a/n: The next chapter will be quite long (and steamy) so I just uploaded a teaser first. :)

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It's almost ten in the evening when Park Chanyeol arrived home. It's not really him to be out this late on a weekday because Friday nights are supposed to be our nights, but the moment he stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse, he's already calling out my name and shouting apologies. I'm not really mad or anything. Sometimes, Chanyeol just feels like he's somewhat disappointing me even when he doesn't.

"In here!" I shout from the kitchen before taking another swig from my wine.

Chanyeol came in hurriedly, his hair quite disheveled and his face flushed. Was he drinking? "Hey, baby, I'm so sorry," he breathes before walking over to me and taking my face in his hands. He gave my forehead a gentle kiss then looked me over. "I'm so sorry. Were you waiting long?"

"No. And welcome home, honey," I grinned up at him and gestured to the six bottles of wine I set up on the table. "Noona sent us some bottles and I'm just here, doing my own wine tasting. It's for the wedding."

For some reason, the burden of choosing all the food and drinks to be served at the reception fell down on me and Chanyeol. But since he's busy most of the time, I kind of end up doing much of the work. Not that I'm complaining. I like doing these kind of things. Tonight, each of the wine has their own unique taste and being a responsible to-be-wed, I started jotting down notes while sitting crossed-legged on one of the dining chairs. It just feels nice doing something for the wedding since it's coming fast and soon.

"You look flushed," Chanyeol muttered, still watching my face. "You're supposed to spit them out, Byun Baek. Were you drinking them?" He picked up an empty bottle and another half-empty one before narrowing his eyes at me. I know, I know. I have low tolerance and I shouldn't be pushing myself too far.

"I was spitting them out," I pout when he's already looking at me like a parent about to scold a child. "But I got bored waiting for you so I thought, screw it. I'll just get drunk myself," I tugged on his coat with puppy dog eyes. I kind of mastered using them by now. "I really want to drink tonight, babe. It's our last night here at the penthouse! Let's celebrate!"

Without waiting for an answer, I finished my still full glass then stood up to get my fiance his own wine glass. But suddenly, the world just starts spinning and I have to clasp my head real hard as if doing it could stop the throbbing starting to appear. Reaching out, I held unto Chanyeol's arm just to keep myself from falling. I felt him grab my waist and practically gave him all my weight.

"Oh sht," I groaned, squeezing my eyes close. "I'm feeling tipsy already, Park Chan."

"Don't tell me," he says. "What were you trying to do?"

"I was trying to get you a glass," I said just as he gently pushed me back to my seat. "And why do you smell like alcohol? Where did you go?"

"I texted you. I went drinking with Jongin," My fiance says as he walks over to the counter to get his own wine glass. "We went to a bar this friend of his owns. But he's already selling the place to Jongin so he asked me to go with him and check it out. It was a really nice place, baby. Let's go drinking there soon."

But I waved him off before filling my glass with another type of wine. It's the one I like the least. "I'll pass," I muttered. "I don't like the idea of you taking a drunk me home. And I don't know where the hell is my phone! I must have left it at the studio." Fck. My mind's kind of fuzzy already. What to do? What to do?

Park Chanyeol sat on one chair beside me after removing his coat then started drinking immediately, like he's worried I'm going to finish all the other bottles myself. "Fine then," he huffs before finishing a glass with one swig and taking the bottle to scrutinize at the label. "Have you chosen a wine already, hon?"

"Oh?" I mumbled before taking my notes and reading them. "I... I drew a large heart on some Château Margaux. So I'm guessing that's my pick."

"Hm-hm," Chanyeol nods. He took the bottle and poured one glass for himself. "It's excellent," he mused when he tasted it. "I guess I'll be finishing this bottle, too, along with the others. Let's get wasted tonight." He gives me a wink. It seems like 'celebrating' means getting 'wasted' to him tonight, huh? But he already had a few glasses a while ago with Jongin! I don't like drunk Chanyeol. We already did that mistake a few years ago... It wasn't nice.

"Wasted? No, no. We can't, babe. Not too drunk," I whine, shaking my head "I have plans tomorrow with the girls and Kyungsoo. We're having brunch."

"Really? Again?" Chanyeol frowns. "Okay, now I'm getting jealous."

I gave him a funny look. "Jealous? You? Over them?" I squinted at him. "That doesn't sound like you at all."

Chanyeol paused to think. "Yeah..." he mumbled absentmindedly. "I guess not." He proceded to drink more wine and reached over the table for an apple from a giant fruit bowl. I watched him do so, smiling a little over how good looking he is when he brushes up his hair and wear his office clothes. I really shouldn't be thinking about that now but I don't know. The alcohol is working.

When I glanced at my glass, I let out a low groan. "Honey," I pout, grabbing and squeezing his arm. "Can you pour me some juice? I don't want to drink anymore."

"Sure," Chanyeol nods before walking over to the refrigerator to pick up some mango juice. He poured some to a glass and immediately handed it to me. "Here, babe. Drink up and go to sleep, hm? You must be tired already."

I shook my head. "I'm fine," I said. "I'll wait for you. And don't drink too much! I don't really like drunk Chanyeol."

Chanyeol just shrugs and was about to say something else when his phone started ringing. He took another sip from his glass before taking his phone out and reading the caller ID. "It's noona," he mutters before answering the phone. "Yes?" Then he glanced at me, frowning. "Yeah, he's here." And then with a nod, he handed the phone to me. "She wants to talk to you. Said you're not answering your phone."

Reluctantly, I took the device and pressed it against my ear. "Noona? I'm sorry," I started. "I left my phone upstairs."

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol's sister exclaims. "It's fine, it's fine. I just called to ask if you have tasted the wines already?"

"Yeah," I smile. "They're all good. But I like the Château Margaux best."

"Woah! Good choice! That's my personal favorite, too," Yura-noona giggles. "Tomorrow, I'll be sending samples for the cake. I really want your personal opinion for the food. Would that be okay, Baek?"

I nodded excitedly though she couldn't see me. "Sure! That'll be great," I grinned. Chanyeol is watching me intently while drinking glass after glass of wine. WTF. Fcking slow down, Park. I reached out with one hand and grabbed Chanyeol's wrist, keeping him from taking another huge swig. "Just send the cakes around three in the afternoon, Noona. I have plans in the morning and around noon."

"Okay, noted," Noona says. "Thanks, Baekhyun! Bye!"

"Goodbye," I grin. "Good night, noona."

I handed Chanyeol back his phone just as I finished up my juice. He swiped through the screen and started to check some emails just as I felt myself getting more sober each passing second. That's good, because I don't really like passing out this time just because of drinking. I went to my feet and rested my hands on Chanyeol's shoulders, squeezing them. "I'll get you a clean shirt," I said as I leaned down and kiss his hair. "Wait for me. We'll finish the Margaux then go to sleep, okay?"

"'Kay," Chanyeol nods and so I walked out of the kitchen but not before giving him a worried glance. Please don't get fcking drunk.

Rain came running to me from the balcony and I immediately took him in my arms as we climbed up the stairs. Before going to our room, I took a quick detour to the pets' room and filled their bowls with food first. Peanut is already fast asleep in his tower so it means Rain isn't too far from falling asleep himself. When I placed Rain on his bed, the puppy peacefully lied down, hugging a stuffed bear against his neck. I gave him a kiss before stepping out of the room and quickly fetching my fiance some fresh shirt from the closet.

When I went back to the dining room, I guess I'm already too late. Park Chanyeol already finished the Margaux and all the other bottles are on the brink of their fcking death. How did he fcking— I rushed to his side and slapped his arm, annoyed. "Hey!" I took his glass forcefully and out of the way. "I told you not to get drunk, Park Chan!"

"Sorry," Chanyeol breathes. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are red. This is fcking bad. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist to pull me to his lap. I let out a yelp when he lifted one of my legs just so I could straddle him. "I'm so sorry, babe," he slurred and within a second, he's already kissing my neck. I have to plant my palms on his chest just to keep him away.

"Chan—" I rolled my eyes. "You're drunk. Let's go to sleep, okay?"

But he's not even listening. He won't even shake his head no. He continued planting soft kisses on my neck and up my jaw, his palms massaging my thighs freely since I'm wearing shorts. Bad day to wear shorts and a sleeveless top. "Why are you so pretty?" He breathes just as he bites my skin and sucked, leaving a hickey just above my shoulder. "Why're you so pretty, Byun Baek?"

Fcking sht. Here we go again.