Baekhyun sprawled his legs on Chanyeol’s as they comfortably watched the dramatic show on television. In the midst of the characters screaming, Baekhyun heaved a sigh, crossed his arms, and turned to Chanyeol. “Chanyeol, can I ask you something?”
Chanyeol’s attention was half wretched from the television screen and the drama. His full attention wasn’t fully given yet. “Yeah?”
Baekhyun paused and turned his head back to the television. “What would you do if you got a girl pregnant?” he asked. When Baekhyun lacked a response, he wondered whether or not Chanyeol heard him. “Chanyeol, did you hear me?” The look he saw on Chanyeol’s face when he glanced over was completely blank and serious.
"Why’re you asking me this?" Chanyeol asked in a hard-set tone.
Baekhyun shrugged. “I was just asking.”
"Baek, don’t fuck with me on this," Chanyeol growled, pushing Baekhyun’s legs off of him. "You’re asking me this for a reason."
"It was hypothetical!" Baekhyun cried.
Chanyeol didn’t believe it. He crawled on top of Baekhyun, trapping the guy inbetween his placed arms. The television went on in the background, but neither paid much attention to it anymore. “I swear, Baek, if you cheated on me with a fucking girl—”
"It was a hypothetical question!" Baekhyun repeated.
He saw that the anger and doubt in Chanyeol’s eyes hadn’t left. "I’m surprised you didn't make the connection yet. I was talking about that." Baekhyun’s eyes glanced to the television. "Ji Cun Xi just got Chen Xin Yi pregnant. He doesn’t even know her... I was just asking what you would do, Yeol."
"Oh…" Chanyeol looked at their position. Too embarassed, he didn't move. "Sorry."
"Yah, why would you even think I’d cheat on you that quickly?" Baekhyun asked in a slightly hurt voice.
"I assumed you were indirectly telling me you got a girl pregnant, Baek," Chanyeol said frowning. "What else was I supposed to fucking think?"
"Like I’d be stupid enough to sleep with a girl and get her pregnant," Baekhyun scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"As if you’d be sleeping with a girl—"
Baekhyun smirked. "Actually, I could sleep with a girl if I wanted to. It could happen any time soon—"
"More like never," Chanyeol corrected.
Baekhyun laughed as he rubbed his forehead. “Alright. Get up and let’s finish this drama so we can go to bed.”
Chanyeol lazily smiled as he lowered himself on Baekhyun, making sure his weight didn’t crush his lover’s body. “I don’t feel like watching it anymore. It was boring to me, anyways.”
"Fine. We won’t finish it. Let’s just go to bed."
"I don’t want to do that either," Chanyeol mumbled.
Baekhyun frowned as he raked Chanyeol’s hair. “Then what do you want to do?”
"I wanna make love to you..." Chanyeol mumbled ever so softly.
Baekhyun figured Chanyeol’s hadn’t meant for him to hear, but he heard nonetheless.
The finger twiddling stopped and Chanyeol begrudgingly shifted himself off Baekhyun. They stared at each other for a handful of fleeting seconds before Baekhyun pulled Chanyeol back down on him. “Whatever you want, Yeol. Whatever you want...” Baekhyun whispered, slanting his lips and initiating the beginning of a long night together.
"Chanyeol, don’t go on that business trip," Baekhyun asks Chanyeol softly.
Chanyeol barely looks up from his computer. “I have to Baek. It’s important.”
Baekhyun’s hands curl nervously. “Yeol, I’ll be due soon…”
"Baek, I’ll be back in time for the birth. I promise," Chanyeol says without looking up at his concerned husband.
Baekhyun’s lips tightens. “Chanyeol, please—”
"Baek," Chanyeol snaps finally, "I have to go. I have no choice—I have to get get these sponsors on board for the company! I told you I’ll be back in time to be here for you so stop badgering me!"
"Did you have to yell?" Baekhyun asks trying to mask the hurt.
"I had to or else you wouldn’t have heard me," Chanyeol says in a frustrated voice as he runs a hand through his hair. "Leave me alone right now, Baekhyun. I need to plan and this trip is stressing me."
Clenching his fists, Baekhyun grits his teeth. “You wanna talk about stress?! I’m the pregnant one! Don’t talk to me about stressful when you’re not the one pregnant with a frustrating husband!”
Chanyeol snaps his head back around. “You are pregnant, Baek, so don’t stress yourself out by yelling at me over stupid shit!”
Baekhyun had enough.
“Oh, I can’t yell at you because I’m pregnant, but you can yell at me, your pregnant husband!?” He bites his lips. “Fuck you, Park Chanyeol. Fuck you—you’re a fucking brute. I just wanted you to be here for our first child, but if a god damn business meeting’s more important then fine. Go.”
Stoic faced, Chanyeol curled his hands into fists. “Baekhyun, I told you I’ll be there when it happens.”
"Whatever, Park Chanyeol. You do what you want," Baekhyun says before he leaves Chanyeol’s work office.
Five days after Chanyeol’s departure, Baekhyun goes into early labor. Despite how they left things off, Baekhyun still wanted Chanyeol to be there, but no matter how many times he tried to call his husband all the way across an ocean, the phone was never answered.
When Chanyeol finally had the time of day to check his cell, he saw that a few international calls were made over to him. 10 of the calls came from Baekhyun’s cell, but nearly 20 came from the hospital.
He later found that Baekhyun had gone into labor. When he phoned Kai, who had also called him, he learned that Baekhyun had gone into labor crying out for him.
When Chanyeol finally returns home and rushes to the hospital, Baekhyun has tubes stuck in his arm and he has a very tired look on his face.
Baekhyun glanced up but looks away from his husband, too tired to try.
Chanyeol tries to touch Baekhyun’s arm, but Baekhyun pulls away as if he’s been touched by fire.
"Go away, Chanyeol…"
Chanyeol can’t see Baekhyun, but when he slowly turns Baekhyun’s face towards him, Chanyeol sees that his small brunet was crying.
"Go away. I don’t want you here ."
"You told me you’d be there. You promised me, Chanyeol." Baekhyun’s voice cracks. "But you weren’t—You weren’t here. I wanted you here, but you weren’t…You promised me you would, Yeol. You said…you said…"
"Chanyeol, remember the vacation we took to the Caribbean?" Baekhyun whispers as he climbs on Chanyeol’s chest in bed.
Moving his arms around Baekhyun’s waist, Chanyeol nods. “Of course, Baek… That was just a months and a half ago. How could I forget so soon?”
Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t know. You don’t have the best memory in the world. I was making sure.”
"Give your husband some credit, Baek," Chanyeol mumbles. "Now tell me what this is about."
"Remember when we made love on that trip," Baekhyun asks as he lowered his lips on Chanyeol’s.
Chuckling, Chanyeol receives his kiss. “Why? You want a redo of that night right now?” he asks as his hands drifted downwards on Baekhyun’s ass.
Grinning, Baekhyun shakes his head. “It’s not that—though that’d be nice. I have something to tell you.”
"Then spit it out before I eat you up, vixen," Chanyeol teases.
Pausing for a moment, Baekhyun takes a breath. “Yeol, remember when we talked about kids?”
Chanyeol frowns. “Yeah—Baek, what’s this about?”
"What do you think?"
"Vixen, you married an idiot. Tell me."
Baekhyun pouts his lips. “Pabo…I thought even you would get it.”
"What?" Chanyeol laughs. "Are you pregnant? Is that it?" He laughs some more until he realized that Baekhyun’s not laughing with him. "Oh my god you’re pregnant—you’re pregnant. Shit, Baek, you’re pregnant—I’m going to be a dad—Fuck, we need a college fund, Baek—Cribs and a baby room. Books we need books—Shit no, we need a doctor first. We—"
"Yeol, calm down," Baekhyun laughs as he places a kiss on Chanyeol’s lips again. "You’re hyperventilating."
“Hey, I’ve watching you. Every little thing you do.”
Baekhyun heard the weird giant, Park Chanyeol, who was from another class, singing from behind him and immediately, he wanted to die. He didn’t want to turn around. It was lunch hour and everyone in the room was enjoying their food. Baekhyun didn’t want to be the center of attention. He didn’t want the weird kid singing to him. The weird kid could just go away. Or disappear. Maybe he should stop singing.
“Every time I see you pass in my homeroom class, makes my heart beat fast.”
Baekhyun made a face. We don’t even have homeroom together!
“Baekhyun, he’s walking over here,” Luhan said, leaning in as he, along with everyone else in the room, watched as Chanyeol walked inside and started making his way over.
“He’s so weird! Why can’t he go away!?” Baekhyun whined.
“I’ve tried to page you twice. But I see you roll your eyes.”
“Because I’m not interested,” Baekhyun mouthed to Luhan, who stifled a laugh.
“Wish I could make it real, but your lips are sealed. That ain’t no big deal.”
“Oh my god…” Baekhyun whispered as he gripped his head with his hands.
The next thing he knew, a shadow casted over Luhan and him. He didn’t look up. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t. Baekhyun wanted Park Chanyeol to go away.
Park Chanyeol, please go home.
Park Chanyeol, please serenade someone else.
Park Chanyeol, please choose another person to be the center of your embarrassing affections.
Momentarily, the singing stopped. Baekhyun still refused to look up at the weird guy who’d been pursuing him religiously for weeks. He didn’t want to see that weird smile or that weird, curly and unnatural hair. The guy looked like an orange! A tall, deep-voiced orange that didn’t know when to stop.
Baekhyun took in a deep breath and decided to ignore his admirer who was standing right next to him. But when he tried to continue his conversation with Luhan, Baekhyun felt two large hands cup his face, forcing him to look up at the giant.
Then the singing resumed.
“Cause I know you really want me—”
“I hear your friends talk about me—”
“So why you trying to do without me when you got me where you want me?”
The next thing that happened was different, because, no, the Park Chanyeol didn’t roll solo. No. Right after the line was sung, Park Chanyeol brought in his friends from the lame choir club. Kyungsoo, Chen, and ten other kids from the club came bursting through the classroom door and started an entire fucking musical.
“I think you’re fine! You really blow my mind! Maybe, someday, you and me can run away!” Chanyeol lead with the members singing along and adding to the effect. “I just want you to know, I wanna be your Romeo. Hey, Juliet,” he sings.
“Hey, hey, Juliet!” Park Chanyeol’s gang of choir-lames repeated.
Baekhyun’s face turned red. He covered his face with his hands before gasping exasperatedly and standing up, surprising everyone in the room who was watching him. “Fine, okay, fine,” he said. “What do you want?”
Park Chanyeol grinned as he shrugged. “I wanna be your Romeo.”
Baekhyun studies his face for a moment before passing judgment. “What if I don’t wanna be your Juliet?”
“How can you say that when you haven’t even given me a try?”
Frowning, Baekhyun didn’t give an immediate answer. He does, however, receive a light kick on the leg from Luhan. When Baekhyun looked back, he saw the blond bobble his head in approval of Park Chanyeol before looking away as if he did no such thing.
After quickly glancing over at everyone’s face, Baekhyun stared at his weird admirer, staring him down as if hoping that it would scare away the hopeful giant. It didn’t.
“I’m prude,” he said, attempting to turn off his pursuer.
“Okay.” Chanyeol shrugs.
“I don’t like stupid things.”
“I don’t like your hair.”
“I’ll get a haircut today.”
“I hate people who don’t wear their uniforms the right way.”
“Then I’ll remember to button up all my buttons.”
Baekhyun frowned. “I’m high maintenance.”
Getting frustrated, Baekhyun slanted his lips. “I don’t like flowers. They die.”
“I’ll buy you fake ones.”
“I don’t like fake flowers either.”
“Then I won’t buy you flowers at all. I’ll buy you other gifts.”
Chanyeol’s face was still bright, and Baekhyun knew that his arguments weren’t making an impact. Finally, with nothing else to shoot, Baekhyun crossed his arms.
“I don’t date.”
For once, Chanyeol didn’t answer immediately. His smile, however, didn’t go away. He merely blinked and gave a light shrug as he stepped forward, challenging Baekhyun to do something as he purposely left about an of space inch between them.
“Then you can start with me.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to make a comeback, but people behind him started whispering things.
“Do it. Make him your Romeo.”
Why don’t you all go die, Baekhyun mentally shot.
Pressured, Baekhyun gave in. Putting his hands up, he attempted to take a step back. “Fine—Fine, I’ll go on one date with you.”
Catching Baekhyun’s hand and preventing him from creating space between them, Chanyeol smirked. Then, out of nowhere, Chanyeol pulled Baekhyun’s hand up in the air, forcing him to raise it.
“I caught him!” he loudly announced. “I finally caught Byun Baekhyun!”
Unexpectedly, the room shot out in cheers. People clapped and shouted their congratulations to the happy giant. All Baekhyun could do was look away and grumble about how pointless the victory cry was considering how the date was going to be shit anyways.
But the expectation felt flat on the weekend of their supposed “only” date. What started out with Baekhyun dragging his feet ended up with Baekhyun realizing that Chanyeol was actually a quirky funny guy and a really, really sweet kisser.
“What about him?”
“I think that he needs a bigger dog house.”
“No, Baek, he just needs to lose some weight.”
“He’s a pup, giant.”
“And you’re an overbearing dad.”
“Do you need anything else?”
“Can I take the car?”
“To buy him the house.”
“I’m going to buy it with my own money!”
“You’re not going to buy anything.”
“Stop giving me that look.”
“That look, Baekhyun.”
“Where’re you going?”
“I’m going to go call a ride.”
“Are you seriously going to call a taxi just to drive you ten miles into town?”
“…You’re right. That’s a stupid idea. I’ll walk.”
“You know, Yeol, Nugget’s gonna need some place to stay.”
“He can stay in his dog house.”
“I was thinking that maybe he could stay in our room—”
“But it’ll solve the problem.”
“I said no, Baekhyun—”
“We can be a family!”
“Baek, do you want your son to see you ride me at night?”
“Do you want him to hear you moan out my name? Or to taint his puny little eyes by seeing you spread out on the bed or against the wall—”
“Well, he’s just a dog, so technically he won’t understand what we’re doing—”
“Oh my god.”
“What’re you doing?”
“You’re going to hurt me.”
“No. Now come here.”
“Do you have it?”
“The card I gave you.”
“The credit card.”
“Oh! Yeah, I have it under my bed. Why?”
“Go get it. I’ll meet you in the living room. I have to change.”
“Oh...Are we going into town then?”
“Wipe that smile off your face. You’re spoiled as fucked.”
“Ah, but whose fault is that? Yours, my handsome lover.”
“Can you stop with that voice?”
“Do you not like it?”
“I like it in bed. However, I don’t like you using that tone.”
“What tone, love?”
“My I-Love-You tone?”
“If that’s what you call that.”
“Fine. I’m going to go get it.”
“I can see your nipples, Yeol.”
“Yeah, Baek. That's kind of what happens when you stand there and watch me take my shirt off.”
“I have the sudden urge to flick them with my tongue.”
“And I wanna dry hump your leg and grind against it.”
“Oh, Nugget. Come here. Let’s go to daddy’s room. Tall man’s changing. Don’t look. That’s dad’s man, okay. We’ll get you your own lover friend later when you’re older.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll get you a pretty girlfriend—Yah, no. Don’t lick dad right now—Oh, say bye bye to daddy Yeol.”
“Buh-bye daddy number two. Good job, Nugget.”
“Hurry up and change before I throw Nugget out the door, lock it, and pounce on you, daddy Yeol.”
“Why can’t you just do away with the dog right now and we can have a quickie?”
“Then put the dog outside.”
“Sorry, Nugget. Go back to flower boy. Dad has to take a size eight delivery. I love you, baby. Now waddle away. Waddle carefully.”
Skips and Rhythm
Chanyeol has a gift, but it wasn't one that he was eager to share.
His cock was a bit too large and people were easily scared.
So he keeps it hidden in his pants where it was safe and sound.
He only pulls it out when no one's around.
One day, he took a slight interest in the Eyeliner Queen of his class.
The brunet had everything Chanyeol could ever want.
And a perfectly symmetrical ass.
Slowly, but surely, Chanyeol introduced himself and was happy when the brunet took his hand.
"Hi, I'm Baekhyun," he said.
"And I'm your man."
Well, that's what Chanyeol wanted to say.
Byun Baekhyun was smart and Chanyeol liked listening to him sing.
The small brunet made him feel warm and made his ears ring.
Chanyeol was considered weird, so he thought he had no chance.
But then, one day while they were alone in the music room, Baekhyun took a glance...
...At his lips.
Before Chanyeol knew what was hapenning,
Byun Baekhyun had their lips clashing.
Park Chanyeol didn't object.
Quickly slipping his hand through Baekhyun's soft hair, he took the lead and slanted his head, making both of them into a wreckful mess.
In turn, Baekhyun moaned, clutching Chanyeol on the chest.
And when they finally pulled back in a breathless manner,
Baekhyun was shocked at himself and began to stutter.
"I-I didn't....That was--"
Before he could pretend like nothing happened between the two of them,
Chanyeol grabbed his head and continued to kiss him again.
After months of dating, the two of them finally found themselves alone in Chanyeol's bedroom.
Alone at last, they both felt the lustful atmosphere loom.
They started things off with a simple kiss
before shedding clothes that surely didn't go amiss.
And when Baekhyun wanted to finally take a gander at Chanyeol's cock, he took charge.
Pulling down the thin material in between him and his boyfriend's shaft, Baekhyun gasped.
"Oh my god, Yeol...You're so large."
NI Dialogues: I Love You
"I love you."
"I know you do."
"I love you lots."
"Baek, come back here—"
"Nugget needs to go pee."
"He's not even in this room. Now come here and stop making that face."
"I don't wanna be in this room anymore. It's stuffy."
"You were just hugging me from behind a second ago. You obviously had no issue with the room temperature."
"Why the sudden attitude?"
"Mad? Mad at what?"
"Wait, Baek! Don't just walk out without telling me what you want to say!"
"Quit following me, giant!"
"I'll follow you if I want—No, no, no, no! Don't you dare close that door—"
"Argh! Stop it! I'm gonna break your arm if you don't stop pushing!"
"Let me in—"
"Why you little—"
"This is my room!"
"This is my house!"
"Then I'll move out!"
"Move out my ass! Baekhyun, stop!"
"Don't you dare shut me out, Baekhyun. Now tell me what's going on."
"You never say I Love You back."
"You never say it back to me..."
"Yes I do—"
"But not recently."
"I just...I just wanted—"
"Why do you need me to say those words? Don't I already show you that I love you by the things that I do? Or by the things we do in bed?"
"Just because you have sex with me doesn't mean you love me..."
"And if you think that sex is an equivalent alternative to saying those three words back then you're wrong."
"Baek, come here..."
"No...If you think I'm fine with just the physical, then... then what makes you any different than the rest..."
"... Stop it. Don't you dare start cryin— Damn it, Baek!"
"No, I don't want you to touch me with your gigantic hands you 143-less giant!"
"There's no where to run in here, Baekhyun."
"I'm going to sue you for inadequate living space—ah!"
"Fucking hell—come here."
"Shut up. I can get up mysel—wah!"
"Let's go back to my room."
"No! I'm still angry at you!"
"You're having a tantrum. It's completely curable."
"Don't talk to me like I'm a sick patient—"
"I love you."
"You're so stup—wha?"
"I love you."
"Argh—stop it! You're trying to make me feel better!"
"I love you—"
"Stop trying to kiss me while you're carrying me, you cheesy giant! Stop!"
"I love the way you smell—"
"You like how your cum smells on me—"
"I love the way that annoying laugh of yours makes my heart ring—"
"That's just your blood pressure—"
"I love how you fit in my arms—"
"A dinosaur could fit in your arms—"
"I love the way you kiss me and I love the way your hands feel so small and delicate in mine—"
"So you like feeling superior—"
"Baek, I'm trying to be honest here and you keep interrupting."
"You're just making these things up, Yeol—"
"Just because you say it doesn't mean it's made up."
"Well I disagree—Mm! Yah!"
"I didn't give you permission to kiss me!"
"I never gave you permission to kiss me every morning and crawl your jiggly ass into my heart."
"Cheesy, Yeol. Very chees—mm! Stop! It! You—"
"Yah! St—mm! Yeol, I—"
"Say—ahhh... Say what?"
"Say you believe me when I say I love you and your annoying ass."
"But you—ah! Okay! Okay!"
"I believe you."
"I believe you...lots."
"As much as what?"
"I believe you as much as I love you."
"I love you, too."