Waking up, Chanyeol's mind was in full clarity. He knew exactly what happened, why he was feeling like the world was completely right, and who was lying beside him with their arm hanging off the bed. Drawing his eyes down, Chanyeol watched the heaving of Baekhyun's chest. Unable to help himself, Chanyeol gathered Baekhyun's body from the near edge of the bed, causing the smaller guy to stir and grumble.
Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun's eyes slowly cracked open. Droopily, they looked up at Chanyeol's face before shutting again. Mumbling curses, Baekhyun shook Chanyeol's arm away and buried his face into his pillow. "Asshole," he muttered into the thick material.
Raising his brows, Chanyeol scoffed. "Thanks. Good morning to you, too."
Baekhyun rolled over to face Chanyeol. "I'm not calling you an asshole," he groggily said, but in a sharp tone. "I'm saying my asshole hurts—Why the fuck are you so gifted? Why couldn't you be average..."
Snorting, Chanyeol pushed himself up the bed into a sitting position, looking down at Baekhyun's tired body. Ignoring the remark, he asked, "Do you hurt that badly?"
"I hurt so bad I don't think I'll be able to work today..."
"Are you trying to use the fact that we had sex to get out of doing what I'm paying you to do?" Chanyeol jokingly said, nudging Baekhyun's side with his knee. "Cause it won't work."
Baekhyun—not in the mood for jokes—curled his hand into a fist and hit Chanyeol hard on the naked thigh, causing the giant to jolt. "It hurts to move my lower half thanks to you! I don't need your jokes this early in the morning—And close the window! It's too cold!"
Not appreciating that he was just hit, Chanyeol backhanded Baekhyun's asscheek, making him wince into his pillow. "I keep telling you not to open your window, but you do it anyways," he sighed irritatedly. Reaching over, he pulled Baekhyun's covers over them some more before lying back down.
For a moment, Chanyeol dealt with Baekhyun's frowning face staring at him. Trying to make the best of the situation, Chanyeol smirked at him and moved his hand down on Baekhyun's side, eventually reaching his ass and kneading the place where he had retaliatedly hit him.
"You're not making things any better," Baekhyun muttered.
"I'm trying to, aren't I?" Chanyeol replied. Patting Baekhyun's butt twice, he grinned. "I'm trying to make you feel better."
Baekhyun gave him a skeptical look. "You're being weird." Using his own hand, Baekhyun took Chanyeol's off his body. "Why're you being nice?"
"Am I supposed to treat you like shit?" Chanyeol asked, dropping his grin.
"No, but you're just being unsually weird." Baekhyun quirked his lips. "You're acting like you just found out I'm carrying your child. Can you not?"
Chanyeol shrugged. "I just had sex after the longest time. I think I have the right to wake up a little happier."
"I guess..." Baekhyun mumbled. He was silent for a few seconds before he reached up and touched Chanyeol by the arm. "Can you give me time?"
Chanyeol blinked, completely thrown off guard. "What?"
"Time," Baekhyun repeated. "Obviously I'm going to need time before I can walk again. When that happens, I'll go—"
"Where the hell are you going?" Chanyeol demanded, catching Baekhyun's hand.
"Away?" Baekhyun replied, unsure of his own answer. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking you to give me some time. I need to figure out where I can go or what I'm gonna do..."
Chanyeol's lips thinned as he studied Baekhyun's face. "What the fuck are you talking about?" he said, sitting back up and looming over Baekhyun. "Are you leaving?"
Baekhyun gave him a confused look. "Aren't you going to send me away? You got what you wanted. I bet you don't wanna make it awkward for everyone else either. What if they heard us last night? Don't you—"
"Damn it, Baekhyun," Chanyeol growled, running a hand through his messy hair. "I'm not sending you away. We had sex and I'm not going to act like we didn't," he said sharply with dripping possessiveness in his tone. "If the others heard, I don't care. Let them know."
Baekhyun sighed. "Fine..." he conceded. "A little public shame's nothing new."
Chanyeol frowned at him. "There's no public shame in all of this, Baek," he said in a hard tone.
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing," Baekhyun said, cracking a small grin. He lifted a hand and patted Chanyeol's thigh, trying to calm the giant. "I'm just saying, Sehun might not look at me the same way again."
"He walked in on me banging on your door, begging you for sex. I'm sure he'll get over it."
After taking a quick shower and dressing himself accordingly, Chanyeol dragged his feet over to the kitchen. When he walked in, he walked in on the sight of three people staring at him like he was that kid who got caught taking two candy pieces out of the Halloween bowl instead of one.
But, Chanyeol didn't question their looks and continued on. Moving over to the cabinets, Chanyeol took out a mug before walking over to the coffee pot. "What's wrong with all your faces?"
"The question is," Kyungsoo started, garnering the attention of Sehun and Kai at the table, "what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Chanyeol said, heaving his shoulders. "I'm perfectly fine according to my last check up."
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Kyungsoo sighed. Pushing his plate away, he scooted out of his seat and left the table. "I'm talking about Baekhyun."
"What about him?" Chanyeol said, taking a long sip of coffee.
"I heard. Sehun heard. Kai heard. We all heard," Kyungsoo stated, knowing that he didn't need to explain what exactly it was that they heard.
Chanyeol slanted his lips. "I'd tell you to blame Baek, but it wasn't entirely his fault."
Sehun choked on his orange juice and had liquid dripping from the corners of his mouth. After grabbing a napkin, Sehun refused to make any eye contact with his mentor, friend, and employer. Glancing at Sehun, Kyungsoo rolled his eyes.
“Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s your maid,” Kyungsoo reminded, emphasizing the word. “You don’t have any business sleeping with him!”
Setting down his mug, Chanyeol raised his brows at his cook. “You and I know perfectly well that Baekhyun’s standing with me is more than just being my maid.”
Exasperated, Kyungsoo slumped his shoulders. “Of course, I know,” he gritted. “But what about the contract? You told me you were going to wait until it falls apart and then let him go—no strings attached. Well guess what? Sleeping with him just chained you to him.”
“I know,” Chanyeol answered back as he turned around and crouched down, taking out the breakfast-in-bed tray. “Which reminds me, Kyungsoo. I’m gonna need you to call my parents. I think I’ll pay them a visit soon.”
“What?” Kyungsoo moved around the island and stalked over to Chanyeol as he was rising. “What’re you doing? Why’re you going to your parents?”
“There’s been a change in plans.”
“All because you slept with him!?”
“All I’m saying is that I’m meeting with my parents and conferring with them,” Chanyeol said. “Then from there, I’m going to set up a meeting with Baekhyun’s parents.”
“What’re you doing meeting with his parents?” The question was shot out from the table, causing everyone to look in Sehun’s direction. Realizing what he had done, Sehun looked around and tried to glance his way out of it, but Chanyeol’s frown led him to elaborate. “I mean…You did that with him, but isn’t it too soon to be meeting his parents?” When no one else around him agreed, Sehun seemed frustrated. “Kai, don’t you agree with me?”
Kai only gave Sehun a grimace. “I can’t say.”
Kicking him under the table, Sehun glared. “What do you mean you can’t—” Suddenly he changed his focus back at Chanyeol. “I don’t think you should meet with Baekhyun’s parents. You’re acting like you both decided to get married. I don’t understand.”
Sending Chanyeol a glare, Kyungsoo shook his head. “You know what, Sehun needs to know. You took things way too far, so now he needs to get with the program.”
Looking at everyone, Sehun pushed himself away from the table. “What? You all know something that I don’t?”
Turning to Sehun, Kyungsoo gave the boy a soft look. “Sehun, remember when Chanyeol broke a vase, dented his car from driving angrily, and tore a hole in the wall?”
Giving Chanyeol a cautious look, Sehun nodded. “Yeah…”
“Do you remember why?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Something about getting married.”
“Right. Do you remember who he had to get married to?”
“Someone his parents arranged—” Sehun ran both of his hands through his hair. “I don’t get it. What does this have to do with the fact that I heard ‘ahh harder!’ last night? What does it have to do with Chanyeol wanting to meet with his parents? Or Baekhyun’s!?”
“Because Baekhyun’s that arranged fiancé, Sehun,” Kyungsoo said, putting it out there.
“W-What?” Sehun’s eyes darted to Kai, who nodded his head, and then to Chanyeol, who looked like he was just about bored with the conversation already, having repeated it countless times. “No, he’s not.”
“Sehun,” Chanyeol said, finally speaking. “He knows about machinery and robotics. He knows the math just as well as I do and his last name’s Byun.”
Sehun was cut off by a loud scream emanating from the hallway that lead to Baekhyun’s room. Muttering a few things, Chanyeol rolled his eyes and took the tray over to the table, placing Baekhyun’s breakfast on it. Deciding that he wasn’t capable of balancing orange juice on it, Chanyeol decided that he’d have to make a second run back to the kitchen after making the drop off.
“I’ll be back,” he sighed before exiting, leaving the three males alone.
After Chanyeol had gone, Kyungsoo uttered, “Fucking hormones…”
Having heard it, Kai shook his head and set his utensils down. “I was wondering when he was going to break. The entire week with that Kris guy was hell. I don’t know. The sexual tension on Chanyeol’s part was pretty high.”
“Of course it was,” Kyungsoo snapped, stomping back to the table and taking a seat. “It’s been high since the night Sehun saw Chanyeol in the nude. The idiot didn’t have to sleep with him, though. There’s other ways he could’ve dealt with it.”
Kyungsoo fidgeted. “Like wise.”
“Not everything can be fixed just by touching yourself.”
Kyungsoo turned to the younger male beside him. “Well, you know what, Kai? No one asked you.” Soon after, Sehun—still in a shocked daze—witnessed as Kyungsoo smacked Kai on the head and forced him out of his seat.
When Chanyeol entered the room, he saw that Baekhyun had kicked his covers off and was lying on his backside with his limbs all spread out. It would’ve been a seemingly normal position if Baekhyun hadn’t been naked, letting all his naked bummy glory all out for the world to see.
“At least cover your private parts.”
Baekhyun groaned. “Can’t move.”
Chanyeol glanced at the blanket covers on the floor and then to the closed window. “Obviously you can.”
Following Chanyeol’s eyes, Baekhyun saw what he was referring to. He sighed and sat up begrudgingly. “My nuts were crying ‘daddy we’re cold’. It was a desperate time. I had to go through desperate measures—had to put my pain aside for the sake of comfort.”
“Comfort,” Chanyeol snorted. Moving forward, he only stopped at the edge of Baekhyun’s bed. “Cover yourself.”
“Why don’t you do it?” Baekhyun whined. “I’m not saying that in a way that’s meant to be sexy.”
“By the look of your annoying face, I wouldn’t have even thought of that request as seductive.”
Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a look. “Annoying? What happened to that nice weirdo I woke up to?” he said, feigning sadness as he pulled the covers up just above his waist.
“He went to the kitchen and faced the heat for having sex with a loud person.”
Baekhyun’s eyes flared up. “I told you! I told you they’d hear me, you ass twat!” he huffed as Chanyeol set the tray on top of him. “But no. ‘I don’t care’ you said—God. This is why I don’t listen to you. I had a pet rock when I was ten and it had more brains than you—ngh!”
Chanyeol had leaned forward and flicked Baekhyun on the nose. “Shut up. You’re being feisty and it’s a turn on, so eat before I decide to have you bounce that ass on me.”
Baekhyun grumbled and rubbed his nose. “I don’t think that’ll happen.”
“Me,” Baekhyun said, “bouncing on your dick.”
Chanyeol dragged Baekhyun’s chair next to the bed and took a seat. “And why’s that?” he asked as he unwrapped Baekhyun’s eating utensils from the wrap that Kyungsoo had made with a napkin.
“Wasn’t last night a one-time thing?” Baekhyun casually said as he moved his hair off to the side and took the spoon and fork that Chanyeol held out for him.
“Like it’s out of our system?” Chanyeol clarified as he watched Baekhyun.
“I don’t know. Is it?”
Baekhyun turned his head over to the giant. “I think it is.”
Chanyeol wanted to scoff. Baekhyun said “think” and that was the key word. Nonetheless, Chanyeol shrugged. “Sure. It’s out of our system.”
Over the course of the week, the word “completely” became very close in relation to the words “I lied”. Two days after their first night together, Chanyeol called Baekhyun over to his work room. At first it started out all innocent, but somehow through Chanyeol’s series of initiatives, Baekhyun ended up with Chanyeol’s length buried inside of him as he bounced up and down. Chanyeol’s chair could only take so much so Chanyeol begrudgingly told Baekhyun to slide off for a moment.
He wasted no time in picking things right back up. Grabbing Baekhyun by the hind of his legs, Chanyeol ordered him to wrap them around his waist. Moving them, Chanyeol set Baekhyun on the largest table in the room and proceeded to pound into him until Baekhyun was near tears.
Needless to say that Chanyeol’s papers ended up crumpled, damaged and smudged.
Nugget also became a victim even if he didn’t know it. All he knew was that daddy was doing laundry when the man taller than his dad came in. After that, Nugget felt himself being picked up and the next thing he knew, the door to the laundry room was shut in his face.
He spent time trying to open the door by pawing at it, but Nugget found that he couldn’t do anything. A few minutes passed when Nugget began to hear his dad gasping and making noises from within the room. He couldn’t figure out why, and he didn’t have the time to think about it because soon, the washer started working and everything was drowned out except for the faint sound of his daddy’s voice calling for the taller guy.
Bored and alone, Nugget moved away from the door and waddled over to Sehun who picked him up and told him that his daddy was nasty.