Lovesome Chap. 13

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Lovesome

Pairing: Chanbaek

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Length: Series

Warning: Fem!Baekhyun, Fem!Kyungsoo, Fem!Jongdae, Fem!Joonmyeon

Summary: Living her life everyday as one of the average people, Baekhyun finds herself tangled in the mess of intense feeling called love and a handsome being goes with the name of Park Chanyeol. It’s sweet, but sometimes it tastes bitter, too.













Poster by: ☾ Peaceful Moonlight ☾ Graphic Shop



Chapter 13



For as long as Baekhyun has been friends with Jongdae, never has she seen her friend crying this badly. Usually it will be just little tears when they watch dramatic romance drama, or hilarious tears when it’s the time for horror movie, or sometimes little droplets when girls are being emotional during their period.

But for Jongdae to wail this loudly, it must be that something is going wrong.

“Jongdae!” She calls, trying to hold onto the girl’s face to stare into her eyes. Jongdae is sobbing so loudly, her whole body shaking and she keeps shaking her head.

“What’s wrong? You are worrying me!” Baekhyun asks, frowning. Jongdae takes a shaky deep breath but she can’t even let a word out without hiccupping so badly. Baekhyun sighs and gently pulls her deeper into the house and settles her down on the couch.

Jongdae is gripping onto her arm, so tightly as if she doesn’t want Baekhyun to leave her. Baekhyun is worried about what would make the strongest and sassiest person she has ever known to be crying this bad.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying? Where is Minseok oppa?”

At the mention of the name, Jongdae’s cries intensify and it’s easy to conclude that the tears are because of Minseok. Baekhyun frowns and reaches to wipe the girl’s face which is soaked from tears.

“What’s wrong with Minseok?” She asks gently, tucking some stray hair away from Jongdae’s face.

Jongdae shakes her head, chanting a noiseless whisper of ‘no’ a few times. Baekhyun takes a deep breath and waits until she at least is calmed enough. There is nothing she can do to help her friend when Jongdae is practically being so hysterical like this.

Baekhyun leaves for a quick minute to fetch a cup of water and gently helps Jongdae to gulp some. The girl is heaving for a while, tyring to swallow back the urge to cry and Baekhyun waits patiently. The television is still going but she doesn’t even find it in herself to pay that any attention.

“What’s wrong?” Baekhyun starts softly, a hand caressing Jongdae’s head.

The girl looks up with his eyes wide in bloodshot color, swollen, and face flushed. Baekhyun coos at her, making a face, and that’s enough as she sees a tiny smile creeping on Jongdae’s quirky lips.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffs, voice different from the usual from how hysterical her wails just now, “I couldn’t stop crying.” She laughs bitterly, wiping the excess of tears still hanging on her eyelashes. Baekhyun helps her by thumbing the tears away.

“That’s okay. But I’m actually very curious about what caused that? Do you want to talk about it?”

Jongdae hums softly, her voice hoarse. She bends her head down; her gaze is lowered to her lap while she fiddles with her fingers. Baekhyun notices every single little move and she actually frowns because being timid in gestures is seriously not Jongdae.

“Dae… what’s wrong?”

Jongdae’s eyes fleets back up to look at her. “I… I haven’t gotten my period yet.”

Baekhyun blinks. “And? You were crying that badly because of that?” She feels the sudden rise of annoyance because that’s it? Jongdae was crying and making her panic just because of that?

“Not that, I just,” Jongdae continues then pauses for a while, “I… I’m afraid, Baekhyun.” She whispers shakily, her face scrunching up in the sudden upcoming tears. Baekhyun shakes her head, “Wait, wait, wait. What are you being afraid of?”

“My period should be around the same time as yours,” Jongdae says, sniffling, “but I haven’t gotten it and I’m actually very scared! What if… what if I’m… pregn…?” She cuts herself off, her eyes shaky.

Baekhyun feels goose bumps running through her nape. “…seriously, Dae?”

Jongdae cries softly, “I’m so scared! What should I do?”

“Are you serious, Jongdae?” Baekhyun panics. “Are you serious about that?!” She holds onto the girl’s shoulder, shaking it a bit. Jongdae shakes her head. “I’m not sure! It’s just my bad thinking but what if…?”

Baekhyun feels herself paling. “Have you… talked about this with Minseok?”

Jongdae’s eyes gaze down again, avoiding hers. “I… I hinted that to him, but he…”

“He?” Baekhyun waits impatiently, because this is bad news. This is not something light.

Jongdae sobs, “He doesn’t want it.” Her voice cracks.







“Hey,” Jongdae calls, forcing a smile while stepping closer to peck Minseok on his cheek.

Minseok hums distractedly, focusing on the game he is playing. Jongdae chooses to slip onto the empty space beside him, not on his lap as usual. Minseok doesn’t seem to notice it, too occupied by the shooting game.

“How was your day?” Jongdae asks. Minseok shrugs, “Usual. Have some assignments due soon. And gym is just like usual.”

Jongdae stares, her mouth opens shakily. “What game are you playing?” She leans over to see, leaning her head on his shoulder. Minseok tilts the console to give her a quick glance, “Some game. I’m not really sure.”

She hums, her fingers cold from how nervous she is. Minseok seems to be enjoying his game a bit too much. “Pay me some attention too, you know?” She whispers.

Minseok hums. “Later.” He says jokingly, pushing her away.

Jongdae forces a smile. “Hey, Minseok?”

“What now?”

“Have you ever wondered about how we will be in the future?”

Minseok’s eyebrows are furrowed. “Future?”

“Yeah, like… like what we will do after college is over? Like, is it work? Or do you want to continue your degree? Or… do we get married…?”

At her last suggestion, Minseok lets out a laugh that resembles a scoff. Jongdae’s heart drops down.

“Marriage? Why are you asking?” He chuckles, eyes still trained on his game.

“I… well, I’ve just been wondering about it recently,” Jongdae lies, glancing away and is glad that Minseok is too preoccupied with the game console.

“It’s nothing that we should worry for now. Just live the moment. If it’s the time, then it’s the time.” He says.

Jongdae sits up straight. “But… do you want to have kids with me?” She asks, her voice echoing softly. Minseok’s gaze is finally dragged away from his game. “What?”

“Kids,” Jongdae says shakily with a fake smile, “what do you think about kids? Ours?”

Minseok frowns. “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t need this conversation.” He huffs. Jongdae feels her heart breaks a little more.

“Like, you know, imagine us having our own kid. Do you think it will be challenging or maybe it will—”

“Jongdae.” He calls sternly. “I don’t need kids. Now shut the hell up.”

Her heart breaks.

“R-Really? Um, well, sometimes I imagine having kids… when we are still young enough, you know? S-So when the kids are big enough, we won’t be that old yet and—”

“Seriously!” Minseok glances to her, “What the hell are you talking about? I don’t need to listen to this ridiculous topic!”

Jongdae’s lips tremble. “So what do you want to listen then? Me calling out for your name while you fuck me over and over again?”

“Where is this coming from?” Minseok asks, dropping his game console to the couch. Jongdae grits her teeth, “You are so selfish, Minseok.”

“Me? It’s you who are selfish! You keep saying things here and there and I have to listen to you every fucking single day! Try to tone down that talking.”

She lets out a breathless laugh, all bitter and foreign. “Oh, so now it’s my fault? Have you ever wondered why I keep talking? Have you even wondered why I need your attention so badly, you fucker?”

“Watch your mouth, Jongdae.” Minseok warns, his eyes full of anger. Jongdae doesn’t care, she keeps talking. “It’s you! You who barely have time for me! Why do you think I need your attention most of the time? It’s because you barely give me that! Try to think! When is the longest time you are giving me attention? It’s only when you fuck me—”

A hand grips onto her chin. “I don’t want to lose my temper, Jongdae. You are being ridiculous right now.”

Jongdae hisses, “So now talking about our relationship is a ridiculous topic?”

“Jongdae—”

“Do you even love me?” Jongdae asks, breathing heavily. Minseok frowns. “You know the answer already. Stop asking.”

She chuckles. “I don’t.”

“Why are you being such a whiny bit—”

“Yes, I am a whiny bitch! Call me all you want, I’m your bitch!” Jongdae shouts, slapping his hand away from her chin. “I’m trying to talk seriously about our future but you don’t even listen to me. I’m asking what you are planning to do for your future, whether there will be a wedding between us, and whether we will have our own family, but you are calling it ridiculous!”

“Where the fuck this talk about family and kids and whatever it is coming from?” Minseok harshly says.

Jongdae grips her fists. “It’s coming from here,” she points to her chest, “it’s coming from my heart because I’m wondering whether you are serious with me. Whether you have ever pictured a future with me and with kids.”

Minseok has this fire in his eyes. “I don’t fucking need kids.” He hisses. “Stop being so whiny and get out before I lose my temper. I don’t want to fight, Jongdae. Come back when your head is clear enough.”

Jongdae laughs loudly, her voice breaking in the middle of it. Minseok sends her a surprised look.

“When my head is clear enough, he said,” Jongdae chuckles to the tensed air, giving him a glare, “You are so selfish.” She says silently and then she walks out of his house.







“I don’t want to defend anyone but,” Baekhyun says slowly, “I think the both of you got caught up in a bad timing.”

“He doesn’t love me.” Jongdae chuckles.

“He loves you!”

“No, he doesn’t!” She shouts. “Why do you think I keep trying to have his attention on me? Because he never gives me his attention!”

She is panting as she finished. Baekhyun clamps her mouth shut. “Dae, don’t think that way. I mean… I’m sure Minseok oppa loves you! If he doesn’t, he won’t—”

“He doesn’t love me,” Jongdae repeats softly, smiling painfully, “all those years ago, when he accepted my feeling, it was only because he felt bad. And he keeps up with me until only because I can offer him good sex.” She laughs bitterly, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

Baekhyun slumps down, not knowing what to say. Jongdae’s mind is practically wrecked from how stressed she is.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean whatever he said before.” She whispers softly.

Jongdae shakes her head. “He meant it. He never looked like that before. And if… if this is really happening,” she gazes down to where her hand is clutching onto her stomach, “then he would never want it.”

“Jongdae, please. Don’t say that.” Baekhyun reaches to hold her hand. Her friend wipes her remaining tears away, before staring up to her.

“Baekhyun, would you come with me to pharmacy? I need to buy some test kits.” She smiles brokenly. Baekhyun bites her lip and nods.

“Okay. Let’s go before it’s too late.”

They huddle closer, heavy jacket on top of their shoulder, and a mask over their nose to cover their face. Baekhyun is too paranoid that someone might recognize them. Jongdae doesn’t really care about it, but Baekhyun insists that they put it on, because there are lots of aunties in their living complex.

Jongdae grabs about more than twenty test kits and Baekhyun stays silently by her side, not saying anything. They have seen this part in so many drama and movies and never in her life that she has ever thought of them involving in this scene.

Without any care, Jongdae puts the basket on the cashier counter and Baekhyun tries to appear nonchalant as the cashier boy sends them a knowing look. Jongdae’s swollen eyes are too obvious on what is going on. As the cashier boy scans the amount, Jongdae slaps some money on the counter before grabbing the plastic bag.

They walk back to Baekhyun’s house, huddled close to one another in the bathroom. Jongdae takes a shaky breath to prepare her mental state and Baekhyun grips onto her hand to give her a mental support.

“No matter what the result is, I will always be there for you, Dae.” She whispers softly. Jongdae sends her a tiny smile before Baekhyun walks out of the bathroom for a moment.

Jongdae is silent for a while, only plastic and box noises are heard as she seemingly is reading the instructions. Baekhyun sits down on the floor, leaning against the wall beside the door. There are so soft noises from the inside and she impatiently waits for Jongdae to come out.

Eventually, her friend is finally out after a moment. Baekhyun rises up back to her feet, staring at Jongdae with questioning eyes. Jongdae gives her a tiny smile. “We will have to wait for twenty minutes or so.”

Baekhyun pulls her into a hug. “I’m here. I’m here for you. No matter what happened.”

Jongdae buries her face into her neck. “I’m so scared, Baek. What should I do if it’s positive?”

“We will think about that later. Let’s have some ice cream? I have a new tube of flavor that I’ve been dying to taste.”

Jongdae nods with a tiny smile.

The timer goes off when twenty minutes are over. Jongdae is quick back onto her feet and Baekhyun is right on her tail. On the bathroom sink and on the bathroom tiles, Jongdae places twenty five test kits neatly. Baekhyun stifles a smile at the sight, almost forgetting that it’s the time for her to be serious.

Jongdae grabs the first kit. “…it’s negative!” She glances to Baekhyun with a hopeful gaze. Baekhyun nods to her to give her the moral support.

All of twenty five test kits prove that the result is negative. Jongdae is not pregnant.

She slumps back to the tiles, crying her eyes out. Baekhyun can’t help but to shed some tears because she is happy that Jongdae is not going to be in a trouble.

“Baekhyun!” She cries loudly, wailing with tears and snot running down her face. This time, Baekhyun lets her cries.

“I’m so glad- I-I thought… oh my God, I thought I’m g-going to be a m-mother!!!” She wails loudly, hugging Baekhyun so tight that it hurts but no one is releasing one another. Baekhyun nods excitedly. “I’m so glad it works out for you, Jongdae. I’m sure you haven’t gotten your period because of your hormone problems, not because of this.”

“I’m so glad, my God.” Jongdae breathes loudly.

Baekhyun leans away. “Now, what do you think of talking to Minseok?”

Jongdae’s smile drops from her face. “I don’t want to.”

“What? Why?”

“He is a bastard. He is taking me for granted. He just wants to fuck me. I… I love him but it’s useless when he doesn’t love me back.”

“He didn’t say that he didn’t love you—”

“He didn’t say that he loved me either! I’ve been with him since we were kids, Baekhyun! Never once had he shown me the attention I longed for! He only considered me as a little sister and he only accepted my confession because he felt bad to me!!” Jongdae shouts.

Baekhyun flinches at the tone. She feels sorry for her friend, really. Jongdae has always been the strongest and most cheerful in their group of friends. She would never have thought that Jongdae would be having so many insecurities in her head.

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to talk to him soon. Okay, calm down, baby.” Baekhyun coos, thumbing the tears away. Jongdae hiccups, nodding eagerly.

“How about you go to my room and sleep in my bed for a while? And no more crying, okay?” She suggests, in which Jongdae answers with a nod. Baekhyun helps her up from the cold bathroom tiles, helping her upstrairs, and helping her lay down on the bed. After making sure that Jongdae doesn’t need her help for now, Baekhyun goes back downstairs to clean up the mess.

If her mother sees all those test kits… oh, Baekhyun shivers in fear. Who knows what a mother would do.

She grabs a garbage bag and puts all of them into it, tying it tightly before throwing the bag into the dumpster. Once over, she slumps back to the couch with a sigh.

Poor Jongdae.

It’s not like Baekhyun is siding to her friend, but Minseok oppa is… less affectionate. She rarely sees Minseok taking Jongdae out for a romantic date. He rarely gives her a surprise or pulls any romantic tricks. Minseok is one complicated man and Baekhyun is actually amazed that Jongdae can keep up with his act, considering her need for attention.

Jongdae’s family is a bit strict about girls. Most especially her mother. Jongdae’s mother actually doesn’t like how she is in a relationship with Minseok. She likes Minseok, considering that their family have been neighbors and good friends for years, but she wishes Jongdae to be with another man, someone who is maybe more successful, already working, and all that drama.

Her mother has never liked it whenever Jongdae is cuddling to Minseok in front of her eyes. Jongdae being Jongdae, she loves attention and she makes sure that she is cuddling everywhere else than her own house to avoid the scolding.

Baekhyun understands where Jongdae’s mother’s worry is coming from, but she also understands Jongdae’s constant need of attention from Minseok. Baekhyun also understands that Minseok is a man who is actually having difficulties in expressing his affection.

Oh, teenage drama.

“I’m certainly not ready for this shit.” She mutters under her breath, burying herself deeper into the couch.





There is a knock on the door and Baekhyun flinches in surprise, almost falling asleep. Who?

“Hey.” It’s Chanyeol and he is finally back. Baekhyun smiles and greets him with a soft kiss, tiptoeing to reach him. Chanyeol laughs softly and wraps his arms around her torso to keep her up.

“Did you miss me?” He mutters against her mouth, smiling. Baekhyun nods. “Very.”

She drags him past the door and he catches the sight of Jongdae’s heels.

“Someone’s over?” He asks, blinking his wide pretty eyes. Baekhyun sighs. “It’s only Jongdae and she is currently napping in my room.”

“Napping? Why?”

Chanyeol sits on the couch and Baekhyun is quick to stuff herself on his side, with his arm lounging loosely on her hip.

“She had a fight with Minseok and came crying to me. It was a mess, I was actually glad that I was home all day. If not, then I wouldn’t know whom she would cry to.”

“Fight? What happened?” Chanyeol asks worriedly. Baekhyun looks up, caressing his jaw. “It’s complicated… and kind of girls’ problem. I will tell you about it later if Jongdae allows me, okay?”

“Yeah, you don’t have to tell me if it’s sensitive.” Chanyeol leans down to peck her nose.

“So, what were you doing in your grandparents’ house?” She asks. Chanyeol grunts. “It was kind of boring, you know. My grandma wanted to redecorate the attic and I was the only available grandson so I had to help. Here, I smell like sweats.”

Baekhyun sniffs on his neck. “You smell good to me.” She mutters jokingly, snuggling into the skin. Chanyeol breaks out into a soft laugh. “Are you mocking me?”

“No,” she tightens her hold around his waist, “you just smell really, really good.” She mutters, pecking his neck a few times.

Chanyeol is staring with his eyebrows furrowed teasingly. “Are you tempting me, girlfriend?”

Baekhyun grins innocently. “I might be.”

He shakes his head in amusement before stealing her lips into a kiss. Baekhyun smiles against his mouth, breaking into a giggle when he hoists her up to his lap. She holds onto his head with her palms, fingers gently scratching his short hair. She can hear him groaning softly as she does that and his hands land onto her hipbones, squeezing.

“Your friend’s upstairs, Baekhyun.” He warns when her hands slither down to playfully caress his taut stomach.

“Nah, Jongdae’s sleeping.”

“Not anymore.” Jongdae’s voice is heard and the both of them flinch apart, finding Jongdae smiling amusedly by the end of the stairs.

“Jongdae! You are awake?” Baekhyun exclaims in surprise, slipping out of Chanyeol’s lap. Chanyeol gives Jongdae a wave with his hand to greet her, in which Jongdae gives him a salute. It seems like she is doing better.

“Don’t mean to disturb your time with your lover boy, Baekhyun, sorry.” She shrugs.

Baekhyun waves it off. “What do you want to do right now?”

“I think I will just go back home.” She says, smoothing her unruly hair. Baekhyun steps closer, “Are you feeling okay right now?”

“Yeah,” Jongdae says softly, “if it’s not too late yet, I think I will just go to the clinic to check it in case, you know, those don’t work properly. But I think those kits were alright. I have a good hunch of it.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Baekhyun asks. Jongdae shakes her head, reaching to pat Baekhyun’s cheek. “I can do this alone. I need to do this alone, Baekhyun. I need some time to think too.”

“Promise me to call me if you need any help?” Baekhyun mutters. Jongdae hums, reaching to hug her. “Yeah, promise. Thanks, Bee. You are my life saver today.”

Baekhyun huffs, “When am I not?” She grumbles, hugging Jongdae back just as tight.

When Jongdae steps closer to the door, Chanyeol says, “Hey, Jongdae. Even though I don’t know what the problem is, but I hope you are feeling okay. I’m here to support you too, just in case.” He shrugs, smiling.

Jongdae smirks. “Thanks, Chanyeol. You are one good man, Baekhyun doesn’t deserve you.”

“Hey!” Baekhyun crosses her arms in front of her chest, her cheeks puffed. Chanyeol laughs and pulls her closer, kissing her head. Jongdae rolls her eyes at his cheesiness. “I’m going now, Baekhyun!”

“Call me when you are there!”

Jongdae waves her bye before walking away. Baekhyun stares until she is sure Jongdae is inside a cab she hails, before she gets back into her house.

Chanyeol is standing there with a soft smile. Baekhyun grins, “Before Jongdae interrupted, where were we?” She pulls him down to the couch to kiss him again. Chanyeol chokes out a soft laugh, “She is going to call you anytime soon.”

“Not yet. We can use this moment for now.” Baekhyun grumbles before kissing his lips deeper and deeper. Chanyeol’s laugh is muffled from how Baekhyun is pressing herself into him and he gives up trying to resist her, his hands pulling her closer by her hips.









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A/N: Hmmmmmmm...? Any opinion about Minseok? Haha, I could finally let out this plan for xiuchen, it's been so long! >_< Hope you enjoy this chapter, thanks for reading! ^-^