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Not Intended 49

Chapter 49
Cutting Wood and the Black Box Delivery

The next few days passed by in idleness.

Baekhyun tried to keep out of Chanyeol’s way, but Chanyeol was sure that the smaller male was over doing it. Whenever he needed to see Baekhyun, Baekhyun was never around, and when he was, he was so affectionate, Chanyeol had to force himself to pull away.

There was nothing different in the way Baekhyun was other than his sudden disappearances at times when he was usually around. He still had the same quirky smile and the same loud greeting he’d cry out whenever Chanyeol emerged from his god forsaken room.

At night, they still touched, but Baekhyun refused to have sex very adamantly one night, which threw Chanyeol into a loop. It wasn’t the first time the smaller male had said no, but it was the first time that they actually didn’t do anything despite how much Chanyeol tried to coax him into intimacy.

The next morning after that night ended up being normal. Baekhyun woke up earlier than Chanyeol did, but when he tried to slip out like he had been doing for the last few days, Chanyeol caught him by the waist and locked him in his arms, refusing to let him go so early in the morning. Baekhyun struggled, but it didn’t do anything to help his case.

It was inevitable with all the naked skinship that Chanyeol grew hard, groaning whenever Baekhyun tried to wriggle out harder. When Baekhyun realized what he had done, he stopped and froze momentarily. After laying still for a few seconds, he felt Chanyeol’s lips against his neck and gave up what he decided to hold back the night before.

Baekhyun ended up riding down on Chanyeol hard that morning before they changed their position, which had Baekhyun biting down on his pillow to try and keep his voice muffled as Chanyeol drove into him with a sense of urgency.

Baekhyun tried to take up a hobby in order to steer clear of Chanyeol's way while he worked. Looking in the basement, he found a basket of unused yarn and an entire knitting kit. Snorting, he figured that Chanyeol’s grandmother had gotten him the items in hope that her grandson would join her knitting club. Obviously, Chanyeol did not take an interest.

For a few hours, Baekhyun stayed in the basement sitting on a rug, trying to figure out how knit all by himself. When he couldn’t figure it out, he stopped. Looking around, he found a board of unused wood. Then, he got a bright idea.

He got up and ran upstairs with his board of wood. As he passed by the kitchen, he was spotted by Kyungsoo, who was confused as to why Baekhyun was running across the house with a piece of wood.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m making a board,” Baekhyun proudly said. “Where’s Sehun?”

Kyungsoo didn’t look too pleased at Baekhyun’s new adventure, but nonetheless, he answered. “Outside.”


Skillfully, Baekhyun slid open the door with his foot. Kyungsoo watched as the weird male his boss called his “lover” skip out the door with his board. Disappearing off to the side of the house, Baekhyun became irrelevant in Kyungsoo’s world as soon as he was out of sight. If Baekhyun got hurt and Chanyeol asked who was responsible, Kyungsoo could pin it on Sehun because Byun Baekhyun and his board of wood was now the responsibility of the house’s gardener.

“Baek, I don’t think this is a good idea anymore!” Sehun cried over the loud sound of the machine.

“This’ll only take a second!”

“I’ll do it for you!” Sehun argued.

Baekhyun shook his head. “No. I can do it.”

“If you cut your hand off, Chanyeol’s going to cut off my head.”

“No, he won’t,” Baekhyun snorted. “He’s not that scary.”

Sehun’s palms began to sweat as he watched Baekhyun handle the small skill saw. If he was using it by himself, Sehun wouldn’t have found the silver blade going at a high rate to be intimidating. But because it was Baekhyun handling the dangerous tool, he couldn’t help but feel as if he needed to dig his grave soon.

Baekhyun was concentrated. He had already pre-drawn his lines as to where he was going to cut, but even though he was prepared, Sehun felt like a grandfather about to have a cholesterol-induced heart attack.

“Baek, hurry up and be done with it—Wait, no. Take your time. Don’t cut off your fingers, please…” Sehun pleaded.

“I won’t. You’ll see…”

Sehun was prepared to plead guilty to all criminal charges of unintended manslaughter when Baekhyun began cutting little rectangular slots onto the side of his board. Surprisingly, Baekhyun got through most of his crafty cutting without any accident. When he finished, Sehun finally let out a breath of relief.

“See?” Baekhyun said, laughing at the look on Sehun’s face. “Nothing bad happened.”

Sehun was about to laugh along and agree until Baekhyun mindlessly tried to turn the blade off by leaning over it for the switch. Within a heartbeat, the edge of his shirt got caught in the spinning contraption and by quick reflex, he caught hold of the table, which allowed him to pull back.

“Sehun!” he cried. “Help me!”

Panicking, Sehun ran immediately to the power outlet and unplugged the machine. Quickly and gradually, the blade stopped spinning. Baekhyun’s shirt was shredded and still lodged in between the sharp blades.

Baekhyun didn’t know why he felt his eyes tearing up. It was either because he could have died or because the teddy bear printed shirt that he got off at a clearance sale was shredded. He didn’t know which reason was more important.

Breathing hard from that near catastrophic event, Sehun thanked the heavens for all the luck in the world that both of them were blessed with at the moment. If Baekhyun hadn’t held on and if he hadn’t run over and unplugged the damn thing in time, Sehun would have found himself in jail for allowing an idiot to cut a board he found in the basement.

Rubbing his forehead, Sehun said, “Take off your shirt. It’s gone now…”

Baekhyun’s lips wobbled as his eyes drifted down to where his shirt was stuck. “This was…This was on clearance…” he said quietly.

“We can get you another one,” Sehun offered. “I’m sure if you ask Chanyeol, he’ll give us some money to go shopping.”

“No, he’ll tell me to buy something nice,” Baekhyun said. “He doesn’t like shirts like these…”

Sehun pursed his lips and nodded. “Well, get out of it anyways. We’ll figure this out later,” he said.

Knowing that Sehun had a point, Baekhyun nodded and struggled out of the shirt. When he finally freed himself, he stumbled back slightly before grabbing onto his body. “For the record, these aren’t bug bites.”

“I know they aren’t,” Sehun awkwardly replied as he began to take off his own shirt.

Confused, Baekhyun asked, “What’re you doing?”

Once the shirt was off, Sehun tossed it over to Baekhyun. “I don’t think you want to walk around the house without a shirt on.”

“I don’t mind,” Baekhyun said, smiling.

“Chanyeol might,” Sehun mumbled. “Just wear it.”

Shrugging, Baekhyun complied. As he fixed the shirt on him, Sehun took the wooden board off the sawing table and held it out for Baekhyun as the smaller male was about to make an exit from the work shed.

“What’d you need this for, anyways?”

Taking the board into his hands, Baekhyun’s eyes lit up. “I’m going to weave a rug!” When Sehun gave him a confused brow, Baekhyun elaborated. “I found yarn in the basement. I can’t knit, but I thought I’d weave a small rug instead. I found this thing and I thought I could make a weaving board out of it. It’s not the best, but it’ll do.”

“You…want to weave.”

“I want a hobby,” Baekhyun corrected. “Something that’ll keep me out of Chanyeol’s way while he’s working, you know…”

“Oh, okay,” Sehun said nodding. “Well, you should probably go back inside—Where’re you going to weave?”

“In the basement,” Baekhyun replied, stepping outside the shed.

“Does Chanyeol know that’s where you’ve been spending your time?” Sehun asked, sticking his head out, watching as Baekhyun began to walk back to the main house. “He’s been wondering where you disappear off to.”

“Tell him not to worry about it!” Baekhyun yelled as he walked farther away. “What harm can I do with yarn?”

As they ate dinner, Chanyeol couldn’t help but feel odd at what he was staring. Nobody else seemed to have cared or noticed, but it was beyond the point where he could just simply ignore it.

“Why the hell is the dog sitting on a shitty ass rug?”

Baekhyun gave up on weaving.

Boredom ensued the next day, but when there was a knock at the door, joy came in the form of a black box. Sehun had answered the door and signed off the package. After looking at the label, he saw who it was addressed to.

“Package for Park Baekhyun,” Sehun said, holding himself back from snorting.

As if using a super hearing aid meant for the elderly who couldn’t hear as well, Baekhyun heard the flower boy’s call and ran from his bedroom all the way to the living room where Sehun was holding the box. Nugget tried to keep up with his dad, but his small legs couldn’t get him very far without falling behind.

Halting drastically in front of Sehun, Baekhyun snatched the box from the younger male’s hands and quickly walked over to the kitchen where he pulled out a kitchen knife and began to cut open the package.

“What’s with the Park Baekhyun?”

“They needed a first and last name,” Baekhyun replied nonchalantly.

“So, you decided to use our boss’ name,” Sehun clarified.

“No harm done,” Baekhyun said as he ripped the tape off.

Once he pulled the opening flaps apart, Baekhyun’s face immediately flashed. “They’re so beautiful…”

Curious, Sehun moved over to where Baekhyun had stationed himself at the kitchen and peered inside. “What’re you looking at—” He stopped when he realized he was staring a box full of adult toys. “Nevermind,” he mumbled as he stepped away.

Nugget, who had finally made it to the kitchen, was pawing at Baekhyun’s leg, barking up at him. Laughing, Baekhyun took the box in his arms. Making sure to step over Nugget, Baekhyun began to run his way back to his room.

Running too fast, the box jiggled far too much for some of the items inside. A black item jumped out and fell on the floor. Before Baekhyun could bend down and grab it, Nugget, who was right behind him, grabbed the eight inch item with his mouth and ran off back to where he came from.

Sighing, Baekhyun continued back to his room. Closing the door behind him, he set the box on his bed and climbed on. Taking everything out, he checked over the quality and carefully read the manual on some of them concerning how one should take care of adult toys.

After digging around some more, Baekhyun found the tube of lube that he bought along with the three dildos, two vibrators, and one bullet. Tempted to test it out, Baekhyun pulled down his pajama pants and shrugged off the cardigan he was wearing.

Leaning back against his pillow, he made himself comfortable before curling his body to a point where his ass faced up. Humming, he made sure nothing was in the way of his entrance. With his legs spread and his pajama pants at his bent knees, Baekhyun used his teeth to rip the plastic wrapping off the lube.

While he was singing a song to himself, he slowly twisted the cap and took off the seal. Then he twisted the top back on and flipped it open.

But, before he could splay an amount on his fingers, the door opened and Chanyeol stepped inside with Nugget in one arm and a black dildo in the other hand.

Freezing in place, Chanyeol stared in Baekhyun’s surprised eyes for a minute, not daring to say a word. Then, he slowly moved his attention to the black box before moving back to Baekhyun’s intimate position with himself.

The next thing Nugget knew, he was thrown out of his dad’s room and he didn’t even get his deeldo back.

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