Exploration & New Beginnings
It took a week for everything to be settled and adequately decorated. Most of the jobs that needed to be done were taken care of by the rest of the house while Chanyeol enclosed himself to work and Baekhyun ran off to do as he pleased. The brunet tried to lend his help around, but he was often turned down without the knowledge that Chanyeol specifically instructed the others to disallow Baekhyun of doing any work.
Their new town was approximately only three miles from the villa and Baekhyun took this to his advantage. Deciding that it was time for Nugget to learn some proper doggy manners, Baekhyun took his dog into arms with the intent on enrolling him in a puppy program. Knowing that Chanyeol never liked all those moments when he snuck out without telling anyone, Baekhyun made his way to the giant’s new office and stuck his head inside.
“Hey, I’m leaving, okay? Great. Bye.”
With an unamused look on his face, Chanyeol rotated his chair around just in time to stop the brunet from leaving just yet. “Baekhyun, where do you think you’re leaving to, exactly?”
“Well, I’m just going to take the bike,” Baekhyun said as he came out from hiding behind the door, holding Nugget up in front of him. “I’m going to go and explore the new town, you know. Also, I’m going to enroll Nugget in some dog programs. I need to find a book store, too…”
“Do you have money?” Chanyeol asked.
“Credit cards! They’re my best friends,” Baekhyun laughed, pulling Nugget closer to his chest.
“Is it our credit card, then?”
Chanyeol gave him a look. “Baekhyun, I already told you. What’s mine is yours.”
The brunet made a face. “I know, but—”
“I ordered underwear and clothes online with your card yesterday and the day before that already,” Baekhyun professed. “Last night, I maxed out one of ‘our’ cards because I tried online gambling. I wasn’t very good at it, Chanyeol, because the online players kept talking to me…”
Closing his eyes for a second, Chanyeol held his tongue. “Why didn’t you use the black card then?”
Chuckling with a big grin on his face, Baekhyun shrugged. “If you give me no limit, then I won’t stop.”
Sighing, Chanyeol waved him off. “Fine. We’ll talk about this later. Make sure you have your cellphone and you wear your helmet.”
“Of course.” Craning his neck down, Baekhyun turned his attention to Nugget as he began making his way out. “You hear that, Nugget? Dad said that you have to wear a helmet.”
Even though the small male had already closed the door, Chanyeol groaned. “I was talking about you, Baekhyun!” he shouted loudly, just enough for it all to be heard from behind the closed barricade. Then he waited for a moment until he heard a faint “okay”.
As Baekhyun settled his son into a big basket attached to his bicycle, Nugget could see Luhan’s pets, Tabby and PB, watching them from the door leading from the garage to the house. He growled a low growl until Baekhyun shushed him up before putting a blue scarf around the dog’s neck.
After walking the bicycle out, Baekhyun closed the automatic garage door and hopped on. He wasn’t wearing a bicycle helmet like his fiancé instructed, but he was having a really nice hair day and he wasn’t about to jeopardize it with hat hair.
The new settlement had a lot more younger people than their previous town, and although Baekhyun knew he was going to miss all the seniors and gruff bears that hung around at the pubs, he also knew he was going to enjoy being around people his own age.
It was at the community center where Baekhyun found classes to sign Nugget up. There were classes two days a week and transportation was no longer a problem. With the town's proximity, Baekhyun was able to ride his bike in with no issues, or, if he didn’t feel like riding light, he was also able to take his car without the giant knowing since Chanyeol had issues with the safety of sports car.
“There’s barely any space in there,” the giant had said. “If you get into an accident, I can guarantee you that you’ll get hurt by being cooped up in that thing.”
To which, Baekhyun had replied, “Mange une bite!”
Despite the fact that Chanyeol did, Baekhyun was still adamant on using the car his parents had given him and no amount of Chanyeol’s lips wrapped around his cock could ever change Baekhyun’s mind.
The puppy center—as Baekhyun liked to call it—was set up like a day care. Nugget was taken in as part of visitor’s orientation and he met a wonderful crowd of pets of all ages. There were pups just barely learning how to walk, but then there were dogs that were around the same age as the black Labrador.
Although the other dogs were friendly as they tried to approach Baekhyun’s son, Nugget wouldn’t have it, opting to hide behind his dad’s legs rather than to have his ass sniffed by a stranger. He yelped and whimpered, begging his dad to pick him back up, but Baekhyun was repeatedly advised to allow puppy to puppy interaction.
Nugget’s torture lasted two minutes until Baekhyun finally took him into his arms and followed the evil facility lady to another room where the doggy cafeteria was apparently in.
Against the pup’s obvious wishes, Baekhyun paid for Nugget to stay at the facility for an hour or two so he could have the chance to explore the stores in town. Before, since everyone knew Chanyeol, people knew Baekhyun and his dog, therefore, Nugget was always welcomed in many stores. But with a new environment, the brunet wasn’t too sure, and as Chanyeol always said, “Be courteous, Baekhyun,” and he was doing just that.
Even though only two hours had passed and he had only visited four stores, both of Baekhyun’s arms were already hung dreary with bags. It took a while, but soon he remembered how he rode his bike into town and that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to carry eight bags and a dog all in one go without falling over and possibly hurting himself, which would later then result in being yelled at by a worried giant.
He went back to check Nugget out of his daycare prison before sitting on a nearby bench to put all his belongings down. Then he took out his cellphone and swiped around a bit until he could figure out whether to call Chanyeol or someone else. When he thought of the giant and his line of work, however, Baekhyun was swayed to call someone else other than his busy fiancé.
Opting with Luhan, Baekhyun found his friend’s unprepared face in his contact list and called, putting the phone next to his ear as he waited. When he heard the other line being picked up, Baekhyun felt relieved. “Luhan!”
There was silence the other end and Baekhyun had to check whether or not the call was still going on. When he saw that it was, he scrunched his brows and quirked his lips. “Luhan, it’s me. Hey, say something.”
Finally, a voice came on. “Luhan’s outside with Sehun. What did you need him for, Baek?”
Closing his eyes, Baekhyun let out a breath as he slanted his shoulders. “Nothing, Chanyeol. Can you give the phone over to Luhan, please?”
The brunet heard his giant scoff. “Why? Did you get in trouble?”
Hearing movement, Baekhyun was a somewhat comforted in how Chanyeol seemed to be doing as he asked. “No! I just…Well, it’s not the kind of trouble that you’re exactly thinking of,” he said. When he heard the movement come to a halt, Baekhyun was quick to add, “I can’t get back home—well, I can, but it’d be a bit difficult. I bought too many things.”
Chanyeol groaned. “You should’ve taken the car, Baekhyun.”
“I’m trying to leave behind a green footprint, Chanyeol.”
“Yeah, and your twenty miles per gallon car is definitely going green,” the giant sighed. “Whatever. I’ll come by and pick you up—”
“No?” Chanyeol repeated incredulously.
“No, because I called Luhan so I could ask him to take me home,” Baekhyun replied. “Go back to work, oh my god.”
“Luhan’s busy and I’m free—”
“Taking a five minute break to go take a piss doesn’t mean you’re free,” Baekhyun responded, blowing a raspberry. “What about Kyungsoo?”
“Baekhyun, stop this. Just tell me your location and I’ll come pick you up,” Chanyeol said in a tone that warned the brunet not to trifle.
Grumbling under his breath, Baekhyun relented, giving the giant information about his approximate whereabouts. The community center was one of the first buildings in the nicely decorated town. Young couples passed by him as he waited and the elderly individuals stopped by to pet and coddle the pup beside him. Baekhyun, himself, got a few compliments and “welcome to town!” greetings.
At one point, he was surrounded on the bench as four individuals stood over him, towering his small figure. Baekhyun kept conversing with them, and when anything sexual was being insinuated, he would merely act stupid and push the conversation elsewhere. Because of the fact that he got an uneasy feeling about the guys, Baekhyun had all his bags already hung on his arms with Nugget on his lap.
As if pulling up on cue, Chanyeol finally came around just when one of the individuals took it upon himself to touch Baekhyun’s hair, which he didn’t appreciate at all, if anything. Quickly standing up, he pushed through the barricade of bodies with a smile on his face as Chanyeol leaned over to open the car door for him.
“It’s been nice talking to you guys, but the lover that continuously dries out my ass is here, so I guess we’ll have to talk about fucking me against a desk some other time, okay!” he said laughing loudly before shoving all his bags in the backseat of Chanyeol’s black SUV and hopped inside. Once inside, he dropped the cynical factor in his smile and gave the giant a quick kiss on the cheek. “You have great timing in everything, you know that?”
Distracted by the males outside, Chanyeol barely heard him. “Were they bothering you?”
Baekhyun shrugged nonchalantly as he buckled in and placed Nugget on the floor in the backseats for comfort. “Nothing that I’m not used to,” he said with his lips puckered out. “Besides, they’re just lonely. Everyone around here seems to have someone and there they are, traveling around in a foursome.”
It didn’t seem as though the giant was going to forgive and forget, so Baekhyun nudged him by the arm and pinched his skin, thankful that his overprotective fiancé decided to sport nothing but a plain gray t-shirt.
“Was that really necessary?” Chanyeol hissed as he fervently rubbed the spot the brunet decided to victimize.
“You looked like you wanted to run them over. It’s sexy, don’t get me wrong. I’m all for you acting like Colt Thunder from the book Savage Thunder, but I’d rather not have a relationship with someone behind bars, alright? Now, get out of the car and get my bike. It’s over there.”
They sat in the car staring in the direction Baekhyun was pointing in. With his lips tightly pursed, Chanyeol pushed the incident out of his mind—or at least he tried. Getting out of the car, he quickly walked over to where the brunet’s bike was stationed against a wall. Then, he carefully guided it to the back of the car where he hoisted it up to the bike rack. After securing the bike and making sure that it wouldn’t fall off during their trip back home, Chanyeol hurried back inside the car.
As he settled himself with the seatbelt, he looked over to Baekhyun playing around with his cellphone. Turning the car engine on, Chanyeol changed the gears to drive. “If you run into those types of people again, I’m going to give you permission to do whatever it is that you need to do to get out of the situation,” he said as he pulled away from the curb.
“So, you’re giving me permission to suck them off if I need to?” Baekhyun said, asking his own question as he tried to take a selca with Nugget whimpering in the back as he tried to get on the seats. “I mean, I guess desperate times calls for desperate—”
Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol came to a slow stop as they neared a stop sign. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he said sternly, looking over and making eye contact with the brunet as he finished taking ten consecutive shots. “What I meant by that is I’m giving you permission to hit them—or better yet, just drop the dog and shopping bags and run.”
Gasping, Baekhyun’s mouth gaped. “I would never leave Nugget behind. Dear god, Chanyeol! What if they’re into bestiality!? Nugget’s only a puppy.”
“Better him than you!” was what slipped out of the giant’s mouth before his mind could process his words. Unfortunately for him, Chanyeol wasn’t given a chance to take back or explain what he just said.
Thinning his lips, Baekhyun crossed his arms as he defiantly looked the other way. “Nugget,” he said, “drop your ears low and stop listening to your other dad. He’s being a prick and we don’t listen to pricks.”
The pup in the back seat did just as he was asked to do. When he was finally about to crawl his way up on the seats, Nugget lied down and didn’t pay any attention to the giant who his dad was angry at. Like father like son, the duo turned their attention to the window.
Deciding that it was futile trying to explain himself while driving, Chanyeol let the subject matter go. He kept to himself, wondering about how much the damage was with Baekhyun’s shopping spree and what else they needed to buy for the house. The car, however, had a certain atmosphere to it so Chanyeol reached over to the radio and turned it on once they hit the lone road home.
Soon, the vehicle was filled with mellow guitar instrumentals while Chanyeol continued to let Baekhyun sit on his seat to quietly simmer down. Sometimes, he would glance to the side and ask himself what the brunet was thinking about. It wasn’t until they were three minutes from the house that Baekhyun finally piped up.
“Chanyeol,” he said, unfolding his arms and looking over at the driver beside him for the first time since the entire ride home began. “I know how to kick ass just as much as I know how to get on my knees and rub nuts across my face.”
The statement seemed out of focus. Glancing over, Chanyeol gave his fiancé a funny look. “Okay…” he said, unsure of what it all meant.
“Nugget’s your step-son,” Baekhyun continued on, dropping his voice a tiny bit lower. “You can’t let him know he’s adopted, though. That’d break his delicate heart—and I haven’t set up his monthly appointment at the vet for a heart worm checkup, so I don’t know exactly how delicate, but you understand.”
Shaking his head, Baekhyun cut Chanyeol off as he raised a finger and poked it right into the giant cheek. “I’ll be fine against people like those guys. I don’t need to be submissive, okay? Who am I? I’m Byun Baekhyun. In college, I got fisted—well, that’s kind of irrelevant, but I’m just trying to prove to you that I’m…what’s the word?”
“Uh, stupid? Unsanitary? Mental—I still don’t understand why you’d do such a thing!” Chanyeol exclaimed, wanting to hit his head against the wheel.
Sticking out his tongue, Baekhyun snorted. “No, I meant strong. I can take a punch whether that’s in my face or, like, you know…in the butt.”
Chanyeol groaned. “Oh my god, Baekhyun, stop—”
“But I would gladly take a fist anywhere if that meant never abandoning my dog,” Baekhyun said adamantly. “I wouldn’t risk him catching a cold in the winter, so I definitely wouldn’t risk him being part of some weirdo’s fetish for bestiality.” When Nugget whimpered in the back, Baekhyun gasped as he turned to look at him. “Don’t listen in, Nugget. It’s adult time.”
Letting out a sigh, Chanyeol’s grip on the wheel tightened for a second before it loosened. “Alright. I’m sorry for what I said back then. Just stay out of trouble and take the dog with you if you really need to make an escape.”
Satisfied with the giant’s apology, Baekhyun then gestured to Nugget. “And to him?”
Looking uninterestedly in the rear view mirror, Chanyeol made eye contact with the grumpy dog. “I’m sorry, you little runt.”
Smiling, Baekhyun leaned back against his seat. “Good. Now we can be a family again and I can finally change the station without having to awkwardly fight over the knob with you.”
Knowing all too well what the brunet had in mind, Chanyeol moved a hand over to protect the radio, but Baekhyun slapped his giant hand away and changed the station anyhow. Within a second, Chanyeol’s SUV went from serene to indecent.
When they arrived back at the house, Chanyeol expected for his little idiot to carry half of the shit that he decided to buy, but instead, the only thing Baekhyun took from the backseat was his dog, leaving the rest for Chanyeol to carry. Thinking that it would’ve been too much to argue over bags, the giant took it on himself to carry it all.
As he walked up the two steps and set the bags down on the porch to dig the house keys out of his pocket, Chanyeol remembered something that had been in the back of his mind since Baekhyun left the house. “So, Luhan got the mail today and I was looking over a few of them earlier…” he said, looking for the right key on his chain.
“Okay. Do you have anything else less boring to tell me?” Baekhyun asked, smiling.
“Well, one of the things in the mail was a love letter, actually,” Chanyeol continued on, eyeing Baekhyun just as he found the key and moved forward to unlock the door. “It was interesting.”
Thinking that the letter was directed to his fiancé, Baekhyun tried to be indifferent as he strutted into the house as if he owned a palace. “Okay,” he said dismissively, leaving Chanyeol to walk in after him. “That’s cool.”
“Don’t you want to know who it was from?” Chanyeol laughed.
“No. I don’t care about your exes,” Baekhyun told him, setting Nugget on the floor to roam. “Burn it when you’re done, though, please. Destroy it…with care.”
Walking over to the living room coffee table, Chanyeol released himself from the duty of having to carry the smaller male’s belongings. “It wasn’t for me. It was for you.”
Suddenly, Baekhyun’s mood changed. “Really!?” he exclaimed, excitedly. “Who? Who was it from? I’ve never gotten a love letter before, Chanyeol. Do you think I should frame it—wait, I don’t even know what it says yet. Oh, this—Chanyeol, am I being punked right now? Are there cameras somewhere? Is this—Wait a minute. This love letter isn’t from you, is it? Oh my god, Chanyeol, you’re embarrassing me! I hate you!”
Just as the brunet was about to storm off, Chanyeol groaned. “Baekhyun, it’s from some man called Jongdae. I don’t know if you know him, but he most certainly knows you—”
“No, no, no!” Baekhyun said, quickly returning and running over to the giant. “That’s the guy you punched that evening! You know, when you thought he was my new amour and your heart couldn’t take it so you just ended up punching him.”
The mere mentioning of his impulsive moment made Chanyeol want to disappear off the face of the earth until Baekhyun was so old that he had already forgotten about it. “So, it’s that guy.”
“Mhm.” Baekhyun smiled. “I bet it’s not even a love letter.”
Chanyeol cocked his head. “Then what the fuck did that guy mean by, ‘the fruit that you gave me tasted sweeter than nectar’?”
For a moment, Baekhyun did nothing but blink before he laughed and walked away, obligating Chanyeol to follow after. “You’re so stupid. Sometimes, the fact that your lightning rod zings my ass every week can’t make up for the things you lack, Chanyeol,” he said light heartedly.
Frowning, Chanyeol quirked his lips. “Then tell me what he meant if I’m missing something.”
“I sent him a fruit basket two weeks ago,” Baekhyun said, grinning as he turned around just so he could playfully let the giant walk right into his weak fist. As Chanyeol touched the spot on his chin where his small stout muffin had “punched” him, Baekhyun tilted his head. “Roses are red. Violets are blue. Jongdae’s not that poetic, you piece of poop.”
“Well, apparently, neither are you.”