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Not Intended 11

Chapter 11
The Dark Side


“What’re you still doing here!? He called. He’s already at the station!”

As Baekhyun nagged at him from the entry way to his room, Chanyeol just rolled his eyes as he kept his back turned, fixing his hair in the mirror. He checked his shirt to see if he got any last minute stains on the white shirt that he decided to change into. Chanyeol was fully aware that Baekhyun was watching him with an unpleased look. He became even more aware when Baekhyun started tapping his foot.

Fed up, Chanyeol turned his head. “What?”

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything,” Baekhyun replied with his arms crossed.

“Quit taping your foot, Baekhyun,” Chanyeol said as he turned back to the mirror.

“I will once you stop looking at yourself,” Baekhyun threw back. He sighed and entered Chanyeol’s room. “Kai’s at the station. You should’ve left ten minutes ago,” he grumbled as he set a knee on Chanyeol’s bed before climbing on.

“He can wait,” Chanyeol muttered. “It’s not my problem—”

“It is when you’re the one who offered to pick him up,” Baekhyun argued. “You know, if you just gave me the car, you wouldn’t have had to get changed, which is stupid, by the way.” Using the headboard, Baekhyun rose to his feet, standing on the bed. “Really. Why’d you have to get dressed anyways, Chanyeol? You’re not trying to impress him, are you?”

Chanyeol scoffed. “First impressions are important, Baek.” Finished and satisfied with his appearance, Chanyeol turned around to see Baekhyun lightly hopping on his bed. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Your bed’s springy,” Baekhyun commented, ignoring Chanyeol’s question. “What do you think the constant is for the spring?”

“What do you care about physics?” Chanyeol asked, giving Baekhyun an annoyed look. “Get off the bed unless you have the intention of continuing last night on it.”

Baekhyun laughed and jumped on the bed some more. “How much force does it take to break a bed?”

Chanyeol scrunched his brows. “Is that what you’re trying to do?”

“I’ll break your bed if you don’t leave the house right now,” Baekhyun threatened.

Chanyeol wasn’t in the mood for games. In fact, he wasn’t in the mood for anything when it came to Baekhyun. When Baekhyun landed on the bed again, Chanyeol reached, grabbed him by the foot and pulled, causing Baekhyun to fall back on the mattress.

“Fine. I’m leaving.” Then Chanyeol hovered over him for a second. “But when I get back, you better not act out just because I allowed this guy to come over. And once he leaves, Baek? It’ll be back to work. I might even add a few new rules just for you.”

“What about for Sehun and Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun asked with a grin as he sat up.

“I didn’t say anything about them.” Chanyeol gave Baekhyun one last look before grabbing a black jacket from the back of a chair and walking to the door. “Now get out.”

Baekhyun shrugged before he quickly walked past Chanyeol. After Chanyeol closed the door, he looked forward and saw Baekhyun waiting for him. He didn’t think that it was out of the ordinary even though Chanyeol wondered why Baekhyun even bothered to wait for him to close his door when it would’ve been normal for him to just ditch. But, Chanyeol didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Can you buy me a bike?”

Without bothering to sigh in stupid frustration, Chanyeol walked on. “No.”

“I just want some sort of transportation to town—”

Chanyeol stopped, causing Baekhyun to walk right into him. “What do you need to go into town for?”

Baekhyun shrugged. “Grocceries—”

“Kyungsoo can do that.”

“—and other stuff—”

“Sehun can get ‘other stuff’.”

Baekhyun huffed. “I need a cellphone.”

Chanyeol snorted before continuing to walk. “Why? You don’t have any friends.”

“Rude,” Baekhyun said, falling into step with Chanyeol. “I have Kai.”

“Your only friend.”

The two of them emerged from the hall and Chanyeol was quick to grab his car keys from where they hung out in the open, which he made a mental note to change. Before Baekhyun came along, the placement of those keys was fine. But now, it was different. The keys were too much in Baekhyun’s reach.

“So is that a yes?” Baekhyun asked, trying to manipulate the situation. At the front door, Chanyeol quickly slipped on his shoes. He still hadn’t answered Baekhyun so Baekhyun took the liberty of saying, “I’ll be expecting a bike sometime this week.”

Chanyeol opened the door and stepped out. Before he made his way to his car in the driveway, he remembered something. Turning to Baekhyun who was leaning against the door frame, Chanyeol said, “Sunglasses. Get them.”

Baekhyun groaned, but nonetheless waddled his way over to where Chanyeol had the habit of leaving things that could be quickly taken off. Once he came back, he stuck his hand out. Just as Chanyeol was leaving, Baekhyun called out, “Really, though. Can I get a bike?”

Chanyeol paused. “Do you really want to ride a bike ten miles just to get to town?”

“I’d rather drive a car—”

“But you have no license.”

Baekhyun’s lips thinned into a smile. “Let’s take this conversation up later. Kai’s still at the station.”

“No, this conversation’s done. You’re not getting a bike or a cellphone. You don’t need either and I don’t feel like giving you anything.” After he reached his car, Chanyeol pulled the door open. “What does this guy look like?”

“Like a beautiful sex god,” Baekhyun said, tilting his head to the right.

Chanyeol frowned. Like a beautiful sex god? Chanyeol was about done with Baekhyun. He got into his car and backed from the driveway, not bothering to wave back when Baekhyun started waving his hand goodbye.

Arriving at the station, Chanyeol began to wonder what “Kai” really looked like. When he looked around, there were only three people sitting in the waiting shed—an old guy, a woman, and the guy who had the most likeliness to be “Kai”.

Driving up to the pickup curb, Chanyeol slowed the car into a halt. He opened the door and stood up, leaving a leg still inside the car. He waved an arm, trying to get the attention of the male who wasn’t a woman, nor an old senior man.

When the guy finally looked up, Chanyeol motioned a hand. “Are you Kai?” he called curtly.

Kai looked around as if he suddenly forgot his own identity. He stood up from his seat and began to hesitantly walk toward the car. “Yes…?”

Chanyeol waited for Kai to open the passenger side, but when all he did was glance around and stand near the door, Chanyeol frowned. “Aren’t you getting in?”

“Uh…” Kai looked from the car to Chanyeol, meeting him in eye contact. “I don’t mean to offend, but I don’t know if I should.”

Chanyeol reached up and took his glasses off. “Baekhyun couldn’t pick you up.”

“But he told me—”

“Baekhyun couldn’t pick you up,” Chanyeol repeated. “I’m picking you up instead. Now get inside.”

Kai bit his lips for a second before nodding. He took his backpack off and got inside the car, setting his bag on the floor with his legs. Chanyeol followed soon after, but watched as Kai tried to settle himself.

It took a while before Chanyeol realized he was taking notice of details. His eyes travelled from Kai’s hair and facial features to his lean body and sense of style. In the back of his mind, Baekhyun’s “like a beautiful sex god” description kept repeating and repeating. It was because of those words that Chanyeol cursed for two reasons:  Baekhyun’s correct description and Baekhyun’s choice of description. Without even waiting for Kai to put on his seat belt, Chanyeol put the car on drive and started going, letting Kai fall into the hands of inertia.

Chanyeol drove for five minutes, letting the awkward silence linger in the air. Sometimes he’d glance over at Kai, who would tap his lap with his fingers. No conversation went on with them for the longest time. What kind of conversation could Chanyeol even strike up? Chanyeol wasn’t about to ask Kai why he was even friends with someone like Baekhyun.  He just figured that the guy was equally as weird and deranged as his maid.

“So…you’re like Park Chanyeol…” Kai muttered. Chanyeol almost stepped in the brakes. He turned his head momentarily at Kai, who reluctantly looked back. “I wasn’t aware that you were the Park that Baekhyun kept mentioning… Park’s a pretty common name.”

Chanyeol pursed his lips and his grip on the wheel got tighter. “So you know me.”

“Well, not until recently…”

Half-interested, Chanyeol raised his brows. “Recently?”

“You know, on the entertainment news channels…about you…and Baekhyun—”

Chanyeol halted the car in the middle of the desolate road. “What?”

“Is Baekhyun really working for you?” Kai asked, not paying mind to Chanyeol’s outburst. “I told him about the maid opening at your house, but…he’s like your fiancé. You must’ve seen him walk in and immediately recognized each other.”

Sighing, Chanyeol stepped on the gas again. “Baekhyun doesn’t know.”

Kai blinked. “He doesn’t know that you’re…?”

“He doesn’t know about us. He doesn’t know that I’m the fiancé on the other side. I don’t know why,” Chanyeol muttered. “Did you say that you recommended him the job opening?”

Kai nodded. “Did he tell you that he ran away? He was staying with me for a while, but I told him he needed to get a job. I overheard a few maids while working. That’s how I found out. I gave the info to Baek and that’s how he got to you.”

Chanyeol didn’t know how to feel. A small part of him wanted to strangle Kai because, in reality, it was all Kai’s fault that he had Baekhyun to deal with every day. Clicking his tongue, Chanyeol glanced over. “What’s your relationship with Baekhyun?”

Shrugging, Kai leaned back. “I don’t know…We’re just casual friends.”

Chanyeol didn’t like that word. “Casual” meant a lot of things, but then he had to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to butt in on other people’s business. Then he realized that with Baekhyun being his fiancé, it was his business.

“Casual as in what? Sex casual?”

Kai almost choked on his own saliva. “What?”

“Do you prefer ‘friends with benefits’ or—”

Kai shivered. “I’m not like that—we’re not like that. Baekhyun’s just someone I met in the catering circuit. His parents would host parties and hire the company I worked for.” Kai rubbed his head before he asked for clarifications. “Wait, so let me get this right. You’re Park Chanyeol from Park Inc. He’s Byun Baekhyun from Byun Enterprise. You’re supposed to get married, but Baekhyun left because he didn’t want to marry you. I in-avertedly sent him to work for you. You know who he is…but he doesn’t know who you are.”

“That’s just about right,” Chanyeol muttered.

“How does he not know you?” Kai asked, though the question was directed more at himself.

Nearing the house, Chanyeol slowed the speed down. “I don’t know, but it should stay that way.”

Kai saw the house. He would’ve been impressed if he hadn’t seen plenty of other large houses in his old line of work. “Why’d you tell me everything?” he asked, out of curiosity.

“Because,” Chanyeol said, slowly pulling up, “when you mentioned that you knew me—including the fact that you mentioned hearing about Baekhyun and I on the news—I knew that I needed to fill you in so I could bring you on my side.”

“Your side?”

Chanyeol slowly parked the car in the drive way. “Listen, Kai, I didn’t want you accidentally slipping information out to Baekhyun until I get the information I want. I want to know if he has a deeper motive to being here other than to just ‘work’. For all I know, you could be in on this, too.” From the corner of his eye, Chanyeol saw Baekhyun push the curtains from the front window, smiling at them—or more accurately, at Kai. “Do me a favor? Shut up about what you know while you’re here. I don’t want the freaky bastard to run off.”

Kai laughed. “You don’t want him to run off? What, do you like him already?”

Chanyeol scoffed. “That’s stupid. No. I don’t want his parents finding him. If they don’t find him, the marriage deal will fall apart. Then, he won’t have to marry me and he’ll be free to do whatever he wants. The best part is that I don’t have to marry him, therefore saving my sanity.”

Opening the door, Kai asked a final question. “Does he make you crazy?”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he stepped out. “Y—”

Like everything that Chanyeol tried to do—whether that was trying to work, sleep, or have sex—Baekhyun cut him off short. The front door slammed open and Baekhyun’s voice cooed a “welcome!” for Kai, annoying Chanyeol.

Where the hell was his greeting?






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