exobubz (exobubz) wrote,

The Letter 49

Chapter 49
Strike Two

On Monday morning, a tad bit sore from Saturday, Baekhyun made his way downstairs after he dressed himself, greeting his parents with a kiss on the their cheeks. He then took his place at the table.

As he began to eat, his mother asked him, “How’s school been?”

Baekhyun chewed and gulped down the food that was in his mouth before answering. “School’s going fine. I have to study for finals and university tests, but that’s all about left.”

His mother nodded. “You’re graduating in two months,” she said with a small smile on her face.


His parents exchanged glances with each other for a second, fully aware that their son would see it. Curious, Baekhyun asked, “What was that?”

The two were silent for a split moment before his mom spoke and gave him a look. “Baekhyun, listen. Your father ‘s not going to be at your graduation.”

Baekhyun froze. His eyes moved over to his father, who was nodding at every word that his mother was saying. Baekhyun’s mouth twitched and his appetite for breakfast slightly diminished. Putting his utensils down, he scrunched his brows. “What? What do you mean? Is dad sick?”

Letting out a chuckle, his father shook his head. “No. It’s actually for different reasons, actually.”

Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief. “Oh…Good.” Then he asked, “So why won’t you be there?”

Baekhyun’s father took a deep breath in. “I actually won’t be in the country by the time your graduation comes around.”

Baekhyun was taken aback. What the hell? He was out of the obvious reasons as to why his own dad wasn’t going to be at his graduation, much less the entire country of South Korea. “Why?” he asked. “What’s going on?” His eyes moved over to his mother. “Where’s he going?”

Baekhyun’s mother smiled again, much to Baekhyun’s surprise. The mood seemed gloomy and ominous to him, but apparently, he was catching on the wrong sense. Moving towards her son, she put her hands on his shoulders and began to lightly massage them. “Honey, your dad got a job opportunity.”

“A job opportunity?” Baekhyun repeated as he body swayed forward with every movement of his mother’s hand.

His father nodded, taking a drink out of his mug. “There were new openings in the company that I work for over in the States. They offered me the job along with an expat package to take you guys along, too.”

Baekhyun’s jaw dropped. “Take us along? I can’t—”

His dad held up a hand. “I know, I know. That is why I will be going there alone. You and your mother will stay here. The job contract is only for a year and a half. I’ll be back once you’re in college already.”

Baekhyun felt split. He was elated at the fact that he would be able to stay, graduate his friends, and resume with his boring plans for the future, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have a dad for a year and a half. Adding on to that, his dad wouldn’t even be at his own graduation.

Glancing down for a moment in silence, Baekhyun asked, “When are you leaving?”

“Three weeks.”

“Oh…” The word escaped briskly past Baekhyun’s lips. “That’s going to come around the corner pretty soon,” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” his mother said, nodding. “We were going to ask you if you wanted to go, but then we thought that you wouldn’t have wanted to leave your friends and plans behind.” She let go of her son’s shoulders and walked over to take a seat in the only spot open. “The benefits were really nice, too. Housing would be paid in full. They even put in some money to help you if you wanted to go to college abroad on an expat program.”

Baekhyun gulped. “That sounds really nice,” he muttered. He had to admit it, though. Extra help with college payments would lessen the burden on his parents and on himself, too. But still, Baekhyun didn’t want to leave…

“It is, but it’s alright. The money I make over there will be more than I make here so I can help out with college payments for you,” his father said, smiling.

Baekhyun opened his mouth, but no words came out. He blinked and momentarily pursed his lips. “Ah…Okay,” he softly let out. He looked down at his food and suddenly appreciated it because it was made by his parents, who put everything in whatever they did in order to make his life easier. Without a thought, he picked up his utensil and began eating it again.

When he finished, he carefully set his plate and other things in the sink. Baekhyun then turned to his parents, smiling at them. “Thanks for breakfast.”

They responded by cutting their conversation with each other to look at their son and smile back. Baekhyun then left the house once he grabbed his bag near the staircase and loudly said his good-byes.

Even though Chanyeol was the first person he saw at school, Baekhyun couldn’t get himself to invite the giant first. Chanyeol was like the largest present under a Christmas tree. Baekhyun would get to him last.

When he entered the classroom early, Sehun was already in his seat, blankly staring off into the distance, seeming as if he was deep in thought. Baekhyun almost didn’t want to interrupt him, but he needed to.

Walking over, Baekhyun smiled at his former love and waved. “Hey.”

Sehun nodded in his direction. “Hi.”

“Did I interrupt an important thought?” Baekhyun grinned.

Sehun softly scoffed, shaking his head. “No.”

Turning around, Baekhyun grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it closer to Sehun’s desk. “Listen. My birthday’s on the sixth, this Sunday. I wanted to invite you to this little get together at some restaurant Kyungsoo picked out. He already reserved a table for that day. Now I just need to ask people.”

Sehun gave him a blank stare for a second. “The sixth? I don’t know. I have to—You know what, never mind,” Sehun said, dismissing the thought. “I don’t have to go to whatever I had planned before. I’ll go to your birthday instead.”

Baekhyun raised a brow. “Wait. No, no. Don’t cancel for—”

“It’s fine,” Sehun cut in. “I didn’t really want to go anyways. It’s kind of a social obligation because of my parents, but if I don’t want to go, I don’t have to. I’d rather be at your event anyways. It’s your birthday, for fuck’s sake, Byun. Who the hell cares about some social party with boring people?”

Baekhyun’s mouth turned up as he laughed. “If it’s really okay for you to cancel—”

“Whether it’s okay or not, I’m still canceling and going to your party, Byun,” Sehun said, finally breaking a smile.

Baekhyun looked softly at Sehun. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

The words resonated in Baekhyun’s mind, causing him to grin. The first words that Sehun ever said to him. They were insignificant words, but they had that memory attached to them that Baekhyun didn’t think would ever go away considering he spent his entire high school years pining after the guy in front of him.

Sehun lifted a hand and touched Baekhyun’s chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting his face up higher. “Well, isn’t that asshole lucky?” he smirked. Slowly, he retracted his hand. “I forgot to ask, and it might even be too late to, but how did that little date of yours go?”

The sudden reminder of that failed event caused Baekhyun to let out a nervous laugh, covering it with his arm. “Well, I got up and I, uh, changed the tickets to a movie more to his taste. Then I went downstairs and tried to find pans that I could use to make larger-than-life cupcakes. I didn’t know what else to make. Cookies seemed a little generic.”

“I bet that idiot was over the moon,” Sehun scoffed.

“Ah, maybe he would’ve been if he was actually there,” Baekhyun said, laughing.

Sehun creased his brows, moving his facial expression. “What? He wasn’t…He—Shit, that idiot.”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, rubbing the back of his neck. “He had somewhere else he needed to be.”

Sehun looked at Baekhyun and sighed. “Does he know? Does he know about the shit that you went through to—” Sehun stopped himself, reminding himself not to delve into the matter as if it was him in Baekhyun’s place. “Sorry. Let me say this again. Does the idiot know?”

Baekhyun slanted his lips and shrugged. “No. It’s okay, though. I’d rather he doesn’t. It’s too late to say anything now.”

Sehun leaned back in his chair and grumbled something. “True.” He paused. “Would it make a difference if I apologized on his behalf?”

“Probably not,” Baekhyun said, giving Sehun a reassuring grin.

“I thought so.”

There was an exchange of silence between them for a minute before Baekhyun rose from the chair and put it back. Sehun watched him. “Did you invite Chanyeol already?”

“Not yet.”

“Make sure you convince him to go to this one. Got it, Byun?” Sehun eyed as his voice silently pleaded with the guy to take him seriously. Mentally knowing what that social party was about and who had to definitely be there without a doubt, Sehun knew Baekhyun had to be very convincing in order to pry Chanyeol from initial plans.

“Got it.”

Sehun fixed his posture, fixing his position for the better, and watched Baekhyun turn to go to his own assigned desk. “I’ll see you on the sixth then,” he said, to which Baekhyun smiled and nodded.

Baekhyun invited everyone gradually. Everyone at the table he sat at during lunch was already invited even before he could even say a word. Kyungsoo had taken over the job. During a short break, Baekhyun found Kai in the bathroom. It wasn’t the ideal place to invite someone to a birthday, but it had to do. As for Kris, Baekhyun had Tao text him since Baekhyun often saw Tao tailing with Wu.

It wasn’t until school ended that Baekhyun’s procrastination was put on the block and he knew that he had to invite Chanyeol. Catching up with the giant wasn’t too hard, especially since Chanyeol was looking for him at the same time.

Even before completely reaching Chanyeol’s locker, Chanyeol already spotted Baekhyun walking over, had closed his locker, and was quickly pacing himself to meet him halfway. Without hesitation, Chanyeol threw his arms around Baekhyun, picking the wriggling guy off his feet momentarily while, at the same time, dealing with resisting blows to his chest.

Laughing, Chanyeol set him down. “What’s up?”

Fixing his disheveled hair and the crimps in his uniform caused by Chanyeol, Baekhyun mumbled out his words. “Nothing—Shit. Did you really have to do that?”

“No, but I wanted to,” Chanyeol replied, chuckling.

Baekhyun sighed and rolled his eyes, which earned him a flinch-worthy pinch on the cheek. He cursed while he rubbed his face, frowning up at the tall giant. “All of a sudden, I don’t wanna invite you anymore,” Baekhyun muttered.

Chanyeol froze. “What? Invite me to what?” When Baekhyun blankly stared at him—something that he learned from Sehun—Chanyeol frowned, unimpressed. He lightly shoved Baekhyun on the shoulder just barely. “Baek. Come on.”

“Alright,” Baekhyun started. “I’m having this party—”

“—I’m going,” Chanyeol said, nodding.

Baekhyun gave him a look. “You didn’t even hear what it’s for.”

“Does it matter?”

Yes, it does, idiot, Baekhyun wanted to say. “I guess not,” he mumbled out.

“So when is it?” Chanyeol asked.

“Uh, the sixth. This…Sunday…” Baekhyun said, suddenly trailing off. “What’s wrong?”

“The sixth?” Chanyeol looked irritated all of a sudden, running a hand through his hair frustratingly. “I can’t go, then...” Upon seeing the look on Baekhyun’s face, Chanyeol reached out to touch his arm. “Baek, I’m sorry—”

Instinct told him to pull out of Chanyeol’s reach, but Baekhyun stopped himself, knowing that it would seem awkward. Baekhyun just grinned and emotionally deflated himself. “It’s fine.”


“It’s fine,” Baekhyun repeated. “I’ll have other parties.”

Chanyeol gulped, feeling like total shit. “Are you sure?”

Baekhyun nodded. “Yeah,” he sighed. It wasn’t until then how much he realized how he wanted Chanyeol to be there, but hell, it was too late to just realize then. Chanyeol couldn’t go anyways. “It’s fine. Really…” he said, unconsciously softening his voice as it trailed on.

Forcing himself to lighten up, Baekhyun smiled up at Chanyeol and lightly punched him on the torso. “Quit with the face. Like I said, I’ll have others.” He laughed tiredly. “You gotta do what you gotta do.”

“Yeah…” Chanyeol said, lightly and briskly touching Baekhyun’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Baekhyun grinned. “It’s fine.”

Kai arrived at the social event with Kris by his side as the two decided that they would go together. The plan was to attend the event, meet and greet a few people who were expecting to see them, find Chanyeol, stick with him for a while, then bail and head on over to Baekhyun’s birthday party.

Kai was impressed by the venue, but if anything, it was the typical type of scenery for someone within their social circle. Glitzy, clean cut, and shiny—with all the crystal decorations and what not.

After almost an hour in, they found Chanyeol making his way to and fro from people. Kris and Kai weren’t that surprised, but what did catch them off guard was Yoona with her arm linked with his. They knew that Yoona was back and that this was a party for her return, but what they weren’t aware of was that Chanyeol was on good terms with her already.

Kai focused in on Chanyeol’s smile. It didn’t seem forced, but he knew that the guy was good at covering his emotions. He nudged Kris on the side and the two confidently snaked their way through the crowds of people.

“Hey!” Kai said when they were close enough. It was an informal greeting, but the people that Chanyeol and Yoona were with were moving on already so there was no need to keep with the formal pretense.

Chanyeol smirked. “Hey!”

Kris nodded to Chanyeol as his way of saying hi before moving his attention to the girl beside him. “Hi, Yoona,” he said, curtly.

“Hello, Kris,” she said, nervously smiling at the tall man.

“So, uh…” Kai glanced around. “It looks nice. You guys hired a good planner.”

“Thanks,” Yoona said.

Kris didn’t even try to keep an upfront, happy-to-be-here look on his face. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Chanyeol asked.

“The arm thing,” Kris drawled, lazily lifting his hand to point at their arms.

“Oh.” Chanyeol looked at their arms. “It’s—”

“—He’s just my date for tonight,” Yoona replied for him. “Every girl should have a date.”

“Huh.” Kris glanced down, clicking his tongue. “I guess it’d suck to be single at a party.”

Chanyeol caught on to Kris’ voice. “What’s with the tone?”

Kris looked like he was annoyed enough to say something he’d regret so Kai took over. “He’s just a little tired,” Kai said, laughing it off. He snaked an arm around Kris and squeezed his shoulders.

“Then Kris, you should’ve stayed home,” Yoona said. “No point in being a grouch at an event with other people, right? It won’t do anyone any good.”

Kris raised a brow at Yoona’s bluntness. His eyes glazed on over to Chanyeol, who only slanted his lips and shrugged. “She’s kind of right, Kris” he said. “Maybe you can go get a drink and sit down for a while. I want you guys to have fun—despite how you probably won’t, but you know, we have to make the best of this.”

Yoona grinned. “Yeah, it’s my return party, Kris.” She giggled and playfully punched Kris on the arm, swaying him a bit. “Have fun.”

Kris opened his mouth to retort, but decided against saying what he was going to say in the first place.  “Sure thing.” He paused before he said, “Hey, Yoona. Speaking of drinks, mind getting us some?”

Yoona blinked before reluctantly slipping her arm from Chanyeol. “Yeah. I’ll be back,” she said as she left.

When she was gone, Kris turned his attention back to Chanyeol, who was still watching the way Yoona left. Hitting him on the arm, Kris frowned. “Yah, what was that? I thought you said you’d kill the bitch if she ever showed her face around you again.”

Kai cocked his head. “I gotta agree with Kris.”

Chanyeol rubbed his temple. “ It’s a party—her party. I have to be nice to her. Besides, living with her kind of…lessened the hate. I don’t mind her as much anymore.”

Kai glanced down, but later raised his eyes to Chanyeol. “Well, hey, listen. We won’t be sticking around.”

Chanyeol tilted his head. “What? You guys just got here—”

“Actually, we’ve been here for almost an hour,” Kris interjected.

Kai nodded. “Yeah, we’re gonna ditch this party and head on over to Byun’s—no offense to you or your ex-girlfriend. Kris and I would just rather be with other people our age,” he said, glancing off to the side to some middle-aged guests.

The reminder that he was missing yet another thing that Baekhyun had invited him to hurt. Chanyeol groaned. “Baek’s party—”

“Which I’m surprised you’re not going to,” Kris muttered. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “You’d rather be here?”

Chanyeol shrugged. “Not like I have a choice. I’m part of the host family. I have to be here and be Yoona’s little escort—”

“—date,” Kai corrected. “She said you were her date.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “It’s really just me escorting her around this place.”

“Alright,” Kris said. “Anything you want us to say to Byun?”

“Or get for him?”

Chanyeol scrunched his brows. To Kris, he said, “Tell him that I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” Then, to Kai, Chanyeol asked, “Get for him? Why would I need you to get something for him?”

Kai raised a brow and whistled. “Fuck, Yeol,” he said, exasperatingly. “It’s Byun’s birthday. You’re not gonna be there so you should at least pester one of us to get him something on your behalf—”

“Birthday?” Chanyeol asked in a hard tone. His face was moldered with a scowl. “Today’s his fucking birthday?”

Kris looked unimpressed. “Yes, Yeol. Today is Byun Baekhyun’s birthday.”

“Then the party—”

“—Is his birthday party,” Kris finished.

Chanyeol’s jaw locked and Kai noticed his friend clench his fists. “He never told me it was his fucking birthday today.”

Kai gave Chanyeol a look. “Did he even invite you?”

“He did, but never he said what it was fucking for!” Chanyeol felt like exploding right then, but he couldn’t because there were people there. He put a hand to his forehead and looked around for a bit. “Argh!”

Chanyeol could feel his restraint falling. He shot his hand back down and turned back to his two friends. “This is fucking fantastic. I don’t know whether to throttle the bastard for not telling me or hit myself for not even knowing my own boyfriend’s fucking birthday. This is just—fuck!”

Kai glanced around. “Watch your language, Yeol. You’ve got guests…”

Chanyeol took in his surroundings. “Fuck this. Fuck all of this. I’m leaving with you.”

Kris shook his head. “No.  You can’t just abandon this now, Yeol.”

Chanyeol glared at him. “Wu—”

“Listen here, ” Kris said in a threatening voice. “You have a commitment to stay here and play boyfriend-girlfriend-escort-date with Yoona.”

The mere mentioning of his role with Yoona only frustrated Chanyeol even more. “It’s his fucking birthday. I just can’t—ugh!” Chanyeol pursed his lips. “I can’t stay here. I’m not going to.”

Kai creased his brows. “We get it, Yeol, but we also get that you—being part of the host family right now—can’t fucking bail with us.”

“Like I can fucking—”

Chanyeol was cut off by the sound of Yoona’s voice. The three of them had their eyes torn from each other to look at her as she rejoined them with a cater following behind her. “I didn’t know what you guys would like, so I just ordered you these. I know that you’re not legal yet, but no one has to know, right?”

Carefully, Yoona handed one glass to Kai, who gave her a small grin. Then she gave one to Kris, who took it without a word. Lastly, she held one up for Chanyeol.  “Chanyeol?” she said, smiling up at him.

Chanyeol took the glass without even glancing at her and brashly downed the drink. Yoona was taken aback. “Chanyeol! You can’t just drink like that!”

Chanyeol grunted in response. Then he cocked at Kris and Kai. “Well?”

“Well what?” Kris responded.

“Aren’t you going to drink that?” Chanyeol asked. The tone of his voice signed that he was irritated as fuck. The reasons as to why was clear to everyone, but Yoona. “Enjoy yourself while you’re here.”

“Actually,” Kris said, swirling his drink. “I’m driving. I don’t wanna consume anything alcoholic before driving. Wouldn’t want to get drunk.”

“But you’re the one who asked me for drinks, Kris,” Yoona said, batting her eyes.

“Yeah, but now I don’t feel like it,” Kris said. He set the drink back on the caterer’s tray.

Yoona blinked at him. “Oh…Well, then that’s fine.” When Chanyeol tried to take Kris’ drink, Yoona glanced at him, gently putting his arm down. “Take breaks in between drinks, alright?”

Chanyeol frowned at her, but receded anyways. To Kris and Kai, he asked, “So when are you leaving?”

“Leaving?” Yoona repeated, but everyone ignored her.

“Uh,” Kai dragged as he looked at Kris. “Right now. We kind of have to be somewhere else,” he said to Yoona.

Kris nodded. “It’s kind of important.”

“More important than an old friend’s party?” Yoona asked, grinning up at them.

“Yeah,” Kris said, curtly. His eyes went to Chanyeol. “We’ll see you later, Yeol. Try to have fun, alright?” Chanyeol didn’t respond even as Yoona linked her arm to his again. To Kai, Kris bent a finger as he moved. “Later.”

Kai gave Chanyeol and Yoona one last look before turning around and following Kris through the crowd.

When Kris and Kai walked in the restaurant, they were greeted by the faces of Baekhyun’s friends. Kyungsoo saw Kai and it seemed as if his face got even brighter as he waved the two over.

After the two sat down, the eating and the talking continued. Kris sat with Tao while Kai sat himself next to Kyungsoo. Since Baekhyun was the birthday boy, he got the seat at the head of the table.

The position was supposed to make him feel special, but Baekhyun couldn’t help, but feel isolated. Everyone had a pair, but he was the only one who didn’t. Even Lay, who didn't seem like he liked Suho very much, was engaged in what seemed like a mild, heated discussion with him. Sehun would’ve been a partner-pair for Baekhyun, but he left a little early. Despite feeling this way, Baekhyun pushed the thought out of his head for the moment to enjoy what Kyungsoo had planned for him.

Even though Kris and Kai left an hour and a half prior, Chanyeol still couldn’t wretch his thoughts away from them, Baekhyun’s party, and ultimately, Baekhyun himself. He looked around him and felt that he didn’t want to be there anymore. Chanyeol wanted to be with the stubborn ass that forgot to mention that his own birthday was that day.

Chanyeol’s inner thoughts were in conflict. For the most part of him, he wanted to get the hell out of there and head on over to the restaurant, but the only thing that kept him grounded there was his—what Kris called—“social obligation”.

Despite it all though, Chanyeol decided to do away with his stupid social obligation. When he finally rid himself of Yoona, he slipped through the backdoors of the building, heading over to valet to get his car.

It was in the midst of driving that Chanyeol realized that he didn’t know what restaurant the party was taking place at.  He cursed and hit the wheel when he hit a stop sign. Quickly retaliating, he decided that he’d head on over to Baekhyun’s house instead. Feeling like shit, he knew that he couldn’t just appear on his boyfriend’s porch with nothing. Taking a turn, Chanyeol drove to a nearby store open at the time.

The store wasn’t anything fancy. Everything inside seemed generic.  Chanyeol looked around to what he could get and found a stuffed bear. Added onto that, he also got candy. He didn’t know whether or not Baekhyun had a sweet tooth, but either way, Chanyeol was hoping that the gesture was enough. He also went over to a small card rack and picked out a blank one. While waiting in line for check out, Chanyeol hastily put a pen with his check out items. Then he loosened his tie, feeling suffocated by the fabric all of a sudden. Once he paid for his items and got back in his car, he proceeded to make his way over to Baekhyun’s house.

When he got there, much to his disappointment, he was told that Baekhyun wasn’t home yet. Chanyeol felt a little embarrassed at the fact that he had all the things that he has just bought in hand, but being as that it was Baekhyun’s mother, who happened to like him, that opened the door, Chanyeol’s embarrassment diluted to essentially nothing.

He nodded at her and wished her a good night. When asked if he wanted to stay and wait, he shook his head, not wanting to intrude. He told her that he’d give Baekhyun the things the next day during school, to which she accepted and wished him a good night.

Chanyeol scruffled back to his car, which was parked across the street, placing all the items on the passenger seat next to him. He held in a breath before letting it out slowly. Though he told Baekhyun’s mother that he’d go home instead, Chanyeol finally decided that he’d just wait in his car until Baekhyun returned. With this decision, he rolled his window down halfway.

Fifteen minutes hadn’t gone by until a car came and stopped directly in front of Baekhyun’s house. Chanyeol fixed his seat’s position and looked. Automatically, his hand went to the keys in the engine to turn the car on, but he stopped when it rendered in his mind that the car wasn’t Baekhyun’s. Instead, Chanyeol tried to focus his eyes to make out the figures in the dark.

Despite trying, the streetlights and the light emanating from the other car wasn’t enough for Chanyeol to see who the figures that stepped out of the car were. Even though he wasn't able to see, because of his open window, Chanyeol was able to hear the voices, which he rendered out to be Baekhyun and Lay's.

Baekhyun stepped out of Lay’s car, stretching himself and moving his neck to try and get some unwanted knots out. He shut the door behind him and saw that Lay was getting out, too. “What’re you doing?”

“Walking you to the door,” Lay responded.

Baekhyun laughed,  but began walking anyways. “Fine. Why the sudden chivalry?”

Lay shrugged. “I don’t know. Suho treats you like a princess. I think that bastard’s rubbing off on me,” he muttered.

Lay walked alongside Baekhyun up to the front door, having only the front porch’s light on them. Baekhyun looked at Lay and smiled. “Thanks for offering to drive me home when Kyung ditched.”

“It’s nothing.”  Lay gave Baekhyun a smirk. “Happy birthday, though.”

Baekhyun twirled a finger unenthusiastically in the air. “Another year that I haven’t died is under my belt.”

Lay rolled his eyes, smiling. “Alright.” As they both stopped, Lay leaned in and put a hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder. “Yah, how old are you, again?” he asked, teasingly. “Cause however old you are, that’s how many times I have to kiss you.”

Baekhyun looked blankly at him before scoffing. “Ah, I don’t think I’d let you, Lay. You’re not Chanyeol.”

“I can replace him,” Lay smirked.

“No,” Baekhyun grinned.

Lay leaned in even more until their noses touched. “I can forget about Suho for a moment and service you since it’s your birthday.”

Baekhyun, unrelenting, tilted his head to the side. “I didn’t know about you and Suho, Lay,” he laughed.

“We’re more or less,” Lay muttered. “So? What do you say?”

Baekhyun stayed in his position, but shook his head. “I’d rather get a belated kiss from that idiot tomorrow.”

Lay clicked his tongue, but pulled away nonetheless. “It’s always Chanyeol in every situation,” he sarcastically sighed. “It’s okay though. One day I’ll have something that he won’t.”

Baekhyun stepped forward and touched the door handle. “Have fun with your silent one-sided competition,” he laughed. “But really. Thanks.”

Lay slowly backed away. “No problem, Byun.” Then he added, “You’re always welcome to dream of me instead of Park.”

“No thanks,” Baekhyun replied.

Lay shrugged. “Alright. Night.”

“You too.”

When Chanyeol saw Lay retreating back to his car, he couldn’t stop himself from being angry. What the hell was that? What the hell just happened?

Chanyeol didn’t know, but he sure as hell wanted to. The lighting sucked ass and his visual was no better, but as far as Chanyeol knew, Lay touched his vixen and his vixen let him. There was another thing on Chanyeol’s mind that he was cautious to not assume too quickly on.

Lay had leaned in. Chanyeol knew that much. Chanyeol also knew that Lay leaned in too much—too much for an leaning in that should ever happen in a conversation. Whether or not a brisk kiss happened was beyond Chanyeol’s judgement, but the uncertainty he felt on the matter didn’t help. All it did was raise the doubt Chanyeol had on Baekhyun, the anxiety level of their relationship, and Chanyeol’s misunderstanding for Lay.

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