baekhyunsahoe

[baekhyunsahoe]

brightwin

[baekhyunsahoe]

woo idk idk idk why

Chanyeol can’t stand it anymore.

“You know you can just say sorry and take the L.” He bursts out. “I’ve got no real choice but to forgive you sooner or later – “

“Who the fuck says I’m sorry?” Baekhyun snaps. “You must be going nuts having no other friends to talk to and all, but don’t go around assuming shit, house pet.”

“house pet?!” chanyeol actually gets so triggered he rage quits his current fortnite match and throws his controller – softly – towards the couch. Then gets up and squares up to Baekhyun who has been watching with an amused smirk but he’s looking like a snack, obvious he’s about to go out for drinks. It wasn’t fair. His whole ass was Chanyeol’s weakness. But chanyeol’s got some blind rage [and pent up sexual frustration] to keep him from the distractions.

“Down, boy.” Baekhyun drawls in a malicious teasing tone. It’s offensive but sexy as fuck. Chanyeol scratches his head wildly, letting out an annoyed growl.  “Just as I thought, all bark and no bite.”

“Shut up with the damn house pet jokes already! It’s not funny.” Chanyeol snaps. He’s pouting and glaring and panting and yeah maybe he does resemble a rabid animal right now but that’s not the point. The point is this is the closest he’s been to Baekhyun in like 2 weeks and the most they’ve said in like 2 weeks since their stupid ass after sex argument that til now chanyeol doesn’t know why the fuck happened. Despite it all, he’s getting a pretty weird adrenaline rush. Baekhyun looks unbothered on the other hand. He stares impassively, pretty eyes dolled up in kohl liner and light blonde bangs falling seductively over it. he looks good, smells good, and chanyeol already knows he feels good too –

“It’s kind of hard to stop comparing you to a dog when all you’ve done in the past 5 min is growl, pant, and now you’re drooling over me.”

“what the fuck, I’m not – “ Chanyeol stammers. Bc he was. And it was obvious. He wipes at his mouth. “you know what fuck you.” he pushes past Baekhyun and goes straight to their stash of booze. They got some henny left in the fridge from the last time they drank together. He doesn’t even get a cup instead chugs a good portion of it straight from the bottle.

“hey don’t finish that!”

The alcohol makes his stomach warm instantly and he feels much more daring and confident than a few moments ago.

“it’s mine.” Chanyeol says childishly. “I bought it.”

“yeah to share with me.”  

“oh you want some?” chanyeol dangles the bottle in front of Baekhyun whos walked over. He makes a swipe for it but chanyeol swerves and starts chugging again. He hears Baekhyun make a whining sound of discontent at the same time he feels a hand grab at his wrist.

“stop! Give me some come on.”

“you fucking alcoholic.”

“shut up.” Baekhyuns still attempting to grab the bottle and the two honestly look ridiculous as chanyeol refuses to give it up.

“say youre sorry.”

“hell no – “

“fine say ah then. ill pour you a shot… in your mouth.” Chanyeol slurs wow since when was he such a lightweight. The bottle is considerably more empty than it was before. Maybe that’s why. One does not really drink heem like a beer like he just did.

Baekhyun pauses, the push and pull of the bottle got him somewhat against chanyeols chest from the back and it’s a very suggestive position. Hes flushed and chanyeols body feels ten times hotter with baekhyun this close and yeah that was definitely sexual tension thickening in the air.

“fine. Just hurry up. Im leaving soon.”

“where you going.”

“none of your business.”

“tell me or no shot for you.”

“are you serious? Ugh!” baekhyun removes himself from chanyeol’s personal bubble to face him, crossing his arms and leaning against the table. “im going out.”

“uhhuh.”

“for a dick appointment.”

Chanyeol stares then bursts out laughing. “right.”

“im serious.”

“of course you are.” Chanyeol shakes his head. It sounds funny and like a jab at him to piss him off so chanyeol laughs. But the other whatevers left of his sober side is like oh shit. he takes a shot for himself, ignoring baekhyun’s smack to his arm, physical contact people we got progress. Before he swiftly like a drunk ninja, grabs that same wrist and pulls baekhyun close. He tilts the bottle to baekhyuns mouth and baekhyun getst he point immediately opening his mouth and allowing chanyeol to pour some in.

Chanyeol watches mesmerized at the wet pink skin of baekhyun’s lips, his fang teeth showing as the brown liquid slides into his open mouth. Its strangely erotic and chanyeol only stops when baekhyun gags after a few seconds. A few drops spill down his throat.

“jesus Christ were you trying to kill me?”

“no.”

“that was way more than a shot!”

“some people can’t hang.”

Baekhyun glares but the stiffness in his shoulders visibly lessened. His stance is more relax. Hes pouting as he checks his phone. Chanyeol cant help himself, he swipes at the drop of henny on the side of baekhyuns mouth with his sleeve.

“ew, don’t touch me.” Baekhyun hisses, but his cheeks have gone red.

“my bad I didn’t want your dick appointment to see the moneyshot right away.” Chanyeol jokes darkly  and it comes off salty and jealous as hell.

Baekhyun shrugs. “fuck it I don’t wanna go anymore.”

“you don’t…?”

“you killed my vibe.”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “don’t let me stop you from getting it up the ass.”

“fuck you.”

“already? You’ve only had one shot.”

Its honestly a sensitive topic and that was the main reason they got into this 2 weeks cold war in the first place so no clue why chanyeol well buzzed chanyeol thought it was a good idea to make these kinds of comment espiecally when the two were finally almost getting along in some fucked up way.

Baekhyun had been pretty adamant that chanyeol was raping him or whatever when they were drunk and that had really hurt chanyeols feelings and pride like wtf. Last time he checked he was telling baekhyun no and the little shit kept going until chanyeol was closing to crying from the hours fore play aka blue balling sesh the fucking tease like to pull.

Chanyeol licks his lips at the silence. Baekhyun has an open mouthed annoyed look on his face as he stares at the wall but hasn’t said anything.

“youre right. Should I drink more?”

“I don’t fucking know. Do whatever you want.” Chanyeol plays it cool but his hearts hammering god dammit. He holds the half empty bottle of Hennessey like a baby as he flings the fridge open and grabs 2 ipa’s from his stash between his long fingers. “im going to triple fist all of this and play fortnite. Bye.”

Chanyeol nonchalantly walks over to the living room area, he nearly trips over baekhyuns shoes but acts natural.

5…4…3..2..-

“well tfti bitch.”

Baekhyun plops down besides chanyeol on the floor and grabs at the bottle. He takes a swig and wipes his mouth on his sleeve before wiping it on chanyeols shoulder.

“really.”

Baekhyun sticks his tongue out and grabs the controller. “hurry up, open my beer. Loser has to take double shots.”

“you know that’s not really a punishment for you since youre a raging alcoholic – “

“shut up and play with me.”

-- here it was again.

The same situation the two find themselves in at least 3 times a week ever since they moved in together as room mates. They were definitely crossing lines they’ve never crossed before but it would be a lie for chanyeol if he was to say the thought was never there. They had met through gaming, and became online friends for hella long despite only living 20 min away from each other. When they both decided to apply for the same engineering intern positions and got hired at the same temp, that’s when the two got closer. Inseperable.  They were basically living at each other’s place. so one drunken night they decided to just get a 1 bedroom together. Chanyeol volunteered to have the living room and baekhyun insisted he can sleep in his bed whenever he wanted. That’s how the first hook up happened of course.

Anyway we can get more detail on that later.

Its 12am but it feels later.

The bottle of heem is empty and forgotten on the floor. The six pack of beers have been moved from their spot in their fridge to table near the window – ‘ to keep it cool ‘ since the two drunk fucks were too lazy to keep walking to the fridge to get a new one.

It was really way too much alcohol for 2 people in the span of 2 hours.

They had also decided to chain smoke cigarettes inside the apt which was you know against the rules. But they had the fan blowing the smoke out the window as if that made anything better.

“im tired of playing I wanna watch a movie.”

“you know how hard picking movies while drunk…?” chanyeol asks with genuine shock and pain.

“you know how hard you are while drunk?” baekhyun giggles, and playfully toes at chanyeol’s sweatpants covered crotch with his cute rilakumma sock clad foot.

Chanyeol nearly jumps out of his skin at the unexpected contact. “whoaaaaa.” He grabs baekhyuns ankle and lifts it to his mouth to bite it.

Baekhyun accidentally kicks him in the face.

“ow fuck.”

“oops.”

The two are laughing again like idiots. Baekhyun lights up a cig and leans into chanyeol’s bony shoulder. He sips his beer in the other hand as chanyeol scrolls.

“fuck movies.” Baekhyun decides once and for all. “play some music.”

If those weren’t the code words for lets bone now then idk what is.

Chanyeols drunk but not wasted like baekhyun obviously was. Even tho the alcohol hit him pretty hard earlier he had sobered a tad while they had munched on left over pork belly jongin had generously shared with them. Paired that his man’s kyungsoo’s kimchi. Perfect beer food.

But still chanyeol wasn’t sober.

“okay.” Chanyeol gets his phone and connects it to the blue tooth beats. “play whatever you want.’ He gives his phone to baekhyun and takes a seat on their reclining couch. Its such a nice summer night. The breeze is coming in thru the window so refreshing if you ignore baekhyuns second hand smokage and all their lights are off except for the dangly little lantern lights baekhyun had decorated upon the walls for aesthetics. It’s a pretty chill almost romantic ambience and then baekhyuns playing “or nah.”

Baekhyun giggles before chugging his beer. He gets to his feet, and stil standing leans over to put the cigarette in chanyeols mouth.

Theyre staring at each other.

Baekhuyns make up has smeared considerably but he looks gorgeous and the dim light is hitting him in a way that’s almost divine. Chanyeol actually feels his cock stir in his pants just from looking at him.

The songs getting more and more sensual, duh, and baekhyun suddenly turns around and starts swaying a little.

Chanyeol takes a drag. “what the fuck are you doing.” He questions in amusemement but his breath catches in his throat as baekhyun starts rotating his hips left and right slowly. He gulps. Oh shit.

Baekhyun pulls his shirt off from the back, exposing the smooth skin of his spine and shoulders and chanyeol has a good idea of whats happening and hwat is to come.

He sucks on the cig as baekhyun turns around at last and with catlike grace crawls into his lap.  His sexy s line is more defined as he hovers over him. chanyeol resists the urge to reach out and grab his waist. Baekhyun straddles him in slow motion taking his time. His nippls are hard and chanyeol licks his lips wanting to taste and tease those little buds with his tongue and in between his teeth.

Baekhyun takes the cig from chanyeols limp hold and puts it out in a beer bottle on the cup holder. Then he bites his lip as he gives chanyeol bedroom eyes in the dark.

He grabs chanyeols hand and guides it up along his body starting at his hips.

“fuck.” chanyeol swears, breathing ragged and he hadn’t even realized he was sporting a full on boner.

“mhm.” Baekhyun says quietly, gasping when his own hand guidings got chanyeols fingertips  brushing along his nipple. “what are you waiting for? Touch me.” Baekhyun chooses that moment to grind down into chanyeol’s hard dick. “you know you want to.”

“no shit I do,” chanyeol growls thru gritted teeth, baekhyuns reached out for his other hand and he controls the movement of the nipple play going on. he moans as he rubs his ass back and forth against chanyeol’s lap. “but I don’t want you to scream at me about this when you wake up.”

“how about you make me scream right now,” baekhyun coos. He’s completely drunk and his hoe tendencies are in full force. Chanyeol hates the thought of baekhyun beig like this with anyone else.

Self. Control. Chanyeol tells himself. Its hard tho when baekkyuns chest heaves in and out with pure desire, wanton and thirsty, as chanyeols fingers continue to rub circles and squeeze against his sensitive nipples the whole scene is dipped in moonlight and its making it feel a lot like a wet dream than real life. Baekhyun begging for it after their 2 week fight was too good to be true

“can I get this written in paper somewhere – “ chanyeol suggests only half jokingly.

“I got a better idea.” Baekhyun interrupts leaning in and grabbing chanyeols hands to forcibly place both of them on his own erection. “why don’t you just record it? so ill remember every single second of you fucking me.”

Holy crap this was getting kinky. Chanyeol laughs nervously. Shittttttttttttt. Temptation was too hard to resist and he ditn really know y he was denyingthis so much in the first place???

The world was starting to get a little slurred. Maybe the alcohl was catching up tp him or baekhyun was just intoxicating all his senses.

Chanyeol feels torn.

“do you like me baekhyun?” he blurts, an emotional breakdown threatening to happen. Damn ipas. “or do you just want me to fuck the shit out of you whenever you feel like it?”

Baekhyun stares at him looking clueless at first but then his drunk brain finally catches up and he gives chanyeol the most sexy self satisfied smile smirk ever. “can’t it be both?”

Then he’s kissing chanyeol.

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*randomly continues fic bc depressed lmfao BE DEPRESSED WITH ME BAEKYEOL R U BONING KAS YALL IN LOVE OR NAH

[baekhyunsahoe]

it was an accident so I don’t have to say I’m sorry

Chanyeol’s not in his room when he wakes up. No, hes on the couch, and beside him Baekhyun, still sleeping peacefully cuddled up against him. a blanket is only half covering them, baekhyuns slender pale legs on display from where they’re draped around chanyeol’s.

this could only mean one thing.

Fuck.

Like, literally.

Granted, it wasn’t the first time they accidentally hooked up while they were shit faced. it wasn’t even the second time.

Baekhyun’s reaction is always the same though. He gets extremely upset, pissed off, all scandalized and shit and opting to play the blame game. Apparently every incident could only be chanyeol’s fault. despite chanyeol reasoning calmly that it was a mutual decision that baekhyun had usually started in the first place, the elder was quick to get defensive. “You could have stopped me” baekhyun’s words are icy and sharp. stopping baekhyun wasn’t even an option. it was basically damn near impossible to be honest. baekhyun’s wandering hands would all over him, relentless, stroking his dick, as if it was his life mission to get Chanyeol hard and begging for release.

The pounding headache is another reminder of just how much alcohol they consumed last night. They’ve been strangely into hard liquor lately rather than their usual and cheap soju and beer combo. But no, sehun and jongin had to influence them into the cognac variety and the god forsaken tequila.

Baekhyun makes a small mewling noise and shifts closer. Chanyeol can feel his warm breath against his neck. He stares up at the ceiling resolutely trying to keep his mind blank because he realizes Baekhyun is naked and all up on him and yeah theyre just friends, best friends actually, but fuck he was attractive. And he felt so good.

Chanyeol fails. His morning wood makes its 8am appearance. It was inevitable. Chanyeol tries to piece together last night. They had gone out to eat something basic. In n out, a simple but delicious burger and fries. On the way home they couldn’t resist the liquor store gleaming. There was a sale. A Hennessey sale. It seemed like a good idea at the time. It always does.

They kilt that bottle. It was a medium sized one but still. What were they thinking?

Baekhyun was in mid karaoke sing along to stray kids new album on the floor with his cheeks flushed pink and in chanyeol’s joggers. He had been already drunk to change into his own. chanyeol had been pouring baby shots for them at first but then they started accusing each other of being a ‘pussy’ and starting downing whole glasses.

He remembers Baekhyun being extremely impressed when chanyeol managed to down another glass of Hennessey and chug half a beer in 30 seconds to ‘prove’ hes got balls. He had rewarded him with a kiss. That kiss turned into a full on open mouthed make out session with Baekhyun moaning breathlessly into chanyeols mouth.

Maybe it was chanyeol who had pulled Baekhyun into his lap, or maybe Baekhyun lost his balance, being shit faced and all. Either way, it ended up with Baekhyun straddling him, Baekhyun handguiding chanyeol’s own hands to squeeze his ass perched oh so comfortably atop chanyeol’s boner. Then the grinding began.

Fuck.

Chanyeol was sporting a rock hard erection now just at recalling the memories.

He gulps, feeling feverish and honestly still drunk as he allows himself to trail a hand gently down baekhyun’s side. His skin is warm and smooth, chanyeols fingers follow the curve of his waist to his hips, and squeezes slightly, wanting badly to cop a feel on baekhyun’s ass. Hell he wanted to hit it again.

He doesn’t even realize his breathings gone ragged and hes shallowly thrusting against baekhyun’s thigh.

“fuck,” he hisses, biting down on his lip. Baekhyun stirs. Chanyeol removes his hand but its too late. Baekhyuns eyes open sleepily.

“mm?”

“sorry.”

Baekhyun is half awake, hasn’t seemed to register the situation. Or like chanyeol, maybe hes still drunk.

He looks at chanyeol and smiles. He definitely felt that. Then he turns around so that his ass is directly against chanyeol’s boxer covered boner.

Chanyeols heart races as his cock twitches. If that wasn’t an invitation then he didn’t know what was.

Baekhyun subtly pushes his hips back as he reaches around and wraps chanyeols arm around his waist.

Chanyeol gets the memo.

He rubs against baekhyuns ass a few times. Baekhyun moans, hands squeezing around chanyeols wrist as he arches his back.

He wants it. chanyeols on an adrenaline rush, feeling dizzy and drunk and horny all over again.

Removing his arm from Baekhyun’s side, he quickly coats his fingers in saliva, which is kinda hard seeing as he kinda had cotton mouth. But he manages.

Chanyeol wastes no time inserting one finger inside Baekhyun. He gets a gasp in response. Baekhyun’s ass still feels moist from last night. They must have fucked around 5am. Its only been a few hours. Chanyeol gets a flashback of him shooting his load inside of Baekhyun. They didn’t even use a condom… fuck. and it was about to happen again.

he’s got two fingers pumping in and out of Baekhyun’s hole in less than five minutes. Baekhyuns taking it really well and his body language shows hes enjoying it. he whimpers, the whiny slutty kind that’s basically asking for chanyeols dick.

“Baekhyun,” chanyeols voice is an octave lower, and huskier than usual. He thinks he feels Baekhyun shudder.

“go ahead.” Baekhyun pants softly.

That was all the permission chanyeol needed. He frees himself from the confines of his boxers and having enough sense to reach towards the table for the lube makes use of his long arms to grab it then hurriedly coat his cock in it, lifting the blanket up and almost drooling at baekhyun’s naked form. He was just so sexy god dammit. Those body curves. That ass.

He positions himself a little lower as he guides the head of his cock to in between baekhyun’s ass cheeks then he pushes in, inhaling sharply as he tries to keep it together while he sinks into that tight tight heat.

Baekhyun lets out a harsh cry. Hand reaching around to grab at chanyeols wrist.

Chanyeol halts his movements half way in, using all self control to not just thrust in all the way it felt so good.

“wait,” Baekhyun pants. “sore. Im a little sore.”

“youre sore?” chanyeol repeats, out of it, lips dry and dick absolutely throbbing.

“y-yeah. Go slow.”

Chanyeol nods even though Baekhyun cant see him and places soothing kisses along baekhyun’s nape as he slowly pumps just half of his dick in and out Baekhyun.

“o-oh, fuck,” Baekhyun’s whimpering. “you’re so big.”

“I know.” Chanyeol replies concentrating hard on not shoving his cock balls deep.

“you fucked me for so long last – ah – night…” Baekhyun half whispers, breathing raggedly.

“sorry,” chanyeol whispers back.

“its fine,” Baekhyun pushes his hips back ever so gently, experimentally almost. He groans. “im sore but it still feels good.”

“yeah?” chanyeol feels his ego boosted and pushes in just a little bit more. “do you still want me to go slow?”

“no, you can just – “

Chanyeol loses all sense of self control when Baekhyun shuddering causes his ass muscles to clench down deliciously around his cock, his hips move automatically thrusting the rest of the way in. he bites down on baekhyuns neck as he moans at the same time Baekhyun cries out.

“fuck, you feel so good.” Chanyeol mumbles almost deliriously, hes reached out and started stroking Baekhyun, who was just as turned on as him.

“more.”

Chanyeol gives it to him. he doesn’t set a pace, its only been a few minutes but hes aching for release already. With every thrust in and out of Baekhyun sends mind numbing pleasure all through his body. He feels like hes going to go insane as he picks up the pace, faster and faster while Baekhyuns moans get louder and louder. He pulls the blanket off so he can watch his cock driving into baekhyuns ass over and over again, loving the way it jiggled.

“you’re so fucking sexy,” chanyeol hisses almost angrily. “I'm gonna fuck you all morning.”

Baekhyun just whimpers in response, too fucked out to really reply.

despite his previous sentiments, Chanyeol feels his orgasm approaching now that the sight of their activity is in full view in the dimly lit living room. He pulls out only to reposition Baekhyun onto his back. Then he’s pushing Baekhyun’s legs up and settling between them, fucking into him slowly.

Baekhyun stares up at him, red cheeked, lips wet and parted as endless moans and cries come out of his pretty mouth. He looks especially debauched. His bangs are sweaty and stick to his forehead, above his half lidded eyes that are almost watery.

Chanyeol cant take it.

“do you want me to come inside of you?” chanyeol asks pressing baekhyuns legs more and more against baekhyuns chest.

Baekhyun nods biting his lip. He looks like hes about to cry.

“okay,” chanyeol smiles, and then really gives it to him.

he tries to savor every moan of his name, every flutter of baekhyuns eyelashes as his eyes roll to the back of his head from the pleasure and probably some pain, chanyeol has never felt this good with anyone else in his life. Baekhyuns perfect. Sweating and moaning and perfect.

Chanyeol leans down and kisses him.

He gets to swallow that moan this time and its even more satisfying. He feels his balls tightening as he grabs at baekhyuns dick and starts jacking him off with intent to make him cum as fast as possible. Baekhyun is half sobbing into chanyeols mouth as chanyeol licks his teeth and gums and fucks him and strokes him all at the same time.

“ah I cant – “

“just come.”

Baekhyun does come, white spurts of it shooting out from his cock and onto his stomach. His whole body squeezes and convulses around chanyeols cock making it tighter than ever. Chanyeol swears and fucks into him at a rapid animalistic speed a few more times before hes spilling inside, painting baekhyuns insides with his hot sticky cum.

“fuck,” he swears again giving Baekhyun a lazy and satistfied wet kiss.

“ahh,” Baekhyun whines when chanyeol puts all his weight on him. “get off.”

“my bad. Hold on.” chanyeol is out of breath as he leans up on his hands to search for a random article of clothing they can sacrifice for the greater good.

He sees a shirt and sadly its his and reaches for it. sitting up with his cock still in Baekhyun he counts one two three, then pulls out and puts the shirt beneath baekhyuns ass. He watches in fascination as his come slowly starts dripping out.

“enjoying the view you perv?” Baekhyun scowls. "Yeah actually. I definitely enjoyed that view if you know what i mean." chanyeol teases, ready to avoid the hapkido kick to his face. However when baekhyun tries to get up, he groans and falls back onto the couch.

“ you good?” chanyeol asks, concerned.

“no im fucking sore, if you didn’t know that.”

“you told me to ‘go ahead’…”

“ugh shut up.” Baekhyun manages to grab his shirt and put it on but still remains in a laying position. He gestures at his boxers on the floor. Chanyeol quickly hands it to him and Baekhyun shimmies into it then collapses back onto the couch. “fuck. how did this happen.”

"well sometimes when a man gets an erection - " "Im going to kill you." “aw cmon baek. you cant tell me you didn’t like 'what happened'.” chanyeol grins pushing his hair out of his face. It sticks up wildly. Hes got his boxers back on and drinks from a water bottle from the floor.

“that’s besides the point.” Baekhyun huffs. He looks like hes torn between basking in the after glow and continuing scolding chanyeol. “my back really hurts. We did it on the floor last night.”

“what.” chanyeol couldn’t remember that part.

“yeah I dunno. But Im pretty sure I have some bruises from it.” Baekhyun grimaces and moans when he tries to stretch. Sadly that sound only reminded chanyeol of all the noises Baekhyun made earlier and he hopes Baekhyun doesn’t notice how his cock twitches.

“was I too rough?” chanyeol asks frowning now bc baekhyun seemed to be seriously in distress.

“obviously. Ugh chanyeol, we shouldn’t even be doing this. We have to stop doing this. I told you before I wasn’t ok with doing things when were drunk.”

“uh ok. But you were the one who kissed me.”

“it doesn’t matter! You shouldn’t have put your dick in me when I was clearly intoxicated.”

“what are you trying to say?” chanyeol feels offended now. yeah Baekhyun always blames him when this happens but it sounded like something else this time.

Baekhyun gives him a look of contempt. “I don’t appreciate you taking advantage of me.”

“what the fuck?”

“im serious.”

“was I taking advantage of you 10 minutes ago?” chanyeol cant help getting loud. This was such a ridiculous conversation. “because from what I remember you turned around and basically begged me to put it in you the way you were rubbing your ass on my dick.”

Baekhyun sits up looking triggered as hell. “excuse me?” he hisses. “you were the one with a boner the size of a small country.”

“yeah I know its big. We established that. We also established how much you fucking love it.”

“wow.” Baekhyun gets up and nearly falls over. He finds balance and glares. “get over yourself chanyeol. And stay away from me.”

“kinda hard considering WE LIVE TOGETHER.”

“fuck off.”

“whatever.”

[baekhyunsahoe]

BBKY92 has posted!

By some small miracle, chanyeol makes it back to his apartment, jongin in tow. He thought they had taken uber pool but apparently not so they were having an impromptu drunken sleepover.

Chanyeol’s place is mini sized. It’s got zero bedrooms, one bath, and a small kitchen. they nearly trip over and die over the shoes at the door but somehow manage to land on the bed [if you can even call it that]. It’s nothing more than a futon on the floor with a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals.

Jongin’s sprawled on his back, chanyeol side eyes his sockless state of foot that had probably been sockless since the start. That guy never liked socks. Chanyeol never liked sweaty feet from not wearing socks. It could not go on like this. He’s about to voice his views on this matter when jongin drops his phone on his own face.

Chanyeol bursts out laughing, jongin’s groaning background noise.

“are you okay?” chanyeol asks to be ‘polite.’ Jongin scowls and the phone slips out of his hand again. “you are not okay.” Chanyeol confirms.

“my screen is so bright dude.” Jongin complains. “its blinding”

“you can change it on your settings.”

“I did – oh shit!”

“what?!”

“kyungsoo called me.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. A mad kyungsoo was basically the end of your days. Or jongin’s days at least.

“why didn’t you answer it?” chanyeol asks in horror.

“I didn’t hear it!” jongin yells.

Chanyeol shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “oooooooo. he called me too.”

“seriously?!”

“deadass.”

“oh my god… I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here any second now…” jongin blinks up at the ceiling seemingly having accepted his fate.

“fuck that.” Chanyeol scoffs laying on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. “tell him youre staying over. Im sure he can survive one night without you.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“okay.”

“stop saying okay.”

“okay.”

“I changed my mind, have him come here and get you the fuck out of my bed.”

“im sorry.”

Chanyeol throws a stuffed toy at him, reminds himself to say sorry to rainbow [his alpaca] later for using him as a weapon, and reaches for his laptop.

“I’ma throw up.”

“go to the bathroom.”

“okay.”

Chanyeol barely gives jongin the time of day as the younger male wobbles to the toilet. That’s what he gets. He had spent a whopping $80 earlier and it did not even include tip yet.

The alcohol is still rampant in his veins, chanyeols cheeks are flushed despite the cool temperate of his room. His eyes feels heavy, sleep threatening to overcome him soon. But he had some business he had to take care of. It was only 6pm [ they had been at the beer and chicken place for 4 hours before migrating to the nearest bar and ordering more rounds ] [ thankfully lit!jongin had been in a friendly mood and paid for it that time ]

Chanyeol quickly logs onto his tumblr and in five seconds flat uploads his video, checks bkhyn92s page, sees no updates, and slams his laptop shut. He lays down and is idly wondering if he had a password lock on there when he feels jongin collapse next to him, out like a light.

-- it isn’t morning yet when chanyeol wakes up next.

Its his turn to yack it.

Feeling like he was going to give birth through his mouth to a mutant chicken beer and soju blob chanyeol barely makes it to the bowl of his toilet.

“help me im dying.” He says to his shower curtain. it is of no help as the 2nd round causes chanyeol’s eyes to water.

After making a blood oath with himself in his mind to never drink again, chanyeol’s got the taste of tooth paste in his mouth instead of well. We don’t need to describe it.

The time on the microwave glimmers at him in the darkness.

10;30pm

Chanyeol settles on his bed, trying to ignore jongin cuddling rainbow the alpaca and is about to drift back off into much needed sleep when his phone vibrates loudly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZZT.

Ignore it, chanyeol thinks.

BZZZZZZZT BZZT BZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZZT

Don’t ignore it, chanyeol reconsiders.

With a dramatic FUCK MY LIFE muttered under his breath, chanyeol answers without looking.

“WHAT.”

“hello chanyeol.”

He blanches. That voice.

“s-soo?”

Do kyungsoo, the guardian of the seven rings of hell. No jk. But he totally can be if he ever applied for that job.

“nice of you to answer. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

“of course. Um.”

“jongin there?”

“yeah. He’s knocked out.” Chanyeol says apologetically hating how he was going to get the blame for jongin’s idea to get shitfaced in mid afternoon.

“is he ok?” kyungsoo asks, instead of the SEND ME YOUR LOCATION for proof chanyeol was expecting. Kyungsoo was a bit overprotective in the cutest and deadliest way possible.

“he should be.”  chanyeol kicks jongin in the leg to see if he is alive. Jongin groans. “yeah hes fine. Did you want to come swoop him?”

“no way. He might yack in my car.”

Such a caring bf. That’s bae. Jongin was a lucky guy.

“well don’t worry, hes safe here with me. Unless he tries to draw a penis on my face. Then I cant make any promises.”

“my relationship turnover was coming up anyway.” Kyungsoo jokes darkly. Chanyeol snickers despite a small voice in his mind squeaking pls don’t hurt me through out this whole conversation. “by the way, I heard you were going on a date with Baekhyun tomorrow.”

Jesus did jongin alert the media? Was there a new snapchat filter for this too? which countries still didn’t know? Has that billboard for rent been bought out to make a glowing neon sign yet? Did he make a medical breakthrough to relay messages to fetuses in the wombs as well? You know, since he felt the need to open his big mouth and tell everyone.

“uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“I’m pretty excited to see how this turns out.”

“do you know Baekhyun?” chanyeol asks curiously. One part of him felt kinda weird talking to kyungsoo on the phone while his boyfriend was spooning an alpaca.

“we went to the same music school together.”

“oh.” Chanyeol, the greatest conversationalist ever. Replies.

“he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Don’t be offended by his ratchet self. He may seem like a thot, but that’s just an image he tries to maintain.” Kyungsoo says helpfully.

Chanyeol meanwhile is trying to do some math in his head. Did he hear correctly? Was he still drunk? Why on earth would anyone want to up hold their thottie honor? This is why chanyeol was single.

“don’t tell him I told you this, but hes still pretty down in the dumps about his break up. He was actually serious about that guy. It just didn’t work out you know?”

“uhhuh.” Chanyeol wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t want to pry. He was raised to be respectful of other peoples business. Baekhyuns secrets, personal and his, didn’t need to be told to him by someone else.

“I could tell you more if you want.”

“sure.”

That previous paragraph never happened.

“he’s probably going to try to smash.”

“what.”

“yeah. Havent you heard the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one?”

No. of course not. the last time he checked he hadn’t subscribed to the Thotsmopolitan.

“are you sure about this?” chanyeol asks swallowing hard, the feeling of nervousness deep-throating him.

“yup.” A yawn. “I might have said too much.”

“wait. So should i… you know.”

“if you like him, you shouldn’t.”

Ah yes. that made total sense. Don’t get into the pants of someone youre feeling.

“because that will automatically make you look like a fuckboy. it’s a test of sorts. That’s why im telling you. I think youd be a good match for him.”

“why is that?”

“youd just balance each other out.”

Chanyeols starting to wonder just how much kyungsoo knew about him. Whenever he third wheeled it was all good times; karaoke bowling pet cafes… nothing ever deep. Perhaps jongin be talking shit?

“anyway. Good luck tomorrow and have fun! Tell jongin he better be home before I wake up with breakfast ready or else.”

“yes sir!”

“goodnight chanyeol.”

sweet

   “So you’re chanyeol?”

“yes. last time I checked.”

Baekhyun looks amused despite the judgemental tone of his voice.

Chanyeol just looks uncomfortable.

The date came sooner than he would like [he had a mere less than 24 hours to prepare himself and half those hours were him hungover on soju]. Now he found himself sitting  in the same chicken and beer spot [seriously was there no other place to go to around these parts?] with jongin’s music teacher for company.

“and when was that?”  Baekhyun asks innocently sipping at his water. Chanyeol takes note of his hands. Theyre very pretty. Like the rest of the guy. Except when he opens his mouth. He seems to be snarky but playful which isn’t bad, but chanyeol is socially awkward at times like these.

He swallows a weird lump in his throat. “um.” He didn’t quite know how to answer that.

“kidding!” Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t need to know last time you checked.”

Then why did you ask, chanyeol thinks crazily. He sips his water too with a pained smile. Baekhyun was seriously intimidating and he didn’t know why. Maybe its because they were both sober and what kyungsoo had said echoes back and forth in chanyeol’s mind like a 1980s horror cartoon. ‘he’s gonna wanna smaaaaaaaaaAssshhhhhhhhh’ kyungsoo replayss in a creepy singsong voice.

“want to get something to drink?” chanyeol blurts.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “do you want to get me drunk…?”

“no! no. I just.” Chanyeol rambles, horrified at the insinuation. He wasn’t a fuckboy!

“chill. I wanna get me drunk.” Baekhyun winks. “a pitcher and a bottle of chamisul sound good to you?”

“sounds good, yeah, great actually.” Chanyeol agrees nodding his head repeatedly. Baekhyun laughs again.

“someones eager.” Baekhyun comments. “or a raging alcoholic.”

Chanyeol pouts but he realizes Baekhyun is just teasing.

The alcohol arrives soon enough and after the first two soju bombs chanyeol is feeling less stressed and more relaxed. Baekhyun looks the same, a sign he must have high alcohol tolerance. Whos the raging alcoholic now?

“tell me about yourself.” Baekhyun drawls, gaze focused solely on chanyeol. His pretty eyes are outlined with black liner, and despite appearing as sober as fifteen minutes ago has a slight pink glow dusting across his cheek bones. “why are you single.”

Chanyeol blinks, has to seriously come up with an answer to that question. He ends up laughing awkwardly, scratching his head. “oh I guess I just don’t really have much time to date and plus its hard to meet people nowadays, I think… “

“How long have you been single?”

“Um… a few months,” A FEW YEARS, his mind and penis scream at him in devastation.

“Ooh. No hook ups or anything?” Baekhyun asks casually pouring a shot for the both of them.

Chanyeol isn’t sure if he should confess to not having boned in A FEW YEARS or to try and seem cool by saying he got hoes in different area codes. But he didn’t wanna be a fuckboy. gods, was this a test? There was no winning!

“No…” he ends up answering honestly. He takes his shot without Baekhyun and downs his beer.

Baekhyun looks truly surprised. “wow. So you’re saying you haven’t gotten laid in months?” he whistles, and takes his drink.

“its not really a big deal to me,” chanyeol explains hastily, defending his unwanted chastity belt.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, pouring yet another set of beer and soju. “hooking up isn’t a big deal to you.”

“no!” chanyeol exclaims. “no, I meant. Like. Nevermind.”

Baekhyun smiles coyly at him through his eyelashes. “cheers to that.”

“cheers to what?”

“hooking up.”

They down their respective alcohol even though chanyeol isn’t sure what the hell that meant but strangely finds himself not too worried. Baekhyuns presence is becoming comfortable, and with every shot, chanyeol feels like he can be more and more himself. Baekhyun laughs a lot at his reactions and stories, and chanyeol is captivated everytime Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks at him, pours drink, takes a shot, anything really. Baekhyun is truly gorgeous, and attractive af. There was just something about him and chanyeol is suddenly thinking about baekhyuns previous question except about Baekhyun – why was he single?

[baekhyunsahoe]

red rover, red rover

SHANNARA CHRONICLES AU ; BAEKYEOL

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“What are you, half elf half stupid?”

Chanyeol’s pointy ears flush with embarrassment. Apparently, not only did today’s forecast include getting ambushed by a wandering bloodthirsty troll two steps into Chanyeol’s wholesome quest to reach the village of healers, but another attack is in store for him albeit verbally by his so called ‘savior’.

“No. I’m actually half elf, half human,” Chanyeol answers though he’s pretty sure that was a rhetorical question. He’s still on the floor having not recovered just yet. The muds soaked into his trousers leaving a questionable poo looking stain on his behind but that was the least of his worries.

His ‘savior’ looks down at him from his stance atop the grassy hill. Between them is the fallen troll, a sickle lodged in it’s thick neck. Dead. Like Chanyeol’s hopes and dreams to be a healer. He can’t even save himself. Who was he kidding.

“Yeah, and you were almost a full course meal, if it wasn’t for me.”

He’s a rover. It’s obvious. Bandits of the lands with no real home and stealing to get by. Chanyeol feels he might have had better chances against the troll. It’s a good thing he doesn’t really have anything worthy in his possessions. Well he does have magical elf stones his father left him but they probably didn’t do shit. Chanyeol’s wondering if he should offer his soiled pants as a token of appreciation when he’s approached.

He finally gets a good look at the fella.

Oh, he’s attractive. It had been kind of hard to do full body check outs when a breath away from death but this close, hovering over him in the broad daylight Chanyeol can see that this guy has a distractingly pretty face. His hair was a dark red, burgundy, a deep wine. Side swept bangs over dark kohl rimmed eyes. He had rather pink lips that were thin but pouty at the same time. The most noticeable thing about him was his outfit. Bad ass looking jacket, check. Tight form fitting pants that only drew more attention to his hips, and thighs and probably his ass too but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He had straps around both thighs with weapons tucked in it. He had black cut out gloves on. Chanyeol was staring.

“I’ll let you get on your knees and worship me later, but we should probably head out of here before the wolves pick up the scent.” He kicks lazily at the dead troll’s head, causing the blood to ooze. Chanyeol instantly feels sick at the sight of it but the rover doesn’t seem to care, crouching and robbing the troll of it’s weapons. Did trolls even carry around gold?

“What are you waiting for?”

Chanyeol snaps out of it getting to his feet. He towers over his new companion, if he can even call him that.

“T-thanks,” Chanyeol finally gets around to saying. “Your name is?”

For a second he doesn’t look like he is going to tell him but then, “Baekhyun. And if you think I’m getting all touched you don’t want to refer to me as low thieving rover in your mind, you can shove it.”

“No! I wasn’t thinking that. I don’t judge. My name is Chanyeol by the way.”

“Okay,” Baekhyun couldn’t sound more uninterested as he hops onto his horse, and looks down at Chanyeol. “Are you coming or what?”

“Oh!” Chanyeol scrambles on the white stallion. His groin is against Baekhyun’s ass. He could feel his ears heat up in embarrassment yet again.

“Well don’t be shy.” Baekhyun’s tone is a sweet but he’s clearly teasing and being sarcastic. “Hold on. I’m not coming back for you if you fall off.”

Chanyeol doesn’t want to admit he squeaks in reply but he does because Baekhyun pulls the reigns without even waiting for Chanyeol to secure himself. Naturally, he flails and ends up grabbing the first place within arms reach which happens to be Baekhyun’s waist.

“Someone is making themselves at home,” Baekhyun comments drily because Chanyeol is holding onto him for dear life. He wasn’t sure who was a maniac, Baekhyun or the horse. They were going so fast, wildly through the forest that trees were becoming blurs of green.

“I’m sorry!” Chanyeol’s voice is drowned out by the wind. Talk about horse power. “You’re going pretty fast.”

“I can say the same thing about you,” Baekhyun’s probably referring to the way Chanyeol’s basically pressed up against him in a backhug, a bit intimate for two people who just met ten minutes ago.

“Sorry Baekhyun but I – wah – “ the horse literally gallops three feet in the air – Chanyeol’s life flashes before his eyes. “If I don’t hold on like this, I’ll fall off – “

“I know. I’m messing with you. Don’t hurt yourself.” Baekhyun abruptly pulls on the reigns. Chanyeol nearly catapults off at the sudden halt.

They’ve arrived at some sort of small lake with a peaceful waterful between large rocks. It looks pleasant and serene. Safe. Chanyeol’s looking around, taking in his surroundings when Baekhyun interrupts the silence.

“Light is thirsty.”

“Light?”

“Yes, Light.” Baekhyun leans forward to half pets half cuddle his horse’s mane, “Who do you think you’ve been riding this whole time?”

Oh right Light. Because Chanyeol is a horse whisperer and gets visions their birth certificate during their first rodeo.

“We should get him some water then.”

“Now you’ve got some good ideas.” Baekhyun praises with that same sarcastic teasing tone that was borderline flirtacious. “Did you wanna take a dip?”

Chanyeol’s not really accustomed to going skinny dipping with strangers no matter how attractive and questionably friendly they were.

“I took a bath yesterday.” Chanyeol says awkwardly. It sounded less gross in his mind.

“You also fell in a bunch of troll shit when I saved you earlier.”

“WHAT!”

“I’m just kidding.” Baekhyun laughs, finally done cuddling Light, and hopping off. His firm but round ass jiggles in his tight pants. Chanyeol gulps. Were all rovers this hot?

“Ha ha.” He mutters, jumping off the horse as well. Baekhyun walks it to the water, and it drinks instantly.

Chanyeol’s so busy watching Light practically inhale the water that he doesn’t notice Baekhyun is staring at him. When he does, he makes eye contact, but can’t hold it, and makes a constipated nervous face as he focus on a random tree branch in the background.

“So did you want to tell me what you were doing wandering around troll territory?”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. “that was troll territory?”

“Yes Chanyeol.” He patronizes. “And you were wandering in it… “ his eyes scan chanyeol’s body, stopping at his waist area. Chanyeol fidgets. “without a weapon I’m guessing.”

“Well I’ve never really had much experience with a sword.” Chanyeol admits sheepishly. Its true. He grew up in a small village. There weren’t really many reasons to go around and practice stabbing things.

“Oh so did you want to die or something?”

“What, no.” Chanyeol pouts.

“I’m just curious what a innocent little country boy like you is doing out by himself… totally defenseless.”

“Now that you mention it, I am on a journey to Stockholm. That’s where they specialize in healing. I’m an aspiring healer… after my mom d – nevermind.” Chanyeol feels the hurt all over again. Baekhyun’s expression doesn’t change.

“What happened to your mom?”

“She passed away. I … couldn’t save her.” Chanyeol stops, on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Baekhyun frowns, playful demeanor gone for once. “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I need you to give me all your valuables or else I’ll kill you…?”

Chanyeol thinks he’s hearing things, he hopes he’s hearing things but then Baekhyun pulls out a small knife.

“it’s nothing personal. My boss just wont be happy if I come back with no loot. No loot means no good. And if youre no good then should you even be alive? You understand right?” Baekhyun steps closer to chanyeol whos frozen in place. “no hard feelings.”

“Baekhyun I, I have nothing valuable. You can search me. I have like two coins of gold.” Chanyeol strangely doesn’t feel as scared as he was when the random troll attacked him earlier. Its probably because Baekhyun wasn’t really looking at him like he wanted to murder him.  no there was something else in his eyes.

“That’s sad. I almost want to let you keep it.” Baekhyun says sincerely as he reaches into chanyeol’s pocket and takes the coins. “Is that really all you have to offer me?” Baekhyun purses his lips, like this was a casual exchange.

“Yeah. I… “

Baekhyun notices the necklace from beneath chanyeol’s shirt.

“What’s that?” He gestures with the knife.

“It’s from my mom.” Chanyeol whispers, and feels like he might actually cry now because that was special with sentimental value.

“Oh.” Baekhyun says. Then sighs. “youre not making this easy for me you know.”

“I’m sorry –  “

“no seriously. Youre so pathetic. Who apologizes while theyre getting mugged? And two coins. God, I’m basically going to eat crumbs tonight with this kind of loot.” Baekhyun sounds stressed now. “Not even worth it.” He sighs. “I’m not even going to try to report in tonight. Come on.”

“W-what?”

Baekhyun waves a hand at him and tugs at his horse. They walk a couple minutes before they reach a little hut, like a treehouse of sorts.

“Whoa.” Chanyeol comments. It looked unstable but quaint and quite nice. “You live here?”

“You don’t get to ask me questions chanyeol.” Baekhyun says flippantly. He ties light next to a nearby tree and gestures to the rickety wooden stairs leading into the make shift house. “Ladies first.” He coos sweetly while bowing with his knife.

Chanyeol pouts at the jab, but heads up.

Theres only one window, and with the sun going down, pretty dim in the homely room. Its wooden and nicely furnished. Blablablabla.

“this is nice.” Chanyeol comments slowly, wondering why Baekhyun even brought him here.

“well youre nice so.” Baekhyun points to the couch. “sit. Ill make you a drink.”

He stirs something as chanyeol takes a seat on the sofa.

“are you still trying to rob me? Because I realized yeah I don’t have much. I can help you make some money from the next village so you can have more to show for to your boss -- “ chanyeol rambles.

“we’ve talked enough don’t you think?” Baekhyun interrupts turning around with two drinks in hand. “we can worry about all that tomorrow. I want to spend tonight with you.”

Chanyeol’s ears do it again. Baekhyun smiles at him as he sits on the small chair adjacent to the couch. He passes chanyeol the drink. He takes off his jacket leaving him in a sleeveless shirt, exposing more of his smooth pale skin and a teasing glimpse of his collarbones, his shirt was pretty lowcut now that the jacket wasn’t in the way. The sunset bathes the room in a seductive glow. Baekhyun looks even sexier in this lighting.

“I’m glad you changed your mind. but really, I don’t mind helping you. I mean I do owe you my life.” Chanyeol goes back to rambling becauase he was really fucking nervous. Could it be, was Baekhyun making moves on him?! no way.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, and passes chanyeol the drink. it’s a red liquid that looks like wine. “should we make a toast to that?”

“oh sure!” chanyeol raises his glass and clinks it against Baekhyuns. “to you.”

“no,” baekhyun smiles and hes actually really fucking beautiful. “to us.”

Chanyeol feels a warm feeling, butterflies in his stomach, when he hears those sentiments and he drinks to that. Baekhyun watches him.

“you know, its really such a shame. You’re pretty cute. And tall. Totally my type. If you ignore the half elf bit. But then again ive never been with an elf before…” Baekhyun is giving chanyeol bedroom eyes and chanyeol laughs nervously as he sips his drink some more. It tasted pretty good, sweet. it was making him a little dizzy and whew did he have a long day or what beacause he aws suddenly having a difficult time opening his mouth to even form a sentence. What did Baekhyun just say? He was his type?

Baekhyun suddenly sitting beside him, drink nowhere in sight. Hes gazing at chanyeol intensely. “if there circumstances were different, id totally take this further.” Baekhyun sounds torn, and chanyeol is just about to cheerfully ask what on earth it is he is talking about, but then baekhyun’s lips are on his and he’s being kissed. Holy crap. He is in so much shock that he doesn’t even close his eyes. Baekhyun presses his mouth firmly against chanyeol’s once, twice, then he’s pulling away but still close enough to see the freckles on his face. “I am really sorry about your mother chanyeol. And your father. But you have the elfstones. And I need them.” He grabs the drink from chanyeol’s hand as chanyeol’s world spins. “also – im really sorry about the headache youre going to have tomorrow.”

Everything goes dark.

-- \fcs0 \>�_\�

[baekhyunsahoe]

pt 1 revised

“HOT GRILL!”

Chanyeol presses himself into the wall corner as a server passes through with a steaming iron plate in tow. He can feel the heat radiate right against his apron clad crotch and he holds back a whimper.

Whoever said working at EXO Korean BBQ house was easy clearly lied. Then again no one told him that. It’s Chanyeol’s fourth day as a runner and one thing he’s learned is that the floor is definitely a battlefield, a dimly illuminated in blue lights battlefield with each table armed with tongs and scissors as they throw their raw meat of choice onto the circular grill and watch it sizzle as the smoke rises and engulfs half the restaurant with fumes from the all-you-can-eat Korean barbeque goodness. They dine like kings seated upon white leather seated booths, employees their bitches for the night as they yell their order left and right. It’s loud in there after all. Deafening decimals of the top 40 booming, or when it’s near closing, trap music. It’s busy. Completely overwhelming. Chanyeol’s never really been too coordinated to begin with. He finds himself on his toes every second.

Upon finally deeming it safe to remove himself from becoming one with the side station, he finds the lapse in his judgment too late and nearly crashes into another coworker decked out in the all black button up collared dress shirt they all have to wear. BAEKHYUN, his name tag reads. He’s a rather pretty little thing with kohl rimmed eyes and soft looking dyed blonde hair. But then –

“Say corner next time,” he hisses, shoving Chanyeol deliberately with a bony shoulder.

“Got it,” Chanyeol winces with a pained smile. Sheesh.

Six more hours to go…

  --

  His break comes as a small miracle in life. It’s basically closing when Suho, the manager, pulls him aside, floor plan in hand.

“Go on your thirty.”

Chanyeol nods. He ignores his reflection staring back at him in the spectacles of the polite well-mannered yet just as aggressive as everyone else manager. He knew he looked like a hot mess, oil spills on his shirt and apron. What once was a youtube tutorial attempt at an updo probably a chaotic mop of hair on top of his head, black bangs sweaty and his forehead shiny with gel. You could honestly cook some Korean bbq on his face by this point… for free.

The fresh air of the outside world feels like heaven. Chanyeol takes a deep breath. It was dark out, and it’s probably way colder than it feels, but the restaurant is a nonstop overheated smoky pit of bulgogi and kalbi fumes, making the temperature outside beyond refreshing in comparison.

Chanyeol’s feet are killing him even as he sits on curb. The parking lot is still full and he sees customers walking in despite them basically reaching closing time. This establishment never turns away anyone though, so even at 11 o clock they accept business with open albeit aching arms.

It must be the longest time he hasn’t touched his phone in one day. He pulls it out of his backpack and sees a few snaps from Jongin. The fool’s drinking while studying for midterms. Chanyeol shakes his head a small smile on his face when he hears a loud bang from the kitchen back door behind him.

Out comes Baekhyun, apronless for once. Chanyeol’s never seen him without the apron, and he can’t help but check out his figure, tight black slacks hugging his noticeably shapely hips and slim thighs. He forces himself to look up before he becomes known as a creeper.

“Hi.” He greets somewhat scared because Baekhyun wasn’t exactly the friendliest person on the planet.

“What.” Baekhyun snaps at the same time he pulls a personal bottle of what looks like Hennessey from who knows where. He chugs it as Chanyeol blinks in shock and mild amazement. What a baddie.

“Um.”

“Are you gonna snitch?” Baekhyun drawls but shows no fear. His pink lips are wet. The light from the back of the building highlight him in an almost dramatic way. “Or did you want some?”

Chanyeol seriously goes over his options for a second. Accept and be a badass or refuse and basically write pussy BITCH on his forehead.

“Yeah sure.”

He gets up to his full height of 6 feet 2 inches. Baekhyun looks up at him and it’s the first time Chanyeol feels like he’s actually being seen as a person instead of a runner noob.

Baekhyun looks impressed himself, handing him the personal.

Chanyeol chugs it mindlessly trying hard to be cool but damn near chokes when he remembers how disgusting Hennessey was when warm and worse, no chase. He’s trying not to grimace but the laugh that comes out of Baekhyun’s mouth confirms his failure. He cant help but feel a little good about himself that he got Baekhyun to laugh though, or maybe it was the hot alcohol going down his throat and his body reacting immediately after not eating for almost 12 hours.

“Thank you.” Chanyeol breathes, wiping at his mouth. Baekhyun takes another swig killing the little bottle.

“You owe me.” Is all he says with a handsome smirk before walking back in leaving chanyeol buzzed and suddenly feeling the cold.

By the time he’s over Baekhyun’s laugh, his thirty is up.

   -----

  “Hey.”

Chanyeol’s grabbed roughly by the arm, no introduction no explanation, and dragged to section one – the godforsaken high-tops near the host stand.

Baekhyun lets go but not before shoving a broom and dustpan into Chanyeol’s hands.

“Clean my section for me,” Baekhyun orders, looking up at Chanyeol with an expectant look of sorts.

“Uh,” Chanyeol starts.

“It’s simple. Degrease the bowls, degrease the tables, sanitize it, sanitize the chairs and chair legs, wipe down the light and wooden panels, then sweep and mop the floor,” Baekhyun lists and Chanyeol has to seriously wonder if Baekhyun even knew what the word ‘simple’ meant. Before he can dwell too long Baekhyun finishes with a passive aggressive, “You owe me remember?”

Wow. Baekhyun really came to collect within an hour time frame. Is that how it was at this place?

“Okay,” Chanyeol agrees accepting his fate. That miniscule shot of heem wasn’t worth it to be honest. Like Chanyeol was buzzed for twenty minute then it went away.  

Baekhyun steps closer. “Are you mad?”

“No!” Chanyeol splutters.

“Good,” Baekhyun smiles with satisfaction. “Don’t forget to do the set up. Plates, napkins, chopsticks.” Baekhyun retreats to the side station in two steps and comes back with a utensil in each hand. “Scissors and tongs. Got it?”

“Okay,” Chanyeol nods feeling tired already.

“Have a good night,” Baekhyun trails off, squinting at Chanyeol’s nametag. “Chanyeol.” He adds as if acknowledging Chanyeol indeed had a name makes the situation any better. Hearing him say his name did send a strangely delightful chill up Chanyeol’s spine though. “Bye.”

He leaves without wasting another second.

Chanyeol sighs, staring at the mess that is section one. Other people already look halfway done with their cleaning. Loud ratchet music is blasting from the speakers and everyone seems to be chilling but Chanyeol doesn’t know anyone and it seems people here aren’t too interested in getting to know fresh meat.

He gets to work, pulling on gloves after finally locating where they were stored to begin with. He regrets not bringing his earphones because the trap playlist was really not what he needed right now.

It’s been half an hour and he’s only on grill number two at table eleven. Chanyeol’s not sure if he’s slow af and sucks at this or if everyone else were just born with god given grill cleaning talent. It was probably a little of both.

He senses someone’s presence behind him right when he sees a shadow loom onto the table.

“Ha.”

Chanyeol turns around curious as to who decided to give him the time of day.

It’s a tall boy. He looks young with gaunt facial features and a big nose, but a baby face. He’s pretty cute like all the servers, Chanyeol guesses they all had to be attractive to work here however shallow that sounds. This particular staff member’s sleepy eyes are full of amusement and his black hair rocks high school style bangs making him look even younger.

“Yes?” Chanyeol prompts unsurely as the guy proceeds to just linger.

“He better be paying you for that,” he says.

Chanyeol finally notices his nametag – Sehun, it reads.

“What do you mean,” Chanyeol asks slowly.

“Baekhyun. Making you his bitch and all. Cleaning his section and stuff,” Sehun flicks a piece of kalbi bone off the table. “He should tip you out for it.”

“Oh.” Chanyeol doesn’t know why but his face burns at this. Is he really Baekhyun’s bitch? Why did he strangely have no problem with that? He shakes his head, “No it’s cool. I owed him a favor.”

“Already?” Sehun looks genuinely surprised. “You’ve barely been here twenty four hours.”

“It’s my fourth shift actually.”

“Exactly.” Sehun purses his lips as he nods. “Tell you what. I’ll help you clean once I’m done with my section but only if you personal run for me tomorrow.”

“Personal run?”

“Yeah. Wait do you even work tomorrow?”

Chanyeol thinks for a moment, summoning a mental image of his schedule into his mind. “Yeah.” He confirms. “Four to close.”

“Perfect! It’s busy on Saturdays and Suho doesn’t break me til 12am that fuck,” Sehun pouts a little. “I definitely need a runner if I want to make decent take home.”

Chanyeol’s never run for anyone before, mainly floor running with no designated server to attend to. Picking up empty plates off tables and clearing the expo line until it was time to go home. He still hasn’t mastered the art of carrying two trays which is pretty pathetic seeing as he is one of the taller workers and should be swole. Coming out with one tray looks sad.

“I’m down. I’ll be your runner,” Chanyeol confirms with finality and a genuine smile. Alas, someone was treating him like one of humankind!

Sehun grins back at him. “Sweet. I’ma teach you all you need to know.”

“Gee thanks!”

“I gotchu,” Sehun does the finger gun thing. “Baekhyun’s gonna be so jealous.” He snickers but before Chanyeol could ask what he means for the second time in barely a minute, goes on, “I’ma go finish up the plates, then I’ll be back to help you.”

“Thanks man.” Chanyeol says again, truly grateful.

Sehun does the finger thing once more and walks away, half twerking to ‘slob on my knob’ that booms loudly over the stereo.

--

   Chanyeol can’t help but feel awkward hovering around section six as Sehun goes table to table taking orders. ‘Table touching’ he had called it. He squats to talk to customers, being tall as a teenage tree and all. Chanyeol takes note to do the same when he finally gets to be a server.

He observes the sweet eye-smile Sehun almost robotically has on his face like a mask. With every word he says to the guests, the smile is there. Then the moment’s over and Sehun rushes him to the side.

“I just fucking got slammed the host is such a cunt,” Sehun whispers loudly. “Tao’s lucky I got side and sauce setups or I’d beat his ass.” Sehun takes a deep breath appearing to do some practiced meditation breathing as Chanyeol sends a prayer to whoever this Tao guy is. “Anyway, here’s a list. You memorized the table numbers right?”

Chanyeol wants to say he barely gave the four by two section map a spare glance opting to inconspicuously peek at the written numbers on the table but nods instead. “Yup.” He says confidently.

“Awesome.” Sehun rips a piece of paper from his notepad. “Thirteen rice total and don’t forget the forks and all that extra shit these bitches asked for.”

“Okay.” Chanyeol can barely comprehend Sehun’s chicken scratch handwriting but okay.

Sehun salutes him, patting him on the shoulder. “Thanks hyung.”

Feeling good about himself at the respectful term, Chanyeol gets to work.

The first slam is a breeze. Twenty minutes in, Sehun pulls Chanyeol aside again and gestures to the section much in the way Mufasa did in the Lion King when he was explaining Pride Rock.

“You see this? This is the chill stage. Everyone’s chilling,” he dramatically points at random guests. “She’s chilling. He’s chilling. They’re chilling so we’re chilling,” Sehun smiles looking like a proud father. “They got their first round of meats and their drinks,” he pauses, squinting at a cloud of smoke. “Actually. Have you ever changed a grill before?

“No…” Chanyeol answers slowly secretly hoping it would never have to come to this. Grill changing anxiety was real.

Sehun claps a hand on his shoulder.

“You gon learn today.”

It’s a terrifying experience, being in control of people’s lives by the burning hot grill in your hands, trying to make sure no dumbass accidentally touches it or moves in the way. You gotta be a hundred and one percent aware of your surroundings. Chanyeol now understands why most servers yelling hot grill look intense and stressed, near death experiences and all.

The new grill slams down atop the burner and the customers are amazed. Chanyeol’s amazed at himself too.

“Thank you!” They say enthusiastically. Chanyeol smiles as beads of nervous sweat form and drip down his face.

“HOT GRILLLLLLLLLLLLLL.” He screeches as he walks. “Hotgrillhotgrillhotgrill CORNER.” He makes it to the dish pit and drops off the grill. Success, he thinks.

When he turns around, Baekhyun’s leaning against the wall, sipping on his straw with what looks to be soda. Or it could be Hennessey again who knows.

“Good job,” Baekhyun tells him but despite the compliment sounds sarcastic as hell.

Chanyeol nods in a half bow and rushes out. Damn Baekhyun looked good. He must have just clocked in because he was sans apron and full view of sexy hips and – Chanyeol chances a double take and yep. Baekhyun had a nice ass. It wasn’t really a surprise. All his personality traits just screamed ‘I can act like this because I have a nice ass’.

When nine pm rolls around, Chanyeol’s previous assumption that things would slow down is shoved down his throat. The wait is at two hours, the lobby is swamped, no one’s gone on their break, and Chanyeol doesn’t even have time to spare to take a much needed piss.

Sehun’s warped into a military commander, barking orders with a hot flush on his face and sleeves rolled all the way up.

“Tao’s slamming me for fun,” Sehun pants, eyes narrowed to slits, pretending his hands are binoculars as he glares straight into Tao’s being at the host stand. “That asshole. There’s other sections open too you know but he doesn’t care. Too lazy to walk to the other side of the damn restaurant. Ugh, fuck this shit.” Sehun looks on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Chanyeol feels bad that he couldn’t make things easier for him. As far as hes concerned runners are there to allow the server more time with their tables.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes.

“Nah you’re good. We’re just understaffed. Like severely understaffed. No one’s bussing the tables. No one’s changing the grills fast enough. And last but not least, no one’s running the food.  When the kitchen gets backed up, we’re all fucked.” Sehun looks at his ipad. “It’s been more than ten minutes. I gotta get table sixty five’s meats. Shit, I haven’t even gotten their drinks yet. Can you grab them some waters at the bar?”

“Got it!”

Chanyeol’s never actually gotten drinks for tables before. He’s never even met the bartender. The bar zone is another battlefield altogether. A bunch of drinks are on the black mats atop the red marble counter. Tickets are sloppily stuck on the side of the glass, labeling the drink, server name, table, and even the time. Some are from twenty minutes ago. That wasn’t good. Chanyeol moves into action, grabbing six water glasses and puts them on the circular tray, praying he won’t drop this shit as soon as he runs it.

He’s pouring the water and ice, half missing as he tries to multi task and shove straws into each cup.

When he’s done with the pitchers, a dark looming presence that’s impressive from a rather short guy makes itself known.

“Are you not capable of the simple task of placing empty pitchers to the right side of the bar?” Kyungsoo, his name tag reads, apparently the bartender, says calmly but with a cut throat icy tone. His big eyes beat Chanyeol’s own wide ones.

“My bad.” Chanyeol says distractedly nearly spilling a glass of water.

“Put the empty pitchers on the right side of the bar.”

Chanyeol does as he told and gets another scolding. “My right,” Kyungsoo emphasizes.

Chanyeol wants badly to answer back because he did not clarify that but he bites his tongue and does as he’s told.

He barely hears a ‘behind you’ of a familiar voice as he’s lifting his tray of glasses and if Baekhyun hadn’t swerved left when Chanyeol turned around a full on wet collision would have taken place.

“I said behind you,” Baekhyun snaps at him.

Chanyeols pouting now, tired of getting yelled at. “I didn’t hear you.” He says under his breath not making eye contact.

“Then fucking listen next time. Your ears are big enough.”

Chanyeol’s taken aback at the unsolicited insult. R00d, he thinks.

He miraculously makes it back to section six without spilling his tray, and drops the drinks off at 65.

They’re a group of young guys around their early 20’s all dressed fashionably in snapbacks and hoodies. There’s a few bottles of soju and giant Hite bottles already on their table despite having just got seated not too long ago. Must have started drinking during the wait time.

“Yo thanks!” One of them with bunny teeth and an innocent boy-next-door face whoops. Buzzed, Chanyeol observes.

“No problem.”

“Are you a server too?”

“Where’s Sehun?”

“I’m hungry!”

“Is Jin hyung working today?”

Chanyeol’s bombarded with questions and suddenly feels overwhelmed. Maybe he isn’t suited for server life. Having to actually be constantly interacting with tables no with strangers basically... hungry strangers. Drunk strangers.

“Sehun’s getting your food, guys.” Chanyeol says politely. “And I’m not sure who Jin hyung is. Sorry.”

“Aw man! No hooks up today.”

“It’s his birthday!”

“Can you sing for him?”

“Shut the fuck up!” the one who’s birthday it apparently was hisses. He’s a really pale slim guy on the very end of the booth near Chanyeol. He seems to be consumed by his oversized black hoodie and looks miserable but chill at the same time.

“But Yoongi-hyung! You get pineapples!”

“I loathe pineapples, Jimin.”

Jimin frowns as ‘Yoongi hyung’ stabs at a spicy radish banchan.

Another male on the opposite of the end of the booth tugs at Chanyeol’s sleeve. His melanin is popping and he’s got a video game character slash manga boy look about him along with a quite charming box shaped smile. “Can you guys sing for him later? His name is Yoongi, say he’s turning 87 years old.”

“I can hear you, Taehyung,” Yoongi seethes. “I’m not 87 years old.”

“Then stop acting like it!”

Chanyeol finds himself with the plastered on robotic smile like Sehun earlier and finally understands why. Customers be so needy and they all talk at once! He couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if it was a bigger party, or when they were ordering side dishes. Shudder. He wishes badly for Sehun to pop up and take him away from all this… this… customer service.

“Don’t mind them. They’ve had a few,” a smooth voice from the far end of the table says. This guy looks more mature and notably more sober than the others. His silver hair peeks out beneath a black beanie with the letters RM. “Just checking up but no rush or nothing, do you know if our food’s coming? We’re famished.”

“Oh! Yeah lemme go check in the kitchen for you.” Chanyeol’s right about to flee the scene when he sees Sehun approaching with 2 trays in hand. Full hands in full hands out yo. He passes one to Chanyeol and steps into the limelight.

“Hey guys! Sorry about that! I had to run some food but I’m back and I got your order! Yay!” Sehun drops the food one by one with lightning speed. “Beef bulgogi, double order brisket, beef belly, and spicy calamari.” He turns gracefully and grabs at the food in Chanyeol’s tray. “Also the appetizers, popcorn chicken, fried calamari and  japchae.”

Jimin is about to open his mouth to say something but Sehun cuts him off. “Don’t worry your soondooboois on the way. Just about 5 min, okay? They gotta make sure the soup is nice and hot for you! Sorry about that!”

“No, it’s okay! Thank you!”

Sehun walks Chanyeol away and sighs. “Thanks for taking care of them. Theyre regulars. Young but they tip pretty fat. Rare for millenials let me tell you that. Jin’s friends though. Before you ask, Jin’s main cashier. He’s off today. I’m surprised he’s not with them – ”

“— it’s the Yoongi guy’s 87th birthday.” Chanyeol blurts before he forgets.

Sehun laughs. “Oh god. He’s gonna kill us for singing. I’m so excited. This is gonna be fun. I’ma send in the pineapples in about 45 minutes.”

“Why pineapples?”

“We don’t have any birthday specials here but we do give a free plate of pineapples and sing.”

“Oh.”

“It’s better than nothing.” Sehun shrugs. “Anyway, once I get those, I want you to ask everyone available to do a birthday for us.”

“Copy that.” Chanyeol salutes. Sehun grins.

“You’re doing great by the way.”

Chanyeol grins back.

--

    Time passes differently inside EXO Korean BBQ house. One second it’s five pm the next it’s been three and a half hours. It’s a bit insane and almost feels like Chanyeol is in a whole other world completely. Hence, the forty five minutes until the birthday comes in the blink of an eye.

The adrenaline rush is definitely hitting Chanyeol by this point.

Sehun’s been reminding him a catchy but kinda lame ‘teamwork really makes the dreamwork’ with every checkbook he obsessively opens once the table is out the door, never failing to grin borderline maniacally at the 25% tip they’ve been getting.

“Bless,” Sehun cheers. “Suho better give me a strawberry soju cocktail for this.”

Chanyeol laughs. “I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“Yeah sure you deserve a shot! You’ve done well Yeollie. Can I call you that? Do people call you that?”

“Not really but it’s fine.” Tbh Chanyeol hated that nickname bc wtf. “As long as I get to call you Sehunnie.”

“Nevermind.”

They share another laugh and then lo and a behold, a random fellow server pops out.

“Hi Chen.” Sehun chirps. “Whatcha got there?”

“Your birthday pineapples, bitch.”

“Damn you stay on them birthday pineapples.”

“Well when you got vocals such as I then yes. You never know when you’ll get discovered and if it’s through singing happy birthday at a restaurant then so be it,” his finely chiseled jawbones are more pronounced as a foxy grin spreads across his face. He turns to Chanyeol. “Hi. Don’t believe we’ve met. New guy right?”

“Yeah that’s me. New guy.”

“Ha you’re funny. I like you, new guy.”

“Watch out. He says that to everyone he think he can take advantage and manipulate into doing his dirty work,” Sehun warns playing around on his ipad.

“Hey!”  Chen interjects. Chanyeol grins, feeling more at home and part of the EXO fam now. It was a good feeling.

“Anyway. Birthday time. Get like two or three more people, okay? And maybe a clean grill so you can bang on that shit and get everyone’s fucking attention.” Sehun dictates.

“On my way.”

Chanyeol speeds around the restaurant looking for non-busy folks. Fail – everyone basically says no or ignores him when he asks, sad face. Alright then, so maybe not quite part of the EXO fam yet.

He bumps into Baekhyun unintentionally. A cute shocked ‘ah!’ leaves Baekhyun’s mouth, and seriously it’s so cute but almost sexual that Chanyeol’s face burns. Wild, wild thoughts.

“Say ‘behind you’!” Baekhyun practically shouts at him looking scandalized. Chanyeol just stares, a bit flabbergasted at the feisty little thing Baekhyun was. A loud huff. “What do you want?”

“Birthday?” Chanyeol finally remembers his mission in life.

“Ugh,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Fine. Come on.”

Chanyeol can’t help the big goofy smile on his face at Baekhyun actually agreeing to do something nice for him well technically for Sehun but still. Progress, people.

They weave through the crowd of servers and customers alike with the grace of a seasoned employee. For once in Chanyeol’s life his clumsy demeanor is absent. Maybe actually putting a conscious effort to stop fucking up was all it took. Or maybe motivation. He stares at Baekhyun’s fluffy blonde hair and swears he can catch a whiff of mild sweet cologne. Of course Baekhyun probably had magical powers to still remain bulgogi and kalbi scent free even halfway through his shift. This guy was just way too attractive for his own good. Chanyeol is wondering ridiculously what his zodiac sign is when Baekhyun abruptly stops.

Chanyeol crashes right into him just as Baekhyun throws his hand behind him to stop Chanyeol albeit a little too late. His hand lands directly where the sun don’t shine, against Chanyeol’s groin or in Layman terms – full on dick smack. Ouch.

Chanyeol groans, low and pained and would very much like to keel over at his premature demise, but with the intertia still in full effect, he stumbles into Baekhyun’s shoulder instead. This brings him right against Baekhyun’s ass and despite just getting hit down there, feels his cock twitch as blood rushes down. Oh no noono.

“Can you watch out?” Baekhyun asks as if it was his fault and blatantly ignoring what he had done to Chanyeol’s family jewels.

“I am sorry.” Chanyeol dryheaves, seeing stars.

Still in the midst of getting it together, Chanyeol sees a server in front of Baekhyun pulling back after replacing a burnt grill from the table right in front of them. So that’s what caused this random traffic jam in the first place. Then Baekhyun’s peering back at him.

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asks with an amused smirk.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He’s not.

Baekhyun looks down for a brief moment then back up into Chanyeol’s eyes again. “That was your thing wasn’t it?”

OH my god, Chanyeol thinks. Is he seriously asking that right now?! Freakin’ specifically and shit? Chanyeol doesn’t know what to say! And he’s sure his face is red as a tomato.

“I – it – “

Baekhyun laughs again. The second time Chanyeol’s got him to and the 77% chance of never being able to have children due to untimely hot grill induced dick smacks seems worth it.

“Well get used to it,” Baekhyun advises. “It happens a lot here.”

Chanyeol has no idea why the hell that is a thing that happens a lot here and truthfully that’s a little scare and almost enough to make him turn in his two weeks but then Baekhyun’s snickering giving Chanyeol reason to believe this little shit was just fucking with him. Heck, that was probably on purpose. They finally make it to section six, Chanyeol speechless the whole way not trusting himself to not blurt out WHY YOU HIT MY DICK and dramatically explain it has feelings too, you know.

Sehun, Chen and a few others have already appeared to have gathered around table sixty five.

“FINALLY!” Sehun shouts.

“Shut up,” Baekhyun says with no bite.

“His name is Yoongi,” Sehun tells everyone then they’re in a single file line of tall men in black looking like a squad. Gang gang.

Sehun suddenly bends down and brings his hand to his mouth as he booms,

“Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee we got a birthday.”

“AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE GOT A BIRTHDAY!” the rest of group echos almost deafeningly. Table sixty joins in, cheering madly looking incredibly shit faced.

“Hey everyone we got a birthday in the house. His name is Yoongi and he’s turning 87 years old today!” the crowd laughs as Yoongi looks absolutely livid, mortified, and tipsy all at the same time. He sinks down into his seat. Sehun’s got the pineapples in front of him and three hands reach out with torch lighters lighting up almost comically. “Let’s all sing him happy birthday!”

Chanyeol thinks he’s singing loud but it’s drowned out by the whole crowd. It’s a bit moving, hearing everyone sing. Strangers who don’t even know you all singing and helping you feel special on your birthday. It was making Chanyeol weirdly sentimental. The added ‘WOO’ with every line also made it fun and silly. Chen apparently wasn’t lying about his vocal skills. Hella extra but damn. People were loving it even as he did an unsolicited high note of Yoongi’s name in the background for no real reason.

Chanyeol’s enjoying the whole scene unfolding when he finally hears Baekhyun singing. If he wasn’t already sprung off his ass for the guy he would be now. Even though it’s quite a ruckus in there, he can clearly hear him and if that wasn’t the loveliest sound he’s heard in his life... he doesn’t realize he’s staring, captivated, until Baekhyun turns his head and catches his gaze.

His eyes are lit up from all the flames of the torch lighters, red orange embers dancing in his dark irises and Chanyeol cannot fathom how anyone can be so heartstoppingly divine. He’s effortlessly gorgeous and he’s more beautiful than the moment.

Its over too fast. There’s yelling, clapping, some howling and a random ass Lil Jon style YEEEEEEEEEEA-YUHHHHHHHHHH.

The rest of the servers disperse just as quickly as they assimilated.

Sehun’s just finished having a conversation with table sixty five – all chanyeol heard was soju cocktails on the house – and then he finds himself huddled in a nearby corner, Sehun on his left and Baekhyun on his right.

“How is he?” Baekhyun asks Sehun, and Chanyeol realizes he’s referring to him but straight up acting like he wasn’t there.

Sehun gives a thumbs up with no hesitation. “Good! He’s good.”

“Hm,” Baekhyun doesn’t look convinced. “I wouldn’t know. Never had him.”

“Yet!” Sehun gestures almost lazily at Chanyeol. “Do you want him?”

The question is about serving and running but geez it sounds weird and questionable and makes Chanyeol’s cheeks burn a little at the words if taken out of context.

“I’m good,”  Baekhyun says flippantly, but then he moves up against Chanyeol, real close, so close it brings his soft looking lips millimeters away from Chanyeol’s collar as he looks up at him. “He’s all yours.”

Chanyeol can’t meet his gaze, his eyes drop to those kissable lips, he can’t stop staring at them. Baekhyun licks said lips, wetting them probably because its’ so smoky in here so they had a tendency to get chapped but haha was that not sexual as fuck? Or so help me. Or help Chanyeol. Yeah Chanyeol needs help. Baekhyun’s really making him question his morals because his presence alone is enough to get Chanyeol junior stirring in the confines of his slacks.

“You owe me again.” Is all Baekhyun says but in a quite voice intended for only Chanyeol to hear. Then he’s walking away without sparing him another glance.

Chanyeol feels frozen to the spot but hot all over.

God, Baekhyun…. He was so damn fine, fuhhhhhhhhh. FUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

“Soooooooooooo,” Sehun raises an eyebrow slowly, arms crossed, seemingly picking up on the thicc sexual tension lingering in the air. “Wanna run for him?”

“Huh?” Chanyeol’s still out of it.

“Baekhyun. He doesn’t like to admit it but he needs a runner sometimes. I seen his section burning because he’s too busy flirting with customers.” Sehun picks at a fingernail.

“What makes you think I want to run for him?” Chanyeol gets defensive, feeling a bit ashamed at being so easy to read.

Sehun rolls his eyes. “Please like I haven’t seen the way you look at him. He’s got the same effect on half the human population.”

“Are you saying I look at him?”

“Yes, Sherlock Holmes.”

“I don’t look at him,” Chanyeol denies hurriedly.

“Relax,” Sehun laughs. “I’m not gonna tell him. Though he probably already knows. But I can request Suho to put you on the floor plan as a runner for him.”

“Would that really be a good idea…”

“Sure! One of the things about EXO, is we are one! There’s no front of the house or back of the house we are all one. We like to make sure we’re a team and that we can work well together. This will be the perfect opportunity to develop a good relationship with Baekhyun hyung. He’s an amazing server. He makes the most tips every shift. You can learn a lot from him.”

Develop a good relationship? Chanyeol’s got different things in mind. Shit. nooo. Can’t think that way. Unresolved sexual tension will not help this situation.

“I don’t know... he doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Chanyeol  sighs piling up a few empty plates.

“Nonsense!” Sehun booms throwing his hand up for emphasis and nearly smacking a guest in the face as he does so. He leans closer. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you too.” He winks and goes back to table touching.

Chanyeol bites his lip, eyes searching for Baekhyun through the busy bustling restaurant. His heart stops, then skips several beats and refuses to go back to normal when he sees the object of his desire staring back.

--

    Chanyeol goes home that night with more than house tip. His first runner tip out. Sehun had been generous. Fifty bucks is pretty good for a tip out. Most runners only get 10% but Sehun said he had kicked ass and was a natural and I quote ‘would be serving in no time.’

Jongin’s still up at their shared one bedroom. He’s in the living room which is technically his area of the apartment, six beers deep, still in his pajamas, and playing Monster Hunter.

“Yo.”

“Whaddup.”

“Tired as shit,” Chanyeol kicks off his shoes.

“You smell like straight up Korean samgyubsal dude,” Jongin scrunches his nose.

“And you smell like bad life decisions,” Chanyeol eyes the empty pack of beer and the half full bottle of jameson. “What’s the occasion?”

“Midterms over. Got a D. I’m celebrating.” Jongin shrugs. “Wanna join me?”

“Wow you finally got the D.”

“That joke is as old as your virginity.”

“I am not –  “

Okay, but he is. Was it weird??? He’s like twenty four… he may have never had a real relationship before but that doesn’t mean something was wrong with him! Was it his fault if his three focuses in life growing up was family, school, and gaming?! ‘Scuse him if he never took the time to hoe around. Matter of fact,  a lot of girls and even guys found Chanyeol attractive. Things just… never worked out. And and and it’s not like he was a pure holy virgin angel nun or something! No he’s seen a boobie or two. He’s definitely  kissed before; drunken make outs reign supreme in the formative college years. So yeah! He was like Mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz. Innocent, but not thaaaaaaaaat innocent... or something. Damn, it’s hard to defend his honor. Deciding vehemently in his mind, this was HIS choice and it’s totally normal and ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE HIM and he’s actually lucky because he is waiting for someone special, Chanyeol gets back to the subject at hand.  DRINKING.  Chanyeol doesn’t know why the hell not he wouldn’t. His body is aching all over and the exhaustion is starting to set in. A beer or two sounded wonderful. He opts to take a quick shower to get the stench of bulgogi off him but the quick shower turns in to a twenty minute jacking off session.

Dark eyes, light hair, the hottest piece of ass he’s ever seen…

And an aggressive but beautiful and intoxicating Baekhyun telling Chanyeol to fuck him harder.

“Ah fuck,” Chanyeol hisses as he comes everywhere. What a huge load.

If Sehun’s true to his word and gets Chanyeol as a runner for Baekhyun, it’s gonna take a lot of pre shift jizz sessions to stop the inevitable boners a certain server will give him.

Chanyeol ignores the beer and goes straight for the hard liquor, hating how everything was more and more reminding him of someone he’s only known for a few days and didn’t really respect him but was slowly taking over his existence.

“You good?” Jongin slurs, looking worried but mostly drunk.

Chanyeol gives him two thumbs up and reaches for the controller.

--

  Running for Baekhyun turns out to be as sexually frustrating as Chanyeol’s fantasies predicted it to be.

At first, the animosity was strong.

“Who said you could run for me?” Baekhyun had asked when Chanyeol was clocking in fumbling with his apron trying not to stare at Baekhyun’s ass. “I don’t need a runner.”

“Am I running for you?” Chanyeol asks innocently, deciding to play dumb like he did not know that that was the original plan Sehun had made last night.

That gets Baekhyun shoving the PM floor plan to Chanyeol’s face. “What does it say?”

“Oh. I guess I am.” Chanyeol gulps nervously. Why the hell was Baekhyun so worked up, sheesh. “I can just not run for you, if you want…”

“And have Suho up my ass? No thanks,” Baekhyun pauses, a thoughtful look on his face. He steps closer. “Are you even good?”

“W-what,” Chanyeol stammers at the close proximity. Baekhyun’s breath smells just like the minty gum he was chewing.

“Are you good?”

“Uh, Sehun said I was good.”

“Sehun also said you wanted to fuck me,” Baekhyun says with a roll of his eyes and it’s not sure if its jokingly or sarcastically, if it was a test, or what.

Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, he doesn’t even know what there is to say to that but then Baekhyun goes on.

“Anyways, I want you close to me at all times. Bother me. Ask me what I need. I don’t wanna see you running off helping others. If someone else asks you for something, ignore them. You’re my runner, so you run only for me. Do you understand that?” Baekhyun’s speech sounds like a weird bdsm euphemism but Chanyeol nods repeatedly to every word he says.

“Okay,” Baekhyun’s voice is sweet. He must have a thing for telling people what to do. “Let’s go then.” There he goes again…

“ESKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETIT!” Someone yells from the dish pit, adding comedy to the otherwise tense moment.

Chanyeol follows behind Baekhyun, eyes trying not to enjoy the view too much.

He’s failing miserably though. He keeps glancing down – down at Baekhyun’s ass. Ugh. He’s so sexy. He wants to reach out and touch it. But he’s sure Baekhyun wouldn’t appreciate that so he keeps his hands to himself. It’s getting impossible to keep his thirst lowkey when Baekhyun’s around though and Baekhyun being all nice and cordial isn’t helping. Chanyeol knows it’s simply because he’s basically his slave today and tips depend on how well they perform as a tag team duo.

But… like…

Baekhyun is touchy feely as fuck.

It’s half way through the dinner rush when Chanyeol begins to reach his limits. Baekhyun wasn’t like this the first few hours, but in the next few hours that followed Chanyeol noticed Baekhyun’s been on three bathroom breaks which were probably not for peeing but for chugging more of his personal. Each time he returns, his breath no longer smells of minty gum but instead pure alcohol of the cognac variety.

And the alcohol definitely loosens Baekhyun up.

It’s small and subtle gestures that Chanyeol doesn’t notice at first. Baekhyun constantly asks if he’s okay, but in a sweet touchingly concerned tone with matching sincerity in his beautiful perfect eyes. Second, he keeps thanking Chanyeol and using the word ‘please’ when he needs something. That was doing bad things to Chanyeol’s mind but let’s not go there. It’s little things like this that’s got Chanyeol feeling like he’s gonna spontaneously combust. Now when Baekhyun asks for something, he leans in so close, the way he looks up at Chanyeol with a smile, the same smile Chanyeol knows is the fake sweet robotic smile all servers do but to have it directed at him from Baekhyun – shit’s got him weak. Baekhyun is cute, sexy and irresistible. He’s charming when he wants to be and not only using it on his tables but he’s using it on Chanyeol too. And Chanyeol doesn’t really know why. He hopes there’s more to it thant the alcohol talking.

“Chanyeollie,” Baekhyun tugs him to the side station and proceeds to eliminate the space between them, bringing their chest right against each other as he moves his mouth to Chanyeol’s ear. It seems to be done in an effort to get his words to reach Chanyeol since it’s extremely loud in the restaurant at the moment but wasn’t this a bit much?

“Y-yes??”

“I need you,” Baekhyun breathes against his neck. So so wrong, Chanyeol thinks. That sounds so wrong. Ugh. He swallows hard.. Baekhyun continues. “If you didn’t know,” he murmurs, “We just got slammed. I’ve taken all their drink orders, and I can get the rice and side dishes but I want you to get the drinks. Can you do that for me?”

Chanyeol’s heart is racing. It’s hammering so loudly in his chest at how close Baekhyun is to him, Chanyeol doesn’t think its possible for his heart to beat this rapidly but here we are.

“Okay, I’ll get it.” Chanyeol tries stepping back but he’s trapped against the wall.

Baekhyun looks up at him. They’re within kissing distance for crying out loud. There’s a pink flush high on Baekhyun’s cheekbones, another give away he certainly has been drinking. He looks adorable… and so doable. Shit.

“Thanks,” Baekhyun’s sultry gaze drops down to Chanyeol’s lips. Chanyeol thinks it’s his imagination he swears it is but nope, Baekhyun’s hella staring right at his mouth. “I owe you,” He says slowly and just as slowly drags his gaze back up to meet Chanyeol’s eyes again. Then he licks his lips and smiles. “Go.”

Chanyeol’s temporarily stunned into the side station even minutes after Baekhyun saunters back to section seven.

Shit. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Chanyeol can’t feel his legs. He can’t feel anything but the shameful tug of arousal pooling in all sorts of heated desperation and lust around his lower stomach and groin. He’s never felt this turned on. He never wanted someone this much. Baekhyun could probably burn his ass with a hot grill and he’d still wanna hit that. This was getting out of control.

“Are you okay?” Sehun asks him at the bar as Chanyeol robotically fills 16 glasses of water on one tray.

“Yes.”

“That’s a lot of waters.”

“Yes.”

“Baekhyun making you do all the hard labor huh?”

Chanyeol snaps. “What exactly is his deal anyway?”

Sehun looks amused. “Watcha mean?”

“Why is he so. He’s acting different today.”

“Probably drunk. He always drinks on the job when he has a runner.”

“I know he’s drunk or whatever. But like. I’m getting whiplash here. One second he’s – but then. Ugh. Is he usually, you know. Like that…?” Chanyeol makes wild gestures that don’t mean shit.

Sehun snickers. “The fuck?”

Chanyeol doesn’t know how to say it. He’s probably trippin’, this is wishful thinking and Baekhyun isn’t making moves or seducing him, he’s just being nice and Chanyeol’s taking it the wrong way because everyone’s kind of a dick here and speaking of dicks apparently his is a poor depraved soul that needs some bad.

“Nevermind,” he says instead feeling stupid. He distractedly grabs sixteen straws and starts stabbing them into the water.

A laugh from Sehun. “Oh boy. Don’t tell me he’s already got you all riled up? It’s been three hours.”

Yeah three hours of nonstop touches – touches to Chanyeol’s bicep, lower back, and Baekhyun had a habit of backing up into Chanyeol I’m talking ass to groin and remaining in that position while he tells him what to do. To ‘overlook his section’ most likely but WTF. Who talks to people in that position? Baekhyun that’s who. Chanyeol’s already practiced blaming any felt hardness on his ipad in his apron pocket if anything were to pop up. Which it almost did… many times. Chanyeol was having a record of how many semis he can get in one day.

Shaking his head, he lets out a frustrated groan, the most distraught emotions he’s ever shown at EXO. “He’s hella on me,” Chanyeol blurts feeling dumb again and very teenage boy.

Sehun stirs a strawberry lemonade. “Uh yeah. That’s Baekhyun. You should be happy though.  It really seemed like he hated your guts but now it looks like he’s tryna get you up in his. Teambuilding!”

Somehow Chanyeol doesn’t think hoeing around with your coworkers means team building but sure. Let’s go with that.

He decides not to say anything more. Can Sehun even really be trusted? All the servers here seem to have a dark side. It was like an anime where all the heroes have an alter ego or some shit.

Dropping off the drinks is like the hard level of a roblox obstacle course. Everyone’s literally in the damn way even on a Sunday evening. No one seems to care when he says behind you. Chanyeol was steadily heading towards his first EXO mental breakdown.

“There you are,” Baekhyun calls out heading towards Chanyeol once the drinks were all set. “Are you ok?”

“Yes. Hi.” Chanyeol says through gritted teeth. Baekhyun may as well be the devil in disguise. All the sins in Chanyeol’s mind were making him want to drown himself in some holy water. He didn’t get it. He’s never usually like this. It was making him a bit disgusted with himself.

“I’m going on my thirty. Can you watch over the section?” Baekhyun strokes Chanyeol’s arm as he asks. What the fuck –

“Yeah I can do that. Is everyone good right now.”

“Mhm.” Baekhyun gestures to a party of sixteen. “I know those guys. They’re hella chill. They shouldn’t give you any trouble. I’ve already told them I’m going on break. So just 74 or 75 arent part of their group. 74 are harmless little ahjumma’s, charm them with your dimple. The other is a group of thots, charm them with your deep voice, maybe act like you wanna bone them or something.” Baekhyun explains quickly then pulls Chanyeol down by the collar, “ – but don’t actually do that.” He glares playfully then nearly gives Chanyeol a heartattack as he shoves his ipad into Chanyeol’s apron pocket which is oh you know, right near his crotch. Dear god, Chanyeol thinks. “You got this!”

Then he’s off, and heading towards the back room.

--

    Chanyeol doesn’t notice it’s Baekhyun at the party of sixteen until 8 minutes later. He’s got a burgundy windbreaker on over his uniform and he’s pulled up a chair right next to an extremely good looking mofo that makes up head count number one in the cockfest of chinese dudes at the table. Chanyeol had to admit, the guy had the face of a model and he looked tall too if his giant yaoi hands were anything to go by. He was also a blonde, dyed and dirty with an undercut that looked fresh. This guy must get haircuts every two weeks to maintain that shit. Do you even know how much haircuts cost these days?! This guy’s loaded. There was no other explanation. His resting bitch face only disappeared into a gummy smile whenever they raised their soju bombs to cheers or when Baekhyun opened his mouth.

Baekhyun was clearly lit by this point, he had taken way too many shots of the cocktail and the soju bombs. Chanyeol didn’t know if it was jealousy that was pissing him off or the blatant disregard to the rules. Then he sees Baekhyun massaging the Ballin Bi-weekly Haircut guy’s thigh from under the table as he giggles and Chanyeol nearly walks out. What. A fucking. Hoe.

“Excuse me, can we get a grill change please?” one of the girls from the table of thots ask sweetly, batting her fake lashes.

“Okay.” Chanyeol lifelessly grabs a clean grill from the side station making sure to mean mug Baekhyun's fine ass man friend as he does so. He gets ignored, existence forgotten and sighs as he switches the grills at 74.

“Thank you! You’re the best!” the girls gush.

“No problem,” Chanyeol’s mastered the fake smile early in the game. He wonders how many smiles here were actually genuine because he knows his isn’t anymore. Can he have a fucking shot right now too?

Speak of the devil – Baekhyun looks up just as Chanyeol booms ‘hot grill’ like a war cry.

“Chanyeollie! Hey. Want a shot?” he offers as if he’s part of this table, not working or anything.

“No thanks.” Chanyeol says, pride stopping him.

“Come on, dude. Live a little.” The guy beside Baekhyun says, smiling. The fuck, why was he smiling? Once again – WERE ANY SMILES SINCERE HERE? The world may never know.

“I’m working,” Chanyeol says politely but it comes off harsh.

Baekhyun laughs. “Sorry guys. He’s new.”

“It’s cool. I respect his work ethics.”

“What about my work ethics?”

“What work ethics?”

Baekhyun hits him. It’s flirtatious. “Kris!” he whines. That was flirtatious too. Chanyeol’s eyes darken and he angrily moves away. KriiiiiiiiiSSssssss, his mind mocks.

They’re so casual with each other. Definitely fucking. Chanyeol wants to die. Why must all the good ones be hoes?

He drops off the dirty grill and notices the time. Hasn’t it been more than 30 min? Where the fuck was the manager? Did he not care?

He sneaks into the back to peer into the office and sees Sehun in there, back facing him talking to who was probably Suho.

“My schedule is fucked. I asked you for Wednesday off weeks ago!”

“Sehun, please calm down.”

“I’ve been waiting for so long but you’ve still never made the time. You suck!”

“Sehun – babe, please – ”

Babe? Woooooooooooooooah.

Realization dawns upon Chanyeol that this is most likely not a conversation he should be hearing. He’s about to slowly walk away like a ninja in the night but Sehun senses him and catches his eye. Shit. Chanyeol runs off.

He gets the check for 74 and 75. Takes orders for the other side of the party and even grabs rice for another servers section. By then Baekhyun is still straight chillin.

Chanyeol can’t stand anymore of this BS. He’s not gonna make a scene or anything he wasn’t the type. But his aura wasn’t something he could hide. He tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve and face. Baekhyun looks over and although shit faced seems to finally come back from whatever hell planet he was on right now.

He gets up. Kris guy tugs him.

“I have to go back now.”

“Just clock out. I’ll tip you your other two hours pay.”

“You’re gonna tip me it anyway,” Baekhyun sasses then walks off, but as he does he grabs Chanyeol by the sleeve without saying a single thing. Chanyeol’s forced to follow suit. They pass Chen in the expo line.

“Watch my section,” Baekhyun orders like a boss. Chen scowls but doesn’t decline. Damn was everyone Baekhyun’s bitch around this place.

Chanyeol’s about to ask where they’re going but it could only be one place seeing as he’s being dragged past the host stand, past the waiting area and there’s only one area to go here – the bathroom.

He’s sure Baekhyun is gonna yell at him for something or the other. The lobby has cleared out at least, so the bathroom is empty when he’s all but manhandled into it.

“Take your apron off.” Baekhyun commands instantly.

“Why?” Chanyeol asks defiantly.

“You can’t wear your apron in the bathroom, dumbass!” Baekhyun says loudly as if this was a piece of information passed on from generation to generation at an early infant age. Chanyeol doesn’t like it.

“Well my bad. I didn’t even know I was going to the bathroom.” Chanyeol mutters, feeling like a rebel. His heart beats wildly for even talking back.

Baekhyun ignores him, grabbing at the string of Chanyeol’s apron, right atop his crotch and undoing it himself.

“Whoa – “

“I said take it off.”

The apron is thrown in the little gold tub where clean towels are supposed to go below the sink. Baekhyun does the same for himself then grabs Chanyeol again and shoves him inside the stall. It isn’t until he’s locking it that Chanyeol’s alarm bells go off. Dude what was this. Was he gonna kill him? Omg.

“Baekhyun – “ Chanyeol starts.

“You are so fucking distracting.” Baekhyun growls once again putting hands on Chanyeol – pressing him against the cold marble wall behind him as the music booms around them.

“What? I’m sorry?“ Chanyeol’s adrenaline rush is waning, he feels dizzy and disoriented.

“You should be,” Baekhyun stares seriously at him. His cheeks are even more flushed, lips a kissable dark red from the strawberry soju cocktail. “I can’t work properly with you.”

Chanyeol feels his stomach flip. “I’m sorry…” he says sadly, anger forgotten just like that and suddenly feeling like a failure.

“Stop apologizing, you idiot.” Fact; Baekhyun even rolls his eyes while drunk. Noted. He also still looks damn good. Blonde bangs fall into his eyes as he shakes his head in unexplained frustration. “I mean I can’t work with you. Properly with you because I’m distracted. You’re distracting me and I NEVER get distracted.”

“Why are you distracted.” Chanyeol gets the question in, having a weird feeling about the direction this conversation was going.

“Because of you,” Baekhyun spits and his tone sounds disgusted, but he’s looking into Chanyeol’s eyes like he wants him. “All I can think about is getting you alone.”

Chanyeol’s mind goes blank.

Then races.

“What?” He’s blushing. He can’t not be blushing. What did Baekhyun just say? His cheeks are positively burning and he feels like the drunk one with how his brain isn’t functioning right now. Had he heard him correctly? Is he going crazy? Was he fantasizing? Is this real life?

“You know what I mean.” Baekhyun says this with confidence. “You seem innocent but you can’t be that innocent.” Of course no, for he was mother Theresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz we went over this remember.  

“Umm,” Chanyeol is speechless, shook, and trying hard to make sense of the situation. “I think I know what you mean? B-but I’m not one hundred percent sure so I don’t want to assume anything.” Wow, talk about ruining the moment. Spoken like a true loser. Go chanyeol.

Baekhyun stares at him. He seems to be having a hard time understanding things at the moment too but at least he can blame it on the alcohol. “What? Are you telling me you don’t want me?”

“Um,” Whoa. Where that come from. He didn’t know how to say ‘yes I want joo’ without sounding like a complete fuckboy so instead opts for a, “Y-you’re very attractive.” Hurriedly with no swag, stammering as he does so, feeling a w k w a r d. No one says things like this out loud these days! Don’t fuck this up, his mind and libido screams at him. But at the same time… Baekhyun’s drunk isn’t he? Does he even know what he’s saying?

“I know,” Baekhyun nods with a slight daze eyed smirk. He’s cute af. “And you want me?”

“I do.” Chanyeol admits in a half whisper. He was scared to say it, to let Baekhyun know already but put on the spot like this he was more scared if Baekhyun thought the opposite. The truth shall set you free.

Baekhyun smiles looking extremely pleased with life. “Okay good.”

He presses against Chanyeol but unlike during their shift where Baekhyun would be close but not close enough no just a tease, this time – their bodies meet perfectly. Their height difference feels as though made for each other. Baekhyun rubs his lips into Chanyeol’s neck, placing wet kisses. Chanyeol can’t believe this is happening Chanyeol can’t even breathe.

“How do you want me?” Baekhyun asks tongue swirling around Chanyeol’s adam’s apple.

Chanyeol’s about to bust a nut forreal.

He’s hard already and its been two seconds since this physical shit even started. Baekhyun can probably feel it no Baekhyun can definitely feel it, there’s no way he can’t, plus he reaches down and squeezes, looking up to smile sweetly at Chanyeol. OH MY GOD –

“That was fast,” Baekhyun comments, stroking Chanyeol through his slacks.

“Ah – ! Ahhhh – fuck,” Chanyeol groans squeezing his eyes shut because this was all too stimulating and he didn’t trust himself not to come right then and there. WAS THIS REAL.

“That is the plan.” Baekhyun grins. “Do you have lube?”

“Wait.” Chanyeol snaps out of it. “Wait. Stop. We can’t … do this… here.”

“You don’t have lube?”

“No! I mean – “

“Then why not?”

There were a million reasons why not! Uh, they were on the clock? It was a filthy mens bathroom at their work for the love of god don’t tell him this did that not bother Baekhyun at all!

“You’re drunk.” Chanyeol says instead, trying not to think too much about how he missed Baekhyun’s lips against his neck already.

Baekhyun laughs. “I’m not that drunk.”

“You’re hella drunk,” Chanyeol says firmly and with great effort pushes Baekhyun off. He regrets it immediately when he sees the flash of hurt on Baekhyun’s face so he rushes to explain. “I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything.”

“Oh god.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes looking offended. His whole demeanor does a 360. He apparently isn’t used to getting ‘no’ for an answer. “Forget it! I should’ve known.”

“Known what?“

“That you are a pussy ass loser bitch noob. This never happened.”

“Baekhyun – what – “ He frowns, hurt. “I’m not a pussy bitch.”

“Pussy ass loser bitch noob,” Baekhyun corrects.

Chanyeol ignores it. “Listen, I do like you, I know we just met but I’ve never felt so strongly for someone before it’s weird and scary but all I know is I like you. You make me happy. I even liked running for you. Seeing you smile… “ Baekhyun’s staring at him with glassy eyes. He seems to have reached the drunk emotional stage of no return. Chanyeol gently puts a hand on his shoulder. “And of course I want you…” He decides to leave out the ‘nice ass’ part ( maybe some other time ) and continues with sincerity, “But this isn’t – you’re drunk. I don’t want it like this.” Chanyeol thinks he did a good job explaining himself but Baekhyun’s facial expression is devoid of anything but drunk anger and rejection.

“No, fuck it. You’re judging me like everyone in the fucking world does. And you’re lying just like everyone else too! So I’ll just go find someone else.” Baekhyun waves him off preparing to leave.

Chanyeol panics. “What the fuck – don’t do that!” Chanyeol shouts, a spike of jealousy and possessive ness and the image of Kris in his mind.

“Why the hell not? I can do whatever I want.”

“You should respect yourself. If you wanna do that, don’t just go to random people when youre drunk. You deserve more and youre better than that.”

Baekhyuns gaze is cold as death. “you don’t know me you don’t know anything. Fuck off. This was a mistake. You can go home. Like I said, I don’t need a runner.” Baekhyun turns his back and when chanyeol tries to grab him shoves chanyeol back with unrestrained anger and strength. Chanyeols back hits the wall. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

Baekhyun walks out after that leaving chanyeol alone in the bathroom. The music plays loudly. But chanyeol doesn’t hear anything but the harsh words replaying themselves in the his head.

He feels like hes been stabbed. Had he fucked up by saying no to baekhyuns advances? He think he did the right thing here. most guys would probably go for it, but this wasn’t okay. It was totally taking advantage if he did what Baekhyun wanted. Shit did Baekhyun even want him or was he the closest available hot blooded male? He didn’t wanna think if this was a normal thing Baekhyun did when hes had too much to drink or if Baekhyun had actually been feeling him.

He knows Baekhyun is more complex than what he lets people see. Most people act the way Baekhyun do if they’ve been hurt before and developed a guard around themselves to avoid being betrayed again. Trust issues and shit. chanyeol doesn’t know why hes so torn up about this because baehyun wasright he didn’t know him at all. But he just felt this strong connection to him. he really fucking like him… the few moments where he got to see Baekhyun smile and laugh made him happy and he didn’t know why. Shit feelings were really such a curse. This is why he stayed single like his whole damn life. Feelings just got in the way and made you depressed.

But Baekhyun…

He couldn’t stop these feelings even if he tried.

He has no idea what to do, he picks up his apron and wraps I around his waist. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks flushed and sweaty and miserable. He splashes water on his face. It doesn’t help. He feels feverish and a little sick to his stomach the though of Baekhyun hating him.

He sees another apron and realizes Baekhyun forgot his. Hes picking it up when a piece of paper falls out.

To; chanyeol thanks for being an awesome runner. Drinks on me >.> I owe you, remember? 925 237 2372

~Baek

[baekhyunsahoe]

“So are you going to tell me why you were earhustling on me and suho’s private conversation?”

“it didn’t seem very private with the door wide open and you yelling and all.”

“woah. That attitude. You’re becoming one of us by the day!” sehun claps his hand on chanyeols back. “ok well more serious question. Do you know why Baekhyun walked out on his shift earlier?”

“I don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“didn’t I just say that?” chanyeol snaps gloves breaking as he aggressively scrubs the table. “shit.” he rips it off. Sehun whistles. “sorry. Im having a bad day.”

“okay incredible hulk. Do you need to take a ten?”

“no.”

“are you sure?”

“I took a long enough ten earlier.”

“oooh whats that mean? oh! Is that why you disappeared in the bathroom for awhile?” chanyeols about to ask how he fucking knows that but sehun answers before he could. “word gets around fast here. that and chen has a big mouth.”

“okay. Ill keep that in mind.”

“were you taking a giant shit or what?”

“no.”

“oh my god.” Sehun gasps. “were you with… were you and Baekhyun.”

“NO!” chanyeol says immediately. “no. nothing happened.”

“you sound disappointed.”

“fine you got me. I am disappointed. Disappointed that Baekhyun acts like such an easy hoe when hes drunk.”

“oh honey. its not just when hes drunk.” It was quite comical for sehun to use the word honey but chanyeols sense of humor is MIA right now. “hes going thru some shit. he didn’t always used to be this hard to deal with. But hes getting better. I think. I don’t know. It didn’t help that kris and his crew came in today.”

“what does that guy have to do with anything?”

“uh well its not my position to say but I do have a bigger mouth than chen so ha. Kris is baekhyun’s ex. But not like official. They were just fuckbuddies for a while. Baekhyuns never really gotten over it.”

“So that’s it?” Chanyeol asks. His theory of life love and relationships was correct this whole time. Love fucks you up. Feelings do too. It wasn’t worth. “That’s sad.” He says, and it comes out harsh and insensitive.

Sehun’s giving him a judgemental look. “Don’t be like that. Whatever happened between you and Baekhyun is probably for the better.”

“And that’s supposed to mean what exactly?”

“Well work relationships create a conflict of interest don’t they? Hard to work when you’re tryna keep tabs on your lover during a busy night shift.” Sehun talks as if he knows precisely the trials and tribulations of such a thing.

“I guess.” Chanyeol wouldn’t know.

“Anyway, don’t worry too much about it. Just focus on your training! Soon youll be a server and get to make bank!”

That was Chanyeol’s motivation and goal upon first starting this job but now it didn’t seem as worthwhile. His priorities were basically a mess and he hated himself for it.

Mind wandering back to Baekhyun and what he could possibly be doing at 130am drunk and angry like that… he could only hope he was happy with that Kris guy and wasn’t being used. He tries to tell himself that, but a sickening and constricting feeling boils in his throat heart and stomach at the very thought.

Youre gonna make bank, he tells himself. Focus on that.

But he can’t.

-- he’s off on Monday.

Waking up at 3pm feeling refreshed and brand new, chanyeol feels fully energized though he has no plans for the day.

He could hear jongin snoring in the living room. Probably pulled an all nighter.

The note from Baekhyun that was never personally handed to him is on his bedside table. He needs to give baekhyuns apron back. His grill changer and pens and some pocketed cash tips were all in there. Chanyeol knew he was just trying to come up with an excuse to talk to the guy. Sighing, he gets up sluggishly and makes his way to the kitchen.

There’s no food.

He’s got the fifty dollars from Sehun but besides that a life savings of zero. Living on your own with a room mate who barely got an allowance to survive the week was tough. Chanyeol was still paying student loans, and after the month’s rent was collected was basically meant to live off ramen for at least a few days before the biweekly paycheck.

The fridge is empty except for beer – he doesn’t know how on earth Jongin is always stocked up on booze while being a broke ass college student. Sighing again, chanyeol reaches for a shock top and pops it open. Beer for breakfast it is.

“that’s mine,” jongin slurs from beneath a couch pillow.

“not anymore.” Chanyeol chugs and plops down on jongin’s feet.

“ouch, get your bony ass off me.” Jongin complains getting up and throwing a pillow at Chanyeol.

Chanyeol lets it hit him and continues sipping. “wanna do something today?”

“with your bulgogi smelling face? No.”

“wow. Don’t be hating just because I smell delicious.”

“you mean gross.” Jongin scrunches his nose. “its not the good just cooked bulgogi dude. Your aroma is like 2 day old been in the garbage dump leftover bulgogi that no one ever wanted.”

“harsh.” Chanyeols not offended, knowing that’s just how jongin bonds with him. talking shit. because are they really your best friend if they don’t insult you at every second of life?

“savage,” jongin corrects, reaching for the half empty beer in chanyeol’s hand. He gets denied.

“get your own, the kitchen is 2 feet away.”

“I’m 2 feet away from beating you up. That’s my beer stash. I need it more than you. I have homework. And midterms. A life.”

“that doesn’t sound like a life to me.”

“just cas you graduated.” Jongin yawns. He stretches, catlike, but then slumps over like a worm and reaches for something under the couch. His hand returns with a hidden bottle of alcohol. “sweet. I love me.”

“seriously jongin don’t you think you’ve been drinking a little much lately?”

“says the guy who wakes up at 3pm and downs a beer… my beer.”

“cheers to that.”

The two chill, Netflix on and drink for a while. Then chanyeol’s phone buzzes.

It’s an unknown number but strangely familiar. 925…

He opens it.

‘I need my apron back.

The dip in his stomach is unsettling. He’s not sure if he’s thrilled Baekhyun texted him or upset that the latter seems to still be in the same shit mood.

“who that.” Jongin asks, the nosy little sob he is. He peers closer. “you stealing aprons bro?”

“NO.” chanyeol says vehemently.

“gosh okay calm down holy shit.”

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, beer hovering at his lips as he tries to think of a reply.

“just type ‘ok’”

“shut up. Its not that simple.”

“he needs his apron back dude.”

“shut up already. This guy is like. Nevermind.”

Jongin’s ears perk up at distressed look on chanyeols face. Juicy gossip.

“okay so who is he?” jongin prompts. “what’s his name? is he cute? Do he got the booty?”

“SHUT UP.” Chanyeol says for the third time. “he’s a server at my work.”

“uhhuh, and?”

“and nothing. He’s a dick.”

“really?” jongin muses, sipping on his drank. “is that why you jacked this poor guys apron?”

“I didn’t jack anything! He forgot it in the bathroom.”

“oooooooo, what were you guys doing in the bathroom?”

“what else do people fucking do in the bathroom jongin?” chanyeol snaps.

“besides the obvious number 1 and number 2, people have a wide variety of bathroom activities if ya know what I mean.”

“I cant with you,” chanyeol huffs but jongin isn’t too far from the truth. “and I don’t wanna know what you do in the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t going to tell you.”

“gah youre so annoying. How do I live with you?”

“hey I wash dishes and do laundry. You should feel blessed.”

“you wash YOUR dishes and do YOUR laundry.” Chanyeol corrects. He shakes his head as another text pops up.

‘wow read.’

He’s about to type a flustered sorry but then no. chanyeol was still a bit upset at how Baekhyun lashed out on him last night. It was out of pocket. He had the whole night to think about it, and no matter how much he liked Baekhyun he couldn’t be disrespected like that could he?

‘I can bring it to you. Do you work today’ chanyeol sends.

Baekhyun replies surprisingly fast.

‘yes’              

Chanyeols about to text back but then –

‘but I called out lol

The hangover is real’

Baekhyun’s being all friendly. It’s fucking weird and throwing chanyeol off. Could it be he didn’t remember last night? But he knew chanyeol had his apron… so that can’t be it, right?

‘are you ok’ chanyeol sends.

‘yup.

I need a drink tho

hangover cure’

‘how drunk were you’ chanyeol sends.

“jeez youre so cryptic. Emojis exist for a reason you know.” Jongin tuts.

“why are you reading my texts!”

“texts? Those aren’t texts that’s like morse code from a sexual predator. Hella creepy.”

“ugh, leave me alone.” Chanyeol pouts. He decides to put an emoji, the laughing face kind.

“that’s even creepier. So out of context – “

“jongin go drink your beer.”

Jongin laughs as Baekhyun replies.

‘lol

Let’s just say don’t mix heem and soju and beer and whatever the hell else I drank last night my head hurts soooo bad’

A pause.

‘I didn’t get to tip you out or help you clean

Sorry

Are you busy right now’

Chanyeols hearts beating fast. Baekhyuns replying so fast. And hes being NICE. Was there hope after all? He can feel his initial anger fading.

Gosh he was so easy.

‘no’

‘can I come over

Do you have beer >.>’

What the helllllllllllll, he wants to come over. Chanyeols brain isn’t processing this fast enough.

“say yes.” jongin decides for him. “I wanna meet who’s got you so whipped.”

“I AM NOT WHIPPED.” Chanyeol denies instantly. “he probably just wants his apron back.”

“oh yeah that’s definitely it. he wants his apron. And beer. And probably your dick too.”

“I really don’t need you to put such mental images about my coworker in my mind jongin.” Chanyeol tries to reprimand but his voice comes out uncharacteristically higher pitched, a habit when hes nervous.

“its totally cool, man. did you want me to leave when he comes over? I don’t really wanna have to hear you losing your virginity.”

“im gonna kill you.” Chanyeol groans but face burns red. Is that why Baekhyun wanted to come over? After last nights behavior he couldn’t put it past him. that sounded fucked up. Chanyeol has the benefit of the doubt that Baekhyun isn’t like that, and he really was drunk as a skunk last night and therefore no longer capable of making good choices. Yeah.

Chanyeol sends his address after downing his beer.

-- “Sup.”

Baekhyun and sehun stand in front of chanyeol’s apartment door.

“We brought chicken and more beer.” Baekhyun says as if a peace offering. He’s wearing sweats, and a black hoodie with the zipper undone. A white wife beater beneath it, lowcut and chanyeol can see more skin than he’s used to on the other male. Prominent collarbones and smooth pale skin. Its too much already. He also is sans eyeliner today and looks softer, younger. Still fine as hell though.

“I brought chicken and beer.” Sehun cuts in. he’s wearing some stylish clear framed glasses, a brown sheepskin jacket over a darker shade of brown tshirt, and black ripped jeans.

“nice.” Is all chanyeol comes up with.

By this point, its been like an hour since the two had started drinking on an empty stomach. They were both buzzed to a good level.  It gives chanyeol liquid courage to be more casual and not have flashbacks of last night.

“this is jongin.” Chanyeol introduces half assedly at the blob lying on the floor, shirtless, taking snapchats of himself. Inspirational trap music playing quietly in the back ground.

“woah hi,” Baekhyun greets, checking jongin out indiscreetly. Chanyeol feels that flicker of jealousy again.

“hey.” Jongin grins, getting to his feet and smirking his signature devilishly handsome smirk of his. Baekhyun looks smitten. Chanyeol feels like pouting.

“sehun, baekhyun. My coworkers.” He finishes hurriedly placing the chicken and beer on the small living room center table.

“nice to meet you guys. Ive heard so much about you.” Jongin slurs.

“you have?” sehun raises an eyebrow.

“not really.”

“gee thanks chanyeol.” Sehun deadpans but doesn’t look too bothered, just giving chanyeol shit and what have you . Baekhyun decides to join in sidling up to chanyeol, his oversized sweater sliding off his sleeve as he does so.

“now we know how much we mean to you.” He fake sniffles and only he could make fake sniffling a flirting antic.

“I could tell you how much you mean to him,” jongin mutters under his breath. Chanyeol quickly shuts him up by pointing at the chicken.

“look, your favorite food.”

“ayeeee!” jongin’s attention span turns to the box on the table and he doesn’t hesitate helping himself.

“so are you both off today?” chanyeol asks, taking a seat and trying his best not to look at baekhyun’s exposed shoulder. Why is that so sexy? It’s just a mere shoulder. Ugh, chanyeols got it bad.

“duh,” sehun replies popping open a can of beer. “Mondays are slow anyways. We let the rookies deal with it. they can handle it.”

“then chanyeol should have gone in haha, hes a rookie.” Jongin announces.

“he’s actually pretty good.” Baekhyun speaks up and chanyeol feels extremely touched at the sentiments. “he’s fast and has pretty good memory.” As much as chanyeol wants to sit there and praised and have Baekhyun go on forever sehun of course puts in his two cents.

“he’s tall too. Don’t forget that. We should tell suho to put him in section one like all the time.”

“we should. Fuck section one. Damn high tops.”

“lets tell suho.”

“section one sucks.”

“yeah and the tip is ass.”

“hey if that’s the case then I don’t want section one.” Chanyeol groans, feeling a little worried. It was sucha bitch to clean too.

“we’re just kidding. We wont do that to you. We all get section one at least once a week. If you get it twice youre just unlucky.” Sehun snickers then looks at jongin as if regarding him for the first time. “you should apply.”

“huh what no.”

“I can see him being a bartender.” Baekhyun nods his head slowly.

Jongin shakes his own head from the floor, unkept bangs of dark brown hair flailing.

“he’s totally DO’s type.” Sehun observes.

“whos DO?” jongin questions mouth full of chicken.

“the only bartender at gen.” Baekhyun explains.

“oh so that’s the guy with the big eyes.” Chanyeol says, remembering all the mean mugs and glares from the short dude behind the bar.

“no that’s you.” Sehun jokes. Chanyeol accepts it. truth. Baekhyun finally takes a seat on the couch opting to sit right beside chanyeol as sehun moves to join jongin on the floor to dig in to the chicken.

Chanyeol tries not to let it get to him that baekhyuns so close, that their thighs are touching and that he can smell his shampoo. He smells like strawberries.

“I don’t know if I wanna work with a bunch of apron stealing thieves like you guys.” Jongin teases lightheartedly.

“that reminds me.” Baekhyun cuts in, leaning into chanyeol. “do you have my apron?”

“yes.” chanyeol blanches.

“where is it?”

“its in my room.”

“okay.” Baekhyun looks at him expectantly so chanyeol gets up to retrieve it but Baekhyun stands up as well and follows suit.

Sehun and jongin seem to not give a shit turning on Netflix and scrolling thru the new releases. Those two really hit it off. Their zodiac signs must be compatible, chanyeol muses if only to distract himself from the fact Baekhyun and him are gonna be alone again in yet another secluded area AND drinking had been involved. Albeit, Baekhyun only had one beer. That must be nothing to him and should reduce him to his friendly like a whore tipsy self, right?

“sorry it’s a little messy.” Chanyeol feels the need to apologize. Truth was his room wasn’t actually that messy. It’s overly organized to be honest. Hes embarrassed he has to do lists on a whiteboard and a bunch of sentimental items up on a board. Its very much like a girl’s room in that way. He has a few dirty socks on the floor but that’s it.

“no it’s not.” Baekhyun contradicts almost predictably. Argumentative little thing he was. He looks around and breathes in. “smells good in here.” he eyes the scented candle on the window sill. “is that a scented candle.”

“don’t judge me.” Chanyeol groans feeling even more mortified. Why did his mom have to send him the cherry vanilla flowers scent! Given, it smells hella good but girly af.

“I like it. ive been around the smell of kbbq for too long. This is refreshing.” Baekhyun sits down on chanyeol’s bed and bounces up and down twice. Chanyeol immediately gets rated R images. He coughs.

“so how long have you been working at gen anyway?”

“too long.” Baekhyun doesn’t skip a beat.

Chanyeol reaches for the the apron from the hook on his door just as Baekhyun sees the note and his other items all on chanyeols side table.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go through your things. I washed your apron so I had to take it out.” He rushes to explain.

“it’s okay,” Baekhyun says slowly. Theres an awkward silence. Baekhyun clearly sees the note on chanyeols table, chanyeol clearly read it.

“Listen, I was pretty gone last night.” Baekhyun starts.

“I could see that.” Chanyeol cant help but bite out a bit tersely.

“kris could be very persuasive. And ive been having a shitty week. So drinking seemed like a good idea.”

“okay.” Chanyeol can not help the way his blood boils at the name alone. He gestures lifelessly to the note. “were you shitfaced when you wrote that.”

“no!” Baekhyun exclaims. “well, a little. But that’s besides the point.”

“what is the point?” chanyeol steps closer, holding out baekhyuns apron.

Baekhyun takes it and sighs. “I know we were arguing in the bathroom. But I don’t remember what about.”

Chanyeol blinks. Oh. So he didn’t remember. Seriously? How could he even explain it to him?

“ive been thinking about it all day. I barely remember how I got home.” Baekhyun pauses folding the apron messily in his lap. “fuck. you probably hate me. I understand if you want me to leave.”

Chanyeol’s heart is a traitor. Instead of being mad or wanting to tell Baekhyun yeah his behavior wasn’t appropriate and he cant just lash out at people whenever the hell he feels like it, he sits beside Baekhyun and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“its not a big deal. You were drunk. we all get drunk.” chanyeol says deep voice soft and soothing, sincere. Baekhyun looks at him, dark eyes unreadable. “I don’t hate you.”

Baekhyun looks like he cant believe him so chanyeol goes on, “I mean it.” he finds himself trailing his hand down baekhyuns back, and it feels so natural and amazing to even be able to touch him like this, a simple innocent gesture but the contact is electrifying. It’s as if baekhyun’s existence has a gravitational pull, chanyeol feels himself getting sucked in.

“phew,” Baekhyun says with relief. “from what sehun told me it seemed like I really fucked up and went batshit crazy. but if youre still talking to me right now, it must not have been that bad.” He laughs.

“do you usually go batshit crazy when youre drunk.” chanyeol asks cautiously.

“yeah. Well… depends on my mood. I just haven’t been in a good mood lately I guess.” Baekhyun shrugs. “thanks for understanding. Youre a nice guy chanyeol.” Jesus Christ is he friendzoning him? nonono.

“im not that nice,” he says defensively feeling lame. Wasn’t nice synonymous for loser these days? no? just him? okay.

“you washed my apron for me after I beat you up in the bathroom.”

“you did not beat me up – “ chanyeol splutters but baekhyuns laughing and the sound is music to his ears.

“im just kidding.” Baekhyun smacks chanyeol on the thigh and leaves his hand there. Chanyeol realizes his own hand had been resting around baekhyun’s hip idly wtf and quickly removes it.

“you play too much.” Chanyeol groans, with a slight pout.

“I know.” Baekhyun squeezes his knee. The heat rushes. “im curious though, after this I promise I wont talk about it anymore but why was I so mad at you? Did I start it?”

“It was just a misunderstanding.” Chanyeols voice goes quiet because he can NOT concentrate with baekhyuns hand now rubbing up and down his thigh.

“about what?”

“nothing important.”

“youre turning red.”

“im not-“ chanyeol huffs.

Baekhyun looks amused but then realization seems to sink in and he puts two and two together. “oh god.” He moans. “don’t tell me… “

“what.”

“did I throw myself at you.”

“um.”

“did i?”

“define throwing yourself.”

Baekhyuns hand finally retreats as he covers his face in it. “how embarrassing.”

“its fine –“

“no its not! Its embarrassing! Oh god.” Baekhyun squirms looking miserable.

Chanyeol tugs at his wrist. “no really its okay. You were drunk so I didn’t let anything happen.”

Baekhyun peeks at him through his fingers. “and if I weren’t drunk…?”

“what are you asking me right now.” chanyeol blanches, heart racing once again.

“nothing. Forget it.”

“baekhyun…”

Baekhyun uncovers his face and pouts. “let’s just go back out there theyre probably looking for us.”

“Baekhyun.”

“its been like 20 minutes the chickens probably all gone –“

“baekhyun if you did that when you weren’t drunk I probably would have let you. Hell scratch that, I know I would have let you.” Chanyeols not sure whats with his suddenly untimely adrenaline rushes as if the world was ending and he grew a pair of balls to stop being passive aggressive and hiding from his feelings. Be a man for once and shit. Baekhyun was in his bed and it cant just be in his head this mutual attraction.

Baekhyun stares at him wordlessly.

Chanyeol stares back, looks at his lips. Baekhyun licks them. Chanyeol looks into his eyes again.

He doesn’t know who kisses who first, but then baekhyun’s pulling him down on top of him, chanyeols body pressing Baekhyun flush into the mattress.

Chanyeol’s mind is blown at the feeling of Baekhyun beneath him, against his body, and with his tongue in his mouth. Baekhyun tastes sweet, and like beer, but still completely captivating and delicious. Chanyeol can hear him panting into his mouth as the kiss intensifies and its making him so fucking hard.

When Baekhyun moans chanyeol almost loses it, swallowing the sound greedily and storing it in his mind for later jack off sessions.

Baekhyun was in his bed, Baekhyun was moaning and pulling his hair and rubbing up against chanyeol’s boner. Baekhyun was hard too. This was too much.

Chanyeol pulls back to look down at him. Baekhyun is beautiful. Completely flushed, cheeks a bright pink and glassy eyed. He’s absolutely breath taking.

“you’re so beautiful.” Chanyeol says before he can control himself, voicing his thoughts.

“shut up.” Baekhyun mumbles but looks flattered. He grabs chanyeols hair and pushes his face down to the crook of his neck. Chanyeol gets the hint and begins sucking on the skin like his life depended on it. Baekhyun seems to really enjoy that because he lets out a louder moan. Chanyeols cock grows impossibly harder as he grinds into Baekhyuns thigh, not caring if hes sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. Or the fact that sehun and jongin were outside watching Netflix and could probably hear this shit.

Chanyeol’s not sure how far they should go, or how far Baekhyun wants to go, but his dick is getting gripped by a not blacked out drunk Baekhyun and it feels amazing even through the layers of his joggers.

He groans against baekhyuns neck, noticing the purple bruises against that pale neck and feeling a weird surge of male dominance. He claimed him basically. It was sexy.

“You’re so big,” Baekhyun tells him, stroking messily.

“do you like that?” chanyeol asks, hissing through gritted teeth as Baekhyun roughly jerks him off.

“yeah.” Baekhyun grins. “I could show you how much I like it.”

“okay.” Chanyeol stutters. He pulls back a little, and Baekhyun shoves down chanyeols joggers and boxers, pulling his cock out. It springs free, full 8 inches, hard as a rock and glistening with precum. chanyeol feels like passing out just from the direct contact.

“sit down.” Baekhyun tells him as he goes on the floor. Chanyeol does what hes told nearly falling off the bed in his haste.

Baekhyun crawls between his legs, and nuzzles against chanyeol’s erection.

“oh my god.” Chanyeol praises the lord. Was this a blowjob about to happen? Only in his wildest dreams. He just hopes he lasts more than 10 seconds.

Baekhyun laughs and the noise shoots up chanyeol’s cock. He whimpers, balls tightening already.

“please.” He begs shamelessly, not being able to take much more of this.

“did you want something?” Baekhyun teases as he licks a stripe up the underside of chanyeol’s penis.

“yes.” chanyeol gasps out. “I thought you were going to show me how much you like it.”

“good memory.” Baekhyun winks, and gets to work.

Chanyeol doesn’t last at all.

Its literally less than a minute, half of that minute with just Baekhyun licking torturously up and down until chanyeols cock was coated in his saliva. Then the next five seconds of Baekhyun sucking on the head and only the head, making chanyeol squirm and thrust into his mouth. And finally the last 20 seconds of Baekhyun lowering his mouth onto chanyeols cock all the way down til it hit his throat. He bobbed his head about two times before chanyeol lost it.

“im gonna fucking come – “ was his desperate warning, a hot mess, as he shoots his load. Baekhyun has no choice really but to get it in his mouth. Chanyeol watches with blurry vision, orgasm seizing his entire being in powerful waves of bliss as Baekhyun chokes and splutters but swallows every drop.

There’s still a couple drops of warm white jizz around his lips, as Baekhyun smiles up at chanyeol.

“wow.” Chanyeol says absolutely weak.

“just like I said.”

“what.”

“fast and has good memory.” Baekhyun laughs.

Chanyeol feels embrassed finally realizing how fast he finished.

“hey, its not my fault youre so… youre so good at that.”

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes but hes smiling. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, but then licks it . “mmm.”

“ohmygod.” Chanyeol says again.

“you don’t have to call me that.” Baekhyun teases getting up and kissing chanyeol on the mouth. Chanyeol should really be disgusted because his jizz hello but its Baekhyun and its impossible to be turned off by him. “can you do something for me?”

“anything.” And chanyeol means it.

Baekhyun guides chanyeol hand and places it on his ass. “can you play with me a little?” he asks looking shy for once. “I like it.” he whispers.

Chanyeol feels his cock twitch all over again, and hes thankful hispants have been pulled up or else baekhyuns gonna really find out what a depraved sprung off his ass dude he has become.

“okay, lie down.” Chanyeol instructs gently maneuvering Baekhyun onto his bed. Baekhyun does the rest for him, pulling out a bottle of lube from his pocket as he shimmies out of his own sweatpants.

“do you just carry that around with you?” chanyeol asks slowly.

Baekhyun shushes him, and pops open the bottle pouring it onto chanyeols fingers. He stares at it with burning lust in his eyes and chanyeol once again feel his belly pool with arousal.

Baekhyun’s cock is as beautiful as the rest of him, very pale and slightly curved, not gigantic but just a slender nice size. Chanyeol almost wants to suck it and hes never sucked dick or felt the urge to before in his life.

Baekhyun doesn’t seem shy as he strokes himself a few times. “come on.” he urges.

Chanyeol watches as Baekhyun lifts his legs up and exposes himself to him. chanyeol was gonna come again.

Fuckkkkkkk. Hes fully hard within seconds.

Baekhyun was fucking perfect.

His asshole clenches and unclenches as he pants.

“chanyeol please.”

Now chanyeols never really fingered someone before but hes seen enough porn. Straight and gay. Its not rocket science he tells himself as he caresses baekhyuns hole teasingly with the lubed up pad of his thumb

Baekhyun shudders. “don’t tease me.”

“patience.” Chanyeol teases anyway liking the feeling of power he had for once.

Baekhyuns about to open his mouth and complain when chanyeol shoves a finger in all the way. Its tight, extremely tight in there and chanyeol has to wonder how his cock would ever fit in there.

“oh fuck.” Baekhyun moans almost instantly, he covers his mouth as chanyeol pumps his finger in and out torn between watching baekhyuns reactions and his hole. Both a sexy sight.

“youre so tight.” Chanyeol says in awe, as he tries to fit a second finger in.

Baekhyun whimpers. “s-slowly.”

Chanyeol nods, but cant help but sadistically wanna put another finger in anyway and not slowly. He does and Baekhyun takes it but does whine and pant quite loudly.

“shh.” He says.

Baekhyun looks to be in pain but his cock is still hard and aching. No hes enjoying this.

“do you want more?” chanyeol asks mesmerized by the feeling of Baekhyun squeezing around his fingers, and the soft pants coming out of his mouth.  He lowkey wishes he could record this. Baekhyun was just so beautiful.

“mm,” Baekhyun cant seem to bring himself to talk. For such a dominant aggressive personality he was really submissive in bed. He grabs at chanyeols arm. “chanyeol.”

“yes?” the petname baby is at the tip of his tongue and he isn’t sure why.

“I wanna… “ Baekhyun pauses and finally removes his hand from covering his mouth. Hes gorgeous fucked out and debauched. “can we do it?”

Chanyeols turn to lose his cool. Hes never done it before.

  >

[baekhyunsahoe]

pleased to meat you

“HOT GRILL!”

Chanyeol presses himself into the wall corner as a server passes through with a steaming iron plate in tow. He can feel the heat radiate right against his crotch and he holds back a whimper.

Whoever said working at Gen was easy, clearly lied. Then again no one told him that. It’s chanyeol’s 2nd day as a runner and the floor is definitely a battlefield. Never really being too coordinated to begin with, he finds himself on his toes every second.

Finally deeming it safe to remove himself from the side station, he nearly crashed into another long sleeved black collared coworker. Baekhyun, his name tag reads. He’s a pretty little thing with kohl rimmed eyes and soft looking dyed blonde hair.

“Say corner next time.” He hisses, shoving Chanyeol deliberately with a bony shoulder.

“Got it.” Chanyeol winces with a pained smile. Sheesh.

Six more hours to go…

-- His break comes as a small miracle in life. It’s basically closing when Suho, the manager, pulls him aside, floor plan in hand.

“Go on your thirty.”

Chanyeol nods, ignoring his reflection in the polite well-mannered but just as aggressive as everyone else’s males spectacles. He knew he looked like a hot mess, oil spills on his shirt and apron. What once was a youtube tutorial attempt at an updo probably a chaotic mop of hair on top of his head, black bangs sweaty and his forehead shiny with gel. You could honestly cook some Korean bbq on his face by this point.

The fresh air of the outside world feels like heaven. Chanyeol takes a deep breath. It was dark out, and it’s probably way colder than it feels, but the restaurant is a nonstop smoky pit of bulgogi and kalbi fumes, making the temperature considerably less refreshing.

Chanyeol’s feet are killing him even as he sits on curb. The parking lot is still full and he sees customers walking in despite them being basically closed. This establishment never turns away anyone though, so even at 11 o clock they accept business with open aching arms.

It must be the longest time he hasn’t touched his phone in one day. He pulls it out of his backpack and sees a few snaps from Jongin. The fool’s drinking while studying for midterms. Chanyeol shakes his head a small smile on his face when he hears a loud bang from the kitchen back door.

Out comes Baekhyun, apronless for once. Chanyeol’s never seen him without the apron, and he can’t help but check out his figure, tight black slacks hugging his rather shapely hips and slim thighs. He forces himself to look up before he becomes known as a creeper.

“Hi.” He greets somewhat scared because Baekhyun wasn’t exactly the friendliest person on the planet.

“What.” Baekhyun snaps at the same time he pulls a personal bottle of what looks like Hennessey from who knows where. He chugs it as Chanyeol blinks in shock and mild amazement. That was kind of hot.

“Um.”

“Are you gonna snitch?” Baekhyun drawls but shows no fear. His pink lips are wet. The light from the back of the building illuminate him in an almost dramatic way. “Or did you want some?”

Chanyeol seriously goes over his options for a second. Accept and be a badass or refuse and basically write pussy BITCH on his forehead.

“Yeah sure.” He gets up to his full height of 6 feet 2 inches. Baekhyun looks up at him and it’s the first time Chanyeol feels like he’s actually being seen as a person instead of a runner noob.

Baekhyun looks impressed himself, handing him the personal.

Chanyeol chugs it mindlessly trying hard to be cool but damn near chokes when he remembers how disgusting Hennessey was when warm and worse, no chase. He’s trying not to grimace but the laugh that comes out of Baekhyun’s mouth confirms his failure. He cant help but feel a little good about himself that he got Baekhyun to laugh though, or maybe it was the hot alcohol going down his throat and his body reacting immediately after not eating for almost 12 hours.

“Thank you.” Chanyeol breathes, wiping at his mouth. Baekhyun takes another swig killing the little bottle.

“You owe me.” Is all he says with a handsome smirk before walking back in leaving chanyeol buzzed and suddenly feeling the cold.

By the time he’s over Baekhyun’s laugh, his thirty is up.

----- “hey.” Chanyeol’s grabbed roughly by the arm. No introduction or explanation, and dragged to section one, the hightops near the host stand.

Baekhyun lets go, and shoves a broom and dustpan into chanyeol’s hands.

“Clean my section for me.” Baekhyun orders, looking up at Chanyeol with an out of place seductive knowing look. What the fuck, Chanyeol thinks. He sweats.

“Uh,” Chanyeol starts.

“It’s simple. Degrease the bowls, degrease the tables, sanitize it, sanitize the chairs and chair legs, wipe down the light and wooden panels, then sweep and mop the floor.” Baekhyun lists. “You owe me remember?”

Baekhyun really came to collect within 10 minutes. Chanyeol wonders if that’s how it was at this job. No good deed goes unnoticed but in a bad way.

“Okay.” Chanyeol agrees accepting his fate. That miniscule shot of heem wasn’t worth it tbh. Like chanyeol was buzzed for 20 min then it went away.  

“Are you mad?”

“No!” Chanyeol splutters.

“Good.” Baekhyun smiles with satisfaction. “Don’t forget to do the set up. Plates, napkins, chopsticks.” Baekhyun retreats to the side station in two steps and comes back with a utensil in each hand. “Scissors and tongs. Got it?”

“Okay.” Chanyeol nods, feeling tired already.

“Have a good night.” Baekhyun trails off, looking at Chanyeol’s nametag. “Chanyeol.” He adds as if acknowledging chanyeol indeed had a name makes the situation any better. Hearing him say his name did send a strangely delightful chill up Chanyeols spine though. “Bye.”

He leaves without wasting another second.

Chanyeol sighs, staring at the mess that is section 1. Other people already look halfway done with cleaning. Loud ratchet music is blasting from the speakers and everyone seems to be chillin but chanyeol doesn’t know anyone and it seems people here aren’t too interested in getting to know fresh meat.

He gets to work, pulling on gloves after spending 10 min trying to locate where they were. He regrets not bringing his earphones because the trap playlist was really not what he needed right now.

Its been half an hour and hes only on grill #2, chanyeols not sure if hes slow af and sucks at this or if everyone else are just trained grill cleaning professionals. It was probably a little of both.

He senses someone’s presence behind him right when he sees a shadow loom onto the table.

“Ha.”

Chanyeol turns around wondering who decided to give him the time of day.

It’s a tall boy. He looks young with gaunt facial features and a big nose, but a baby face. He’s pretty cute like all the servers, Chanyeol guesses they all had to be attractive to work here however shallow that sound. This particular staff member’s sleepy eyes are full of amusement and his black hair is high school style bangs making him look even younger.

“Yes?” Chanyeol prompts unsurely as the guy proceeds to just linger.

“He better be paying you for that.” He says.

Chanyeol finally notices his nametag, Sehun it reads.

“What do you mean.” Chanyeol asks slowly.

“Baekhyun. Making you his bitch. Cleaning his section and stuff.” Sehun flicks a piece of kalbi bone off the table. “He should tip you out for it.”

“Oh.” Chanyeol doesn’t know why but his face burns at this. Is he really Baekhyun’s bitch? Why did he strangely have no problem with that? He shakes his head, “No it’s cool. I owed him a favor.”

“Already?” Sehun looks genuinely surprised. “You’ve barely been here 24 hours.”

“It’s my 2nd shift actually.”

“Exactly.” Sehun purses his lips as he nods. “Tell you what, I’ll help you clean once I’m done with my section but only if you personal run for me tomorrow.”

“Personal run?”

“Yeah. Wait do you even work tomorrow?”

Chanyeol thinks for a moment, summoning a mental image of his schedule into his mind. “Yeah.” He confirms. “Four to close.”

“Perfect! Its busy on Saturdays and Suho doesn’t break me til 12am that fuck.” Sehun pouts a little. “I definitely need a runner if I want to make decent take home.”

Chanyeol’s never run for anyone before, mainly floor running. Picking up empty plates off tables and clearing the expo line. He still hasn’t mastered the art of carrying two trays which is pretty pathetic seeing as he is one of the taller workers and should be swole. Coming out with one tray looks sad.

“I’m down. I’ll be your runner.” Chanyeol says with a genuine smile. Finally, someone was treating him like one of humankind.

Sehun grins back at him. “Sweet. I’ma teach you all you need to know.”

“gee thanks!”

“I gotchu.” Sehun does the finger gun thing at chanyeol. “Baekhyun’s gonna be so jealous.” He snickers but before chanyeol could ask what he means for the 2nd time in 2 minutes, goes on, “Ima go finish up the plates, and ill be back to help you.”

“Thanks man.” Chanyeol says again truly grateful.

Sehun does the finger thing once more and walks away, half twerking to ‘slob on my knob’ that booms loudly over the stereo.

-- Chanyeol feels awkward hovering around section six as Sehun goes table to table taking orders. He squats to talk to customers, being tall af and all and chanyeol takes note to do the same when he finally gets to be a server.

He observes the sweet eyesmile Sehun almost robotically has on his face with every word he says to the guests. Then the moment’s over and Sehun rushes him to the side.

“I just fucking got slammed the host is such a cunt.” Sehun whispers loudly. “Tao’s lucky I got setups or I’d beat his ass.” Sehun takes a deep breath as Chanyeol sends a prayer to whoever this Tao guy is. “Anyway here’s a list. You memorize the table numbers right?”

Chanyeol wants to say he barely gave the little section map a spare glance opting to inconspicuously peek at the written numbers on the table but nods instead. “Yup.” He says confidently.

“Awesome.” Sehun rips a piece of paper from his notepad. “13 rice total and don’t forget the forks and all that extra shit these bitches asked for.”

“Okay.” Chanyeol can barely comprehend Sehun’s chicken scratch handwriting but okay.

Sehun salutes him, patting him on the shoulder. “Thanks hyung.”

Feeling good about himself at the respectful term, Chanyeol gets to work.

The first slam is a breeze. Twenty minutes in, sehun pulls chanyeol aside again and gestures to the section.

“This is the chill point. Everyone’s chilling. They got their first round and their drinks. They’re chilling so we’re chilling.” Sehun pauses, squinting at a cloud of smoke. “Actually. Have you ever changed a grill before?

“No…” chanyeol answers slowly.

“You gon learn today.”

It’s a terrifying experience, being in control of people’s lives by the burning hot grill in your hands, trying to make sure no dumbass accidentally touches it or moves in the way. You gotta be 100% aware of your surrounding chanyeol realizes and understands why most servers yelling hot grill look intense and stressed. Near death experiences and all.

The new grill slams down atop the burner and the customers are amazed. Chanyeol’s amazed at himself too.

“Thank you!” They say enthusiastically. Chanyeol smiles as beads of nervous sweat form and drip down his face.

“HOT GRILLLLLLLLLLLLLL.” He screeches as he walks. “Hotgrillhotgrillhotgrill CORNER.” He makes it to the dish pit and drops off the grill. Success, he thinks.

When he turns around, baekhyuns leaning against the wall, sipping on his straw with what looks to be soda. Or it could be Hennessey again who knows.

“Good job.” Baekhyun tells him but despite the compliment sounds sarcastic as hell.

Chanyeol nods in a half bow, and rushes out. Damn Baekhyun looked good. He must have just clocked in because he was sans apron and full view of sexy hips and – Chanyeol chances a double take and yep. Baekhyun had a nice ass. It wasn’t really a surprise. He just came off as a guy with a nice ass.

When nine pm rolls around, chanyeol’s previous assumption that things would slow down is shoved down his throat. The wait is at two hours, the lobby is swamped, and chanyeol can’t even take a bathroom break to piss.

Sehun’s warped into a military commander, barking orders with a hot flush on his face and sleeves rolled all the way up.

“Tao’s slamming me for fun.” Sehun pants. “that asshole. There’s other sections open too but he doesn’t care. Hoe’s too lazy to walk to the other side of the damn restaurant. Ugh, fuck this shit.” Sehun looks on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Chanyeol feels bad that he couldn’t make things easier for him. as far as hes concerned runners are there to allow the server more time with their tables.

“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol splutters.

“Nah you’re good. We’re just understaffed. Like severely unsderstaffed. No joke. No ones running the food. When the kitchen gets backed up, we’re all fucked.” Sehun looks at his ipad. “I gotta get table 65’s shit. can you grab them some waters at the bar?”

“Got it!”

Chanyeol’s never actually gotten drinks for tables before. He’s never even met the bartender. The bar zone is another battlefield altogether. A bunch of drinks are on the counter, some from 20 min ago, a ticket sloppily stuck on the side of the glass. Chanyeol grabs 6 water glasses and puts them on the circular tray, praying he wont drop this shit as soon as he runs it.

He’s pouring the water and ice, half missing as he tries to multi task and shove spoons into each cup.

When he’s done with the pitcher, a dark looming presence that’s impressive from a rather short guy appears.

“Are you not capable of the simple task of placing empty pitchers to the right side of the bar?” Kyungsoo, his name tag reads, apparently the bartender, says calmly but with a cut throat icy tone. Passive aggressive much? His big eyes beat Chanyeol’s own wide ones.

“My bad.” Chanyeol says distractedly nearly spilling a glass of water.

“Put the empty pitchers on the right side of the bar.”

Chanyeol does as he told and gets another scolding. “My right.” Kyungsoo emphasizes.

Chanyeol wants badly to answer back because he did not clarify that but he bites his tongue and does as hes told.

He barely hears a ‘behind you’ of a familiar voice as he’s lifting his tray of glasses and if Baekhyun hadn’t swerved left when chanyeol turned around a full on wet collision would have taken place.

“I said behind you.” Baekhyun snaps at him.

Chanyeols pouting now tired of getting yelled at. “I didn’t hear you.” He says under his breath not making eye contact.

“Then fucking listen next time. Your ears are big enough.”

Chanyeols shook at the unsolicited insult. Jerk, he thinks.

He miraculously makes it back to section six without spilling his tray, and drops the drinks off at 65.

They’re a group of young guys around their early 20’s all dressed fashionably in snapbacks and hoodies. There’s a few bottles of soju and giant Hite bottles already on their table despite having just got seated less than thirty minutes ago. Must have started drinking during the wait time. This was the table sehun was getting food for, chanyeol realizes.

“Yo thanks!” One of them with bunny teeth and an innocent boy next door face whoops. Buzzed, chanyeol observes.

“No problem.”

“Are you a server too?”

“Where’s sehun?”

“I’m hungry!”

“Is Jin hyung working today?”

Chanyeol’s bombarded with questions and suddenly feels overwhelmed. Maybe he isn’t suited for server life, having to actually be in contact with tables.

“Sehun’s getting your food, guys.” Chanyeol says politely. “And I’m not sure who Jin hyung is.”

“aw man! No hooks up today.”

���It’s his birthday!”

“Can you sing for him?”

“Shut the fuck up!” the one who’s birthday it apparently was hisses. He’s a really pale slim guy on the very end of the booth. He seems to be consumed by his oversized black hoodie and looks miserable but chill at the same time.

“But yoongi-hyung! You get pineapples!”

“I hate pineapples jimin.”

Jimin frowns as Yoongi hyung stabs at a radish.

Another male on the opposite of the end of the booth tugs at Chanyeol’s sleeve. He’s tan and got a box shaped smile. “Can you guys sing for him later? His name is yoongi, say he’s turning 87 years old.”

“I can hear you, Taehyung,” Yoongi seethes. “I’m not 87 years old.”

“Then stop acting like it!”

Chanyeol finds himself with the plastered on robotic smile like Sehun earlier and finally understands why. Customers be so needy. He wished badly for sehun to pop up and take him away from all this social interaction.

“Don’t mind them. They’ve had a few.” A smooth voice from the far end of the table says. He looks more mature and his silver hair peeks out beneath a beanie reading RM. “Just checking up but no rush or nothing, do you know if our food’s coming? We’re famished.”

“Oh! Yeah lemme go check in the kitchen for you.” Chanyeol’s right about to flee the scene when he sees sehun approaching with 2 trays in hand. Full hands in full hands out yo. He passes one to chanyeol and steps into the limelight

“hey guys! Sorry about that! I got your food! Yay!” sehun drops the food one by one in record speed. “beef bulgogi, brisket, beef belly, and spicy pork belly.” He turns gracefully and grabs at the food in chanyeol’s tray. “also the appetizers, popcorn chicken fried calamari and  japchae.

Jimin is about to open his mouth to say something but sehun cuts him off. “don’t worry your soup is on the way. Just about 5 min . okay? Sorry about that!”

“no its okay! Thank you!”

Sehun walks chanyeol away and sighs. “Thanks for taking care of them. Theyre regulars. Young but they tip pretty fat. Rare for millenials. Jin’s friends. Jins a bartender. He’s off today though.”

“It’s the yoongi guy’s 87th birthday.” Chanyeol blurts before he forgets.

Sehun laughs. “oh god. Hes gonna kill us for singing. This is gonna be fun. Ima send in the pineapple in about 45 min then I want you to ask everyone available to do a birthday for us.”

“Copy that.” Chanyeol salutes. Sehun grins.

“You’re doing good by the way.”

Chanyeol grins back.

-- Time passes by differently inside Gen. One second it’s 5pm the next it’s been four and a half hours. It’s a bit insane and almost feels like Chanyeol is in a whole other world completely.

The adrenaline rush is hitting him.

Teamwork really makes the dreamwork. Every checkbook Sehun obsessively opens once the table is out the door has been 20% tip which is great for a server’s quota.

“Bless,” Sehun cheers. “Suho better give me a strawberry soju cocktail for this.”

It’s really specific which makes Chanyeol laugh. “I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“Oh I’ll definitely share. You’ve done well yeollie. Can I call you that? Do people call you that?”

“Not really but it’s fine.” Tbh chanyeol hated that nickname bc wtf. “as long as I get to call you sehunnie.”

“nevermind.”

They share another laugh and then another server pops out.

“Hi chen.” Sehun chirps. “Whatcha got there?”

“Your birthday pineapples, bitch.”

“damn you stay on them birthday pineapples.”

“Well when you got vocals such as I then yes. you never know when you’ll get discovered.” His finely chiseled jawbones are more pronounced as a foxy grin spreads across his face. He turns to chanyeol. “hi. Don’t believe we’ve met. New guy right?”

“Yeah that’s me. New guy.”

“ha youre funny. I like you, new guy.”

“watch out he says that to everyone he think he can take advantage and manipulate into doing his dirty work.” Sehun warns playing around on his ipad.

“hey!”  chen interjects. Chanyeol grins, feeling more at home and part of the gen fam now. it was a good feeling.

“anyway. Birthday time. Get like two or three more people ok? And maybe a clean grill so you can bang on that shit and get everyones fucking attention.” Sehun dictates.

“on my way.”

Chanyeol speeds around the restaurant looking for non busy folks. Everyone basically says no or ignores him when he asks though. Ok, so maybe not quite part of the gen fam yet.

He bumps into Baekhyun unintentionally. A cute shocked ‘ah!’ leaves Baekhyun’s mouth, and seriously it’s so cute but almost sexual that Chanyeol’s face burns.

“Say behind you!” Baekhyun practically shouts at him. Chanyeol just stares, a bit flabberghasted at the feisty little thing Baekhyun was. “What do you want?”

“Birthday?” Chanyeol finally remembers his mission in life.

“Ugh,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “fine. Come on.”

Chanyeol cant help the big goofy smile on his face at Baekhyun actually agreeing to do something nice for him well technically for sehun but still. Progress, people.

They weave through the crowd of servers and customers alike with the grace of a seasoned employee. For once in chanyeols life his clumsy demeanor is absent. Maybe actually putting a conscious effort to stop fucking up was all it took. Or maybe a motivation. He stares at baekhyun’s fluffy blonde hair and swears he can catch a whiff of a mild sweet cologne. Of course Baekhyun prolly had magical powers to still remain bulgogi and kalbi scent free even halfway through his shift. This guy was just way too attractive for his own good. Chanyeol is wonder what his sign is when Baekhyun abruptly stops.

Chanyeol crashes right into him, just as Baekhyun throws his hand behind him to stop chanyeol probably. Instead his hand lands right against chanyeol’s crotch, smacking his dick.

Chanyeol groans, and with the intertia still in full effect, stumbles into Baekhyun’s shoulder. His groin is right against baekhyun’s ass and despite just getting hit down there, feels his cock twitch as blood rushes down. Oh no noono.

“Watch out.” Baekhyun tells him not even noticing what he had done to chanyeols family jewels.

“I am sorry.” Chanyeol dryheaves, seeing stars.

Baekhyun peers behind him as a server in front pulls out a hot grill from a table and continues walking on. baekhyun’s smirking.

“are you okay?” Baekhyun asks looking amused.

“yeah im fine.”

“that was your thing wasn’t it?”

Oh my god, chanyeol thinks. Is he seriously asking that specifically and shit. he doesn’t know what to say, and hes sure his face is red as a tomato.

“I – it – “

Baekhyun laughs again. The 2nd time chanyeols got him to and the 1% chance of not having children seems worth it.

“get used to it. It happens a lot here.”

Chanyeol has no idea what the hell Baekhyun means by that and  finding himself speechless once again, just stays quiet as they finally make it to section.

Sehun, Chen and a few others have already gathered around.

“FINALLY!” sehun shouts.

“shut up.” Baekhyun says with no bite.

“his name is yoongi.” Sehun tells everyone then theyre in a single file line of tall men in black looking like a squad. Gang gang.

Sehun suddenly bends down and brings his hand to his mouth as he booms,

“Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee we got a birthday.”

“AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE GOT A BIRTHDAY!” the rest of group echos. Table 65 is cheering madly looking incredibly shit faced and lit.

“hey everyone we got a birthday in the house his name is yoongi and hes turning 87 years old today!” the crowd laughs as yoongi looks absolutely livid, sinking down into his seat. Sehun’s got the pineapples in front of him and three hands reach out with torch lighters lighting up comically. “Let’s all sing him happy birthday!”

Chanyeol thinks hes singing loud but its drowned out by the whole crowd. It’s a big moving, hearing everyone sing, strangers who don’t even know you all singing and letting you feel special on your birthday. It was beautiful tbh. The added WOO with every line also made it more sentimental like they were all long time friends. Chen’s vocals though were really something, and hella extra. People were loving it though as he did an unsolicited high note.

Chanyeol’s enjoying the moment when he finally hears Baekhyun singing. If he wasn’t already sprung off his ass for the guy he would be now. even though its loud, he can hear him and damn his voice was beautiful. He doesn’t realize hes staring until Baekhyun turns his head and catches his gaze.

His eyes are lit up from all the flames of the torch lighters and chanyeol can’t fathom how anyone can be so gorgeous.

Its over too fast, everyone yelling and clapping, some howling and a random ass YEEEEEEEEEEA-YUHHHHHHHHHH.

Baekhyun moves up against him, real close, his hot breath against chanyeol’s collar. “you owe me again.” Then walks away without sparing him another glance.

Chanyeol feels frozen to the spot but hot all over. God, Baekhyun….

Sehun walks over with a raised eyebrow. “do you wanna run for him?”

“huh?”

“baekhyun. He doesn’t like to admit it but he needs a runner sometimes. I seen his section burning because he’s too busy flirting with customers.” Sehun picks at a fingernail.

“what makes you think I want to run for him?” chanyeol gets defensive, feeling a bit ashamed at being so easy to read.

Sehun rolls his eyes. “please. Ive seen the way you look at him. he’s got the same effect on half the human population.”

“I don’t look at him,” chanyeol denies hurriedly.

“relax,” sehun laughs. “im not gonna tell him. though he probably already knows. But I can request suho to put you on the floor plan as a runner for him.”

“would that really be a good idea…”

“sure! One of the things about gen, is we like to make sure we’re all a team and that we can work well together. This will be the perfect opportunity to develop a good relationship with Baekhyun hyung. He’s a great server. He makes the most tips every shift.”

Develop a good relationship? Chanyeol’s got different things in mind. Shit. nooo. Can’t think that way. Unresolved sexual tension will not help his situation.

“I don’t know... he doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Chanyeol  sighs picking up a few empty plates.

“nonsense!” sehun booms throwing his hand up for emphasis and nearly smacking a guest in the face as he does so. He leans closer. “ive seen the way he looks at you too.” He winks and goes back to table touching.

Chanyeol bites his lip, eyes searching for Baekhyun through the busy bustling restaurant. His heart steps when he sees the object of his desire staring back.

--

Chanyeol goes home that night with more than house tip. His first runner tip out. Sehun had been generous. $50 is pretty good for a tip out. Most runners only get 10% but sehun said he had kicked ass and was a natural, would be serving in no time.

Jongin’s still up at their shared 1 bedroom. He’s in the living room six beers in it seems and playing some video games.

“Yo.”

“Whaddup.”

“Tired as shit,” chanyeol kicks off his shoes.

“You smell like straight up Korean samgyubsal dude.” Jongin scrunches his nose.

“And you smell like bad life decisions.” Chanyeol eyes the empty six pack and the half empty bottle of jameson. “whats the occasion?”

“midterms over. Got a C. I’m celebrating.” Jongin shrugs. “wanna join me?”

Chanyeol doesn’t know why the hell not he wouldn’t. his body is aching all over and the exhaustion is starting to set in. a beer or two sounded wonderful. he opts to take a quick shower to get the stench of bulgogi off him but the quick shower turns in to a 20 minute jacking off session.

Dark eyes, light hair, the hottest piece of ass he’s ever seen…

And an aggressive but beautiful and intoxicating Baekhyun telling chanyeol to fuck him harder.

“ah fuck,” chanyeol hisses as he comes everywhere. What a huge load.

If sehun’s true to his word and gets chanyeol as a runner for Baekhyun, it’s gonna take a lot of pre shift jizz sessions to stop the inevitable boners a certain server will give him.

Chanyeol ignores the beer and goes straight for the hard liquor, hating how everything was more and more reminding him of someone he’s only known for a few days and didn’t really respect him.

“you good?” jongin slurs, looking worried but mostly drunk.

Chanyeol gives him two thumbs up and reaches for the controller.

--

Running for Baekhyun turns out to be as sexually frustrating as chanyeol’s fantasies predicted it to be.

At first, the animosity was strong.

“Who said you could run for me?” Baekhyun had asked when Chanyeol was clocking in fumbling with his apron and trying not to stare at baekhyun’s ass. “I don’t need a runner.”

“Am I running for you?” Chanyeol decides to play dumb like he did not know that that was the original plan sehun had made last night.

That gets Baekhyun shoving the PM floor plan to chanyeols face. “what does it say?”

“Oh. I guess I am.” Chanyeol gulps nervously. Why the hell was Baekhyun so worked up sheesh. “I can just not run for you if you want…”

“And have suho on my ass? No thanks.” Baekhyun pauses, a thoughtful look on his face. He steps closer. “Are you even good?”

“What.” Chanyeol stammers at the close proximity. Baekhyuns breath smelled just like the minty gum he was chewing.

“Are you good?”

“Uh, sehun said I was good.”

“sehun also said you wanted to fuck me.” Baekhyun says and its not sure if its jokingly or sarcastically if it was a test or what.

Chanyeol opens his mouth to say something, he doesn’t even know what but then Baekhyun goes on.

“anyway, I want you close to me at all times. Bother me. Ask me what I need. I don’t wanna see you running off helping others. If someone else asks you for something, ignore them. You’re my runner. So you run only for me. Do you understand that?” Baekhyun’s speech sounds like a weird bdsm euphemism.

Chanyeol nods repeatedly.

“okay,” Baekhyun says sweetly. “let’s go then.”

“ESKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETIT!” someone yells from the dishpit adding comedy to the otherwise tense moment.

Chanyeol follows behind Baekhyun, eyes trying not to enjoy the view too much.

He’s failing miserably at being lowkey of his undying thirst for the guy. Baekhyun isn’t helping. Its nice that baekhyun’s actually being cordial with him simply because he’s basically his slave and tips depend on how well they perform as a tag team duo.

But… like…

Baekhyun is touchy feely as fuck.

Its half way through the dinner rush, and chanyeol’s noticed baekhyun’s been on three bathroom breaks which were probably not for peeing but for chugging more of his personnel. His breath doesn’t smell of minty gum anymore but pure alcohol, of the cognac variety.

The alcohol definitely loosens Baekhyun up. It’s small and subtle gestures but to chanyeol he feels like he’s gonna spontaneously combust. Baekhyun leans in so close everytime he asks chanyeol to do something. and the way he looks up with a smile that chanyeol knows is the fake sweet robotic smile all servers do but to have it directed at him’s got him weak. Baekhyun is cute, sexy and irresistible. He’s charming when he wants to be, chanyeol notices. He’s using his charm on him too. Like finessing him or something. maybe it was the alcohol talking at this point.

“chanyeollie,” Baekhyun tugs him to the side station and steps so close their chest is against each other. Its loud in the restaurant but was this necessary?

“y-yes?”

“I need you.” Baekhyun says against his neck. “if you didn’t know we just got slammed. I just took all their drink orders, Ill get the rice and side dishes but I want you to get the drinks. Can you do that for me?”

Chanyeols heart is RACING. It’s hammering so loudly in his chest at how close Baekhyun is to him, chanyeol doesn’t think its possible for his heart to beat this rapidly but here we are.

“okay I got it.” chanyeol tries stepping back a little but he’s trapped against the wall.

Baekhyun looks up at him. theyre within kissing distance for crying out loud.

“thanks.” Baekhyun’s dark sultry gaze drops down to chanyeol’s lips, I shit you not. Chanyeol thinks its his imagination he swears it is but nope, baekhyun’s hella staring right at his mouth. “I owe you.” He says slowly as he meets his eyes again. Then he licks his lips and smiles. “go.”

Chanyeol’s temporarily stunned into the side station even minutes after Baekhyun saunters back to section seven.

Shit. shiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Chanyeol can’t feel his legs. He feels numb. There’s a shameful tug of arousal pooling in all sorts of heated desperation and lust around his lower stomach and groin. He’s never felt this turned on in so long. He never wanted someone this much. Baekhyun could probably burn his ass with a hot grill and he’d still wanna smash and make him happy. This was getting out of control.

“are you okay?” sehun asks him at the bar as chanyeol robotically fills 16 glasses of water on one tray.

“yes.”

“that’s a lot of waters.”

“I know.”

“Baekhyun making you do all the hard labor huh?”

Chanyeol snaps. “what the hell is his deal anyway?”

Sehun looks amused. “whatcha mean?”

“why is he so. He’s acting different today.”

“probably drunk. He always drinks on the job when he has a runner.”

“I know hes drunk or whatever. But like. Is he usually, you know.”

“hm?”

Chanyeol doesn’t know how to say it. hes probably trippin and Baekhyun isn’t making moves or seducing him, hes just being nice and chanyeols taking it the wrong way because apparently his libido is a poor depraved soul and hes suddenly turned into a pervert.

“nevermind,” he says instead, grabbing sixteen straws.

Sehun laughs. “oh boy. Don’t tell me he’s already got you all riled up? Its been 3 hours.”

Yeah three hours of nonstop touches, touches to chanyeols bicep, lower back, and Baekhyun had a habit of backing up into chanyeol ass to groin while he tells him what to do. Who talks to people in that position? Baekhyun that’s who.

“he’s hella on me.” Chanyeol blurts feeling dumb and very teenage boy.

Sehun stirs a strawberry lemonade. “yeah, that’s Baekhyun. You should be happy though. One moment he hated your guts and now it looks like hes tryna get you up in his. Teambuilding!”

Somehow chanyeol doesn’t think hoeing around with your coworkers means team building but sure. Lets go with that.

He decides not to say anything more . can sehun even really be trusted? All the servers here seemed to have a dark side. It was like an anime where all the heros have an alter ego or some shit.

Dropping off the drinks is like the hard level of a roblox obstacle course. Everyones literally in the damn way even on a Sunday evening. No one seems to care when he says behind you. Chanyeol was steadily heading towards his first gen mental breakdown.

“there you are.” Baekhyun acknowledges heading towards chanyeol once the drinks were all set. “are you ok?”

“yes. hi.” Chanyeol says through gritted teeth. Baekhyun may as well be a devil in disguise. All the sins in chanyeols mind were making him wanna drown himself in some holy water. Hes never usually like this. It was making him a bit disgusted with himself.

“im going on my thirty. Can you watch over the section?” Baekhyun strokes chanyeol’s arm as he asks.

What the fuck – “yeah I can do that. Is everyone good right now.”

“mhm.” Baekhyun gestures to a party of 16. “I know those guys. Theyre hella chill. They shouldn’t give you any trouble. Ive already told them im going on break. So just 74 or 75 arent part of their group. 74 are harmless little ahjussi’s, charm them with your dimple. The other is a group of thots, charm them with your deep voice maybe act like you wanna bone them or something.” Baekhyun explains quickly then pulls chanyeol down by the collar. “but don’t actually do that.” He glares playfully then nearly gives chanyeol a heartattack as he shoves his ipad into chanyeol’s apron pocket which is right near his crotch. Dear god, chanyeol thinks. “you got this!”

Then hes off, and heading towards the back room.

-- chanyeol doesn’t notice it’s Baekhyun at the party of 16 with the chinese dudes until 8 minutes later. He’s got a burgundy windbreaker on over his uniform and he’s pulled up a chair right next to an extremely good looking mofo. Chanyeol had to admit, the guy  had the face of a model and he looked tall too if his giant yaoi hands were anything to go by. He was also a blonde, and had resting bitch face except for whenever they raised their soju bombs to cheers or whenever Baekhyun opened his mouth.

Baekhyun was clearly lit by this point, he had taken many shots of the cocktail and the soju bombs already and he just sat there wtf. Chanyeol didn’t know if it was jealousy that was pissing him off or the blatant disregard to the rules. Baekhyun’s massaging the guy’s thigh as he laughs and chanyeol nearly walks out. What a fucking hoe.

“excuse me, can we get a grill change please?” one of the girls from the table of thots ask sweetly, batting her fake lashes.

“okay.” Chanyeol wordlessly grabs a clean grill from the side station making sure to mean mug Baek’yun's fine ass man friend as he does so. He gets ignored, existence forgotten and sighs as he switches the grills at 74.

“thank you! Youre the best!” the girls gush.

“no problem.” Chanyeol’s mastered the fake smile early in the game. He wonders how many smiles here were actually genuine cas he knows his isn’t anymore. Can he have a fucking shot right now too?

Speak of the devil , Baekhyun looks up just as chanyeol booms hot grill.

“chanyeollie! Hey. Want a shot?” he offers as if hes part of this table, not working or anything.

“no thanks.” Chanyeol says, pride stopping him.

“come on dude. Live a little.” The guy beside Baekhyun says smiling. Once again, WERE ANY SMILES SINCERE HERE? the world may never know.

“I’m working.” Chanyeol says politely but it comes off harsh.

Baekhyun laughs. “sorry guys. He’s new.”

“its cool. I respect his work ethics.”

“so what are you saying you don’t respect my work ethics?”

“what work ethics?”

Baekhyun hits him flirtaciously. “kris!” he whines. Chanyeols eyes darken and he awkwardly moves away. Kris, his mind mocks.

Theyre so casual with each other. Definitely fucking. Chanyeol sighs. Why must all the good ones be hoes?

He drops off the dirty grill and notices the time. Hasn’t it been more than 30 min? where the fuck was the manager? Did he not care?

He sneaks into the back to peer into the office and sees sehun in there back facing him talking to who was probably suho.

“my schedule is fucked. I asked you for wed off weeks ago!”

“sehun please calm down.”

“ive been waiting for so long but you’ve still never made the time. You suck!”

“sehun.”

Realization dawns up chanyeol that this is definitely not a conversation he should be hearing. Hes about to slowly walk away like a ninja in the night but sehun senses him and catches his eye. Shit. chanyeol runs off.

He gets the check for 74 and 75. Takes orders for the other side of the party and even grabs rice for another servers section. By then Baekhyun is still straight chillin.

Chanyeol cant stand anymore of this bs. He’s not gonna make a scene or anything he wasn’t the type. But his aura wasn’t something he could hide. He tended to wear his emotions on his sleeve and face. Baekhyun looks over and although shit faced, seems to look a little concerned.

He gets up. Kris guy tugs him.

“I have to go back now.”

“just clock out. I’ll tip you your other two hours pay.”

“tip me it anyway.” Baekhyun sasses then walks off, but as he does he grabs chanyeol by the sleeve wordlessly. They pass chen in the expo line.

“watch my section for 10 minutes.” Baekhyun orders like a boss. Chen scowls but doesn’t decline. Damn was everyone baekhyuns bitch around this place.

Chanyeol’s about to ask where theyre going but it could only be one place. The bathroom.

He’s sure Baekhyun is gonna yell at him for something or the other. The lobby has cleared out at least, so the bathroom is empty when he’s all but manhandled into it.

“take your apron off.” Baekhyun says.

“why?” chanyeol asks defiantly.

“you cant wear your apron in the bathroom dumbass!” Baekhyun says loudly as if talking to a particularly braindead person.

“well my bad. I didn’t even know I was going to the bathroom.” Chanyeol mutters, feeling like a rebel. His heart beats wildly for even talking back.

Baekhyun ignores him, grabbing at the string of chanyeol’s apron, right atop his crotch and undoing it.

“whoa.” Holy shittttttttttt---

The apron is off and Baekhyun throws it in the little gold tub where clean towels are supposed to go below the sink. He does the same for himself then grabs chanyeol again and shoves him inside the stall. It isn’t until hes locking it that chanyeol’s alarm bells are going off in his head. Was he gonna like kill him? omg.

“Baekhyun – “ chanyeol starts.

“you’re so fucking distracting.” Baekhyun growls once again putting hands on chanyeol, he presses chanyeol against the cold marble wall, the music booms around them.

“what? Im sorry – “ chanyeol’s adrenaline rush is kicking in again, making him dizzy and slow.

“you should be.” Baekhyun stares seriously at him. his cheeks are flushed, lips a kissable dark red from the strawberry soju cocktail. “I can’t work properly with you.”

Chanyeol feels his stomach flip. “I’m sorry…” he says sadly feeling like a failure.

“stop apologizing you idiot,” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “I can’t work properly because all I can think about is getting you alone and making you come.”

Chanyeol’s mind goes blank.

Then races.

“what?” he’s blushing. His cheeks are burning and he feels like the drunk one wit how his brain isn’t functioning right now. had he heard him correctly? Is he going crazy? Was he fantasizing? Is this real life?

“and youre so fucking innocent too.” Baekhyun spits in annoyance. “what? Are you telling me you don’t want me?”

“Um,” chanyeol hadn’t expected this to escalate so quickly. “you’re very attractive.” He says hurriedly feeling awkward. Don’t fuck this up, his mind and libido screams. But at the same time Baekhyuns drunk isn’t he? Does he even know what hes saying?

“mhm,” Baekhyun nods with a slight daze eyed smirk. “and you want me?”

“I do.” Chanyeol admits, his voice cracking. He was scared to say it out loud to let Baekhyun know but put on the spot like this he was more scared if Baekhyun thought the opposite. The truth shall set you free.

Baekhyun smiles looking extremely pleased with life. “okay good.” He presses against chanyeol, their bodies meeting perfectly. Their height difference was almost made for each other. Baekhyun presses his lips into chanyeol’s neck, placing wet kisses. Chanyeol cant breathe. “how do you want me?” Baekhyun asks tongue swirling around chanyeol’s adams apple.

Chanyeols about to bust a nut forreal.

He’s hard already and its been 2 seconds since this physical shit even started. Baekhyun can probably feel it no Baekhyun can definitely feel it, theres no way he cant, plus he reaches down and squeezes, looking up to smile sweetly at chanyeol. OH MY GOD.

“wow that was fast,” Baekhyun comments, stroking chanyeol through his slacks.

“a-ah, fuck,” chanyeol groans squeezing his eyes shut because this was all too stimulating and he didn’t trust himself not to come right then and there.

“that is the plan.” Baekhyun says cutely. “do you have lube?”

“wait.” Chanyeol snaps out of it. “we can’t … do it here.”

“why?”

There were a million reasons why! They were on the clock? It was a filthy mens bathroom at their work for fucks sake? Did that not bother Baekhyun at all!

“you’re drunk.”

Baekhyun laughs. “Im not that drunk.”

“youre hella drunk,” chanyeol says firmly and with great effort pushes Baekhyun off. He regrets it immediately when he sees the flash of hurt on baekhyuns face. “I don’t want to take advantage of you or anything.”

“oh god.” Baekhyun rolls his eyes. His whole demeanours changed. He apparently isn’t used to getting no for an answer. “forget it. I should’ve known.”

“Baekhyun – “

“you are a pussy ass loser bitch noob. this never happened.”

“Baekhyun – I just – I do like you and want you. But this isn’t all I want from you.” Chanyeols desperately trying to explain himself but baekhyuns not having it, mood kilt.

“no fuck it. ill just go find someone else.” Baekhyun waves him off.

“what the fuck, don’t do that!” chanyeol finds himself shouting, a spike of jealousy and possessive ness and the image of kris in his mind.

“why the hell not? I can do whatever I want.”

“you should respect yourself. If you wanna do that, don’t just go to random people when youre drunk. You deserve more and youre better than that.”

Baekhyuns gaze is cold as death. “you don’t know me and you don’t know anything. Fuck off. This was a mistake. You can go home. Like I said, I don’t need a runner.” Baekhyun turns his back and when chanyeol tries to grab him shoves chanyeol back with unrestrained anger and strength. Chanyeols back hits the wall. “Don’t ever touch me again.”

Baekhyun walks out after that leaving chanyeol alone in the bathroom. The music plays loudly. But chanyeol doesn’t hear anything but the harsh words replaying themselves in the his head.

He feels like hes been stabbed. Had he fucked up by saying no to baekhyuns advances? He think he did the right thing here. most guys would probably go for it, but this wasn’t okay. It was totally taking advantage if he did what Baekhyun wanted. Shit did Baekhyun even want him or was he the closest available hot blooded male? He didn’t wanna think if this was a normal thing Baekhyun did when hes had too much to drink or if Baekhyun had actually been feeling him.

He knows Baekhyun is more complex than what he lets people see. Most people act the way Baekhyun do if they’ve been hurt before and developed a guard around themselves to avoid being betrayed again. Trust issues and shit. chanyeol doesn’t know why hes so torn up about this because baehyun wasright he didn’t know him at all. But he just felt this strong connection to him. he really fucking like him… the few moments where he got to see Baekhyun smile and laugh made him happy and he didn’t know why. Shit feelings were really such a curse. This is why he stayed single like his whole damn life. Feelings just got in the way and made you depressed.

But Baekhyun…

He couldn’t stop these feelings even if he tried.

He has no idea what to do, he picks up his apron and wraps I around his waist. He looks at himself in the mirror. He looks flushed and sweaty and miserable. He splashes water on his face. It doesn’t help. He feels feverish and a little sick to his stomach the though of Baekhyun hating him.

He sees another apron and realizes Baekhyun forgot his. Hes picking it up when a piece of paper falls out.

To; chanyeol thanks for being an awesome runner. Drinks on me >.> I owe you, remember? 925 237 2372

~Baek

 -----

  “So are you going to tell me why you were earhustling on me and suho’s private conversation?”

“it didn’t seem very private with the door wide open and you yelling and all.”

“woah. That attitude. You’re becoming one of us by the day!” sehun claps his hand on chanyeols back. “ok well more serious question. Do you know why Baekhyun walked out on his shift earlier?”

“I don’t know.”

“you don’t know?”

“didn’t I just say that?” chanyeol snaps gloves breaking as he aggressively scrubs the table. “shit.” he rips it off. Sehun whistles. “sorry. Im having a bad day.”

“okay incredible hulk. Do you need to take a ten?”

“no.”

“are you sure?”

“I took a long enough ten earlier.”

“oooh whats that mean? oh! Is that why you disappeared in the bathroom for awhile?” chanyeols about to ask how he fucking knows that but sehun answers before he could. “word gets around fast here. that and chen has a big mouth.”

“okay. Ill keep that in mind.”

“were you taking a giant shit or what?”

“no.”

“oh my god.” Sehun gasps. “were you with… were you and Baekhyun.”

“NO!” chanyeol says immediately. “no. nothing happened.”

“you sound disappointed.”

“fine you got me. I am disappointed. Disappointed that Baekhyun acts like such an easy hoe when hes drunk.”

“oh honey, its not just when hes drunk.” It was quite comical for sehun to use the word honey but chanyeols sense of humor is void right now. “hes going thru some shit. he didn’t always used to be this hard to deal with. But hes getting better. I think. I don’t know. It didn’t help that kris and his crew came in today.”

“what does that guy have to do with anything?”

“uh well its not my position to say but I do have a bigger mouth than chen so ha. Kris is baekhyun’s ex. But not like official. They were just fuckbuddies for a while. Baekhyuns never really gotten over it.”