When the two of them entered the house, Baekhyun saw that Kyungsoo was leaning against the refrigerator with his eyes closed as if he was too tired to work for the day. Leaving Chanyeol’s side, which made the giant somewhat disappointed in the fact that Baekhyun had left him so easily, Baekhyun quickly trudged over to the cook as fast as he could. He almost slipped along the way due to the sand stuck on his feet, which lessened the friction between him and the floor. When he swayed, Chanyeol flinched as if he was getting ready to sprint if Baekhyun fell backwards, despite the thought that he knew Baekhyun’s ass would bounce him right back up.
“Morning, Kyungsoo!” Baekhyun brightly greeted as he approached the tired cook.
Kyungsoo, in turn, didn’t answer. He lugged his body upright and stepped back, stumbling for a second before catching himself. “Coffee…Make coffee,” he muttered.
Looking at the cook that kept on rubbing his eyes, Baekhyun gave him a lopsided grin. “Okay,” he said, shrugging.
Moving out of the kitchen, Baekhyun jogged down the hallway while unwrapping the towel from his body. Annoyed by his recklessness, Chanyeol was quick to step inside the house and stick his head down the hallway.
Baekhyun had already turned the corner, but Chanyeol didn’t miss the sound of an idiot falling down and trying to stifle a cry to protect his childish pride. Shaking his head, Chanyeol walked back into the kitchen where Kyungsoo was squinting his eyes at him in a tired fashion.
“Are you…Are you going to go check on him?” Kyungsoo asked sluggishly.
“I’m gonna leave him for a while…” Chanyeol answered slowly as he gazed at Kyungsoo. “How much did you drink?”
“Enough to feel like I wanna die,” Kyungsoo groaned.
Raising his brows, Chanyeol hummed for a moment as his eyes wandered from Kyungsoo’s hair and down to his undone pants. “Did you do something you weren’t supposed to?”
Kyungsoo gave him a look. “Like drink on the job?”
“I don’t mind if you drink on the job as long as you don’t overdo it,” Chanyeol clarified. He paused for a second before flatly asking, “Did you and the kid have sex last night?”
Suddenly picking up his posture, Kyungsoo creased his brows as he rubbed his forehead. “God, no,” he muttered, closing his eyes. “I’d never do that.”
Chanyeol pursed his lips. “You know, just because you work for me doesn’t mean you should limit your love life. That’s not what I’m trying to do—”
“That’s not it,” Kyungsoo slightly snapped, catching himself before he snapped any louder. When he saw the look on Chanyeol’s surprised face, he took a step back and sighed. “We didn’t do anything. I had my reasons, oddly enough. Considering how mentally gone I was last night, I’m surprised I even stopped the entire thing.”
Walking across the kitchen, Kyungsoo opened one of the top cabinets, trying to reach for a mug. When he couldn’t, Chanyeol moved over and got it for him. Afterwards, Kyungsoo trudged over to the kitchen island, set the mug down, took a seat on a stool, and set his head down on the granite counter.
“Did you not have lube?” Chanyeol asked genuine curiosity.
“I had some,” Kyungsoo muttered with half his face flat on the surface.
“He couldn’t get started?”
“No…” Kyungsoo said.
Creasing his brows, Chanyeol frowned as he ran out of possible reasons. “Then I don’t see what the—”
Groaning, Kyungsoo sat up and threw Chanyeol a look. “He’s straight!” he cried. “He’s never touched another guy! I wasn’t about to wake up with a bleeding butt because he doesn’t know how to—how to…You know.”
Chanyeol snorted as he strode over and brought out the things needed to brew coffee. “Then it sucks to be you,” he said as he plugged the coffee maker in. “Kai’s inexperienced.”
“Oh, yeah, boo hoo me,” Kyungsoo sarcastically muttered. “Kai’s doesn’t have the experience level Baekhyun has.”
For a while, Chanyeol remained quiet as he set up the machine and took out a scoop of grounded beans. “You mean slut level experience?”
Blinking a few times, Kyungsoo raised his head slightly. “Did I hear you correctly?” he asked. “Slut level?”
After wallowing in it for a moment, Chanyeol waved a hand. “Never mind. Wrong choice of words.”
“Little bit,” Kyungsoo mumbled.
Minutes passed before Kyungsoo and Chanyeol heard footsteps that weren’t their own. Instinctively, Chanyeol looked toward the wing where Baekhyun disappeared off to. Despite his instincts, it was Kris who emerged from the opposite wing.
“Look at you two early morning birds,” Kris yawned as he ruffled his hair. With his eyes looking at Chanyeol, he struck out a grin. “Having an affair behind your maid’s back with the cook?”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes before turning on the tiny machine and letting the coffee begin to brew. “It’s too early in the morning for you to start talking,” Chanyeol said.
“It’s too early in the morning for your lovely maid to be out half naked in the ocean.” Instantly, Chanyeol glanced at him. Laughing, Kris held up his hands in front of him as he took a seat at the table. “I’m just saying.”
“Can you stop watching other people like it’s your business?” Chanyeol asked, giving Kris a look.
Glancing upwards, Kris pretended to think about it. “I could, but it’s boring around here and there’s nothing much to do. Watching Baekhyun’s the most interesting thing this place has to offer.”
With a dissatisfied look on his face, Chanyeol turned and crouched down to retrieve pans that would be needed. “Kyungsoo, go sit down at the table—Actually, go clean yourself up. Take a shower.”
Dramatically sighing, Kyungsoo conceded. “Fine.” Hopping off the stool, he slowly walked toward the hallway to his room. As he passed Kris, he noticed the curious look that came upon the male’s face.
“Why do you look so shit faced?”
“Why are you talking to me?” Kyungsoo snapped before picking up his pace and walking faster down the hall before Kris could answer his rhetorical question.
After Kyungsoo took his leave, Chanyeol was left with Kris, but neither found much to talk about until Chanyeol mentioned Baekhyun once again. Kris noticed him looking around every once in a while as if expecting to see his maid pop out of thin air.
“Is Baekhyun awake yet or did he go back to sleep?”
Chanyeol frowned. “Why do you care?”
“It’s just a question.”
Chanyeol paused for a second. “He’s coming back. He’s just changing.”
Kris accepted the explanation for a minute, but after two minutes passed with an ensued silence, he stood up from the table. “I need to take a leak.”
“What do you want me to do? Write you a hall pass?” Chanyeol scoffed. “Go to the bathroom.”
Shrugging, Kris started out, heading back down the wing of his room. When Chanyeol’s attention on him dropped, Kris changed course, heading down the other hallway under no detection from the giant.
He didn’t necessarily know what he was looking for or what the hell came over him to turn the other direction, but Kris found himself opening door after door until he reached the farthest bathroom in Chanyeol’s hall.
With no hesitation, he pushed the door open and was met with Baekhyun turning to him with slightly red eyes. The faucet was on, and by first impression, Baekhyun looked like he was washing something out.
“I needed to pee,” Kris simply said.
“Ah—Okay, sorry,” Baekhyun apologized. He quickly shut the water off.
“What were you doing?”
“I fell,” Baekhyun mumbled. “Then I was washing my hand and I got soap in my eyes…”
“Yeah…” Picking up his spirit, Baekhyun smiled up at the tall man blocking his way out of the bathroom. “Excuse me, sir. Chanyeol’s waiting for me to make coffee—”
“He already made some,” Kris said.
Baekhyun’s face remained statically happy. “Then I should just go and kiss him.”
“Oh, you wanna kiss him?” Kris asked, raising an interested brow.
“Yeah, so I should get out of here,” Baekhyun said. “Excuse me.”
“You know, you got pretty drunk last night,” Kris piped, changing the direction of the conversation. “I had to carry you all the way back to your room.”
“Oh, you had to?” Baekhyun said with a laugh. “Not Chanyeol?”
“Why're you asking? Kris said carefully. “Don't you remember?”
Baekhyun blinked. Then a slow grin formed on his face. “I was too drunk to remember, maybe. It was probably you if you say so. My memory's a little on the poor side.”
“Harder than when—”
Pulled backwards, Kris stumbled, clutching onto the frame of the door to avoid falling.
“Hi, giant,” Baekhyun said, smiling up at Chanyeol's unamused face. “I heard you made coffee—”
“Only because you were taking too long changing—” Chanyeol pulled Kris away and leaned forward, looking closely at Baekhyun's face. “Why're your eyes red?”
“Soap,” Baekhyun replied, moving his face back.
Chanyeol studied him, searching for whatever clues he needed to see if Baekhyun was lying through his teeth, but when he detected nothing, he looked away. “Hurry up and dry yourself. You fucked up my cook last night and now you have to help out with the cooking this morning.”
“Okay,” Baekhyun replied.
Glancing at the sink, Chanyeol sighed. “Clean up. I'll meet you in the kitchen.” Turning back to Kris, Chanyeol frowned. “Get the papers for today ready.”
After pausing for a short moment, Chanyeol hesitantly but successfully turned and started walking back out the hall. When he turned the corner, the smile on Baekhyun's face fell slightly as he watched.
Once Chanyeol was gone, Baekhyun slowly checked to see if the faucet was completely shut and flipped the bathroom light off. As he closed the door, he glanced up at Kris' face and mustered up a smile.
“You should stop smiling,” Kris commented. “It's starting to look a little fake.” Running his hand throw his hair, he slanted his lips. “Chanyeol's not around. You can stop pretending it's soap.”
Laughing, Baekhyun stuck out his tongue as he took a step forward. “You’re right. I was washing away my slutty tears. The soap didn’t help make me any cleaner—On the bright side, coffee’s done so I don’t have to make it!”
Holding onto Kris’ hand, Baekhyun began to pull the both of them out the hallway and back to the main living area. After a few seconds, he said, “You need to moisturize.”
“The only time I put lotion on my hands is when I touch myself,” Kris said, shrugging as he allowed for Baekhyun to string him along.
“I can give you some of mine if you want—” Suddenly, Baekhyun let go of his hand and started fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. “But only a little bit because Yeol bought it for me a while back and he said it was just for me.”
“It’s not like he’s going to smell my hands.”
“Well, we don’t know that,” Baekhyun said, giving him a look. “He’s pretty good at knowing things—Sometimes, I call it Chanyeol Intuition.”
“And other times,” Kris started, “it’s called ‘you suck at lying.’”
Baekhyun sat on the idea, but then shook his head. “No. I’m pretty solid at lying.”
“More solid that when Chanyeol had me against a wall—That wall was very solid, Kris. Very solid,” Baekhyun said, wiggling a finger. “Solid as can be.”
“I sure hope so,” Kris scoffed. “Or else you need to check the infrastructure of this house if it wasn’t.”
Baekhyun opened his mouth to reply, but Chanyeol stalked his way around the corner. “You’re slow—both of you,” he muttered as he stopped him in front of Baekhyun and took him by the hand. “Honey,” he said with a voice marked with a hint of sarcasm, “hurry your pretty little ass up, because our cook just went back to sleep because of your bright idea to drink last night.”
“Oh, it was my idea?” Baekhyun laughed.
Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he pulled Baekhyun along, making sure that Kris was following close behind. “Don’t pretend like you don’t remember,” Chanyeol said, scoffing.
Baekhyun tilted his head. “But I don’t.”
Chanyeol gripped his hand. “You’re lying through your teeth, Baekhyun,” he sighed.
“You’re good at knowing when I am, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, grinning up at him. “Very good...”