Declaration of "IDGAF You're Mine"
Their eyes were locked for moments on end with Lay’s back pressed on the mattress. It wasn’t until the both of them heard his mom in the background that Lay took action, bent his leg, and pushed with the heel of his foot.
Suho moved back before the impact happened so he didn’t stumble back as Lay had. He grinned at the angered creature in front of him before bending down to swipe the letter back up. “Well, this was a nice morning,” he said. His hands went to his pants and began to zip and button everything up.
“Nice morning, my ass, you cocky fuck,” Lay growled, pushing himself off the bed, standing off with Suho. “Get out of my house. If I ever see you on my doorsteps again, I will break you. And get out of my life, too.”
“Rude much?” Suho laughed. He moved off to the side and walked to the door. “Get your facts straight, Lay. You dragged me into your life when you decided to go after Baekhyun. The only way you’ll able to get rid of me is if you go away.” Suho grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. “But, I’ll be going now since you don’t want me around. Don’t worry. We’ll still be ‘friends’ though.”
Lay scoffed at the sarcasm in Suho’s voice. He followed Suho out his bedroom and fixed his pants in the while. “Just get out.”
Suho, who walked in front of him, shrugged his shoulders and whistled a note. “I’m getting there. This is probably why you don’t have friends, Lay,” Suho said in a musical tone. “It’s probably because you’re kind of an a—mazing person!” Suho’s sudden change in words threw Lay off track until he saw his mom at the end of the hall.
“Suho! Leaving already?” she asked.
“Ah, yeah! I just realized that I made plans with someone to tutor them,” Suho lied. “They’re only available right now since they’re busy in the afternoon and evening, so I have to leave now! Thanks for the breakfast though! Even if I just came in your house to basically eat food, but—”
“No, that’s fine!” Lay’s mom waved him off. “Like I said, Lay doesn’t have any friends who come over, much less any ones that come bursting in during the morning for a surprise visit. Lay, walk him to the door.”
Lay’s mom smiled, nodded and turned to go to her own room. “I’ll get going now. Stop by anytime, okay?”
“Sure thing,” Suho called.
The two walked in silence to the front door. Lay almost walked into Suho, who stopped right in front of the exit. “Not gonna open the door?”
“If you want me out, you gotta force me.”
Lay gritted his teeth. “Fine.” He hastily unlocked the door and pulled it open, showing the outside world to Suho. “There.”
“I don’t feel very forced, L—”
Lay didn’t allow Suho to finish that mocking sentence. He took a hand, placed it on Suho's back, and pushed him out. It wasn’t enough though. Lay picked up a feet and kicked Suho out with much more force.
Suho wasn’t expecting the kick and tripped on the small fold of Lay’s “Welcome” mat. He fell on his knees and caught himself with his hands. He hissed when he felt the hard stone beneath him. But, Suho forgot about that feeling when his ears perked and heard the asshole behind him laugh. It wasn’t a spiteful laugh. Suho could barely believe his ears. Was that a real laugh? What?
Suho turned his head back and saw that Lay had thrown his head back and off to the side, laughing. “Find this funny, do you?”
“That’s a nice position for a bottom,” Lay shrugged.
Lay cut him off as his laughter died. “Don’t care. Get off my property already, gramps,” he said. Lay didn’t even wait for Suho to make a comeback or to make sure he was gone. He took the door and slammed it shut. Suho could hear the faint noise of Lay locking the door from the inside.
The two were silent, sitting at large dining table in an empty room. Baekhyun didn’t look at Chanyeol, who sat three seats away from him. The only reason why there was a considerable amount of distance between them was because Baekhyun chose to move away whenever Chanyeol tried to sit next to him.
Chanyeol tapped his cup of hot, molten coffee in his hand as he watched Baekhyun stare into his table’s hardwood feature. “So, when do you figure you wanna talk?” he asked roughly.
It took a moment for Chanyeol to get a reply. “I’ve been ready to talk…” Baekhyun mumbled. Now that he was fully awake—having showered, changed into new clothes courtesy of Chanyeol, and was having coffee—Baekhyun felt embarrassed to be in front of Chanyeol. He didn’t blame himself, though. This was the guy he was jumping off his seat to confess his love for a few days ago; the guy he—very enthusiastically—had sex with the night before—oh yes, Baekhyun’s memory was revived in his head. All the things that he said, moaned, and wantonly asked for was haunting him then. He wanted to die.
Chanyeol quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve been spacing out so much, you didn’t even hear me call you twice in the last five minutes, did you?”
Baekhyun blinked. Then he looked up to find Chanyeol looking at him with an intensity that made Baekhyun even be more embarrassed to be the center of Chanyeol’s attention. Isn’t this what you wanted? Baekhyun’s inner thought asked. Didn’t you want to be in the center of this idiot’s world again—shit. Not this way, no. Baekhyun pursed his lips and shook his head. “Sorry.”
Chanyeol cocked his head. “Maybe—” He pushed his chair back, held the cup by its handle, and moved closer to Baekhyun “—if you weren’t so far away, you’d hear me.”
Baekhyun leaned away, but Chanyeol took his shoulder and pulled him back, pushing him to the back of his chair. Baekhyun got the idea. Stay. “I don’t think the proximity matters with a voice like yours.”
Chanyeol shrugged. “Well, you were more like a million miles away rather than just three seats.” Moving his body around, Chanyeol got comfortable in his new seat. “Talk to me, Baek.”
“I need a question.”
Chanyeol’s eyebrows raised themselves at Baekhyun’s inability to start the conversation that they both needed to have without a question. “Alright, then.” Chanyeol thought for a moment and when something came up in his mind, he swore that it was the best question to ask. “Are you in love with me, Baek?”
If Chanyeol thought Baekhyun couldn’t frown at his table any harder, he was wrong. “Ask me an easier question.”
Chanyeol’s mouth hung open. “Fucking, Baek—that was an easy question!”
“Well, apparently not because I find it really hard to fucking answer!” Baekhyun replied, gaining his spunk back. “Damn it, Yeol! It’s too early for that!”
“Early as in ‘morning’ early, or early as in ‘relationship’ early?” Chanyeol asked, being patient with Baekhyun. “Because either way, I’ll still be waiting for an answer.”
“Wait in the rain for thirty minutes, then get back to me,” Baekhyun said, letting some bitterness slip out there. Shit…“Never mind. I’m sorry.”
Chanyeol was silent for a second. “You were going to tell me the answer to that question back then, weren’t you?” Baekhyun didn’t make an immediate reply. “Baek.”
Sighing, Baekhyun shrugged and looked off for a while before returning to look straight at Chanyeol. “Maybe.”
“Yes or no.”
“Maybe,” Baekhyun repeated, but more concrete. “Maybe I was.”
“Well, maybe,” Chanyeol said, mocking the word, “you should tell me now.” He let go of the cup and threw his arms open. “I’m here now, aren’t I? We’re here, right? Last night happened, too—and don’t pull a fucking ‘no, it didn’t’ stunt on me, because then you’re just asking for another round in this room.”
Baekhyun couldn’t keep his eyes locked in with Chanyeol’s after those words were said. “I wasn’t going to deny anything, idiot…” He sighed. “Maybe I do—love you, I mean.” When he saw a grin crawl its way on Chanyeol’s face, Baekhyun put a hand the table. “Maybe.”
“Yah!” Chanyeol tried to reach out to squeeze Baekhyun’s cheek, but Baekhyun leaned away from his reach. The giant didn’t take it into too much account, though. “When do you think you can drop the ‘maybe’ in there?”
“Maybe never,” Baekhyun said before lifting his drink to his lips and taking a sip. “Okay, question answered. Moving on.”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Do you not get the concept of having conversations, Baek, ‘cause it doesn’t involve me asking you question after question.”
Baekhyun thought about it. He nodded his head and set his drink down, folding his arms. “You’re right.” He paused. “How should I start this?”
“You can start with what happened with Sehun.”
Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a look before sighing in frustration. He was tired of saying the same thing over and over again, but the idiot obviously didn’t read that letter, so Baekhyun was going to give him some lean way. “I went outside because I wanted to be alone for a second. Then Sehun came out. We just kind of stood there against the wall like…like, I don’t know. We just were. Anyways, he asked me some stuff and then we kissed.”
“What words of romance did that brat say to seduce you into kissing him?” Chanyeol asked. His attention was fully caught by his vixen talking about lip-locking with another guy.
“Mmm, just stuff.” Baekhyun saw the look on Chanyeol’s face and knew that he either had two choices: go into more specific detail or risk being dragged back up the stairs. “He asked me if I still liked him—I think.” Baekhyun left out the part where Sehun had asked him whether or not he liked Chanyeol because since he just—technically—confessed a moment ago and Baekhyun didn’t think that it was necessary. “I said, no—well,” Baekhyun heaved a sigh, “I said that I didn’t know—”
“You told him that you didn’t?” Chanyeol looked a bit shock by that, but reminded himself that this was before that morning. “Ugh, never mind. Keep going.”
“So he asked me if I wanted ‘help’ with finding a definite answer—”
Chanyeol interrupted again by groaning. “You said yes, didn’t you!?—”
“—quit interrupting me if you want me to talk!” Baekhyun snapped. Chanyeol threw his hands in front of him. After that, Baekhyun continued. “I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no either. But, who cares. We kissed afterwards and then you came bursting out in a raging fit—”
“—What else was I supposed to be like?” Chanyeol suddenly asked. “Was I supposed to be giddy over your lips touching that brat’s behind my back?”
“You didn’t have to punch him, though!” Baekhyun said, rather calmly. “I mean, if anyone deserved to be punched, it should’ve been me!”
“Like I would ever lay a hand on you!” Chanyeol interjected.
“Quit acting like you didn’t want to punch me, too!” Baekhyun argued.
Chanyeol kept quiet for an instant. “I did, fine. I’m not going to say that I didn’t.” He leaned on the table. “But who cares. I didn’t punch you. Keep talking.”
Baekhyun eyed Chanyeol before conceding. “And so after that, I realized that I didn’t like him anymore. That’s about it.”
“It can’t be that simple,” Chanyeol said, shaking his head.
“It was,” Baekhyun retorted, throwing Chanyeol a look.
“You can’t just—okay, explain to me how you can kiss someone and just realize that you don’t like them anymore.” Chanyeol said, challenging Baekhyun.
This time, it was Baekhyun’s turn to throw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know! How does someone get a letter meant for someone else and say ‘Hey, I think I’m gonna pretend to be this person’s crush and then screw him right in the ass at a party!’?”
“Never mind how my mind works, Baek!” Chanyeol said, trying to steer the scenario away from him. “Tell me how you—”
“—While that all happened, I was thinking of you,” Baekhyun said, beating Chanyeol to the punch. He lowered his head for a minute before picking it back up, and resting it on a hand, elevated on the table. “Anymore questions? Or is it my turn to criticize your relationship with other people?”
Chanyeol glanced at the table before he nodded. “Sure. Your turn—wait. You only kissed Sehun that one time, right?”
“Mm, there was one other time that we did—” Baekhyun froze when he realized the words that escaped his mouth. The look on Chanyeol’s face indicated that he understood what Baekhyun was going to say. “I…I mean, that was—”
“Baek!” Chanyeol’s voice boomed. “Don’t you fucking dare and try to lie to me on this! We’re talking this out!”
“Argh!” Baekhyun threw his hands on his face, running them down. “It was just—ugh. It was after I saw you with that girl—Taeyeon, or whatever. ”
Chanyeol cursed. He was angry, but not so much about Sehun—which made up for fifty-one percent of his anger—but at the fact that if he hadn’t done that entire jealousy plan, then Sehun wouldn’t have had to go after him and this entire new “Yeah, we kissed” revelation wouldn’t have happened. “And?”
Shit…Chanyeol didn’t know. He waved the previous question off. “Where?”
Baekhyun looked down, clenching a hand underneath the table. “My house.”
“Okay…” Chanyeol took a breather. He asked deeper. “Specifically where?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “My room, I guess.”
Baekhyun groaned and rolled his eyes. “I mean, I’m sure.”
“Alright. Now, be more specific.”
Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a scowling look. “Are you fucking serious right now? Does it really freaking matter?”
“This is the first time I’m hearing about this!” Chanyeol argued, overreaching an arm out. “You’re really expecting me not to wonder these things!?”
“Well, I feel like I’m being interrogated!”
“You shouldn’t because this is a conversation!”
“Don’t be stupid, Yeol!” Baekhyun cried. “No, it’s not!”
“Fine! It’s not! Just give me an answer!”
“My bed,” Baekhyun said, exasperated. “On my bed, Yeol! Flat out, on my back, on my bed. There you go.”
Chanyeol groaned as he let his head fall on the table, putting his arms over it. Baekhyun watched the giant, amused. Chanyeol didn’t lift his head back up until a minute of silence passed by. “Don’t kiss him again—or anyone else, for fuck’s sake, Baek.”
Quirking his lips, Baekhyun looked into Chanyeol’s eyes and shrugged. “You can’t tell a single guy what to do.”
“You’re not single,” Chanyeol adamantly stated. “You’re never single. You never will be.”
“And who’re you to tell me what my relationship status is?” Baekhyun asked, folding his arms.
“Your boyfriend, maybe?”
Baekhyun was thrown back. “Wha—Who told you that you were my ‘boyfriend’!?” Baekhyun wanted to go die after saying that word. Embarassing…
“Me,” Chanyeol replied. “I’m self-declaring myself your boyfriend. I’m declaring you single. I’m declaring you off limits to every bastard that thinks he can just waltz in on what we have and take my place.”
“Well, you know what, Yeol!?” Baekhyun really didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m self-declaring your declarations stupid!”
Chanyeol stood up from his seat and went to stand, towering over Baekhyun. “Are you self-declaring a rejection, or are you not arguing the fact that I just made us fucking official?”
Baekhyun gritted his teeth. This was what he wanted days ago! To be with this blundering idiot-of-a-man! But—Argh, what the fuck do I say!? I should just tell him that I’m not arguing with his stupid declara—“Fuck you, Yeol...”—What just came out of my mouth?
Chanyeol grunted. He pulled Baekhyun’s chair out and pulled him off his seat, forcing him to stand up. Then, Chanyeol took Baekhyun by the shoulder. “That didn’t count as a rejection, Baek,” he said, pulling Baekhyun in for a hug.
Baekhyun didn’t know how to react since Chanyeol never really hugged him before—Baekhyun didn’t count the hug during their retreat as a “hug” since it was more like a pity hug for what happened to Tao. Instinctively, Baekhyun was going to push against him, but Chanyeol already knew this and pulled away before it could happen. Though he distanced them at arm’s length, Chanyeol kept his hold. “Stop trying to ruin this moment, you prideful bastard,” Chanyeol muttered into Baekhyun’s ear.
Baekhyun huffed. “You’re too close for comfort.”
“Nah. Compared to sex, this is nothing.”