol cuts him again with a soft kiss on his temple.

“I don’t care just how much you have changed. So what? I could just love the present you now that I have you back in my life and in my arms. You don’t have to worry about anything. Nothing you say could change my mind. I have been in love with you for eight long years and it will take a lot more to stop me from continuing to love you, Baekhyun.”

Baekhyun feels his mouth is stuck and he couldn’t say anything else to him, resulting him in whimpering and glancing away in embarrassment.

“Listen to me, you little adorable thing,” Chanyeol speaks again after a while, cradling both of his cheeks in his palms and forcing his eyes to focus on him. He smiles, rubbing the tip of their nose together.

“You could kill a person or even save a country, I won’t care. I love you and only you and I would never get tired to tell you about it. I spent eight years just thinking and imagining of having you in my arms like this and I won’t let anything happen. I won’t let you go.” He whispers, ending with a soft kiss against the shorter male’s cheek.

There are tears brimming in Baekhyun’s eyes and he hiccups, covering his eyes with his fists.

“Why are you crying now? I don’t say all those things to make you cry.” Chanyeol asks in amusement, trying to pry his fists away.

Baekhyun sniffs. “Y-You are t-too perfect.”

Chanyeol laughs and shakes his head. “Nobody’s perfect. I also have my bad sides.”

“Which are?”

“Hm, let’s see.” He pretends to think, keeping his gaze on those teary eyes. Baekhyun waits for his answer.

“I’m quite possessive over things I own or want. This is just a short notice to tell you that you would be seeing me being so possessive around you. Don’t freak out.”

The shorter male blinks the tears away, smiling slightly.

“Is it that bad?”

“I’m afraid, yes.” Chanyeol says to him, holding onto his face and peppering kisses all over his face.

It pulls soft giggles from Baekhyun and it gives Chanyeol a hard time to hold back from kissing his lips. One step in time.

“Are you feeling okay now? No more thought you want to spill?” He asks while running his hand over his soft hair. Baekhyun unconsciously leans into the touch and shakes his head no.

“The dinner’s ready. I bought cupcakes.”

“Can we- can we stay like this for a while?” Baekhyun asks timidly, fiddling with his fingers and avoiding his stare.

Chanyeol feels his heart flutters in happiness.

“Yes. Anything for you, Baekhyun.”

It takes a few more seconds before Baekhyun smiles up at him. He scoots closer, pressing his face into his chest and hugging his waist.

Chanyeol lets him, feeling too happy to even think about the cold dinner down there; and focusing on the way their legs tangled together.









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A/N: I guess the plot starts picking up from here. Hope you enjoy this chapter.
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