#bh;con

Leif was taking in the scenery of the park while sitting on a bench, for once it wasn’t too hot for him to go out, the poor boy couldn’t stand anything too warm for his liking. He had nothing in particular to do and didn’t feel like staying cooped up at home. Watching as the trees danced in the slight wind, the leaves rustle and the flower bushes sway. Out of the blue the male looked down at his hand planted on the bench, a rather large spider creeping closer to him. Far too afraid to make any sudden movements, all Leif could do was send a stern warning to the insect. “Crawl on me you fucking parasite and I’m gonna take you out.”

Leif hated spiders wish a burning passion.

It was no longer a rarity for Baekhyun to go outside from time to time, to take a stroll and admire the summer greenery. Whereas a few weeks ago he would have much preferred to coop himself up inside of his crummy apartment, a boost in his mood from recent events had made him all the more willing to go out and experience the world outside of his home. Today was one of those days, and though he had no schedules obligating him to be out, on a sudden impulse he had chosen to go out for the afternoon.

Worn-out sneakers progressed against the paved walkway with the occasional skid, childhood habits causing him to put extra effort into making sure that his foot did not land on a single crack. For the most part, he remained completely oblivious to a majority of the things surrounding him. That was, until he heard a sudden threat that piqued his curiosity. He came to a stop, and peered over his shoulder to look in the direction of where the proverbial venom had been spat. Squinting, he was quick to notice a fairly large arachnid crawling towards the hand of a stranger who obviously wasn't too pleased by its presence.

One of Baekhyun's biggest weaknesses was that he was too sympathetic toward living things, human and non, and while he despised spiders (quite honestly they gave him the creeps), not once had he ever been able to bring himself to kill one. With this in mind, it was no surprise that his first instinct was to do something to prevent the spider' from being, as the unknown occupant of the bench had said, "taken out."

His face lit up at the other's response, eyes disappearing into thin crescents as a fit of timid laughter escaped him. "Ah, hyung..."

The male that stood before him was honestly anything but unattractive. From his pronounced cupid’s bow to his slender figure to his eyes - those eyes that seemed to house the whole world, all of its promises and dreams - there was no doubt that this man was, well, to say the least, lucky when it comes to genes and DNA. Obviously, that’s not something he could say to this man, at least in those exact words. Throughout the course of his analyzing the other, Lu Han found himself staring and running his tongue along his lower lip, making the idea that he was absolutely checking the other out rather conspicuous. The only thing that shook him from his practically dazed state was the husky, yet gentle voice of the male standing before him. "Don’t look at me like that." As a result, Lu Han shook his head as if physically bringing himself back to reality. With a chuckle and a subtle shrug of his shoulders, he apologized. "Sorry about that, sir. It’s not exactly polite to stare, is it?" He leaned forward slightly, tapping the other’s shoulder almost playfully. "However, you should be proud. Or your parents should be, maybe. You’re pretty damn good-looking, if that’s not too bold of me to say."

It was not like Baekhyun to so bluntly request for one to stop doing something that made him uncomfortable--usually a subtle insinuation was more his thing. But the day had been long and tiring, and had left him a bit more on the irritable side than what was normal for him. It had not been too long since he'd stepped off stage to the sound of polite applause and made his way over to the bar to request a glass of water, but he had felt the stranger's eyes on him for quite some time before that. He side-eyed the male as he thanked the bartender for his drink--the bartender only making a comment on how odd it was of him to ask for water at a bar--but then pretended not to notice. No one was looking at him anymore, he told himself with a firm nod. Ample thighs pressed together as he crossed his leg, sitting comfortably on the stool as he gazed ahead at the next entertainer stepping on stage. Taking a sip from his glass, he wondered what the woman had in store for the mostly intoxicated consumers that filled the numerous tables. His lips pursed. He could still feel that stranger's gaze. His cheeks burned as he turned in his seat, finally facing the male, just in time to catch the way that he licked his lips, and his brows furrowed a bit at the sight. When he spoke his voice did not come out nearly as firm as he would have liked it to.

Baekhyun, I’ve been gone so often that sometimes I can hardly remember what you sound like or look like. These days all I can hear is the heavy thud of club music. It’s not home, nor what I want. I’m so sorry for being gone, and even more, I’m sorry for worrying you. There’s nothing that I want more than to be able to say this to your face, but we both know that probably won’t happen.

I did have a purpose in writing this, just so you know. It’s more of an apology. If I disappear again, I’d have so many things to tell you. I’d have so many regrets and with that on my mind, this couldn’t go unwritten. To put it simply, I’m quite smitten with you. No, maybe more than that. I adore you. I like you. I don’t know how I’m expecting you to respond, but… I can only hope that you feel the same.

I’m sorry to spring this on you and… I hope that this doesn’t keep you from stopping by soon. I miss you so much. I’m sorry.

After a long night of work, Baekhyun trudged through the hallway of his apartment building, lugging his guitar over his shoulder as he staggered sleepily towards his door. In his sleepy state, he walked too far, and straight into the door to his apartment. He stumbled back, rubbing his forehead, and his gaze landed on a note that had been taped to the door. He pulled the note off and stepped inside, lowering his guitar to the floor and closing the door with his back. His eyes flicker back and forth as he takes in each word, brows knitted together in curiosity and concern. Why had Chanyeol left him a letter? Where had he been?

"Are you going for a suicide mission?"

He smiles then with hands tucked safely into his pockets, lips puckered up a bit, “If that’s the case then why not let a bit of thrill set in your heart and make you fire up to get a taste of how sweet death can be— that sounded suicidal.” A hand fiddles with the sleeves to his hoodie and he looks up at the other male in front of him.

"Apologies.. mm ‘course the offer stands. Would you like to go now? We just need to catch a bus or go back to my place to get my car. Or, if you have a ride that’s much better." — "Or did you mean at a later time?"

" 'course not." Baekhyun answered with a scrunch of his nose. Brows shot up in curiosity--and slight concern--as the other continued. Though his words did come across as somewhat suicidal, he decided neither to agree nor disagree to that statement, and instead focused on the legitimate answer to the question he had asked. 

kimxmiyun said: Miyun’s gaze was on him but not his eyes. “No. Go talk to her, nobody is stopping you.”