I stopped on my tracks when the stewardess started walking the opposite side of the hallway. When I showed her my ticket to Seoul and passport a while ago, she politely ushered me into the walkway leading to the airplane runways. But now, it seems like we're already going to a different direction. "Um, excuse me?" I called with a frown and she turned kindly back at me. "I'm sorry. But the plane's that way, right?" I looked back and pointed at the trail of people heading the other way.

She nodded with a smile. "Yes, Mr. Byun, that's correct," she said. "They're traveling in economy class so their plane will leave sooner. Do you have anyone in there you would like to reach? I'm sure we could arrange a phone call for you."

What? That's weird. What the hell is she saying?

Totally confused, I held up my ticket. "I should be on that plane," my voice practically sound tired and annoyed already. "Here, take a look again. There might have been a mixed up." But the stewardess just smiled wider and didn't even bother looking. Ugh. The exhibit I attended here in Jeju has been super tiring, although there were a lot of new people I met and a lot more things I learned. The 3-day event was held at this really huge hotel events place and my legs were killing me at the end of every night.

It was awesome and I like walking around. But then I regret it a little too late.

And so now, I definitely do not have time for this. All I really want to do at this very moment is board that fcking plane and have my one hour sleep and when I wake up, I'm in Seoul again. Three days and I already miss the shop, the smell of coffee and book pages, Peanut, my annoying friends, Mom's cooking, my fiance...

"I'm pretty sure there were no errors committed, Mr. Byun," Then she gestured to the hallway again. "Shall we, sir?" the stewardess asked and that's when I noticed the sign on the wall, indicating where we're going. Okay. Now I understand what's happening. With a sigh, I followed her as I took my phone from the back pocket of my black jeans. It has been raining here in Jeju for the past days and I'm forced to wear a jacket over two sweatshirts because it's freezing every morning. Geez.

With my phone at hand, I quickly dialed Park Chanyeol's number and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," he greeted with a small laugh. "I'm really expecting your call, Byun Baekhyun."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't just 'hey' me when you purposely tampered on my flight details without me knowing," I scolded him. "What did I tell you about your habit of switching me from economy to first class every fcking time I board a plane? You really stress me out sometimes, Park Chanyeol." I tried keeping my voice low but I'm pretty sure the attendant could hear my painful sentiments because her cheeks rise up whenever I speak.

"What?" Chanyeol asked. "Baby, I didn't switch your ticket, alright?"

"What?" I gaped, staring at the floor then at the stewardess. "Then where--?"

"Oh, I sent a plane to pick you up," Chanyeol casually said like it's something a normal person would do in a normal instance. "Because the last time you rode first class, a friend of mine who were there with you, the one you called 'creepy huge dude', kept asking me if our relationship is serious or not. It was annoying." Now that he mentioned it, I remember the huge guy who introduced himself as Chanyeol's middle school classmate after overhearing my name. He was really clingy the whole flight so I guess that kind of traumatized me from taking any other flights than economy.

But wait-- "You sent a plane?" I breathe in exasperation just as we reached a more private runway at the end of the hallway. Two familiar men took my things and I looked around to see my sculptures being loaded to a steel gray Boeing 757 ready and waiting for us. It looks magnificent and I would have been mesmerized if I'm not more surprised at these turn of events.

Chanyeol hummed his affirmation. "I asked them to ready the bedroom and bath for you so you can just rest or eat the whole hour," he said. "What do you want to eat when you get home?" Park Chanyeol sounds so chill and lax like he doesn't have any idea how bewildered I am right now because one of his personal body guards is already helping me up the stairway, two maids are taking my jacket and ushering me to the deeper parts of the plane where the bedroom is located. We passed a small lounge area and a shelf full of familiar books I already read.

Suddenly, another reality started to come to me.

The bedroom at the end of the plane is seriously huge and a wide variety of food is placed on the table. "I'm still kind of surprised right now so give me a moment," I muttered to the phone as I walked over to the bed, sitting on the soft covers. It's made of fur, the kind I like, and there are two pairs of pillow resting against the headboard. They are a deep blue, my favorite color, like all the other details in this aircraft. There's a TV and beside it is a shelf containing seven DVDs of my seven favorite movies. And at one corner, the one which confirmed my speculations, is an empty studio easel.

I shook my head in disbelief, asking the question I already know the answer to. "This is ours, right?" I murmured, looking at my feet before kicking the shoes off. "I can't believe you bought a fcking plane just so you could pick me up from a place which is a flight hour away," I sighed again because I know Park Chanyeol inside out and he could do just about anything if he wants to or if he keeps his mind fixated on it.

"Come on," Chanyeol whines and I could imagine him with a pout. "Don't grumble like it's a really bad thing. I really rushed the papers so it could come in time and fetch you there."

I rolled my eyes though he can't see. "You're wasting money."

"I'll waste all my money for you if I have to," Chanyeol answered back and I know he isn't a bit lying. My fiance takes joy from spoiling me and I can't take that away from him if it really makes him happy. It's not like he's irrational. Park Chanyeol knows how to run his life. He knows how to handle his money and career. He knows how to be a successful business man. And he knows how to make me happy. So all of these-- even if they're too much or too little-- I can never take against him.

Finally feeling my muscles relax, I slowly dropped on the bed, pulling a pillow against my chest. "You don't have to do that," I whispered. "You know I love you."

Chanyeol laughs and it's a lighthearted one. "I know," he whispered back. "I love you, too." It feels good hearing it every now and then and I just paused for a while, staring at the airplane ceiling and letting the tiredness try to sink me to sleep. "Hey baby?" Chanyeol calls after a minute, bringing me back to attention. "There's one more thing."

I opened my eyes wider, expecting another shock wave. "Oh my god, what is it this time?"

"You see that invite on the beside table?" He asked and I sat up, scooting closer to a small glass table where a picture of me and Chanyeol in Hong Kong is framed and placed. Beside it is a small golden envelop glittering against the light. It smells like roses, too, and the ribbon around it is soft as silk. It's weird how I didn't notice it before when it really stands out against all the blue and the white. "It's for a party tomorrow night. We're welcoming our new investors."

I took the envelop, staring at my name calligraphed on the front. "You guys sure are fond of parties," I grinned, shaking my head in amusement. "I already can't keep track of how many parties I attended since being associated with you. I'm running out of tux and it's basically your fault."

Chanyeol chuckles, his deep voice reverberating in my ears and brain. "Do you regret it?" he teased. "Being associated with me?"

"It's too late now to regret, isn't it?"

Chanyeol whines. "You're mean, Byun Baek."

"I'm kidding..." I muttered, grinning. "And hey..." I shifted on the bed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as I looked around, like there are hidden microphones everywhere that I don't know about. The space suddenly feels really exposed and not secluded. "Honey..." I breathed, my voice dropping to a little more than a whisper. "Park Chan..."

Chanyeol laughed. "What?" he asked. "You sound problematic, Baek."

I groaned. "Honey..." I started again. "Y-You... You know I missed you, right?"

"Hm-hm," Chanyeol agrees. "I know that. And I missed you, too, baby."

"Right..." I murmured, nodding to myself and burying my face against the pillow. "Babe...?"

"What is it?" Chanyeol asked and I know he knows what I want. He's obviously trying to keep himself from laughing. "You sound funny, really."

"Honey?" I whispered really, really low. "Want to come over tonight? It has been three days without you... A-And... And..."

"And?" This jerk, really. "What are you trying to say, honey?"

I rolled my eyes though I still feel deeply embarrassed about my neediness. "Let's have sex tonight," I whispered as clearly and as firmly as I could. "There, I said it. So... Are you game or nah?"

Chanyeol laughed and it's a relieved one, like he's been waiting for me to bring it up, too. "I've been thinking about it the whole day, to be perfectly honest," he admitted calmly. "Glad I didn't get too turned on or I won't be able to finish anything today."

"Why? 'Cause you'll be jerking off the whole day?" I laughed out loud.

"No," he answered back. "Because I'll be the one fetching you and we'll spend the whole day in that very room doing the things I wish I'm doing to you right now."

I let out a sharp breath. "Okay," I deadpanned. "Now I'm turned on."

My fiance chuckles quietly. "Take it to sleep, honey," he said.

"Maybe I would," I swallowed thickly. "I'm hanging up, Park Chan."

"See you later, Byun Baek," he whispers hoarsely. "Sleep tight."

We did have amazing sex the whole night so I'm bummed and wasted the morning after. I know you're all craving for the details but I'm not gonna give you any because this isn't the right chapter for that.

Park Chanyeol himself picked me up from the airport, kissing me senseless the very moment he took me in his arms. People stared. People glared. Not that those kind of sht really matters. It felt surprisingly warm in his arms yesterday. Like the world around me is a numbing freezer-world and he's a safe haven where I could just be okay and carefree and myself. I missed that feeling. Being away from him made me miss that exact same feeling.

The tux I am wearing tonight is from Park Yura. It is already lying on my bed, new and polished, the moment I went home. It's gorgeous and fits me very well so I have the feeling she had it custom made especially for me, which is really sweet of her. Aside from Chanyeol, I think his sister likes spoiling me, too. I drove myself to the party after preparing, taking more time than usual because I can't move around with ease. Chanyeol was a beast in bed last night and he just can't reign it in, huh?

The party is the typical formal party Chanyeol's family is used to having. There are a lot of people and Kim Jongin is there, too, talking to other business personas I don't really recognize. It was hard to spot Chanyeol because I doubt he's checking his phone in front of their guests. Park Yura found me, though, and she hugged me tight against her blood red dress with pure affection.

"Oh, Baekhyun," she breathes as she took my face between her hands. "How was Jeju? My friends said your pieces were wonderful! An art collector approached me a while ago and he said he would love to buy your sculptures if you're gonna put them up for sale. But I told him you donate most of your pieces so he would have to ask you himself," Yura took a long breath and squeezed my face. "I'm so happy for you, sweetheart. You surely made everyone of us proud."

My heart felt like melting. "Thank you," I smiled wide. "That's really sweet, noona."

"You deserve everything you have right now," she whispered as she hugged me again. "Even the boy staring daggers at me right now." And as if on cue, I looked up and Park Chanyeol is already walking to our direction. He isn't really staring daggers at his sister but he's looking at her sharply, like he want to say something but can't.

Yura pulled away from me and Chanyeol took the chance to wrap a protective arm around my waist. "You found me," I grinned up at him as he kissed my forehead. "There are a lot of people here and I was worried we're not gonna meet until the end."

"I won't let that happen," Chanyeol smiled warmly, the sharpness in his eyes definitely gone now for a while. "Want me to introduce you around, baby? Or you're gonna work it out?"

"I'll work it out," I said. "Are there a lot of VIPs tonight?"

And my question made Chanyeol look sharply at his sister. "Yes," he said, tightly. "And if only the security is more tight..."

"I didn't know, okay?" Yura said under her breath, looking away from me. "And it's not like we can stop her from entering the party. She's the daughter of one of our major stock holders, Park Chanyeol."

"And she's not invited, Park Yura."

With a troubled breath, Yura finally looked at me. Her eyes are apologetic and warm. Like her brother's. "I'm really sorry, Baekhyun," she said, careful not to let others overhear our conversation. "I didn't know you're not in good terms with---"

"No, no, no," I stopped her from saying another 'sorry' and mentioning Lara Sander's. "Please don't apologize for that, noona. It's not your fault. Besides, it's a huge place. I doubt we could even meet or cross paths."

"Still---"

It's actually pretty frustrating how one try to repel something really, really hard and yet it comes to you like a huge avalanche. Or a slap on the face. Or a kick to the shin. "Hello, everyone," Lara Sanders slipped into the conversation, greeting Park Chanyeol and Park Yura without her eyes leaving mine. She stared at me so deadly I could almost feel her nails digging into my skin. The first thing I notice, though, is the fact that she's wearing a long white dress tonight. The dress almost look like a wedding gown made for a simple occasion. It's beautiful and striking.

"It's a wedding dress," Lara smirked when she caught me looking at her gown. "I designed it myself when I was just in junior high and of course made it more beautiful when I had it made. Isn't it pretty?"

Ugh. What does she want this time?

x x x

I missed this book so much :( I'm glad I could finally make a chapter!

Just some things I want to say hehe:

- I was supposed to make a smut but then it'll mean less chapters left for In Time and it made me kind of sad so I just made another .5 chap

- I'm saving the smut for December, maybe?

- I'm always open for suggestions if you guys want to see something in a chapter like BDSM (I'M JUST KIDDING I DON'T WRITE THAT so maybe something lighter than that LOL)

- Please be patient with me hehe It's just hard to squeeze everything in my timetable right now

- If you read mangas or webtoons, check out my favorites: Honto Yajuu and Here U Are (if you're already reading them then let's be sisters)

- If you like reading published novels, Autoboyography is a must read cause it really opens a new perspective to a lot of people, not only about homosexuals, but also about family, friends, and difference in beliefs (it's really good)

- Um, and I love salmon sushi.

HY