exobubz (exobubz) wrote,
exobubz
exobubz

Not Intended 10

Chapter 10
Mange Une Bite


Chanyeol looked like a murderer on edge. His hands were gripping hard on his mug and his intense stare at the dining table made it plainly obvious that his mind was a million miles away. Kyungsoo tried to get the attention of his distracted employer three times before finally being successful. When Chanyeol snapped out of his trance, he looked up to Kyungsoo who was standing behind the sink counter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still sounding a bit distracted. “What were you saying?”

“I said,” Kyungsoo repeated as he wiped the counters, “when I was cleaning the kitchen, I found your phone on one of the chairs.” Turning the faucet on, Kyungsoo washed his hands. Then he wiped them dry before moving around the structure and walking over to Chanyeol, taking the cellphone out of his pocket. “It ended whatever you were recording once the app hit its recording limit.”

Taking the cellphone from Kyungsoo, Chanyeol bitterly looked at it. It was just another reminder of what happened last night. He couldn’t delete the audio, though, since it was crucial info, but at the same time, the importance of the information on that recording was overshadowed by Baekhyun and his taunting little ass.

“You know,” Kyungsoo said after a while of watching Chanyeol frown at his cellular device, “I was wondering what the hell happened to the place while Sehun and I were gone.”

Chanyeol scoffed as he placed the phone down. “Things that never should’ve happened.”

Bobbing his head from side to side, Kyungsoo shrugged. “Maybe. I was more interested in what happened to the kitchen, though, so I hope that you don’t mind, but I might’ve listened to the recording.”

Chanyeol blinked. “The recording?”

Kyungsoo nodded. “I got more than I bargained for, really.”

“So you heard Baekhyun talk about his personal life?”

“I heard you two talk, then I heard you two doing other things,” Kyungsoo said nonchalantly. He pulled out a chair and took a seat. “But it got me curious—”

“—There’s nothing going on between the two of us,” Chanyeol groaned. He pushed his mug of coffee away. “It just—”

“Not about that,” Kyungsoo cut in. “I meant Baekhyun and your little interrogation.” Kyungsoo glanced down for a second. “It sounded as if he’s from some sort of high society, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol paused for a second before reluctantly nodding. “Yes, it did…”

“Why?”

Chanyeol pursed his lips. He glanced over at Kyungsoo, his cook, who had been working for him ever since he moved in. Kyungsoo was a friend. He was trust worthy. With that, Chanyeol decided to let it slip.

“He’s Byun Baekhyun.” Chanyeol watched Kyungsoo for a reaction, but Kyungsoo continued to look blank. “The son of that family I told you about.”

Kyungsoo froze before he creased his brows. “The family that you met with weeks ago?” Then it clicked in Kyungsoo’s mind. “Byun Baekhyun. He’s the son of the people from Byun Enterprise…”

Chanyeol clicked his tongue. “Yep.”

“Wow, okay,” Kyungsoo said a little taken aback. “So let’s see if I have this straight. He’s part of the company that’s been known to steal your company’s intelligence. He’s also the son of the family you met with weeks ago concerning that marriage deal, so then that must mean he’s your future brother-in-law…”

 “Yes, yes, no.” Chanyeol turned his head out to the glass window where he could see Baekhyun standing next to Sehun as he was holding a green hose and watering the lawn as always. In his opinion, Chanyeol thought Baekhyun was standing unnecessarily too close to the guy who caught him out in the nude the night before.

Following Chanyeol’s gaze, Kyungsoo asked, “What do you mean no?”

“That sarcastic bitch right there? Byun Baekhyun? That’s not my future brother-in-law.” Chanyeol let out a bitter scoff while shaking his head. “No. That’s my future bride-to-be.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Bride!?” He paused. “Chanyeol, what’s he doing here? Working as your maid? How long have you known!?”

Chanyeol knew that questions would ensue his announcement, but he was ready and prepared for it all. “What’s he doing here? I don’t know yet, but with last night’s questioning, I think he might’ve ended up here by mistake after he ran away. Maybe. I’m not sure yet whether he had other motives, but I don’t think so…” Chanyeol sighed. “I found out the day I met him. The old woman did a background check on him.”

Kyungsoo frowned. “Chanyeol, how come you didn’t recognize him the minute you saw him? Why did you need your grandmother telling you about the background check for you to realize that he’s a Byun.”

“I thought he looked familiar…I just didn’t know where I saw him before.” Chanyeol leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “The photos that I saw of him weren’t exactly up-to-date. The photos I was given were his high school photos, but still, I probably only glanced at them a year ago.”

“Does he know who you are?”

Chanyeol shrugged. “I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like it.”

It took ten minutes of Baekhyun’s mindless talking about food and ocean water before Sehun started to loosen up despite having caught Baekhyun in a situation with Chanyeol that was more or less of a flattering situation to be in. After a while, Sehun felt more comfortable.

“So, what, uh, happened last night?” Sehun asked when the opportunity arose. He didn’t feel weird or awkward asking about it. He was just curious.

“Wine and alcohol,” Baekhyun said as-a-matter-of-factly.

“Oh.”

“Speaking of wine, did you know that New York tastes bad?” Baekhyun said, repeating the fact he told to Chanyeol.

“How do you know? Have you been to New York?”

“Yep,” Baekhyun said, nodding. “Which reminds me, you wanna know how I discovered the love of my life?”

Sehun raised a brow as he stopped gripping on the hose. “You already found the love of your life?” he asked, making his way over to the side of the house to shut the water off. Baekhyun followed.

“Yes,” Baekhyun said grinning. “I was at a restaurant and one of my dad's associates ordered dessert for all of us. Then, there she was. She came in the form of eight ounces of cream cheese, graham crackers, sugar, milk, and vanilla all mixed in together.” As Sehun bent over to shut the water off, Baekhyun leaned against him, and whispered in his ear: “Cheesecake.”

The moment the door slid open, the house was filled with Baekhyun and Sehun’s laughter, evoking the attention of both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol who were still sitting at the table. Baekhyun had his arm on Sehun’s shoulder, seeming as though he was whispering something in Sehun’s ear.

“What’re you laughing about?” Chanyeol asked.

Sehun’s laughter died, but he still had a grin on his face. Baekhyun, on the other hand, let Sehun go and tilted his head at Chanyeol. “I was just telling him a funny story.”

“Well, I like to laugh so tell me the story, too,” Chanyeol ordered.

After shutting the door, Baekhyun shrugged. “Mange une bite.” Just before Baekhyun disappeared in the hallway to use the bathroom, he paused. “Long story short, I once had a spontaneous mission to learn how to say a certain phrase in five different languages. So, for that, excuse my French.”

Chanyeol was still confused when Baekhyun was long gone. The next person on his target hit list was Sehun. Turning to the nineteen year old who was pouring himself a new cup of coffee, Chanyeol called out to him.

“What did he say to me?”

Sehun hummed. “It’s not really my place to say, but if you really want to know…” Then he trailed off.

Chanyeol was annoyed. “Sehun. What did Baekhyun say to me?”

Running a hand through his hair, Sehun repeated the story Baekhyun told him. “Apparently, Baekhyun’s dad used to take him to a lot of places. He said he needed a way to tell pretentious, high-horse-riding ‘assholes’—his words not mine—to go away if he wasn’t interested. That’s why he said that it was a goal of his to learn how to tell these people off in five different languages.”

“So?” Chanyeol asked. “What the hell was that? That thing that he said to me?”

Lifting the coffee up to his lips, Sehun took a second to taste the brew before shrugging carelessly and moving over to the living room.

“He told you to go eat a dick.”

The phone rang, breaking the silence in the house after Sehun told Chanyeol the meaning of “mange une bite”, which Chanyeol had no intention of doing. He was irked again by Baekhyun and the Heavens only knew how much he hated the guy at the moment for mocking him. Never again would he allow himself to be drunk around that guy. Alcohol and lust would only end up with him bearing his naked truths in front of a nineteen year old gardener and part-time apprentice.

Kyungsoo walked over to a corner and picked up the house phone. He greeted the person on the other side and listened for a while before setting the phone against his chest. Chanyeol raised his brows, telepathically asking who was calling.

“It’s for Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo said.

Before Chanyeol could say anything, Sehun called. “Baek! Phone call! For you!”

Seconds later, Baekhyun came out from the hallway, wiping his damp hands on his jeans. He walked over to Kyungsoo to take the phone. As he was turning away, he had to ask. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” he said with a little laugh.

Kyungsoo wasn’t aware that he was looking at Baekhyun differently. He just smiled and shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun replied, giving Kyungsoo a grin. Placing the phone to his ear, Baekhyun began to walk back to his room for some privacy. “Hello?” he greeted in a voice that sang.

Chanyeol, sitting at the table, glared. “Hey! You don’t get phone call privileges in this house!”

Baekhyun whipped his head around and gave Chanyeol a frowning look. “No, no. Don’t mind that. It’s nothing,” he said into the phone. “It’s just the guy I work for thanks to you.” Just before he disappeared from Chanyeol’s sight, Baekhyun’s voice was clearly audible when he said: “Yeah, yeah. I told him that, but I don’t think he understood…”

Lying on the bed, Baekhyun got comfortable. “So why’re you calling?”

On the other side of the line, he could hear Kai sigh. “I haven’t talked to you in a few weeks.”

“I know,” Baekhyun said in a sure tone. “Because you never called to check up on me, you twat.”

“You gave me a home phone number,” Kai defended. “I didn’t want to seem like a bother—Why haven’t you gotten a cellphone like I told you before you left?”

“I haven’t found the time,” Baekhyun said. “I don’t even have a ride to use to go into town. There are only two cars here. One’s for Park—you know, the guy who owns this place—and then the other car is for the people working in this house, but Park won’t let me drive it—or stand by it, or look at it, or whatever. He just doesn’t let me near that thing.”

“Why? Don’t you have your license and I.D with you?”

“I’m trying to keep my identity on the down low, smart one,” Baekhyun laughed.

“Right, well hey, listen, I need a small favor,” Kai started. “I may have—kind of—perhaps gotten myself fired.”

Baekhyun frowned. “Why?”

On the phone, Baekhyun would hear Kai let out a frustrated groan. “You know, I’ve worked for this catering place for two years—two! And the one time I accidentally slip and spill something on a client, I get the boot. It’s fucking ridiculous, these people.”

“So what do you want me to do about it?” Baekhyun asked. “Money? I can’t take money out of my account right now.”

“I don’t want your money, Baek,” Kai assured. “I just…Can you help me get a job there? At least for now?”

Baekhyun sat up on his bed. “Kai, I don’t think Park needs an ex-caterer on call.”

“You know I can do more than hold a platter, Baek,” Kai said in a sighing voice. “I can cook, too. I know that all we ate was ramen at my house, but being with chefs for two years really improved my own skills.”

“We already have a cook here,” Baekhyun mumbled. “His name’s Kyungsoo. And just on a side note, I think Park’s a little gay for him, but that’s just how I kind of see it…”

“Look, I’ll do anything your gay boss wants,” Kai tried. “Except for sex. I don’t do gay.”

“Ah, but do you do gay-for-pay?”

“Can we not?” Kai asked, cutting the tangent off short. “Besides, I’m being stalked over here so I kind of just wanna leave for a bit.”

“Stalked?” Baekhyun said. The playfulness in his voice faded. “What do you mean?”

“I just feel like someone’s always following me? I don’t know.” Kai sighed. “Like, a car’s been parked in front of my apartment for a while now, but the funny thing is that it’s also the same car parked outside my work a few times. I checked. License plate and all. It’s becoming less and less frequent, but still. It was weird when it was happening.”

Baekhyun paused for a second. “Is that so...”

“I think it’s your parents’ doing though,” Kai mumbled. “They’re kind of stepping up their game. I saw you on the news last night. They might’ve looked in on me just for precaution.”

Baekhyun grimaced. That would mean that he would have to basically chew on the cable cords just to hinder the chance of Chanyeol seeing him on the television. “Okay. I’ll try and get you a position. The guy hired a nineteen year old to water flowers, Kai. I wouldn’t be surprised if he hired you to stand on top of the roof to hold a solar panel.”

“Thanks, Baek,” Kai said gratefully.

“No problem.” Baekhyun got off his bed. “When’re you coming?”

“Can I come over today?” Kai asked. “I already have my essentials packed in a backpack…”

Baekhyun rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Um, okay. I’ll tell him that you’re a friend who’s coming over to visit first, then I’ll just take it from there. I’ll pick you up at the station.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t drive any of the cars?”

“I’ll just find a way to get my skillful hands on those keys. If I can’t get the keys, then I’ll just have to hot wire the car, then.”

Not even a second after he left his room, Baekhyun met with Chanyeol in the hallway. “Hey!” Chanyeol didn’t respond. He only gave Baekhyun a glare before trying to walk past him. Baekhyun side stepped him. “Can I talk to you?”

“No.” Chanyeol tried to push Baekhyun off to the side, but Baekhyun fought against it.

“It’ll only take a second,” he said, grinning and trying to make his proposition more attractive.

“Yeah, and it’ll only take me a second to fire you,” Chanyeol threatened. “Now get out of the way. I have work.” Managing to push Baekhyun away, Chanyeol walked towards his room. Baekhyun followed.

“Right, you have to work on your designs and all, which, by the way, you might want to fix the design on the arms. It’s going to need the ability to create leverage if it’s going to be carrying anything—sorry, I might’ve seen the designs,” Baekhyun said, waving his hands in the air when Chanyeol gave him a wide-eyed look. “Anyways, off topic! But, my friend’s coming over. I hope that’s cool because he’s on his way. Oh, and can I use the car? I need to pick him up. I know I’m not allowed to even think about that car for stupid reasons other than not having a license, but I don’t think that you—”

Chanyeol stopped and walked over to Baekhyun, covering his mouth with his hand. “Do you honestly think you’re on my good side? Enough to be inviting people over and taking the car off to god knows where?” he asked, moving Baekhyun back until he had him against the wall. Baekhyun raised a brow before Chanyeol felt a smile form under his hand. When Baekhyun decided to lick his hand, Chanyeol pulled it away, scowling.

“No, but I can’t help it now. He’s coming over,” Baekhyun said tilting his head. “Can I have the car or do I have to hot wire and carjack it for a few minutes?”

Chanyeol paused. “You know how to hot wire cars?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

Chanyeol cursed before he pointed a finger at Baekhyun. “I swear, Baekhyun. You need to stop doing things without my damn permission. Whether that’s seducing me or inviting people over, you can’t do that type of shit!”

“One, I didn’t seduce you,” Baekhyun started, chuckling, “and second, at least I informed you beforehand ,and you didn’t have to find out by going into the garage and seeing that one of your cars was missing.”

Chanyeol took a moment to just breathe for a bit. He didn’t know what to tell the guy. No? How could he say that when Baekhyun already told him that his friend was on his way? Chanyeol couldn’t help, but glare at the guy who had the audacity to tell him to go eat a dick in French, but then turn around and ask for the keys to the helpers’ car, which he banned Baekhyun from just because he felt like it.

Grunting, Chanyeol gave Baekhyun a sharp look. “The next time you invite a friend over, check with me or I swear, if one of my designs or prototypes gets stolen, I will make your life a living hell.”

For some reason, Baekhyun’s smile seemed to have turned into a smug grin—according to Chanyeol. “Can I use the car later then?”

Chanyeol was going to say yes, despite knowing that Baekhyun “didn’t have” a license I.D, but then he halted himself before agreeing. He wanted to know who this guy was; this guy that Baekhyun invited him over. “Is this ‘friend’ the one who called?”

“Yes,” Baekhyun nodded obediently.

Right then, Chanyeol’s attention was fully hooked. No way in hell was he letting Baekhyun take the car. Chanyeol wanted to see this guy for himself. He didn’t know why. There was just that urge in his gut. “Name.”

“Kai,” Baekhyun replied. “His real name’s Kim Jongin, but he goes by Kai—though sometimes I’ll coo and pet him like a dog, calling him Little Kim Kai, but that’s only when we’re watching a movie with dogs. He likes dogs, by the way. Big dogs, small dogs, fluffy dogs, corn dogs, hot dogs…Just anything with ‘dog’ in the name—”

“—Is he your boyfriend?” Chanyeol demanded to know.

Baekhyun exaggerated a sigh and glanced up. “Would be if he wasn’t so straight,” he said in the gayest manner he could. “But really, no. He’s just some kid I met around the circuit. But, back to the topic about the car—”

“I’ll pick him up,” Chanyeol announced.

“How swee—”

“Because I don’t trust you.”

Baekhyun’s cheerful face froze before he took a hand, ran it along Chanyeol’s arm, then patted his face. “Well, then, mange une bite quickly because he’ll be at the station in an hour.”






Tags: chanbaek, chapter 10, not intended
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

  • 0 comments