The sound of the door opening is too loud to Baekhyun's ears, and a shiver runs down his spine when he hears it close. He feels the presence of another person and he sucks in a deep breath as the bed dips to occupy Chanyeol's added weight.

"What's wrong?"

Baekhyun whimpers as he feels arms circle around his waist, pulling him closer to the warm body.

"Clothes," he breathes out. "Please. I'm cold."

Baekhyun feels Chanyeol nod. He feels a kiss being pressed to his forehead and then Chanyeol's standing up. 23 breaths later, Chanyeol comes back and Baekhyun feels the fabric of clothes slipping against his skin. The cool metal clinging to his foot is removed, and then he's fully dressed.

He reaches up and tugs at the blindfold, and it comes off after a few moments of Chanyeol fumbling with it. When his eyes are free of the restraint, Baekhyun blinks and looks at the man in front of him.

"Yeol, why are you doing this?"

Chanyeol flinched, as if Baekhyun's question hurt him. He sagged and then he was holding Baekhyun's small body in his arms as support.

"I'm sorry, Baek. It's the only way."

"Please, just eat already."

Baekhyun ignores Chanyeol's plea, giving him a blank stare.

"Really, Baekhyun? Are you really going to make this hard on us? Do you want me to get you an I.V tube or something? Do you want me to force feed you?"

Baekhyun knows that Chanyeol would do that, could do it if he wanted to. The Bestseller stamp on each of Chanyeol's books wasn't just there to flaunt or to attract readers. It was there because Park Chanyeol was nothing short of a bestselling author. He certainly has enough money to do that for Baekhyun.

"I want you to take these off," the smaller male replies. He tugs at the cuff attached to one of his wrists, another around one of his ankles. The chains were long enough for him to move around, but not enough to leave the bed.

"I can't do that."

"Why the fuck not?" Baekhyun spits back, reaching out his unrestrained hand to pull Chanyeol's face so the other couldn't look away. "Why can't you?"

"Because I can't have you leaving me again."

Baekhyun's hand slips down to Chanyeol's neck, nails leaving angry red marks on purpose, but Chanyeol doesn't seem to care, even leaning into Baekhyun's touch.

"You can't do that to me again. You won't ever leave me again, Baekhyun."

After the first few weeks, Baekhyun gave up on counting and keeping track of the days that he spent captive in Chanyeol's room. His life became a cycle of eating, sleeping, and Chanyeol letting him go to the bathroom when he needed to, with the taller male guarding outside the door. At nights, he would feel Chanyeol slip under the covers and sleep next to him.

Chanyeol didn't have to leave the house, either. He was working on a new book and was spoiled by his editor, letting him stay indoors for the sake of "being at peace" during his brainstorming and, eventually, for the writing process. Baekhyun wonders if Do Kyungsoo would ever pay them a visit and see Baekhyun's current state.

Today was one of those days that Chanyeol would work on his book in the presence of Baekhyun, the latter knowing that this comforted Chanyeol. He always wrote better when Baekhyun is there.

"What are you writing about this time?" Baekhyun asks, breaking the silence between them.

Chanyeol almost looks startled, and maybe he really is. Baekhyun couldn't blame him, though, because he himself was surprised that he was able to calmly ask such a casual question given their situation.

"The usual," Chanyeol answers. "Romance with a sad twist."

At that, Baekhyun chuckles, startling Chanyeol once more. "There's always a twist when it comes to your writings. Give me the plot."

Chanyeol leans back in his chair and rolls up his sleeves, up to his elbows. Baekhyun doesn't hide how he stares at those exposed forearms, watching the way the muscles rippled under the skin when Chanyeol moved.

"Character B is a doctor, Character C is sick with a degenerative disease, B's some sort of melancholic person because he thinks that he's turned heartless after years of being a doctor, C's trying to keep his 'happy' image going," Chanyeol says, twirling a pen between his fingers. "B realizes that he wants C to live more than anything but C still dies so yeah, poor them."

Baekhyun notes how Chanyeol still refuses to use the traditional A and B naming.

"Wait, B's a doctor? Are you going for some sort of forbidden romance here?"

Chanyeol types down something on his laptop before answering. "That's my problem right now. I don't really know if I still want B to be a doctor, or maybe just another patient with a different problem. All this researching on medical stuff is slowing me down from coming up with the initial draft and Kyungsoo isn't really happy."

"Sometimes, the easier way is better," Baekhyun tells him. "And don't overwork your brain too much; I can already see it shrinking."

Chanyeol laughs, the sound coming off a bit strained to Baekhyun. He wonders how something that was so natural for them before became something tense, and then carded a hand through his hair and was reminded of the cuffs that held him down to that bed.

"Will I be in there?"

Chanyeol smiles, one that actually looks like one of his genuine smiles. "You're always in my books, Baek. One way or another."

Baekhyun already knew that but he can't help but give the giant an answering smile, albeit a significantly smaller one.

The reason why Baekhyun isn't as scared as he's supposed to be is because Chanyeol hasn't done anything to him since he chained Baekhyun down.

Baekhyun would fall asleep to the sound of Chanyeol typing on his laptop, wake up after a few hours with Chanyeol's arm around his waist, and then when he woke up in the morning Chanyeol would be gone from the bed, the telltale smell of bacon and eggs cooking in the kitchen giving his location away.

Today, Chanyeol won't be staying with him for the night.

"I'll be noisy," the giant says, already on his way to the door.

"What if I need to pee?"

Chanyeol does a pause, his hand halfway to the door already. "Just holler?"

Baekhyun gives him a hard stare, and something flashes in Chanyeol's eyes before he sighs and puts down his laptop. He retrieves a key from his pocket and removes the chains around Baekhyun's wrist and ankle. He leaves without saying anything.

A couple of minutes pass before Baekhyun stands up and tries the door. When he turns the knob, he almost chuckles. Of course Chanyeol locked it.

He returns to the bed, staring up the ceiling and listening to the clock ticking on the wall. He looks at the cuffs placed on Chanyeol's table and groans, rolling so he was lying on his stomach.

He doesn't understand why Chanyeol wouldn't touch him, when he had Baekhyun literally tied down to a bed. Baekhyun doesn't know if it's because the taller male was being cautious of scaring Baekhyun more and really ruining their relationship, or if it's because their relationship was ruined to the point that they couldn't go past the level of intimacy that was Chanyeol quietly slipping into bed and just sleeping next to him with an arm lightly draped around the smaller male.

Baekhyun was beyond mad that he's being held captive, and he was very much scared of the fact that Chanyeol did something like this, but months of just staying inside a room and sleeping next to each other was getting to his nerves, and he just wanted Chanyeol to actually do something.

It was like they just relapsed to how their relationship was towards the end; cold and unmoving. Dead.

Baekhyun decides that he just wants release, in many ways that Chanyeol wouldn't give him, so he lets a hand slip past the garter of his shorts, alternating from palming his length to giving it fast and hard strokes.

He sucks on his fingers and doesn't moan until he lets that hand reach around his back. His breath hitches when a digit enters him, followed by another and another, until he's finger-fucking himself and had almost completely stopped his actions on his dick. He came, imagining that it was Chanyeol's fingers inside him.

One of the reasons why Baekhyun is frustrated is because Chanyeol wouldn't do anything to him.

Chanyeol was in the process of telling Baekhyun that he wanted to throw Kyungsoo off a cliff when Baekhyun reached his free leg out, lightly touching Chanyeol's crotch.

"Baek?" Chanyeol looks down at Baekhyun's foot, and then back to Baekhyun's face.

"What?"

Chanyeol lets out a shaky breath when Baekhyun's foot starts moving, going up and down his clothed member. "What are you doing?"

Baekhyun chooses to ignore the question, knowing that Chanyeol didn't really expect an answer. "Fuck me."

Chanyeol chokes out a surprised "what?"

Baekhyun puts up an apathetic front. "Have you gone deaf? I'm telling you that I'm tired of jerking off by myself and sticking my own fingers up my ass. I'm telling you that I want you to fuck me."

He almost gives up, thinking that it's a lost cause, until he feels Chanyeol steadily grow hard under his foot. He raises an eyebrow and Chanyeol looks away.

Baekhyun almost thinks that Chanyeol is cute when he does that.

"Make love to me, please. I just really need it. I need you. Make love to me."

Apparently, that was all that Chanyeol needed to hear because the next thing Baekhyun knew, he's on his back on the bed with Chanyeol looming over him, straddling his hips. Chanyeol fumbles around with his keys, trying to unlock the chains, but Baekhyun stops him.

"Leave them."

Chanyeol looks hesitant at first, which Baekhyun thinks is stupid because Chanyeol was the one who put those chains on him in the first place. Eventually, the keys are put away.

"Kiss me," Baekhyun orders. He doesn't know why he has to order this, but Chanyeol complies. A nervous peck on the lips, barely lasting more than three heartbeats, has Baekhyun remembering the first time Chanyeol kissed him.

The kiss made Baekhyun remember how it felt like to fall in love.

Chanyeol pulls back but Baekhyun threads his fingers through brown hair, eagerly pulling him in for more. The kiss is clumsy, with teeth bumping against teeth and a lot of lip biting, but neither of the two cares. When they stop, both trying to regain their breathing, Baekhyun tugs on the belt loops on Chanyeol's pants and grips the collar of his crisp shirt.

"Off with these."

Chanyeol starts with unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to a side, pants following after, while Baekhyun lets himself enjoy the show. He runs his hands up and down the planes of Chanyeol's stomach, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin under his fingertips. He smirks when he feels Chanyeol shiver.

Chanyeol moves to unbutton Baekhyun's own shirt, but the cuff attached to the older male's wrist prevents him from removing the piece of clothing. The same case happens with Baekhyun's pants and underwear, ending up pooling around one of his legs.

He spreads Baekhyun's legs apart and lowers his body down, positioning himself in between the milky limbs. Without warning, Chanyeol takes Baekhyun's length into his mouth. His eyes flutter close for a moment before he looks up and stares at the person receiving the VIP treatment.

Baekhyun almost smirks, thinking that for once, Chanyeol's the one who looks like a slut. He wraps his free leg around Chanyeol's neck and that earns him a guttural moan. He holds the brunet in place and bucks into him, face-fucking Chanyeol until he comes into the other's mouth.

"Swallow," he commands, but it proves to be unnecessary when Baekhyun sees Chanyeol swallow the load even before Baekhyun finished saying that one word. This time, he really lets out a smile. "You deserve a reward."

He tastes himself on Chanyeol's lips, on Chanyeol's tongue, and he feels oddly turned-on. Chanyeol bites down on his lips and then he tastes blood, but that still doesn't stop the kiss. What does stop the kiss is when Chanyeol pulls back, seemingly looking for something.

"Don't get anything."

"Baek, I need to prepare you—," Chanyeol gets cut off by Baekhyun pulling his hand and sucking on his fingers. He groans and watches with half-lidded eyes.

Baekhyun twirls each appendage around his mouth, thoroughly sucking on them. He removes them and guides Chanyeol's hands to his entrance, slowly pushing a finger in. Chanyeol blinks, as if he just snapped out of a trance, and takes over.

He goes at it slowly, thrusting in a single finger in a steady pace until he adds another. He switches from scissoring motions to fingering Baekhyun's tight hole.

Baekhyun almost laughs at how gentle Chanyeol was being, at how the giant was staring at him to check if Baekhyun was in pain. He doesn't because it feels too damn good that he has to screw his mouth to stop himself from howling out.

A third finger is added in and Baekhyun arches up. Chanyeol had hit that special spot inside him and Baekhyun almost comes because he had spent days thinking about this while pleasuring himself. He had spent days of jerking off and fucking himself while thinking about Chanyeol, who had just been in another room in the house (particularly the one beside the room Baekhyun occupies), quietly working by himself, or in the kitchen cooking up meals.

Baekhyun pushes him back, not wanting to come just from Chanyeol's fingers alone. "Get on with it."

Chanyeol does an almost-comical pause, before he spits on his hands and tries to lubricate his cock as best as he could. He aligns it to Baekhyun's entrance and gives the smaller male a long stare.

"Are you sure?"

Baekhyun almost cries because he is suddenly reminded of how Chanyeol had asked him the same question when they were about to have sex for first time. Instead, he holds back and just nods his head.

Like any of his other movements, Chanyeol goes in slowly, almost nervously, and gives Baekhyun enough time to get used to being stretched again. He leans down when he's filled Baekhyun completely, planting kisses on sweaty shoulders.

"Move."

Torturously slow thrusts at first, which change into steady and strong ones, coupled with kisses has Baekhyun coming, clamping his mouth shut. Chanyeol follows after picking up his pace, and he latches his mouth to Baekhyun's as he shoots streams of hot liquid into the older guy.

Once again, Baekhyun grows aware of the sound of the ticking clock but only barely because Chanyeol is breathing directly into his ears. It sends goose bumps all over his body that don't go away even when Chanyeol pulls back. He whimpers, feeling empty all of a sudden, and he hears Chanyeol chuckle.

Baekhyun finds himself not minding that they're both sweaty, and that their cum is probably drying on them by now. He feels Chanyeol encase him in an embrace from the back and, for the second time that night, he almost cries.

He almost cries because, even though he was chained up and practically kidnapped by Chanyeol, the person lying next to him and holding him as if he's something extremely precious and extremely fragile is still the same person Baekhyun came to love and eventually came to hate.

It's one of those times when Chanyeol would stare at Baekhyun with this look that just says there's something I need to know, so Baekhyun waits for it. He finishes his food and stares back at Chanyeol.

"Why did you leave? Was it because of the incident during your show? Was it something else? Please, tell me. Why did you leave?"

Baekhyun doesn't know how to answer, but he eventually decides that Chanyeol should hear the truth. "You were holding me back from the things I wanted to do."

Chanyeol's face gives away how hurt he is because of what Baekhyun said, but the latter continues. "I wanted to go to places, meet new people, and get new experiences. I wanted to sing for people, to let them hear my voice, to get discovered, but you wouldn't let me."

"Baek…" Chanyeol seems to be at lost for words, but Baekhyun isn't finished yet.

"I wanted to be free, Chanyeol. But every time I mentioned something about going away you would freak out," Baekhyun tells him, not bothering to sugarcoat anything. "Every time someone offered me and the band a gig somewhere far away, you would always have a say against it, and I would end up not taking the opportunity, shooting the offer down. Every time I got a chance, you would do something and I would be on the suffering end, and now we're here. I just wanted to be free."

"What you wanted meant me losing you," Chanyeol finally says, tears forming around his big eyes. "And I didn't want that. I just didn't want to lose you Baek, but all you wanted to do was to leave me."

There's a pregnant pause before Baekhyun says, "I was never really leaving you, Chanyeol. I would always come back to you."

Baekhyun doesn't know if he said it in a vain attempt at appeasing Chanyeol, but he regrets doing so as soon as he sees Chanyeol's face lit up, and then he's hugging Baekhyun. Baekhyun feels tears dripping on his shirt, and he regrets his decision even more.

He regrets it because it's a lie. That time when he left, he wanted nothing but to get away from Chanyeol for good, with no intentions of ever coming back.