Title: Better Give Me That Title
Language: English
Word Count: 4.9K

Warning: Failed Smut, Slight Fluff, A Lot of Cursing

Summary: Where Baekhyun hates Chanyeol calling him 'friend'.

(A/N: hiiiii i'm back again with an update! i never planned on writing this but oh, well, here i am. this is inspired by meghan trainor's title, an idea popped up while listening to it hehehe anw, this s quite long and please enjoy it because i personally enjoyed and loved writing this, and i'm sorry if it didn't match your expectations, i really tried my best hahahaha expect some grammatical errors, typos, and misspelled words. love you guys♡)

(c)_beplopsz, July 2021

* * *

Baekhyun's eyes fluttered close to the kiss. The kiss that burns. The kiss that surely lingers even for weeks. He opened his mouth when the guy holding his waist bit his lower-lip and pushed his tongue inside. He sensually moaned as he felt hot tongue explored his sinful mouth.

This was already their third time meeting, and well, pleasuring each other, but Baekhyun felt like it was the first time.

The kissess. Touches. The feelings.

Baekhyun was drown in so much pleasure he didn't notice that he's already half-naked, his navy polo-shirt is thrown somewhere around the room. And it's not that he minds, though. Pleasure first before anything else, he says.

He breathes some air when their hot kiss broke. He opened his eyes and met his almond-shaped eyes that stared at him, full of desire... of lust.

He didn't waste some time as he kisses him again, his hands on his red hair, tugging and gripping. And he moaned between their kisses when the guy gripped his ass.

Baekhyun broke the kiss and leaned onto the crook of his neck, panting. "Make me happy tonight, please," he pleads, begs. He didn't care if he sounded so needy. What he wants, he gets.

He bit his lower-lip when the guy lick his earlobe. "Your wish is my command."

* * *

"Kyungsoo!" Baekhyun whines, getting his best friend's attention from reading some life inspirational book he's holding. His best friend didn't even pay attention to the television.

He strides towards him who's sitting comfortably in their black couch that his best friend personally choose and yanks the book away, earning him a deathly glare from him.

"What the fuck, Baekhyun?!" Kyungsoo is close to strangling him if not for his sore body. (Oh no, don't ask why, it's not our business anymore.) He continues to glare at him as he takes back his book. "What do you want, you 'lil shit?!"

Baekhyun stomps his feet like a five-year-old. (But really, he looks more five-year-old kid than his current age.) When he saw Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, annoyed, he stomps his feet more.

"You promised to help me pick my clothes today!" he said, trying to hug Kyungsoo but he got pushed away. Poor Baekkie. He glared at him but it was no use.

"I did?" Kyungsoo asks, looking back in his book. He continued reading as if his best friend didn't whine like a baby. As if Baekhyun didn't exist. Baekhyun whined because of this.

"Kyungsoo!"

"God, Baek," he sighs, finally closing the book and looking at him. Actually, his glaring at him. Really, living with his best friend, specifically Baekhyun, is harder than choosing what to cook for dinner. "You can just pick any clothes in your closet and it would still look good on you!" he adds, rolling his eyes.

Baekhyun pouts. "But I want to look pretty. To look beautiful. Please, Kyungie!" he pleads, reaching his arms only to get slap away.

"For the love of God, Baek, you're just meeting your childhood friend!" Kyungsoo scoffs. "And it's not like it's your first meeting! I can't even count how many times you're with him!" He stands up, leaving him to go to their kitchen. Baekhyun pouts and follows him like a puppy.

"But he isn't only a childhood friend! You know that!" he defends, watching his best friend getting the frying pan and three fresh eggs from the refrigrator. He take his seat near Kyungsoo and pouts. "He's more than that..."

"For you, yes. How about him? Does he feels the same?" Baekhyun feel silent and Kyungsoo chuckles, mocking Baekhyun while beating the eggs. He asks again when his best friend didn't plan on answering. "No? Poor you."

Baekhyun wants to hit Kyungsoo with the chair he's sitting on but he contolled himself. He doesn't want leaving an unconscious friend on the ground, thank you very much.

"But he's..."

"He's fucking you?" he asks again, now looking at him. "Baek, you're smarter than this. Just because he's fucking the shit out of you doesn't mean he felt the same for you."

Baekhyun bit his lower-lip. Kyungsoo's right, but he doesn't want to admit that.

"I already told you, didn't I? Once is enough, twice is too much. But thrice? You must be going crazy." His best friend rolled his eyes for the nth time. "And now, you're going for fourth. Well, good luck on that, Baek."

* * *

Baekhyun arrived at the café just twenty-five minutes passed 10. Thanks to Kyungsoo's words of wisdom that he intended to listen until the end, he's late for twenty-five minutes. Great. He hopes his childhood friend is still there, waiting for his lazy ass to appear.

He didn't know why he agreed on this. On meeting his childhood friend for the nth time even if he knows what will happen next. He only knows that he replied for a second after receiving a message from him (with heart emojis). And he only knows that he wants to fucking see his childhood friend. 

What a desperate shit, he thinks.

He fixes his raven-black hair, his black and loose sweatshirt under a black leather jacket and black jeans he wore for today before pushing the glass door open. Cold air greeted him as he went inside. The sound of chitchatting, laughter, and the sound of coffee maker near the counter made him smile.

His eyes wandered around, looking for a tall and buff guy with red hair inside. He only took seconds to find his childhood friend wearing some light blue polo-shirt with three buttons opened, revealing his collarbone and sitting near the glass window, talking and laughing with a... lady.

Baekhyun frowns. The lady is wearing a beautiful floral dress, her hair in a messy bun and he doesn't like how she's playfully hitting his childhood friend in his arm.

What the fuck.

He contemplates whether to stay unnotice and wait for them to finish talking (if they're talking or flirting, whatever) or approach them and grab the lady's hair.

But, of course, Baekhyun chooses the former until his childhood friend's almond-shaped eyes landed on his direction. He unconsciously gulps when his eyes lit up the moment he saw him, as if his childhood friend was happy seeing him. As if he was glad and relieved he's here. Baekhyun didn't know if what he saw was real or he was just... hallucinating. But, whatever.

He felt his heart leaped when Chanyeol raised his right hand and waved at him. He smiled, awkwardly, and waved back. He also saw the lady sitting next to Chanyeol looked at him and frowned.

Baekhyun almost rolled his eyes to her.

He starts walking near them. He watches how Chanyeol immediately stands up when he's already in front of them.

"Glad you make it!" Chanyeol exclaimed, went near him and hugged him with his bone-crashing hug. He bites his lower-lip when Chanyeol squeezes his shoulders. "I thought you're going to ditch me!" I thought you're going to forget about me.

Baekhyun laughs, patting his back. "Of course not. Did I ever ditch you in our meetings?" he asks, eyeing the lady who's watching them hug in front of her, her lips turned downward and her brows furrowed. Gone was the gorgeous lady smiling and laughing and hitting Chanyeol's arm. For a moment, he wants to laugh at her because he diverted his childhood friend's attention to him.

Chanyeol lets go and looks at him, his lips broke a wide smile. Something tugs in Baekhyun's heart. Fuck that smile. He smiles, too, stopping himself from kissing those plump and pink lips.

They stopped looking and checking each other when the lady cleared her throat. Both of them looked at her and Baekhyun wants to strangle her because of how she raises her right brow at Chanyeol, saying something he doesn't even understand.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Baekhyun almost jumps when Chanyeol raises his voice a little higher that some customers glances at them. "Baek, I want you to meet Olivia, my classmate when I studied in States!" Chanyeol said, enthusiastically, Baekhyun hates it.

The said lady stands up carefully and forces a smile at him. The kind of smile that Baekhyun really, really hates.

"Olivia, this is Baekhyun, my friend," Chanyeol says in English for her to understand. She nodded and gone was her fake smile. She now smirks at him.

Baekhyun freezes.

My friend.

He blinks, once, twice or even thrice.

Friend.

Baekhyun don't know but he hears Kyungsoo's voice in his head. Kyungsoo's I already told you, didn't I? echoes in his head. The words he spurted earlier playing in his mind like a mantra. As if mocking him.

Fuck.

Olivia stretches her hand to him, still smirking. "Hi, Baekhyun, it's nice to meet you," she says in full English accent and Baekhyun only stares at her hand in front of him. It's not nice meeting you.

After seconds of staring, he raises his hand and shakes her hand. "Me, too," he whispers and immeadiately lets go of her hand like there's a deadly virus on it and he's afraid he'll catch it.

His mind is flying somewhere that he didn't notice Chanyeol pulling a chair near him and guides him to sit on it. His mind is flying somewhere that he didn't notice Olivia bade her good bye because she has something else to do other than flirting Chanyeol. His mind is flying somewhere that he didn't hear Chanyeol talking to him and asking him if he's alright.

"Baek!"

"Huh?" He looks at Chanyeol who's looking at him worriedly. "What was it? I didn't catch it, sorry."

Chanyeol let out a sigh. "I'm asking if you're okay. You're spacing out. Is something wrong?"

There is.

He shakes his head. "I was just wondering if I turned off the lampshade in my room," he answers, smiling awkwardly. Chanyeol nods slowly, still unconvinced.

"Okay..." he mumbles, "Let's order?"

* * *

"Kyungsoo!" Baekhyun whines, getting another tissue from the tissue box his best friend is holding and wipes his tears and snots before throwing it somewhere. He gets another one and Kyungsoo almost smack his head because he already messed the living room with his dirty tissues.

"He fucking called me a friend!" Baekhyun continues to cry. Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. So dramatic.

"What else do you want him to address you? You're not even his boyfriend," he answers, pulling away the tissue box away from Baekhyun's reach. He doesn't want them both to drown with tissues Baekhyun used. Just ew.

"But, but..." Baekhyun finds exact words to answer but there's none, that's why he whines even more. It just fucking hurts, he wants to die in pain.

"What Chanyeol did was right." Kyungsoo sighs. "Do you want him to address you as his fuck buddy to someone, huh? You know, introducing you as his friend is better than his fuck buddy. What will Olivia thinks if she knows Chanyeol's just fucking you?" he adds, looking at his new polished nails. It's fucking pretty.

Baekhyun stops from whining at the mention of the name. His grip on the tissue is tighter than before. He glared at his best friend. "Don't even mention her name! I fucking hate hearing that name!" he growls and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes again.

"I hate him!" Baekhyun shouts. "I fucking hate that elf guy! I fucking wants to straddle him, choke him, beat him 'til death! Grrrr!" He gritted his teeth as if he's a wolf ready to devour his prey.

Kyungsoo just let out a sigh because he knows his besr friend is just overreacting. He'll be fine soon.

"From now on," Baekhyun pauses, taking a deep breathe. "I will never meeting him! I will never let him near me! I'll never let him fuck my beautiful ass! I swear, Kyungsoo! I swear!"

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. As if. 

* * *

It's been weeks since Baekhyun sworn that he'll never, ever, meeting his elf childhood friend because he's fucking done with their set-up. And truth be told, Baekhyun never really meets Chanyeol even if he was bombarded with his text messages asking if he's okay or if they'll meet at some new restaurant he discovered. He will just reply that he is busy.

He is busy.

Busy grieving over his and Chanyeol's fucked-up situation. Busy grieving over the fact that his childhood friend called him a friend even after fucking him countless of times.

I don't deserve this, he thinks. I fucking deserve better.

That was why he diverts his full attention to his work, especially now that his college friend is getting married.

Baekhyun sighed after listing the materials and designs he needed for his work. He's already finished organizing the foods needed for the reception yesterday (with the help of his chef best friend, of course) and now he's up for purchasing the materials.

He grabs his wallet, car keys and cell phone after checking himself in the mirror. He grabs his black hoodie and went outside his room. The house is unusually quiet since Kyungsoo's out with his boyfriend. (Usually, Kyungsoo would turn the TV on and read his book. Baekhyun asked why he was doing that and he answered, "for background noise.")

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. He looks at his right hand holding the phone when it vibrated. He lifted his hand and checked who texted him.

From: Daedae
Yo baek lets get
wasted tonight

Baekhyun snorts and shakes his head.

To: Daedae
you lil sht ur
getting married

From: Daedae
then? that doesnt stop
me from getting wasted

From: Daedae
and ill be with seokkie-baby
dun worri

To: Daedae
im busy i have to finish
everything or youll not get
married and im not worried

From: Daedae
Take a break bruh the
weddings still in 2
months for petes sake

From: Daedae
i invited soo and nini
so youre not alone

From: Daedae
and ill introduce you to
someone hot i know ;)

Baekhyun laughs before replying okay, send me the location. He stops from laughing when he received another message. He frowns when he didn't expect he will send a message.

From: pcy
Hello, Baek! Wanna
hang out with me later? My
colleagues invited me
at some famous nightclub

I don't wanna, Baekhyun thinks as he types his reply.

To: pcy
hi! sorry i cant
im busy today

From: pcy
When are you going
to finish? I'll pick you
up :)

To: pcy
i dunno tho i still
have a lot of things
to finish

From: pcy
Okay :) let's hang out
some other time when
you're not busy

Baekhyun bit his lower-lip. Something pinches in his heart and he hates it. He feels guilty from lying. Though, he's not lying because he's really busy but he knows he's avoiding Chanyeol.

He's avoiding his source of happiness.

He groans. If you didn't just call me your friend, I could've meet and be with you today. But he can't blame Chanyeol. Even he, himself, doesn't know what they really are aside from being fuck buddies.

Kyungsoo's right. He's not even Chanyeol's lover to begin with.

He stomps his feet. Fuck this life!

* * *

"Oho, look who's here!"

Even Baekhyun's still far from his friends' table and the loud music, he can clearly hear Jongdae's loud voice from where he is. This loud shit. Others looked at his way and he can see his small best friend having fun with Jongin, his boyfriend. There are three other guys in their seat and he recognizes them, aside from the tallest one because he's unfamiliar.

"Baekhyun-ssi!"

He smiled and waved at them. He made his way to them and some of his friends stood up, hugged and gave him a seat. "Glad you came! I thought you're going to lock yourself in your room forever," Jongdae, the loudest (aside from him), exclaimed.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "You're exaggerating."

"Oh, yes, he would," Kyungsoo interferred. Jongin, his boyfriend, is hugging him side ways. "He wouldn't make this effort if you didn't tell him that you know some hot guy," he adds, glancing at the tall guy in the side who's listening and smiling at them.

"Knowing Baekhyun, he just came here to know our hot guest!" Junmyeon, his other best friend who married and lived with a Chinese guy named Yixing in China, laughs. His husband laughs along with him, kissing his temple.

He scoffs. How sweet.

"Really, Baek, you never change!" Jongdae uttered, leaning his back in his soon-to-be-husband's chest, Minseok. Baekhyun rolled his eyes again before smiling at Minseok.

"Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Minseok-hyung. I hope you can keep up Jongdae's hidden personality in the near future," he says, smiling sweetly at him.

Jongdae whines. His fiancé laughs at him.

"Anyway, Baek, I want you to meet Kris Wu, a photographer from China," Jongdae introduces the tall guy. The said guy smiles at him and offers his hand for a handshake. "Yixing knew him so he hired him to be our wedding photographer."

"Hi, it's my pleasure to meet you," Kris greeted.

Baekhyun took his hand. "Hello, my name's Baekhyun and it's my pleasure, too."

"He's an event organizer, Kris. He's currently working on Jongdae and Minseok's wedding in two months, and he's very much single like you," Kyungsoo uttered, motioning his hand to Baekhyun.

Both of them shared sweet and shy smiles.

Baekhyun will admit, this Kris guy is hot. He's tall and handsome like...

He shook his head. Why am I even comparing him from someone? He's far from this Kris guy.

"Since you're a bit late, Baekkie, you go grab your own drink at the counter." Baekhyun can only nod at Kyungsoo. It's fine, though, because he doesn' drink the drinks in their table because he has low tolerance in alcohol. He plans on getting some orange juice. Because he planned on not getting drunk tonight, thank you very much.

He stands up and he saw Kris stands up as well. He smiled at him and motioned at the counter. "I'll come with you."

Baekhyun nods, ignoring his friends' teasing. "Just ignore them, they're crazy," he says once both of them is far away from their table. Kris chuckles resulting for him to chuckle, too.

He's about to turn to the right side where the counter is, when he halts. His eyes widen when he saw Chanyeol leaning against a wall. His arms are crossed and his almond-shaped eyes are glaring at him.

What is he doing here?

Baekhyun watches Chanyeol stands slowly when someone called him. He frowns while searching who called Chanyeol and frowns even more when he spotted a familiar lady with other faces he don't know in another table.

He looks back at him and he gulps when Chanyeol's still glaring at him, his hands are now inside the pocket of his black hoodie. He starts walking from where Olivia is and Baekhyun can finally breathe when Chanyeol looks away.

"Hey." Baekhyun looks at Kris who's walking towards him. He almost forgot that he's with him just because he saw the person he least expected to see. "What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Kris asks worriedly.

He smiles reassuringly at him. "Nothing..." he mutters. He glances where Chanyeol is and regrets when he saw him still glaring at him.

What's wrong with him?! Why is he looking at me like that?! And why is he with that girl?!

"Let's go?" Baekhyun looks away from their direction and nods at Kris. He grabs the guy's right hand and walks towards the counter. Kris is shocked by the sudden contact but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Baekhyun bites his lower-lip. I think I need a drink right now. He orders tequila and drinks it in one go. His hand grips the glass tighter that it'll break in a few minutes.

Kris looks at him warily as he carefully drink his martini. He felt something's wrong so he didn't say anything. He just watch Baekhyun orders another and drinks it in one go. He almost jumps when Baekhyun looks at him.

"D-Do you like someone?" Baekhyun asks. The taller guy is shock at the sudden question. Kris bit his lower-lip. So, it's a love problem. Baekhyun might be single but someone's already occupying his heart. He nods in understanding as he gulps his martini.

Baekhyun nods, too. "Do... Do you feel pain for liking or loving that someone?" he asks, again.

Kris hums, thinking of what to answer. He's not a love expert but he has experience. He smiles. "Of course," he answers, looking at Baekhyun.

"R-Really?"

He hums once again. "You know, you can't feel love if you didn't feel pain," he says, ordering another martini. When he looks at Baekhyun, he's already expecting him to continue. "And you can't feel happiness if you didn't feel sad."

Baekhyun pouts, shaking his head slowly. "I don't understand..."

He chuckles at this. "Pain is part on loving someone. You can't feel any pain if you didn't love that person, if you didn't care about them, respect, and treasure them like they're some kind of gold." Kris laughs which made Baekhyun laugh, too. "Love can also mean pain, Baekhyun, because you're ready to fight whatever just to be with that someone," he explains further.

"You'll just realize that you really love them if it hurts you that much." Kris caress Baekhyun's back to comfort him.

Baekhyun lets a deep sigh. Kris nods at him when he excuses himself to the restroom. He stares at the wide mirror in front of him, processing what Kris just told him awhile ago.

He's right. Baekhyun bites his lower-lip, his vision becomes blurry all of a sudden. I love him, it hurts. He closes his eyes before a tear can escape in any of them. He can cry all he wants, but not today. Not when Chanyeol's just meters away from him.

"So, this is what you mean a lot of things to finish? To be in a nightclub with some tall guy?"

Baekhyun freezes. His whole body shivers just by hearing the voice behind him. That deep and husky voice he already loves to hear everytime. He didn't turn around to look at him, though, because he can already see that scowling look of Chanyeol in the reflection.

He glares in return, schooling his expression because he didn't want the taller to know he's affected by his presence. "It's none of your business." I'm just your friend, right?

Chanyeol stares at him in disbelief. "Baek, you're my friend and I care about your whole being!"

Baekhyun closes his eyes. That word, again. Fuck. "Thank you, but I don't need your caring. I can handle myself," he answers, avoiding those almond eyes.

"Don't expect me to leave you alone with that unknown guy! What if he's planning something sinister, huh?!" Chanyeol continues and Baekhyun almost smack his head.

"Can you stop?!" Baekhyun's voice raises, Chanyeol stops. "He's not because he's nice, okay?! Now if you'll excuse me, he's already waiting for m--" He's about to leave when the giant grip his right arm. He yelps when Chanyeol forces to face him.

"What's wrong with you?!" Baekhyun shouts, pulling his arms away from his hold but he's strong. He's just very glad that there aren't other people in the restroom because he can't bear their scrutinizing look.

"No! What's wrong with you?!" His childhood friend shouts back, his grip tightens. "I know you're avoiding me!"

Baekhyun stares straight at his eyes, panting. Chanyeol stares back and he's quite surprised to see the hurt in his eyes.

"Even if you won't say anything... I can feel it, Baek," he adds, taking a deep breathe. "I can feel it and it hurts."

Baekhyun's eyes widen.

Why does it hurts you? He wanted to ask but he remained quiet.

"I don't know why are you avoiding me, because the last time I remembered, we're good, right? We were fine the last time in the café... aren't we?"

He doesn't answer. He don't know what to answer.

"That's why I was wondering what went wrong? Why aren't you going out with me anymore? Why are you avoiding me all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong?" Chanyeol asked, panicked written in his face. "I want to know, Baek. I want to know because I'm hurt," he uttered, staring straight into his droopy eyes.

Baekhyun swallowed the lump in his throat before opening his mouth to ask, "Why?"

Chanyeol brows furrowed, confused at his question. Baekhyun blinks before asking, again. "Why are you hurt? Why do you feel that way?"

Chanyeol stiffens. He blinks his eyes like he just caught doing something ridiculous. Oh, no.

"We're just friends, right?" Baekhyun asks, again, gritting his teeth. He hates that word now. "... so, why are you feeling that way?"

Chanyeol's grip on him loosen, and something inside Baek's loosen as well. He's being crazy thinking that Chanyeol just let him go. And it hurts. Fuck, feelings, why do you even exist?!

He heard his childhood friend let out a frustrared sigh. "You... You don't understand, Bae--"

"Then, make me, because I don't understand either!" Baekhyun can't help raising his voice. He's frustrated as well. "Why are you hurt like that?! We're not even lovers! We're just childhood friends who fucks each other!"

Chanyeol stares at him, again.

To be quite honest, he doesn't know as well. He doesn't know why he feels like his heart's ripping apart when Baekhyun doesn't go out with him anymore? Why does he feels like there's a sharp needle poking at his heart when Baekhyun refuses his invitation? Why does he feels like shit when Baekhyun's with another man? When he's not with him?

He stares and stares until everything around them blurs, and that he can only see Baekhyun. He stares until he's moving his feet, towards the guy who made his heart go berserk. He stares until his hands cupped his face and inched closer. He stares until he's tempted to kiss the guy's thin pink lips.

And he did. He did without hesitation, without inhibition.

Baekhyun's eyes widen because of this. He can't move suddenly and his heart beating stops. The kiss was soft and chaste, not like the usual hot and rush kiss they always shared, and it made Baekhyun's stomach churns. Chanyeol's lips are soft against his, and he likes it. No, he loves it.

Baekhyun finally closes his eyes and kisses back, making Chanyeol smile in ther kiss. He tilted his head and started to move his lips. Baekhyun raises his arms and grips Chanyeol's leather jacket.

Baekhyun breathes when Chanyeol let go. His eyes flutteres open and met Chanyeol's almond-shaped one. Chanyeol smiled sweetly.

"Do you know the reason I always bring you out?" Chanyeol whispers. He kisses Baekhyun's forehead and nose. "Because I like you, Baek. I've always like you.

I like you the moment you approached and asked me to play with you. I like you when you smiled at me after seeing and knowing we were schoolmates. I like you when you went to my classroom to ask me to have lunch with you." Chanyeol brushes his fringes and smiled. "I like you when we held hands after our high school graduation, going home."

Chanyeol closes his eyes. "I still like you when we parted ways. And it grows more when I saw you again in our elementary reunion months ago." He chuckles and pecks Baekhyun's lips.

He pouts. "Why didn't tell me sooner?"

"Because you never let me." Chanyeol chuckles when he slaps his arm playfully. "You always ruined my plans by always seducing me. I lost control and... yeah."

He giggles and kisses Chanyeol's cheek. "I like you, too. You have no idea what I've been through when I saw you again." He circles his arms around his neck and stares at him.

"Yeah?" Chanyeol smiles and puts his arms around his waist, pulling closer. Baekhyun rests his head against his shoulder and closes his eyes, enjoying tue moment. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, embracing each other inside the restroom, before Baekhyun spoke again.

"So... are we like dating now?"

Chanyeol hums, kissing his hair. "We're dating now."

He snuggled closer, smelling his manly scent and feeling his warmth. "Yeol?"

"Hmm?"

"I really hate you calling and introducing me to someone only as your friend." He squinted his eyes when he remembered Olivia's smirk. Chanyeol beams and it almost blinds Baekhyun. Really.

"So, don't you dare call me a friend," Baekhyun threatens which makes Chanyeol laugh. He looks up and glares at him so he stops from laughing. "If I hear that word again..."

"Yes?"

"You might never get a chance to see me naked in your bed."

Chanyeol chuckles and kisses him for the nth time. "Aye aye, baby."

- end -

A/N: aaaaand that's it! I hope you like it because I love it!

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