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Baekhyun’s revelation created an awkward stance between Chanyeol and him. His butt was beginning to feel cold and he didn’t like it anymore. Walking out stark naked in front of Chanyeol wouldn’t have been a big deal, but Baekhyun already drew the line that they were just employer and maid. Baekhyun was sure that flashing Chanyeol would cross that line. The morning kisses didn’t cross that line that he created—at least Baekhyun didn’t think. They were just to show his appreciation for Nugget.
As the seconds went by, Nugget began to wonder why he sensed tense and awkward air between two. He stood up from his sitting position and barked, breaking Baekhyun and Chanyeol from their silence.
“That’s why you should just go back inside,” Baekhyun called out. “My balls are kinda…cold.”
Chanyeol couldn’t believe that Baekhyun openly said that. He locked his jaw and impatiently crossed his arms. “Then cover your damn balls and get over here! I don’t have time for this. Kris is gonna be here any minute and I won’t be able to greet him because you’re too busy worrying about body parts I’ve seen before!”
Baekhyun grimaced. “But that was when—”
“Baekhyun. Now,” Chanyeol ordered. “Listen.”
Baekhyun slanted his lips before he groaned, giving up. “Fine. I’ll just cup them,” he muttered as he reached down to his area. Once he had everything covered, he stood there for a second before he started to walk back on shore.
Once the water was just below his waist, Baekhyun picked up his pace and came out of the water awkwardly hunching over a bit, running over to where his towel was—unfortunately, Chanyeol was also there. The moment he was near enough, Baekhyun uncupped himself and stooped down, bending to grab his towel even though he was fully aware that Chanyeol was watching him.
“Your ass jiggles. I hope you know that.”
Baekhyun was in the midst of wrapping his body with his towel when he froze. “Yes. Thank y—”
“It bounces,” Chanyeol continued. “You should do squats.”
Holding his towel, Baekhyun stood up, clutching his shorts with his other hand. When he stood up, the towel ended right around his mid-thigh, allowing Chanyeol to see Baekhyun’s legs for the most part.
“Squats,” Baekhyun repeated. “Right, well, I guess I should start doing those again—come on, Nugget.” Baekhyun began to walk back to the house and was trailed by Nugget. Chanyeol fell into step with him. “I used to have a firm butt, but that was accidental.”
“How the fuck do you accidentally have a firm butt?” Chanyeol muttered.
“Through squats! But not exercise squats,” Baekhyun informed. “I did squats in college, but a different type of squat—squats for other purposes, if your small mind understands where I’m going with this—Nugget, come on. Keep up—Yah! Chanyeol, walk.”
Chanyeol didn’t exactly realize that he stopped walking when he caught on to Baekhyun’s very obvious—and sexual—drift. It gnawed at him and the thought of Baekhyun doing “squats” in college annoyed him. Who, what, when, where, and why. Those were details that Chanyeol knew he had no right even thinking about asking—or inquiring—but he couldn’t get rid of it.
Forcing himself to move, Chanyeol started walking again. This time, he walked behind Baekhyun. Though there was barely any light out, he still saw the guy’s nicely shaped legs outlined by the light against them from the house. In that moment, Chanyeol wished that Baekhyun’s body was a little more muscular—just to a point where Chanyeol wouldn’t find himself slightly attracted to Baekhyun’s feminine features.
When Baekhyun slid open the door, he cooed Nugget to go in first, which he did, and followed after. He was about to sing his greetings to everyone, but then he noticed a tall figure—if not taller than Chanyeol—who was just as eye catching as Chanyeol—though, the longer Baekhyun stared at this guest, the more he was convinced that Chanyeol had the better looks.
The guy, at first, looked at him as if he was uninterested, but then his eyes widened and his mouth opened as if he was about to say something. Baekhyun figured that he was just a little slow at greeting, so he smiled at the man. “Hi!”
Kyungsoo seemed flustered. He motioned for Baekhyun to enter the house and immediately go to his room, but Kris stopped him. “I'm Kris. What’s your name?”
Baekhyun didn’t get to answer Kris fully because Chanyeol forced him inside, sending him stumbling in. Chanyeol looked a little freaked out, worried that words and information were exchanged in the precious seconds that he was trying to catch up.
“Go to your room and change,” Chanyeol ordered, giving Baekhyun a small push. “Take the dog with you.”
Baekhyun frowned at him before cocking his head in the house guest’s direction. “But I need to answer that guy’s ques—”
“I told you not to talk to him,” Chanyeol said in a low voice, just enough for only Baekhyun to hear. “Now go.”
“Fine…” Baekhyun looked down at Nugget and whispered for him to follow. Shuffling his way past the tall stranger, Baekhyun smiled and continued to walk his way to his room, humming as he went.
When Chanyeol was completely sure that Baekhyun was gone, he focused his attention in on Kris. “How was your trip here?”
“Just fine,” Kris muttered, completely distracted by the previous scene. “Chanyeol, that guy—”
“Let’s talk in the work room,” Chanyeol interrupted. “I don’t want to talk about this here.”
“Don’t we all already know about Baekhyun, though?” Kyungsoo piped from the kitchen.
Sehun, who was watching television with Kai, turned his head at the older adults talking. “What about Baekhyun?”
Chanyeol thinned his lips and gave Kyungsoo a look. “All of us? I don’t think so.” Then, in a quieter voice, he added, “I’d rather keep Sehun out of this for now. He might slip up.”
Knowing the amount of time Baekhyun spent with Sehun—trailing him outside to talk to him as he watered everything—Kyungsoo knew that Chanyeol had a point—a very minor point. “Do you need anything to take with you?”
“No,” Chanyeol said as he began to walk from the main living space.
“Actually, would you mind bringing a bottle of water to the room, Kyungsoo?” Kris asked, even though he knew he didn’t have to. Kyungsoo would do it because that was his job—at least he worked there and therefore had to do as he was asked.
“Not at all,” Kyungsoo answered back with a forced smile.
“Thanks, doe eyes,” Kris said as he passed by Kyungsoo. Chanyeol didn’t seem to hear the remark, but Kris didn’t intend on him ever hearing it either.
“So,” Kris started as he set his bags on the floor and sat on Chanyeol’s metal stool near his work bench. “Byun Baekhyun, huh? What, Chanyeol, did you just want to wipe out the competition completely by kidnapping him?”
“Stop it,” Chanyeol said as he closed the door behind him. “I didn’t kidnap him. He—”
“He’s been missing for quite a while,” Kris continued. “And he didn’t look too—what’s the word I’m looking for—oh, I know—distraught? Sad? Upset? No, you couldn’t have kidnapped him. He didn’t look the part of a captive to me.”
“Like I said, I didn’t kidnap that idiot. He’s annoying as fuck and childish,” Chanyeol reasoned.
“Fine. Kidnapping’s not a valid theory.” Kris slanted his lips and raised his brows. “Are you two lovers? Is this some sort of wild arrangement concocted by you two? Baekhyun runs away from home and comes to live in secret with y—”
“Kris, stop.” Chanyeol huffed as he went over and pulled out his swivel chair from a corner. “I didn’t fucking kidnap him and we’re not secret lovers.”
Then, Kris’ attitude suddenly turned a little more serious. “Then what the hell is the son of Byun Enterprise doing in your house, nonchalantly walking in with his hair wet, fucking naked under a towel for all I know?”
Chanyeol groaned. He already explained the situation twice and it just seemed so repetitive to him. But Kris was a business partner and therefore had the right to know what the competition’s son was doing at his house completely naked under that stupid towel of his.
“Long story short, the file you gave me was a fucking lie,” Chanyeol started, giving Kris a sour look. “The Byun ‘girl’ I’m supposed to marry? The one in the photos inside that file you handed me a year ago? That stark-naked idiot’s that girl.”
Kris shook his head. “Well, stark-naked idiot has a sister—”
“No, he doesn’t,” Chanyeol adamantly argued.
Frustrated, Kris took out his phone and began searching. “Yes, he does. Byun Baekhyun is not the fucking girl in that photo. It can’t be him. It’s fucking impossi—what the hell?”
“What’d you find, Kris?” Chanyeol asked, rubbing salt on a newly opened wound.
“He’s an only child…” Kris stared at his phone. “This is a mistake. I saw the photos. The photo was obviously a girl—long hair, hat, nice legs…I have it saved on here—”
“Why the hell do you have it saved on your phone?” Chanyeol asked in a serious voice.
Chanyeol didn’t buy it. He got up from his seat and walked over to where Kris sat to look at the photo that he had saved.
Finding the photo, Kris handed his phone to Chanyeol. “Female.”
Chanyeol looked at the photo, which was blurry and of mediocre quality. “You can barely see this girl’s face...”
“But the body,” Kris pointed out. “Her hair, her legs, the hands...Even her barely showing face says ‘I’m a girl.’”
Chanyeol frowned. In a weird way, he felt that there was a similarity between Baekhyun’s face and the poor-quality photo. He needed a way to confirm the photos authenticity and Baekhyun was the only way to do it. Taking the phone, Chanyeol walked towards the door.
Kris stood up. “Where’re you going?”
“Baekhyun. I need to ask him about this.”
“What the hell are you going to tell him when he asks you why you’re asking him about a photo that may or may not be him?” Kris asked aggressively.
“I’ll make something up,” Chanyeol muttered, throwing the door open. When he saw Kris trying to follow him, he shook his head. “Stay here. I don’t want you near him.”
Taken aback, Kris asked, “Why not?”
“Precautionary reasons,” Chanyeol mumbled under his breath before closing the door behind him and leaving Kris alone inside the room.
When Chanyeol walked into Baekhyun’s room without knocking, he was glad at the fact that Baekhyun had already slipped into clothes—though the Neon pink pajama pants and the non-matching graphic tee about hamburgers was a sore sight.
Despite Baekhyun’s horrid choice in clothing—which Baekhyun often referred to as “comfortable”—Chanyeol liked the calming sight of Nugget nestling in Baekhyun’s lap on the bed, falling asleep due to being tired.
“Hi, Mr. Wonderful,” Baekhyun said, smiling and laughing as he greeted.
“Hn.” Chanyeol quickly strode on over and very cautiously held the phone in front of Baekhyun’s face. “Quick question. What do you think about this girl?”
Baekhyun blinked a few times as he continued to stroke Nugget’s back. “Um, hold on. Keep the phone still.”
Chanyeol groaned under his breath, but nonetheless held the phone steadier. “Better?” he asked sarcastically.
“Yep.” Baekhyun focused his eyes and when he saw the photo, he stopped stroking Nugget. “What is this…”
“It’s a photo of a girl—”
“How’d you find this?” Baekhyun asked curtly.
Chanyeol glanced up for a second. “I found it on the internet. I was looking for some material to—what’s the word—reference to when I need some, you know, release.”
Baekhyun thinned his lips. “Chanyeol—”
“So what’s the verdict?” Chanyeol cut in. “Hot or not? I personally think she’s an easy nine out of ten,” he added.
“Between you and me—male to male—I don’t think I have to try that hard to come. Thinking about those legs around my waist could get me off pretty quickly.”
Baekhyun sighed. He looked away from the phone and stared up to Chanyeol. “You’re really going to use that photo to jack yourself to?”
Chanyeol shrugged. “I’m just getting a second opinion.”
Baekhyun paused for a moment. “I’d rather you didn’t. You’d be making everything a little awkward.”
“Why?” Chanyeol scoffed. Baekhyun talking about him making things awkward? That was gold to Chanyeol knowing how many times Baekhyun had made his entire world awkward as fuck. “It’s not awkward talking about male needs to another guy—”
“It’s not that, you idiot,” Baekhyun mumbled. “You can’t use that photo—don’t think about those legs wrapping around your waist either.” Then he muttered, “cause that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.”
“I don't see why you're getting worked up about this. It’s just fantasizing—”
Frustrated, Baekhyun groaned and ran a hand over his face, eventually pushing his bangs out of the way. “You don’t get it. That is not a girl!”
Chanyeol found his answer. It was all he needed at the moment, but he pushed on anyways. “How do you know, Baek? Looks like a girl to me—”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes and heaved his shoulders. “I would know because that’s me, you ass twat!”
Chanyeol froze. “W-What?”
“Me,” Baekhyun repeated. “That’s me participating in the cross-dressing contest at my high school. Those are my arms, my clothes, and my legs—mind you!” He huffed and blew hair out of his face. “So I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t masturbate to the fantasy of my legs wrapped around your waist like we're having sex against a wall or something...idiot.”