The drive on the way home was silent, but Chanyeol figured that the tension he felt was one-sided on his part. Baekhyun didn’t seem like he felt this silent tension. He was humming and drumming his fingers on the window. Chanyeol didn’t mind so much of his vicarious and unorthodox new worker until he decided to play his feet up on the dashboard.
Chanyeol used a hand to forcibly take Baekhyun’s legs off the surface. “Never put your feet anywhere inside this car other than the floor.”
Baekhyun was about to snap that Chanyeol was a nobody and that he didn’t take orders, but then he remembered—again—that he had a job. He cocked his head to his employer and smiled, though Chanyeol knew that this smile was fake as fuck. “Of course.”
Deciding not to comment on Baekhyun’s tone, Chanyeol changed the subject. “Since you’re new and since you weren’t fired this morning for trying to touch me, we might as well get to know each other.”
Baekhyun glanced up, pretending to think about it. “How about no.”
“How about you start talking or else I’ll kick you out right here in this god forsaken flat land and make you walk all the way back to the house?”
There were no bullets to that threat and Baekhyun knew it. Nevertheless, he rolled with the punch that Chanyeol threw his way. His fingers slipped and found the door lock, unlocking it. “Okay.”
At the sound of the click, Chanyeol’s head snapped to Baekhyun’s side just in time to see Baekhyun in the midst of pushing the car door open. Instinctively, Chanyeol stepped on the brakes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “Walking back to the house, Mr. Park.”
Chanyeol eyed Byun Baekhyun. “I wasn’t being serious.”
Baekhyun bobbled his head before pushing the door open, taking advantage of the car not being in motion. “I’ll just follow the shore line. I’ll get there eventually.” Baekhyun shut the door before Chanyeol could speak and began to walk.
Inside the car, Chanyeol watched his maid defiantly walk with his hands in his pockets. “Did they do the right background check?” he mumbled to himself. Cause this guy doesn’t seem like he belongs to a family like the Byuns. Then Chanyeol thought. But then again, his attitude is arrogant—typical. Sighing, Chanyeol put the car in motion, slowly moving next to Baekhyun. Then he rolled the window down. “Yah! Get back in the car!”
“Can’t,” Baekhyun replied, keeping his head looking forward. “You’re gonna make me talk about myself.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Chanyeol was trying to figure out how to drive, while trying to talk to Baekhyun with his head turn to the side. He didn’t wanna run over the guy’s foot. How would Baekhyun work? Or worse yet, how would he explain it to his grandmother if she ever decided to visit how he ran over Byun’s foot?
“Oh, I don’t know,” Baekhyun said. “First it’ll start off with what kind of pets I had when I was younger. Then it’d move on to my family and then my friends. Afterwards, you’ll end up having me write down when all my sexual activities happened—”
“Stop, stop, stop—” Chanyeol stopped the car and, out of effect, Baekhyun momentarily stopped. Opening his door, Chanyeol stepped out. “Get back in the car.”
When Baekhyun saw this, he contemplated running for the hell of it and seeing what Chanyeol would do, but he figured that Chanyeol would probably get fed up with his shit, take the car, and just run him over. “Not gonna force me to tell you anything, right, Mr. Park?”
“Quit calling me ‘Mr. Park’,” Chanyeol said as he approached Baekhyun. He took him by the arm and began to move him towards the passenger side. Baekhyun didn’t struggle, which Chanyeol was silently thankful for since he predicted otherwise. “And I won’t make you tell me anything now, but sometime later on, we have to get to know each other on a deeper level.”
Baekhyun was bursting out laughing as Chanyeol put him back in his seat. When Chanyeol joined him back inside the car, Baekhyun turned to him, wiping a tear. “Deeper level? You sound really sentimental!” Baekhyun chuckled, putting on his seatbelt again. “I’m just a maid, Chanyeol. I might even be gone tomorrow. Who knows.”
Chanyeol scoffed. “No you won’t. As far as I know, you were homeless before you came to apply for the job.” Inside, Chanyeol wanted to spit out the word “homeless” seeing as how Byun Baekhyun was fifty billion miles away from the real meaning of that word. “You need this job and you will be staying. You won’t be leaving any time soon.”
“I wasn’t aware that I signed up for slave work and gave up all my rights to leave,” Baekhyun replied, raising an amused brow.
Chanyeol just rolled his eyes and began to put the car in motion once again. As the car cruised, he began, “Let’s start off with something simple—”
“—I thought that you weren’t going to make me tell you anything,” Baekhyun cut in.
“But it’s not a hard question.”
Baekhyun thought about it and grinned. “Okay. Shoot.”
“What’s your full name—”
“—Never mind,” Baekhyun said. “I’m tired.” He reached beside the seat, pulled a lever, and declined his seat. “I’m just gonna close my eyes and pretend you’re not there because technically, since we’re not at the house, I’m not on the job and I don’t have to listen to you.”
Chanyeol glanced down at Baekhyun, frowning. He didn’t know what else to do, knowing that he’d never get anywhere with the conversation then. Baekhyun’s refusal to answer made it bluntly obvious who he was and that everything Chanyeol's grandmother told him was true. This sarcastic bitch was really his fiancé.
When they arrived at the house, it was empty. Baekhyun pushed past Chanyeol as Chanyeol was trying to pull the key out from the door. Chanyeol didn’t appreciate the brash move, but he didn’t say anything about it. He’d teach his maid slash fiancé a thing or two later.
As Baekhyun walked around the open living space, Chanyeol put his keys on a nearby table. “Kyungsoo?” he called. “Kyungsoo!” He got no response. “Sehun!” Sehun didn’t respond either.
While Chanyeol decided to go on the “calling” route, Baekhyun used his eyes to try and see where the two were. He walked over to the glass door leading to the deck and opened it. He knew that Chanyeol was watching him, but his attention wasn’t fully caught by his new employer. It was caught by the two figures in the distance on the beach and the faint voices coming from them.
Immediately when he saw them, Baekhyun grinned as he knew what they were doing. He went back inside the house and headed toward the hallway to go to his room. He passed by Chanyeol—again—who was standing with his arms folded.
“What’re you doing?” Chanyeol asked. His eyes went back to the glass door and the deck that led to the private beach. He wretched his eyes away and followed Baekhyun down the hall. “Did you find Kyungsoo and Sehun?” Baekhyun didn’t answer. He took a sharp turn into his room and before Chanyeol could catch up and enter, too, Baekhyun shut the door in his face. Annoyed that his fiancé—or more appropriately at the moment, his maid—was acting defiantly, Chanyeol pounded on the door once. “Hey! Baekhyun! As your employer, you better quit acting like this!”
Behind the door, Chanyeol heard rustling going on and the sound of Baekhyun’s footsteps stomping around for a minute. What the hell is he doing? Chanyeol scrunched a brow and gave the door a hit again. “Yah! Baekhyun! Maid!” Chanyeol huffed. “You better—”
Suddenly, the door swung open and Chanyeol saw that Baekhyun put some change into his wardrobe. He still wore the white shirt, but the cardigan was discarded and so were his pants, which was replaced by the swim trunks he wore instead.
“What’re you dressed up like that for?” Chanyeol inquired. “Are you seriously going to the beach right now!?”
Baekhyun smirked and nodded. “It’s a nice day. Kyungsoo and Sehun are making a gigantic sand fortress. You keep trying to make a slave out of me. I’m going to take an hour off. Okay?” Everything he just said sounded like a sharp “here’s what I’m going to do” list to Chanyeol’s ears.
When Baekhyun tried to get past Chanyeol again, Chanyeol stopped him by putting his arm out. “You work for me, yet you’re sarcastic, defiant, and constantly disrespecting me and my grandmother.”
“Ding, ding, ding ?” Baekhyun questioningly said, grinning.
Chanyeol scoffed, unimpressed. “And you expect me to reward you with an hour off?”
Baekhyun hummed and clicked his tongue. “I wasn’t exactly asking. I just kind of told you that I was.”
Chanyeol gave him a look. “How the hell were you raised?” he asked, incredulously. “Why the hell do you have this attitude about you?”
Baekhyun smirked, shrugging. “I was born this way.” He took Chanyeol’s arm and tried to take it down. When he couldn’t, he simply ducked under it. “I’ll be back on the job an hour from now! Promise!”
Chanyeol stared at the walking figure for a second before going after him, pulling the collar of his shirt open. It felt constricting. “Baekhyun! I did not give your sarcastic little ass permission to go outside!”
Baekhyun whipped around, facing Chanyeol. “But Kyungsoo and Sehun are out there, Chanyeol. Are you trying to play favorites?”
Chanyeol shook his head. “I don’t need to play favorites, Baekhyun. They work and they do their jobs. They’ve been doing that for some time now so they have my permission to do as they want when they have the time. You, for one, are new and you’re way too damn comfortable at this house already.”
Baekhyun blinked. The grin turned into a smile. “Isn’t there a saying that says ‘make yourself feel at home’?”
Chanyeol sighed. “Not too much like home.”
Baekhyun paused. “You’re right. Not too much like home.” Then he turned around and headed towards the backdoor again. “Because if this place was like home, Chanyeol, I’d probably leave my resignation on the table and leave in the middle of the night.” The tone sounded serious, but then Baekhyun played it off with a laugh. “I wasn’t kidding about the hour, though. I made the beds already, and there’s no dishes left unwashed. Let’s carry this on later, okay?”
With that, Baekhyun left the house through the back and left Chanyeol to watch him as he half jogged and half ran his happy way to where Sehun and Kyungsoo were. Chanyeol rolled his eyes, but sighed. If this was the person he had to marry, how the hell was he going to stay alive with such an annoying and bitchy person living in the same house as him? He’d go crazy! Chanyeol wasn’t used to people trying to up-do him, so whenever Baekhyun went up against him, he was rubbed the wrong way.
Chanyeol cursed as he went, heading for his own room. This was not how he imagined things to turn out. There were still many questions flying in his head. Why was Baekhyun really there? Did Baekhyun know him? Chanyeol decided to get the answers to those questions later. He went inside his room and changed.
“Hey!” Baekhyun called once he got near enough. He stopped jogging and began to stalk with his usual swagger over to Kyungsoo and Sehun. “Nice castle,” he said, smiling.
“Thanks,” Kyungsoo said, smiling back. He looked at Sehun. “Sehun did most of the work.”
“Is this what you guys do on your free time?” Baekhyun laughed.
“Might as well,” Sehun replied. “We don’t usually do our job all day, you know. With only the four of us living there, it’s not really too much trouble.”
“Really? I thought you watered plants all day,” Baekhyun joked.
“Oh, shut up and get on your knees. Help us,” Sehun mumbled. Despite his lowly voice, he had a smile hidden as he dropped his face.
“On my knees?” Baekhyun grinned. “Okay.”
Baekhyun got on the ground and was ordered by Sehun to add to the base of their structure. He ordered Kyungsoo to design the hell out of their precious work as Sehun, himself, got up, took the shovel and got some more sand, piling it beside them just in case they needed more.
Ten minutes passed and Sehun was still piling when he looked up and saw Park Chanyeol making his way over to them with his hair blowing in the soft, ocean breeze. “Hey,” Sehun mumbled, tapping Kyungsoo’s side with his foot. “Chanyeol came out of the house. He’s coming over here.”
“What? Really?” Kyungsoo stopped working to look.
Baekhyun was the only one who was still working his hands. “Oooh, breaking news. Park Chanyeol gets some fresh air,” he mocked, laughing. “I don’t understand. Why are you two so shocked?”
Kyungsoo quirked his lips before he went back to creating tiny windows and designs on the sand. “In all the times Sehun and I have done this, he just watches from the window. He never actually comes out.”