*

Baekhyun is waiting.

The moment he presented himself at Chanyeol's house, Chanyeol hasn't said anything except for Strip and Wait in the shower.

That is why he is stark naked right now, teeth clattering not because of the chilly water falling on his back, but because of dread filling his entire system about what would happen next.

Baekhyun is scared.

He knows Chanyeol being enraged is an understatement--- because he is over than that, way too over than that. The way Chanyeol had looked at him, it was as if Baekhyun is a total stranger. He had cold eyes, full of hatred and agony, that Baekhyun felt so broken and remorseful he could drop on his knees just to ask for his forgiveness.

Baekhyun tells himself that he shouldn't cry. He should be strong, he should endure the painful punishment that deserves him because of what he has done. He should accept it all, wholeheartedly, so that Chanyeol won't inflict greater physical torture on him.

Baekhyun startles, hearing heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom. He turns the shower off and braces himself, his heart rumbling wild in his chest.

The door swings open, and Baekhyun doesn't dare to turn around and look. He keeps his head bowed low, focused on his wet, trembling feet.

"Turn around."

Baekhyun obediently turns around. He glimpses Chanyeol is fully dressed.

"You just proved yourself that you are really a bitch, a motherfucking disloyal slut," Chanyeol says in a deep voice, "I despise you. I don't want to even look at your face."

Baekhyun keeps himself at bay.

"Just fucking disappear in my life!"

A firm hand grabs his neck, shoving him hard against the bathroom wall. Baekhyun can feel his bones break on his back because of the strong impact. Fingers wrapped around his throat, he whimpers, feeling it difficult for him to breathe.

But he doesn't speak, nor raise his voice to complain.

He must take this. He deserves this.

Chanyeol never lets go of his neck when he slaps Baekhyun's face with his inhuman hand.

Slap!

"Was it good!?" Slap! "You must have liked it, don't you!?" Slap! "You asked for more, because you're a horny slut, right? So how did it feel like to be fucked by another cock?!" Slap!

Baekhyun squeezes his eyes shut, bearing the extreme pain on his already swollen face and around his bruised neck. Chanyeol grips his arm hard, flipping him around so that he faces the wall. He pushes him, smacking him against the cold, wet surface for the second time.

Baekhyun internally cries.

Spank!

He hisses in pain.

"You're a sinner." Spank! "I won't grant you any forgiveness." Spank! "You need to suffer because of disobeying me!" Spank! "Just die!"

Baekhyun is severely tortured-- he was slapped, hit, landed by a strong blow, strangled, spanked, shoved hard over and over again on the wall--- that he just wants to pass out so he can no longer feel this misery.

The physical pain, he can deal with, but the emotional torment--- all of Chanyeol's painful words are daggers piercing into his heart that can never heal.

"Look at yourself," Chanyeol says, letting out a devilish chuckle as he looks at Baekhyun's erect cock, "You're a fucking masochist. Pain pleasures you. You completely enjoy it based on how hard you are right now."

Baekhyun wants to speak, defend himself, tell that he's not enjoying it, that he feels like hell.

But he nods.

Because yes, he wants to get fucked.

"Speak."

"I-I'm... I'm," Baekhyun stutters, "Please... P-please... I-I want... P-please..."

"Please what?"

"F-fuck me... I-I want to c-come," Baekhyun says, restraining himself to just grab his hard cock and stroke himself off. He feels heavy, he wants a release. He would do anything, he would beg just for a release.

"I-I'm begging y-you... I-I want to come... I-it... It aches," Baekhyun says. "M-my cock... really... a-aches--"

All of his body parts ache, including his cock, already swelling and leaking begging to be touched.

"P-please---"

"After what you've done, bitch, you're still demanding for a fuck?" Chanyeol asks in disbelief. He lets out a laugh.

"Never."

Chanyeol loosens his necktie and pulls it, gripping it firmly and shoving Baekhyun again against the wall with force. Whimpering, Baekhyun internally screams in utmost hurt when the other male seized his cock inside his metal fist, wrapping the tie around the base of his erection. Chanyeol wounds the tie tightly like a cock ring for Baekhyun to deny his orgasm.

Baekhyun feels the blood on his groin pounding, it fucking aches so much it feels like exploding.

Chanyeol takes off his belt, and hastily wraps the long leather material around's Baekhyun's neck--- chocking him to death.

Baekhyun's eyes widen in fear.

"N-no... P-please, no... No! Chanyeol-sunbae---"

Chanyeol doesn't hear him, he is blinded with abominable anger, his eyes are pitch black. He pulls the belt mercilessly, locking it in place fitted around Baekhyun's small throat. Baekhyun feels his lungs constrict, tightly breathing without air, as he screams out loud and tries to get away.

"Just die!"

"NO---"

His heartbeat stops.

"Chanyeol-sunbae!"

Everything goes black.

Baekhyun gasps.

And he opens his eyes.

He touches his neck as he breathes hard, sweating coldly all over while he grips his sheets tight with his fists.

He is shaking.

He holds his chest and calms his heart as he coughs, as if he is choking to death for real. Looking around amidst the dark, he blindly searches for the night lamp beside his bed and flicks it on.

Baekhyun closes his eyes again.

But he couldn't sleep anymore.

*

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"About what?"

"That picture is all over the school's website," Jongin says as he looks down at his book which he is actually not reading, "Rumors are spreading that Baekhyun is fucking both the President and the former President."

Sehun doesn't answer.

"...and he couldn't go to school because of that."

It is quiet in the library. There are only few students vacating the place at this hour. Jongin lets out a downcast sigh as he leans his forehead on top of his opened book.

"I know... It's all my fault that the school now hates Baekhyun," Sehun mutters, "It's also my fault for ruining the image of the Student Council."

"I didn't know," Jongin starts carefully, "that you feel that way with Baekhyun..."

Silence fills both males, and it is oddly comfortable but doesn't help in the situation a bit.

"We've just known each other for a year anyway," Jongin says, "maybe that's why I didn't know. But still... I feel like I know nothing. We're like, always together everyday. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you know."

"That you have feelings for him?"

Sehun nods.

"Oh my god," Jongin mutters in shock, "Fuck! So it's true!? Oh Sehun! Did you know what you've just got yourself into? You're in deep shit. I'm getting scared for your life."

"What could I do... I just love him since we were eight."

"But still, you know Baekhyun is Chanyeol's property... They have... this unconventional relationship that the two of them could only understand," Jongin says slowly as he clears his throat, "Like... like what Kyungsoo, Luhan and I have."

Sehun flips the next page of the book.

"He already knew, didn't he?" Sehun asks, "Park Chanyeol. He has seen the picture."

"Luhan told me that he was with Chanyeol-sunbae that time. They both received the message yesterday. So yes, he already saw it."

Sehun feels more heartbroken.

"He must be hunting you down right now," Jongin says, "I'm also worried... about what would happen to Baekhyun."

"I'm such... a terrible person," Sehun answers anyway, looking at a distance blankly, "Even though.... I wanted to do that for a long time... I still.... shouldn't have done that... I still should've held back longer."

"It must be hard for you," Jongin says to his friend. He wants to tap him on the shoulder to comfort him, but doesn't do it anyway. "I'm sorry..."

"All I want is for Baekhyun to be happy... I don't have any intention to take Baekhyun away from him. I don't want to ruin them," Sehun says, "Though it fucking hurts so much, I am willing to let go..."

"Do you think it would be that easy?"

"Yeah," Sehun lies, smiling a little, "That is what I've been actually doing for a long time."

Jongin shakes his head.

"I can't believe you're such a fucking idiot," he mutters, crossing his arms as he leans on the table, "loving someone who can't love you back."

"I understand... that you can't understand," Sehun says in a low voice, "since you didn't know how it feels like to be always the second choice."

Jongin pauses for a while, allowing himself to sink in Sehun's words into his brain. Staring at him with his book long forgotten, he frowns and gives Sehun a kick under the table.

"What was that for?" Sehun annoyingly blurts out.

"Hey, now I realize how lucky I am," Jongin says, "So I am thinking about giving you one."

"What?"

"Well. Luhan is kind of bitchy sometimes but he is actually a sweet and clingy boyfriend," Jongin giggles, and Sehun all the more raises his eyebrows in disbelief, "Kyungsoo, on the other hand, is a legit spawn of satan. But he is honestly a super caring lover."

Sehun just stares.

"Pick one. Luhan or Kyungsoo?"

"Why the fuck are you telling me this right now?" Sehun asks, stifling himself not to laugh out loud, "Are you fucking insane?"

Jongin smiles, seeing Sehun smiling as well.

"This is a one-time opportunity, okay?" he says jokingly, "Now, pick one! Who do you want to have?"

"Uh, between those two?"

"Yeah," Jongin says, chuckling, "Fuck, if they knew I'm selling them off to you, I'd be dead meat."

Sehun thinks for a while.

"I'd rather pick... Uh."

Jongin is waiting. "Yeah?"

"I'd rather pick--- Can I just pick you?"

Jongin raises an eyebrow.

"Dude. What the fuck. I'm not into you."

"I can be your third boyfriend?"

"Fuck off. I'm cringing."

"Just kidding," Sehun says, letting out a hearty laugh. "I won't pick someone, though. I'd still choose Baekhyun."

"Still Baekhyun?"

"Yes. Thank you for making me laugh by the way."

Jongin shakes his head, giving Sehun a judging glare.

"You know what. You better fuck yourself because you would die a virgin."

"I'd become a monk then."

"Seriously though, what are you going to do now?" Jongin asks as he gives the other male a worried look.

"I'll find out who's behind all of this," Sehun says, clenching his fist, "It must be someone who has a grudge on me or something..."

"You have... any idea who it is?"

Sehun doesn't reply, but he gets a tiny inkling in his mind when Jongin mentioned it.

*

Baekhyun decides he must talk to Chanyeol and explain it to him before it gets too late.

He ditched school today--- the rumors are widely spread anyway, and it won't get things any better for him. People are always like that, this is their true nature. The ones who admired and looked up to him before, were also the ones who invented up lies to make him look like a terrible, disgusting person.

Baekhyun already knows the school body had known the student council's secret. No one dared to speak of it because Chanyeol was the President--- everyone looked up to him, including Baekhyun himself, with great respect and fear.

But when it was Sehun's tenure, the tables were turned in a positive way--- there are new sets of Student Council members who are enthusiastic and hardworking, but completely oblivious of what has happened in the previous term. Everyone is heedless except for Sehun, that is.

That picture, Baekhyun knows, is taken by one of them.

With couraged heart, Baekhyun goes to the university Chanyeol is attending in hopes to find him and finally talk to him. Any single call nor message he hasn't received within 48 hours, so Baekhyun wants to know if Chanyeol has already decided to cut ties with him.

Baekhyun won't be able to take the pain if that certainly happens.

Entering the school premises, he sticks out like a sore thumb--- he is the only one wearing a high school uniform as if he is a lost kid in the sea of college students. Looking around, he suddenly spots two familiar faces among the crowd, and his heart leaped in joy as he waved and called their names.

"Minseok-hyung! Luhan-hyung!"

Instead of usual smiles, Baekhyun is greeted with surprised faces as Minseok and Luhan approach him from a distance. Minseok looks around warily while Luhan holds his arm.

"L-luhan hyung!" Baekhyun gasps, "Minseok-hyung, hello! I was just wondering if you have you seen---"

"Baekhyun, what are you doing here?" Minseok asks, "Why aren't you in school at this hour?"

"Don't tell me you fucking cut classes?" Luhan asks.

Baekhyun tears his gaze away.

"I just wanted to talk to Chanyeol-sunbae..."

Minseok and Luhan exchange worried looks.

"I want to explain things to him. I know you've already seen the picture, but that doesn't mean anything," Baekhyun says, "If he's going to punish me, I will accept it wholeheartedly. So please.... Can you tell me where he is right now?"

"No," Luhan says firmly, "You better go home and not talk to him."

"He's right," Minseok says, "We'll just relay your message. Go home, Baekhyun. Take some rest."

"Why? Why won't you let me talk to him?"

"It's for your own good. Keep distance for now."

Instead of feeling lighthearted, Baekhyun feels angry instead.

"If you are worrying about me, then you don't have to. I can handle myself," Baekhyun says, "I'm going to find him."

"Baekhyun," Luhan says, gripping Baekhyun's arm, "Listen to me. You wouldn't want to see Chanyeol right now."

"I want to see Chanyeol," Baekhyun says back, shrugging off Luhan's hand, "I want to talk to Chanyeol."

Baekhyun runs away, and both Luhan and Minseok have the urge to chase after him but didn't act upon it.

Baekhyun's already gone.

*

Sehun is right.

It was him.

It was fucking definitely him.

"I know right?" a voice says, and it echoes inside the bathroom that Sehun wants to just pounce on him because of anger.

"You know what, that son of a bitch still has the fucking audacity to show his face at school after the picture broke out," a laugh, "Baekhyun must be crying his ass out right now... Poor boy."

[Hey. Why would you do that to Baekhyun, though. Let the President suffer alone since he's a fucking douche.]

Sehun clenches his fist. Fuck you, bastard. Fucking traitor.

"If I cannot have Baekhyun then they should both suffer in shame. Both of them are losers anyway."

[You sent it to Park Chanyeol too? And the previous student council?]

"Of course, so that they'd know how Baekhyun and Sehun had cheated on Chanyeol. What a fucking drama."

[You're fucking crazy, Taewoo. I'll talk to you later at the council office.]

"Laters," Taewoo says, and before he could pocket his phone, he was already strongly shoved against the wall while firm hands grabbed his collar.

His eyes widen in surprise.

"It was you," Sehun mutters in rage, "Why the fuck would you do that behind my back!!? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?"

"Get your hands off me!"

"You son of a bitch, fuck you! You're a traitor. I trusted you!" Sehun yells, hands trembling as he lifts Taewoo up.

"What? Are you gonna beat me up?" Taewoo says sarcastically, "Fine then! Go on, so that the school would know how the President beat up an innocent student like me!"

"Why the fuck are you doing this!?" Sehun says, "Baekhyun and I treated you as a friend... I can't believe you did this. You're gonna fucking pay for what you've done!"

Taewoo laughs.

"You're a pathetic, piece of shit," he says as he struggles from Sehun's grasp, "The school will kick you out for the damage you've caused to the Student Council. You'll be expelled before graduation."

"That won't fucking happen," Sehun swears, "I'll make sure of that."

"How? You won't land a punch on me. You can't even hurt a fly---"

Sehun punched him on the face, drawing blood on the other male's lips. Not contended, he grabs him by the collar and kicks him hard on the gut. Taewoo wheezes and falls on the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You don't fucking know what I can do," Sehun threats, "You and Jisoo are out of the Student Council so don't show your faces in front of me again."

Taewoo coughs, watching Sehun's disappearing back as he curses profanities to himself.

*

"Chanyeol-sunbae!!!" Baekhyun yells on top of his lungs when he finally sees Chanyeol from a distance, coming out and heading to his car.

Baekhyun waited for three hours at the university parking lot, patiently anticipating for Chanyeol in a corner since he couldn't enter the school gates anymore.

"I-I'm here! Chanyeol-sunbae!"

Chanyeol doesn't turn around--- he is just walking straight as if he hasn't heard anything. Baekhyun runs as fast as he can, chasing after Chanyeol and matching his large steps with his tiny ones.

"CHANYEOL-SUNBAE!" Baekhyun shouts.

Chanyeol stops only to open the door of his car.

And that is when Baekhyun realizes Chanyeol is wearing earphones, as well as a pair of black sunglasses, as though distancing himself from the world with a nonchalant aura.

He looks so damn good and handsome like that, but Baekhyun knows this is not the right time to ogle at Chanyeol's appearance.

"Chanyeol-sunbae! Wait!" Baekhyun yells as he runs in haste until he reaches Chanyeol's car. "Please! Don't go!"

But Chanyeol has already got on inside the vehicle. The car drives away, leaving Baekhyun panting, hands on his bent knees.

Baekhyun catches for his breath.

"Chanyeol-sunbae!!!" he calls his name for the last time. "STOP THE CAR!!!"

Silence.

Baekhyun never gives up.

He calls his name again.

"Chanyeol!!!"

*

To be continued.