Chanyeol:

He's completely right about being tired. By the time we get to his place he is fast asleep in my passenger seat.

I try to speak quietly, shaking his shoulder just a bit, "Baekhyun? Bae? You're home."

"Wha- what's that?" He stammers as he swipes at my hand.

"Come on, big guy, let me help you inside." I flip off the engine of my car and open the door, making my way to the passenger side of the car. Ever so lightly, I pull open the passenger door and Baekhyun falls, only barely conscious, into my quick embrace. He really is a petite little thing. At least, compared to me. 'The tallest and the smallest. We make quite the pair.' I think to myself

He lands, just so, in my arms until his head is resting softly against my shoulder. He's taking slow, even breaths, now fast asleep.

'How to do this?' I think to myself. I have been to Baekhyun's apartment before, of course I have, but that doesn't mean I've been afforded a key or anything…

I carry him up two flights of stairs, my arm muscles protesting the entire way. I then follow a long hallway to Apt 306.

I halt just outside the door and hesitate. He is totally out, and I don't know if I will even be successful trying to wake him up anyways. I'm just going to have to look for the key myself.

First, I reach into his messenger bag, but come up with nothing. Then I shake the pockets on his jacket, but I do not hear any klinking of keys. I breathe in, slow and deep.

'God help me, I'm going to have to reach into the pocket of his jeans.' I think to myself in horror.

I close my eyes and saddle myself up for this. I'm not ready, but then again, will I ever be ready. I take my outer hand and gently feel his outside pocket. Yes! First try! And I thank God that they weren't in the pocket that is pressed up against me.

I try to clear my mind of absolutely everything. Trying to pretend I'm someone else, doing this to someONE else. But my attempts are in vain. 'So much for starting at the shallow end of the pool.' I close my eyes and reach my hand into Baekhyun's pocket, pulling his set of keys out in one lucky stroke!

Oh my good God in heaven! Baekhyun whimpers and smiles at the movement, but quickly fades back into a blank expression as he nuzzles deeper against my chest. I do my best to hold him with one arm and, after a few unsuccessful attempts, slide the correct key into the lock, turning the knob and pushing open the door with my back.

His apartment is simply and comfortably furnished, a light blue couch set up in front of a large TV and two overstuffed chairs framing the living room. His laptop is on and open on his coffee table in front of one of the chairs. The kitchen sits to my left, opposite to the living room. It is spotless, as if I had expected any different. I move further into the room, shutting the front door with my foot as quietly as I can.

On the far side of the living room-kitchen are two doors, one to my right and one straight ahead. I'm working on instinct and so I push the door straight ahead of me slightly open and… LUCK! I see a large bed with a thick blue duvet covering it.

'Almost there,' I think to myself with relief. I use one hand to turn down the blankets and gently lay my passenger down on the left side of the bed. It's an absolutely monstrously huge bed, I can't believe he sleeps in it all alone. Does he? I shake my head to banish the thought.

I smile at the peaceful look on Baekhyun's face and just can't help but risk one more touch before I go. I reach out slowly, with a shaking hand and run the back of my fingers down the side of his face, smiling at his dreamy expression. It's time for me to go, but some unknown force is holding me here. And, unaware of what I'm doing, I whisper, so low even I can barely hear it, "I love you…"

Baekhyun chooses this moment to stir for the first time since we left the car. His eyes are little slits and he says, a question on his breath, "Chanyeol?"

Before I can remove my hand from his face, he grabs it and holds it tighter than an unconscious man should be able to. He moves my fingers slowly across his face. The land on his lips; he holds them there.

My knees are so weak, I do not know how I am still on my feet. Soon enough, I'm not. I am on my knees, leaning over Baekhyun's tiny frame, my hand in his, my fingers on his lips.

He simply looks at me, somehow with both a question and an answer on his face. "Chanyeol." He speaks again, this time, no longer a question. "Stay." He says simply.

For a moment I am putty in his hands. But I shake it off quickly. He won't remember this tomorrow. "It's almost 2 o'clock in the morning. You fell asleep in my car, remember?" He can't possibly MEAN the words he's saying. He's 90% asleep and, not to mention, probably still drunk. But my body… my mind… my whole being wants him, and wants him BAD.

"You get some rest Bae. I'll pick you up at around 5 tomorrow afternoon." His eye slits close and he burrows his head into his pillow, but he doesn't release my hand. Instead he pulls it to his chest, cuddling it.

I know I shouldn't, but I risk one more touch. I break free of his handhold and use my fingers to push back his hair, and lean forward, planting the gentlest of kisses on his forehead. I stand up and fold the heavy sheets and duvet over his sleeping form.

I sit his keys on the nightstand to his left and, in my weakness, whisper simply, "Bae…" as I back out of his bedroom, shutting the door, all but a tiny crack, on my way out.

From there, I book it out of the apartment, building and down to my car where I don't even start it, but instead lay my head on the steering wheel and breathe in shaky breaths. What… just… happened…

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, I feel whole and well enough to drive myself home. All the way I am gently humming the tune to Baekhyun's Song, every once in a while singing a few lines, letting a wide smile spread across my face.