Snot dripped from Baekhyun’s nose as he sniffled while Chanyeol rinsed his face with water. Glancing down at the messy faced male, Chanyeol shook his head at the sight. Grabbing some paper towel, Chanyeol damped it before wiping Baekhyun’s face, making sure to wipe his mouth carefully. Then he guided Baekhyun from the sink to the table to get a seat. Nugget followed, whining after his dad and pawing at Chanyeol’s feet, leaving Chanyeol to wonder what he had ever done in his past life to deserve the two annoying duo.
Then he went over to the fridge, pulled the door, and rummaged around for a moment until he found a chocolate bar that was already half eaten. How long had it been there? Chanyeol didn’t know, but he was going to give it Baekhyun anyways. Taking the chocolate, he walked back to the table and handed it to Baekhyun, who took it and mumbled out his thanks.
While Baekhyun unknowingly unwrapped his ancient old candy bar, Chanyeol pulled out a seat and sat next to him. Setting his elbow on the table, Chanyeol leaned his face against his arm. “So do you mind telling me what possessed you to eat your dog’s food?
Baekhyun grouched his face and glanced down at Nugget, who was standing on his hind legs, trying to paw himself up Chanyeol’s leg. “His kibbles…”
Chanyeol tried to shake Nugget off. “What about them?”
Baekhyun took a small bite from the candy bar. “Nugget wasn’t e—ah! Why is this so hard?” he whined, taking the bar out of his mouth and staring at it.
Waving his hand, Chanyeol dismissed the remark. “It’s high class candy. Now what were you saying about your annoying dog?” Chanyeol said, pushing Nugget away. Nugget, whose paws held no friction against the wooden floor, slid a few feet away.
Smacking his tongue around in his mouth, Baekhyun tried to get a taste of the chocolate. He tried again, but this time, he settled to licking the sweet treat. “Nugget wasn’t eating it. I had to see why.”
“Maybe he wasn’t hungry,” Chanyeol said, throwing it out there.
“No, he’s always hungry,” Baekhyun muttered.
Chanyeol looked at Nugget for a second. “He’s fat.”
“No, he’s not.” Baekhyun licked his lips. “He’s a puppy. He’s supposed to be that way. Anyways, yeah, he wouldn’t eat it so I had to check it out and see if something was wrong with it…”
Chanyeol groaned. “Baek, you could’ve just read the label.”
Opening his mouth to refute, Baekhyun realized that he didn’t bother to even think about checking the label. Frowning, he put down his chocolate bar and shot out of his chair, shuffling over to where he had lain down the bag of dog food. Chanyeol’s eyes followed him as he crouched down and took a good look at the bag. Then Baekhyun screamed.
“You got the wrong brand! You idiot!” Baekhyun strode over to the table and thrusted the bag in Chanyeol’s view. “Really? Chanyeol, I said to make sure to buy Nugget’s brand—he’s picky, okay? He a picky dog and he doesn’t like change. What is this? Is this a generic brand?”
Chanyeol was caught off guard. “Baek, calm down—”
He tried to reach for Baekhyun, but Baekhyun swatted his hand away. “Nugget isn’t on Survivor. We’re not going to force him to search for his own food, okay? Argh—No wonder it tasted like crap.” Moving away from the table, Baekhyun went to the trashcan and dumped the bag inside. “You know, luckily we still have some of his regular stuff left over.”
Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol threw his hands in front of him. “God forbid the dog doesn’t eat for once in its fat life.”
That remark made Baekhyun pause. He leaned against the kitchen island and crossed his arms. “Chanyeol, food is to Nugget as air is to you.”
Chanyeol shrugged at the comparison. “Whatever. Go get the leftovers for the dog already.”
Huffing, Baekhyun moved from the island and went to the pantry where he kept Nugget’s food in a corner on the floor. “I thought you listened to me when I told you to buy his brand…” he mumbled.
For some reason, to Chanyeol, it seemed like Baekhyun was getting way too upset over his simple mistake. “How was I supposed to know his brand, Baek?” he asked.
“Nugget’s been here for weeks. You should have noticed!” Baekhyun groaned as he went back to Nugget’s bowl, picking it up and dumping the wrong brand's kibbles into the trashcan. “I know you don’t like him, but come on, Chanyeol…Care a little more.”
Sitting down on the floor, Baekhyun carefully poured what was left of Nugget’s regular brand and scratched the dog’s back as he ate feverishly. It was quiet in the room, except for Baekhyun’s whispers of encouragement to Nugget, telling him to eat a lot and to not mind body image because he was perfect the way he was.
“Baek.” Chanyeol didn’t like how Baekhyun was giving him the shoulder. Sighing, he left his seat and went to go take a seat on the floor next to the male. “Baekhyun.”
For once, Baekhyun glanced his way for a second before looking back to Nugget. “Chanyeol.”
Dropping his gaze towards the eating dog for a while, Chanyeol fidgeted. “I’m sorry for getting your dog the wrong brand,” he mumbled.
“Why’re you apologizing to me? Apologize to Nugget.”
Chanyeol didn’t think he was serious until he saw the look on Baekhyun’s face. Deciding that it was better to comply than to argue, he groaned and picked up Nugget, who whined when he was torn away from his food. “I’m so, so sorry, dog.”
“His name’s Nugget.”
With thin lips and a thin patience, Chanyeol swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry, Nugget.”
“Now kiss him.”
“Can’t I just kiss you instead?” Chanyeol said, putting Nugget back on the floor and scooting closer next to Baekhyun. “I don’t wanna kiss this thing.”
“I just ate dog food and you want to kiss me.” Baekhyun squinted his eyes. “I’m judging you so hard right now.”
Snorting, Chanyeol got up from the floor. “Fine. I apologized already anyways.” Then he held his hand out. “Speaking of ass, you need to get yours off the floor. I need to give you something.”
Taking Chanyeol’s hand, Baekhyun smirked. “Is it money? I like money.”
“I’m sure you do,” Chanyeol muttered. Pulling Baekhyun up, Chanyeol put a hand on his back and pushed him towards the table, telling him to take a seat. “I’ll be back with it.”
“Did you get me cardigans again, Yeol?” Baekhyun asked with a grin on his face. “I liked the ones you got me last time—Well, I don’t really have anything to match with yellow, but maybe I do. I don’t know—oh! But I liked the red and gray one. The colors were nice! What’d you get me this time?”
Chanyeol stood there dumbfounded. “I-I didn’t—No. I didn’t get you cardigans—Wait, did you want cardigans?”
“Not really, but I could always use more,” Baekhyun reasoned. “Well, then, if not cardigans, then what’d you get me?”
Blinking a few times, Chanyeol blew out a breath. “Stay here.”
“Where else would I go?” Baekhyun laughed.
Chanyeol was about to answer the question, but then decided that it was useless to reply to a rhetorical question. He walked over to the counter and retrieved the cellphone bag. “Since I didn’t want you wandering around lost at the zoo, I decided to get you this—”
“Is it a leash for me?” Baekhyun said quietly.
“Why would I fucking leash you at a public establishment?” Chanyeol groaned, rubbing his forehead.
“I don’t know. You might be into that entire public embarrassment kink for all I know,” Baekhyun said whistling.
“If I wanted to leash you, I’d do it in the bedroom, not where other people can see you.” Shaking his head, Chanyeol moved on. “Anyways, I got you this,” he said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a white box.
“Baek, shut up,” Chanyeol cut in. “Let me finish before you accuse me of being a sadistic lover.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun said, cracking a grin. “Lover.”
“Yes, L—” Chanyeol stopped and completely forgot about the phone in his hand. “What do you mean, ‘oh, lover’?”
“I don’t know?” Baekhyun said, laughing. “I just said ‘oh, lover’.”
“Why’d you say it in that tone though?” Chanyeol questioned, setting the box on the dinner table in front Baekhyun, but never got to explaining what it was. Instead he frowned down at the male sheepishly grinning up at him. “What? You don’t consider me as a lover?”
“In what sense?” Baekhyun teased, lightly kicking Chanyeol’s leg with his foot. “As in you’re a loving person? Hmm, I don’t know. You’re pretty mean sometimes. And plus, you dropped me on the floor and gave me a concussion.”
“What about the sexual sense? What am I to you then?”
Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol was baiting him to say something along the lines of “You’re my lover”, but Baekhyun never was one to follow the status quo or whatever was expected of him.
“You and I are sex friends, who—”
“Wrong. Try again.”
Baekhyun quirked his lips and pretended to think. “You’re right. You and I aren’t necessarily friends, so I guess that’s why that one was wrong.” He paused. “You’re my boss and I do whatever you want me to do.”
Chanyeol clicked his tongue. “Stop playing with me. It’s annoying.”
“But you like annoying.”
“I don’t like annoying,” Chanyeol refuted.
Baekhyun raised his brows, giving Chanyeol a quick, doubtful look. “You do if you’re spending nights with me,” he said, batting his eyes.
Letting the true statement go, Chanyeol muttered, “Whatever” and continued back to his task. As he pulled the box open, he explained what it was. “I didn’t want you getting lost at the zoo so I thought that I’d get you a phone.”
Moving his head back, Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a suspicious look. “A cellphone.”
“Yep,” Chanyeol replied curtly as he opened the box. Taking the brand new touch screen out, Chanyeol looked at it for a moment before holding it out to Baekhyun. “You can text and call whoever you want, though I’m sure you won’t because you have no friends, really.”
Taking the phone from Chanyeol, Baekhyun stared at it. “I could always make some.”
“Yeah, but you probably won’t with a personality like yours,” Chanyeol said, flicking the side of Baekhyun’s head.
“I don’t see you bringing in friends here either, Mr. Wonderful,” Baekhyun snorted, turning on the cellphone and watched in giddy excitement as the device flashed.
“Hn.” Sitting down in a chair, Chanyeol watched as Baekhyun played with the phone for a moment. “You need to add me in your contacts. Add the home phone also.”
Despite being new to the device, Baekhyun quickly found the contacts book and added in Chanyeol’s profile. “What’s your number, giant?” he briskly asked. Chanyeol ran through his cell number once and asked if Baekhyun needed him to repeat it. Baekhyun only shook his head, telling him that he had it down, which really shouldn’t have surprised Chanyeol at all. He was engaged to Byun Baekhyun, the genius as well as the complete and utter moron.
“I need a photo ID…” Baekhyun muttered. He clicked open the camera app and pointed the lens at Chanyeol. “Smile.” When Chanyeol cracked a smile, Baekhyun shook his head. “Drop the smile.”
“What the hell?”
“Can you look—I don’t know. Can you look like your normal self?”
Chanyeol creased his brows and frowned. “I don’t know, Baek. What do I look like when I’m being my normal sel—” He heard a click and stop. “Damn it, Baek—”
Baekhyun flipped the cellphone over so Chanyeol could see. “Having your mouth open and your eyes all funky and half closed is how you look like when you’re being your usual self, Chanyeol—well, at least this is how you look like to me. It’s okay. I still think that you’re pretty good looking in this photo. Kind of—It’s okay. I like this one.”
Unamused by the unflattering picture that Baekhyun took, Chanyeol took out his own phone. He noticed unread messages from Kris, but decided to ignore them as he unlocked the screen. “I just remembered I need to put you in mine.” Clicking on his own camera app, Chanyeol turned Baekhyun’s seat so that it’d face him and nodded with a static expression. “Look pretty, you prim donna.”
Smirking, Baekhyun smiled big for Chanyeol’s camera. “Click it.”
With drawling eyes, Chanyeol lifted up his foot and nudged it in between Baekhyun’s legs, surprising him. Shocked, Baekhyun jumped, but as Chanyeol pressed more against it, Baekhyun had to stop and grab his feet, trying to push it away. Still, he had no chance. After a few seconds, Baekhyun was making noises and whining for Chanyeol to stop. Just when Baekhyun looked up at him with a desperate face, Chanyeol snapped a photo and immediately dropped his foot.
Baekhyun lunged for the cellphone, but Chanyeol kept him back, teasing him by pretending to examine the photo intently. “Look at your face. Never mind that photo of you cross dressing, Baek. This one could get me off faster.”
When he was alone in his work room, Chanyeol finally decided to open all the text messages from Kris. After reading the short and brief messages, he decided to call him for formal measures.
“Ah, great. You finally called me back. Wonderful,” Kris replied with a voice just dripping with sarcasm.
Ignoring the tone, Chanyeol asked, “Did the board see my work and make a budget yet? What about the investors?”
“About that, they suggested you make some changes,” Kris said. “I’m not exactly into this entire math thing, so I don’t know how significant these changes will be.”
Rubbing his brows, Chanyeol paced around his room. “Fine. When do you think you can mail those files over here?”
“By mail? Maybe a week.”
“No, Kris. I need to get these changes done fast. I don’t wanna lose anybody here.”
“Right. Because, who knows? They might just head on over to the Byun’s and god forbid them doing business with a company that you’re going to merge with anyways.”
“Kris,” Chanyeol said in a warning tone.
“Relax, I’ll get them to you in a few days,” Kris muttered. “Just tell Baekhyun to get my room all nice and ready.”
Chanyeol stopped. “What?”
“I heard what you said,” Chanyeol said, irritated. “I’m just wondering if I fucking caught your drift—”
“Well, if you sound like you’re angry right now, then yeah. You got my drift,” Kris laughed. “If you want those papers as soon as possible, I’m gonna have to drop by. It’d be quicker that way. You and I both know that.”
Chanyeol took the phone off his ear for a moment and contemplated breaking it. Then he reminded himself that breaking the phone wouldn’t really hurt Kris. It’d hurt his bank account, but not Kris. With a thin patience, Chanyeol resumed with the call. “Fine,” he said in a hard voice. “When will you be here?”
“A few days. Not quite sure yet, but in the upcoming days for sure.”
Even though he didn’t necessarily want Kris around, Chanyeol had no choice. “Alright—But Kris, you’re only staying here for a day—maybe two, depending on how fast I can get these changes done.”
“I hope you work like a snail, Yeol, because then that means I’ll get more bonding time with Baekhyun—or Kyungsoo, depending on who’s single and willing.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
“I’m gonna count on it anyways,” Kris laughed. “Alright, well that’s it. I’ll see you in a few days.”
After Chanyeol hung up on Kris, he heaved a sigh, mentally preparing himself on what was to come when Kris would appear back in his house again. He didn’t know if he’d make Baekhyun another proposal or hit on his household members again. The only thing Chanyeol didn’t really mind Kris taking was Nugget, but then it occurred to him that perhaps if Kris took Nugget, then Baekhyun would leave in pursuit of him.
Chanyeol changed his mind. He didn’t want Kris taking anyone—not even the dog. Nugget was a fat, stubby, annoying, and picky dog, but he was a useful pawn when it came to Baekhyun.
Pulling him from his thoughts on life, Chanyeol felt his phone vibrate and ring. The first thought that came into mind was Kris calling him back, but the desperate—and slightly erotic—face that popped up on the screen proved otherwise. With a small grin on his face, Chanyeol tried to maintain a hard tone. “What’re you calling me for, Baek?”
“Dinner’s ready, my beloved,” Baekhyun snickered.
Glancing up at the ceiling, Chanyeol sighed inwardly. “Thanks for calling, Baek.”
“You’re welcome! I was just letting you know.”
“Couldn’t you have come in here and told me in person, though?” he suggested.
“I thought about it, but then I thought, ‘Do I really wanna walk all that way?’ and then I decided that I didn’t. So I decided to call you instead,” Baekhyun said, proudly. “It’s funny because you look so stupid in your photo.”
“Ha, I’m laughing so hard,” Chanyeol said in a monotone.
“I know you are—on the inside,” Baekhyun said, playing along. “Anyways, move your long legs over here. We’re all waiting for you.”