The next morning Baekhyun and Chanyeol dressed for lunch with the Byun's. They had called late the night before, making plans under the pretense of telling them about their honeymoon when in actuality they were waiting to tell them their plans for adoption —- they just couldn't tell them that yet.

Baekhyun was in their bedroom rifling through their closet, trying to find something suitable for lunch with his parents. He was growing frustrated though because he couldn't find a single shirt he liked, and as a result, he began to throw things over his shoulder. He huffed and threaded his fingers through his hair, falling back on the bed with another huff just as Chanyeol walked into the room.

"Baek, I was thinking that maybe we should wait to tell your—-" Chanyeol trailed off as he glanced up from his phone, his jaw dropping as his eyes surveyed their destroyed bedroom. "Baekhyun! What did you do?"

Baekhyun just groaned and rolled over into his face. His words came out muffled when he cried, "I couldn't find a damn shirt to wear!"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he crouched down and began to gather together the tossed aside clothing. "So, somehow you thought it made sense to create a mess . . .? That of which you'd leave for me to clean up. So not fair, Baekkie."

Baekhyun just grumbled and rolled back over as he said, "Chanyeol, I have to look nice. I can't look like a bum when we go to see my parents."

Chanyeol's brow furrowed and he asked, "Why does it matter so much? They're your parents and I doubt they'd care if you showed up in sweatpants and a hoodie . . . Well, actually, they probably would . . ." Chanyeol trailed off.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Is there a point to this? Because you should probably get to it."

Chanyeol sighed. "My point is, your their son and they love you no matter what. Sooo" —- Chanyeol drawled as he maneuvered to sit on the bed beside Baekhyun —- "you shouldn't feel the need to impress them. I'm the one who needs to do that."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Are you dumb? They freaking love you."

Chanyeol bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smile as he replied, "Thanks. And now, how about we find something for you to wear . . ."

Baekhyun grinned and hopped up from the bed as he happily cried, "Make me look really good!"

Chanyeol chuckled and gently clasped Baekhyun's waist, pulling him close. Baekhyun grinned as he settled between Chanyeol's thighs and dipped his head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Chanyeol's kissed him back and murmured, "Nothing too sexy though, we wouldn't want me losing control in front of your parents . . ."

Baekhyun laughed and replied, "Even though that would be hilarious to watch . . ."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes, and with a mischievous smirk he leaned close to huskily whisper into Baekhyun's ear, "Yeah, but you wouldn't be laughing after I bent you over the table."

Baekhyun gasped and his cheeks turned beet red as he smacked Chanyeol's arm. "My parents would die and then come back to life just to kill you!" Baekhyun cried.

"I thought you said your parents love me?" Chanyeol teased.

"They do! But they would kill you if they ever saw you bending me over a freaking table!" Baekhyun cried. "And I'd probably kill—-"

Chanyeol cut off Baekhyun's words with a kiss; silencing his threat. Baekhyun rolled his eyes but kissed him back, his hands cupping his cheeks. When they parted, Chanyeol patted Baekhyun's hips and said, "Now. Let's get you dressed."