
Chanyeol grabs Baekhyun’s hands. “I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Byun Baekhyun. I’ve been waiting for you.” “You’re crazy,” Baekhyun says, resigned. “I know. But so are you.” “You’re going to make me crazy.”
Chanyeol laughs, knocking his forehead against Baekhyun’s, rain dribbling down his cheeks and chin and lips. “Is that a yes?”
“I’m going to regret this,” Baekhyun says, sighing, “but. Yes. It’s a yes.”
“Close your eyes,” Chanyeol whispers. (firestorms, and the rate of consumption)