BYUN BAEK HYUN

Rain continuously poured outside the Chapters & Beans building as Jennie Kim and I began stocking books on the shelves of the store. Sipping coffee and sharing stories went first before I decided to just help the staff fill in the empty spaces of some shelves with the books I picked. Jennie offered a help and I didn't have enough plasticity in me to decline. It has been a full month since she asked if we could talk and a month and a half since she and my brother started dating. For real. 

"If you hate it so much, why don't you just tell him?" I muttered, throwing her a glance. We sit cross-legged on the floor, stocking a shelf with books by Shin Kyung-sook. I am still in my school clothes: a printed white t-shirt, black pants, and sneakers while Jennie seems to be right off the office with her navy blue blazer, slacks and stilettos. 

She tipped her head back, thinking then sighing. "I don't know," she murmured. "I guess, I want him to learn about it; know me more in his own way." 

"Didn't I tell you before, when we had coffee together, that my brother is the most insensitive bastard I know?" I rolled my eyes and slipped another book into the shelf. "You need to tell him the fact that you hate roses and prefer daisies or sunflower. He needs to be taught things like that. We're just guys, Jennie. We're not mind readers." Then I gave her a look. "You girls are so unfair sometimes. Glad Chanyeol didn't choose you folks over me." 

Jennie pouted at me. "I always pretend I like them. The roses, I mean." She bit her lip, gripping a book tight in her hand. "I just don't want to hurt his feelings, Baekhyun. Do you think I'm a bad person for doing that? I just-- I just like him a lot, that's why." When she looked at me, her face is exceptionally worried and pained. If she didn't tell me she had other boyfriends before, I would have thought Baek-beom is her first. Maybe her first serious relationship so I'll give her that.

I raised both hands in surrender. "Don't look at me like I hurt your feelings, okay? I just told you the truth." I said. "You're both still knowing each other and I'm pretty sure there's a ton of things you still don't know about him. That's part of the relationship you're trying to build. But you two must help build it right."

With a sigh, Jennie nodded her head and shifted on her place on the floor. "Thanks for being, frank, really. I need that. And you're right about everything you said." she smiled mostly to herself before sighing again. "I shouldn't be worrying about things like this. Baek-beom will know and I will tell him. Yes. I will. Everything will be just fine." Then she started murmuring encouraging words to herself and I just let her, grinning at her for being cute. If she's going to be my sister-in-law in the future, I would never mind. She is totally way better than the other girls Baek-beom used to date. They were all easy. 

One of the staffs came to give us more books to stock and we moved on to the next shelf just against the far wall. I began to refill the spaces while Jennie is holding a clipboard to track the number of books being put on display. Kneeling, I started stocking books wrote by Han Kang and Krys Lee, oblivious to the fact that a staff is watching me closely from a distance and with worry. Probably thinks I shouldn't be doing this work since we own this store. 

"Um, Baekhyun?" Jennie began and I threw her a glance before continuing my work. "You and Chanyeol... You're together for how long already?" She hugs the clipboard against her chest and writes on a piece of paper clipped on it once in while.

"Eight years." I answered.

Jennie gasped. "That long? You must be too young when you guys started dating." 

I nodded slowly. "I guess so. We were in the night grade when we became official. Park Chanyeol started courting me a day after we met and he was, um... persuasive in his own way. But I let him wait for a year." 

"A year?" Another gasp. "Wow. You're a sadist for making him woo you that long." 

With that, I have to laugh. "Not really. I already like him since the day we met." I admitted and I don't know but my voice started to drop into a dreamy whisper. "He was handsome and tall and kind... I was just afraid that if I say yes eventually, all those flowers and gifts and sweetness would be gone. I just-- I just don't want him to be less loving and caring to me, you know?" When I looked at Jennie, she's watching me with a small smile plastered on her pretty face. In an instant, I blushed, suddenly embarrassed and so I just continued stocking the books. I haven't really talked about this to anyone except Chanyeol's sister so it's kind of awkward for me to be opening up to another person.

"But from the looks of it, I am guessing you were wrong to think that." Jennie said, scribbling on the clipboard. "He just loved you more, didn't he?" 

"You're right." I murmured, a small smile pinching the side of my lips. "He just loved me more... And more." 

The thought of finding a lone piece of rose on my desk and inside my locker everyday when we were still in junior high made me smile despite the eyes watching me right now. Park Chanyeol would always have a way of telling me how much he loves me every freakin day. It could be a text, a short phone call, a bouquet left on my doorstep, a breakfast delivery, a kiss, a brush of his hand against my cheek, or a smile meant only to my direction. It could be just about anything. And they would always have the same beautiful meaning. 

This morning, it was a picture of himself and Peanut having breakfast together and Chanyeol was even kissing Peanut's fur. Ugh. I just miss those two real bad. And I miss Chanyeol's kisses real bad. 

As if cutting off a trance, Jennie's phone suddenly started ringing and I blinked, a book still in hand and in midair. Immediately, I slipped the book into the shelf while shaking my head as Jennie excused herself so she could answer the call. See? Chanyeol's not even here and he could basically put me into a daydream. 

Still a little off the right mind, I continued stocking books, the next getting heavier and thicker than the first. As I'm about to stand, I grabbed the topmost shelf for support and suddenly knocking a book with my fingers. It was standing on its own for display purposes and even as I clumsily tried to right it, the book tumbles and falls off the shelf. Before I could catch it, a hand came into view and beat me to it, grabbing both my fingers and the book in the process. Everything happened so fast my mind didn't have enough time to absorb things. 

"Oh!" I yelped when I felt the book fall on my palm. It is a hardbound one so it's a little heavy and I have to grip it hard to keep it from falling again. "Oh my goodness, thank you." I breathed, looking up at the man who helped me catch the book. He is most probably in his twenties and when he met my gaze, his eyes widened a bit in obvious surprise. 

The guy opened his lips to speak but what came out was just a quiet, "Wow." as he continued to stare at me with his eyes unwavering and firm. The book savior is wearing a black suit over a striped dress shirt and his dark brown hair falls over his forehead in a bangs. A golden watch is wrapped around his wrist and the strong perfume he's wearing swept over my face pleasantly. He is undoubtedly rich, I could see that. And attractive, too. 

Realizing his fingers are still wrapped around my hand, I started to withdraw slowly but then he suddenly tightened his hold and I froze. "Sir---" I looked at our hands but he didn't follow my gaze. His eyes are still locked on my face until it's making me uncomfortable already. What's with this guy, seriously? Shivering, I pulled my hand off his grip and that's when he blinked, finally coming back to his senses. 

"I'm sorry." he breathed, looking away and back at me. There's a mole just under his left eye and he scratched absentmindedly below it with a finger whilst giving me a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry. It was just-- I was a little--" 

"Thank you for saving my book." I cut him off as I put the book back to its place. "It would have been damaged if it wasn't for you." I bowed and smiled at him which, for some reason, made the blood rush to his cheeks. He is honestly good-looking but I don't know why I'm fcking making him blush. Am I doing something wrong here? Still feeling his gazes on my face, I stocked the shelf with more books before glancing at him again, meeting his dark eyes.  

He cocks his head to one side, studying me closely. "Yeah. Sure." he whispered. "No problem." 

I nodded before stepping back to stock another shelf. But just as I'm collecting some of the books from the floor, the man started helping me almost instantly. "Oh, you don't have to do that," I stopped him, suddenly embarrassed. "That's my job. You-- You just continue shopping I'm pretty sure you'll find more interesting books along shelf 9." 

"So, you work here?" he asked as if he didn't hear what I said. He's glancing at me once in a while as we collect the books and put them into a shopping cart. There's still a lot to do but I don't really fancy a costumer helping me; let alone an attractive one. It doesn't really put me at ease.

"Not really." I answered, ignoring his stares.

After placing a large pile of books in the cart, the guy helped me to my feet, holding me by the elbow. His eyes traveled everywhere, making me feel like being checked out. And whatever's happening is making me feel uncomfortable so I moved back a little more and started pushing the cart to another shelf. Park Chanyeol never looks at me that way. Even when we first met, he didn't check me out. He looks at me with nothing but respect and right now, this stranger is giving me the chills. Unfortunately, the guy immediately followed, blocking my way. 

"I'm working." I snapped, already glaring. "You saved my book, yes. And thank you. But-- You see, I have things to do and---"

The guy suddenly offered his hand. "Jung Daehyun."

A little bit surprised from the sudden gesture, I stared at his outstretched and waiting hand. He's wearing two golden rings around his middle and index finger. "I-- I don't give my name to just about anyone." I muttered, pushing the cart and bumping him lightly so he could move away. But Jung Daehyun held his place, gripping the front of the cart with both hands. "Hey! What do you think---"

"I saved your book." he smirked, eyes still gazing. "Give me your name, at least. I don't accept worded gratitude." 

I glared harder and bit my lip in control. "I'm engaged." And that should do it, shouldn't it? 

But Daehyun just chuckled, his eyes suddenly serious. "I still want your name, gorgeous." He cocked his head to one side and looks at me from head to toe. Okay. What the fcking hell? Now he's giving me the impression of some spoiled rich kid living in a castle made of marble and diamonds. He's like some cliche playboy character in a romantic drama. And he is seriously pissing me off now. 

"I told you---"

"Yah, Byun Baekhyun!" Jennie suddenly called out of nowhere and I flinched. Now I should rethink my decision on accepting her as my sister-in-law. What kind of timing does she has? A cursed one? I watched as Jung Daehyun chuckled in front of me, his hands slowly letting go of the cart. Within seconds, Jennie is already beside me and her look traveled between me and the man blocking my way.

"Your name. It suits you," Daehyun murmured before walking over a shelf and grabbing a book from it. It's the one that fell and we caught. When he looked at me again, he winked. "See you around, Byun Baekhyun." And with that, he left, whistling a song I don't know and would never want to know. 

Jennie poked my arm. "What was that?" she asked. "Was that guy hitting on you?" She helped push the cart to the next shelf as I glared at the spot where Jung Daehyun stands just a while ago. I suddenly have the feeling I'll be seeing more of him in the future but I ignored that awful thought and just concentrated on the tasks at hand. 

"Hitting on me?" I raised a brow. "Nah. He was just trying to piss me off."

"Well, the wink doesn't seem to mean 'I want to piss you off'." she giggled, giving me a look. We continued stocking books into the shelves and I doubled my speed as I started to hum a song to myself. But Jennie is obviously still waiting for a response so I just sighed. 

"That also doesn't mean nice, so let's not talk about it." I murmured.

Jennie just shrugged. "Okay." she smiled and we continued our work and I continued humming a song. Soon, the thought of Jung Daehyun left my mind and we're suddenly absorbed into a conversation about work and studies. At first I didn't really think of Jennie Kim as my friend but as I know more about her, the more I consider her as one.

Dinner came in a few hours and Jennie said she'll be eating out with my brother since it's a Friday. The skies darkened outside C & B as I sat on one of the booths in the cafe, my head resting against the glass wall separating me from the breeze outside. Do Kyungsoo, our newly hired barista, served me coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. He is this cute guy with an emotionless face but his eyes seem to sometimes scream with too many emotions I worry about him breaking down one day. Fortunately, Kim Jongin appears to have taken a liking on him so my worries were somehow lessened. At least now someone could look after him.

I glanced at the wall clock hanging across me and I sighed, grabbing my pencil from the table and started sketching. This is just me killing time since my ride home isn't arriving yet. Park Chanyeol had been very busy this week and although he's making time for me, I know the effort still takes a lot from him. I don't want to be burden to him, really, so determined, I grabbed my phone from the table and was about to send a message to him when his black Porsche pulled into the parking lot. 

My heart... It just literally skipped a beat.

Almost immediately, I ran to the door and stood under the glass awning of the shop, both hands folded behind me. I know I am grinning from ear to ear as Park Chanyeol stepped out of the car still in his business clothes and with a small smirk splitting his handsome face. Even with the skies dark and the limited light illuminating him, he's still the most gorgeous man for me and not even time could change that. With his long strides, my future husband walked over to me, wrapping me in his arms while I do the same, burying my face into the comforts of his chest. 

"I'm so glad you're here." I murmured, hugging him tighter. "I just missed you so much... So, so much." 

Chanyeol chuckled as he kissed the top of my head and pull back so he could wrap an arm around my waist as he leads me back into the cafe. "We were together last Wednesday." he pointed out, raising one brow. "Did something happen, baby?" 

"Does something has to happen for me to miss my fiance?" I challenged, pouting. "Now I'm getting the feeling you didn't miss me at all." 

But he didn't answer and when we settled back into the booth, Park Chanyeol pulled me to his lap and kissed my shoulder before nuzzling my neck with his eyes closed in comfort. Both his arms encircled my waist, keeping me in place and preventing me from even pulling back a little. Tired. That's how I would describe him right now. Chanyeol sighed and just held me there, his face pressed against my neck, and even as I continued sketching while eating the food served for me, he didn't move. It almost seemed like he's already sleeping. 

People are throwing us curious glances but I didn't even have the time to give a damn about them because I am mostly worried about this adorable giant holding me in his arms right now. Sipping from my coffee, I gently lifted my shoulder, stirring Chanyeol up. "Hey," I murmured. "You okay?" 

"I missed you." he murmured back. "I missed you so damn much so please just let me do this."

I raised my brows. "Huh? But you said--"

"I missed you more, I guess." he finally admitted, eyes still closed and face still buried against the crook of my neck. "I can't-- I can't pull away from you. Not now. Please... Just let me be for a few moments, Byun Baekhyun." 

Taken aback, I did nothing but nod. My fiance almost felt like he's begging and my heart sank a little. Of course I'll let him be. "Oh, o-okay," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "But first... Are you hungry, baby?" I asked in a small voice. 

Chanyeol just shook his head as an answer, his arms tightening around my waist. 

"Okay." I breathed and continued eating.  As I finish the sketch of a small garden, I continue throwing Park Chanyeol concerned glances every minute. Yeah, sure, he misses me. But he's not saying anything so I'm kind of worried. 

After a while, Kyungsoo took my empty plate and mug before serving two glasses of lukewarm water. As he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and yelped like he remembered something. "Sir Baekhyun?" he started as he looks back at me, eyes serious and piercing. Sometimes, his monotone voice still creeps me out and tonight is one of those sometimes. 

I swallowed. "Y-Yes?" Please don't kill me. 

"Someone left his business card," he reached into the pocket of his apron and lifted a small piece of rectangular paper. It's black and words seem to be engraved in golden ink. Kyungsoo handed me the card but I just stared at it. 

"Why are you giving it to me?" I asked, clearly confused. "If someone accidentally left it behind, you could just throw it. I guess it'll be alright." I smiled and took my glass of water but Kyungsoo didn't leave. The card is still outstretched to my direction. 

Kyungsoo slowly smiled apologetically. It's rare but not impossible. "Sir, the man said I must give it to you. He even handed me money and didn't take no for an answer." he explained. "He said you should give him a call and that the short conversation you had should be further lengthened. He said it's about... business?"

I flinched because even with the written words on the card unreadable from my position, I already know who the card belongs to. And Kyungsoo must have noticed my expression because he immediately bowed from the waist and looks at me with nothing but regret. 

"I apologize, sir." he said. "It's just that--"

"I understand." I breathed, shaking my head. "He's a customer and you're here to serve them. I understand. I really do. But the card-- Please dispose it. And if that man ask for this kind of favor again---"

"--Call me." Chanyeol breathes, pulling back just a little. "If it's really about business, then call me if he does this again."

I froze. What the hell? I thought he's sleeping.

"S-Sir?" Kyungsoo's eyes slowly traveled to Chanyeol's direction and I felt my fiance rest his head on the backrest of his chair. He massaged his forehead with one hand, his eyes still closed. When I turned my waist so I could see him more, Chanyeol's lips are pressed into a thin line. 

"When that bastard tried to pull something off like this again, call me." Chanyeol said in a low voice. "Tell him to wait so I could talk to him myself. Is that clear, Do Kyungsoo?" 

The barista just nodded, throwing me a concerned look. "Yes, of course, sir." And when Chanyeol motioned for him to leave, he did it in a heartbeat. I just watched Kyungsoo disappear behind the counter as more costumers flood into the cafe. My palm clenched around the glass of water as I felt Chanyeol shift behind me. Is he mad? Will he get angry? 

"You..." I swallowed. "You sounded like you knew what happened."

There was silence. Even the quiet murmuring of the people nearby starts to hurts my ears. Slowly, I grip the glass of water between my palms as I wait for my fiance to say anything. Any damned thing. Although I basically did nothing wrong, having a fight with Park Chanyeol isn't something I am used to. Because we don't fight. We just don't.

"Some staff told me someone was pestering you when you were stocking books." he whispered. "She wasn't there to watch or supervise you, okay? I just asked her to be there to help you whenever you need it." Oh. So it's that staff who's always nearby. But I can't see Chanyeol's face so I don't really know what kind of expression he's wearing. However, his voice remained kind and soft and it warms my heart a little.

"Park Chanyeol---" I started to explain.

Suddenly, I felt a kiss on my hair. It was a very gentle one I almost let out a breath. "Byun Baekhyun," Park Chanyeol sighed. "What should I do?" 

I blinked. "Um, what?" 

"Do I need to make you a placard that says you're mine?" 

I bit my lip, stifling a giggle and the uneasiness from a while ago disappeared in a split second. "Don't be ridiculous." Slowly, I turned, facing him to see his eyes warm and watching me. Park Chanyeol's gaze is far different from all the other looks people are throwing at me. It's the kind of look that makes my heart melt and flutter. I just wish he would look at me like this for forever and never get tired of it. 

'Like you want to marry me.' That was how I described this look once. Fortunately, it is still the description I would give it. It just never changes although the emotion deepens every passing day. 

Gently, I rested my forehead against his. "You own my heart," I whispered, his lips so close to mine. "You own it, Park Chanyeol. And it will forever be yours." My fingers found his cheek and Chanyeol tilted his head a little so he could kiss my palm. When he let out a breath, it almost felt like a certain weight lifted off his chest. 

"When I think about all those other guys hitting on you--" he gritted his teeth together. "It makes me really, really mad, Byun Baekhyun. I'm sorry and I trust you. It's them-- They get into my nerves."

"I know, baby," I murmured, brushing my thumb along his cheek. "I honestly know how you feel." And I have to grin because we know we're both the jealous type and being possessive is our second nature. We're not really that different when it comes to 'guarding' our partner. Slowly, Chanyeol smiled back before giving my lips a gentle peck. Honestly speaking, I don't want Chanyeol worrying about this kind of thing but I don't really mind him getting jealous once in a while. It's quite cute.   

Suddenly, his eyes darted upwards. "Is Jongin around?" 

"Um, no." I whispered. "Why?"

As soon as Park Chanyeol slammed the office door close, he pushed me against it, lips crashing to mine in an instant, his heated mouth almost devouring every bit of me. He tilted his head to one side, deepening the kiss as he palmed my skin under the shirt I am wearing. His hands are warm but impatient and aggressive. Tongues fought with each other and I have to grip unto him hard to keep myself from falling and melting into a disgusting puddle. But still, this is the office and Jongin could come any moment from now. 

"Chanyeol--" I panted, pushing him off me and to no avail. "No-- Stop--" But he just pulled back a little to smirk before he continued kissing me, biting my lower lip and pulling my mouth open. It was almost painful, but with a moan, I surrendered. His sinful tongue darted in and out, licking all the possible and reachable places. Everywhere starts to feel sensitive. Everywhere suddenly feels needy. Park Chanyeol continued sucking my lips and I continued sucking his, hands roaming to his hair and back and holding unto his hard muscles. When he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, I wrapped both my legs around his waist as he carried me to his desk. Oh no. What is he planning to do now? Chanyeol walked fast and straight despite the fact that our faces block our own visions. My mind is suddenly a mixture of emotions and judgments as he sat me on the table, facing his large swivel chair. 

"You're mine," Chanyeol growled against my lips as he reached down to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. "You're fcking mine, Byun Baekhyun." I barely had enough time or energy to respond when he pulled off my pants and boxers in one swift move, revealing my hardening c*ck between my legs. I'm not really easily aroused by anything but Park Fcking Chanyeol came and suddenly I'm a moaning mess between the sheets and anywhere he wants me to be. My pants pooled around my ankles and Chanyeol kicked them off and to the floor with his feet. His lips continued their assault against mine even as he wrapped one hand around my member, stroking it slowly and lightly. He is fcking aggressive tonight I can barely keep up. I moaned in pleasure as he gave me a handjob, head slowly thrown back as I gripped his hair with both hands, messing up his brown locks. Chanyeol's kisses traveled to my neck, making hickeys and marking his property. His tongue trailed invisible tracks of ownership on my skin and I tilted my head to one side, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaped open in bliss. 

"Chanyeol..." I moaned when his thumb pressed on the tip of my member. "Baby... Ahhh..." His hand continued to torture my c*ck and I know the orgasm could build up any minute now so I shifted on the table, trying to back away but Chanyeol suddenly grabbed my waist, pulling me off and down to the floor. As soon as my feet touched the carpet, Chanyeol tightened his hug around my waist and lifted just to bend me over the desk. My chest hit the cold wood, making me gasp. "What the--"

Park Chanyeol slumped on his chair and moved closer to me, hands gripping both my ass cheeks. "Keep still," he breathed and before I knew it, his teeth are already grazing my backside, lips showering my ass with kisses. I frantically reached for the table's edges, arching my back as Chanyeol bit unto my skin and sucked, making me moan. No, fck. He started massaging my backside with both hands, gripping, slapping, and squeezing. It has been so long since he ate my ass and though it's not really one of my favorite things in the world, I would badly want him to do it again. It is a fcking good thing I douched this morning. 

Nails dug unto my skin as Chanyeol pushed my butt cheeks apart, revealing my puckered hole hidden between those bouncy muscles. When he blew unto it, I shivered and groaned. "Fck, Chanyeol!" I hissed, my forehead pressed against the cold wood. A thumb grazed the surface of my hole and I have to bite my lip to keep myself from making more noises. There are customers and workers outside and I don't fancy letting them know there's a live porn going on just upstairs. With his other hand, Chanyeol reached for my face, fingers trailing my bottom lip. 

"Here--" But before he could continue, I dipped my head and sucked unto his waiting fingers. I grabbed his arm, my own hand wrapping around his wrist as I ran my tongue up and down his calloused and long fingers. He tastes and smells of sweat and perfume and manliness and me. That's right. Chanyeol's scent would always include mine. I heard him groan as I continued lubricating his fingers with my saliva. His other hand is still squeezing my ass cheeks and then teasing my asshole. When his thumb probed the entrance, Chanyeol bends over my body just so he could kiss my neck, making me tilt my head to one side, allowing him more. 

We stayed like that for a few more seconds before he pulled out his fingers from my mouth, leaving me empty and panting. Licking my lips and squeezing my eyes shut, I grabbed unto the table and opened my legs farther apart. Park Chanyeol pulled back and away from me, one hand resting on my exposed butt. He then continued massaging my butt quite a few moew long seconds and I have to look back at him to know what's up. "Hey," I panted, throwing him a glare. "What's keeping you?" 

Then his eyes very slowly traveled from my ass to my face. "You're..." he licked his lower lip. "You're fcking sexy, Byun Baekhyun. I can't even--" He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, before kneeling on the floor right behind me. When a wet finger trailed my entrance, I groaned low in my throat and gritted my teeth together. Sht. Park Chanyeol started to lick his way inside me, tongue entering my hole as two fingers scissored me open. It wasn't even painful and I continued to moan deep and quiet. Surprisingly, my muscles relax almost immediately, it seems like this is expected already and Chanyeol's no intruder but a part of me. A deep and important one. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them farther apart like he can't exposed my asshole enough. 

Like he did with my mouth, Chanyeol's tongue and entered and exited in the pace and speed he likes. He finger-fcks me, tongue-fcks all my wits away. My knees started to buckle and my knuckles went white as I braced myself against the table. Being fcked like this had never felt so good. God, I missed this. When one of Chanyeol's hands closed around my c*ck, I moaned out loud, I have to cover my lips with a palm. Groaning, I dropped my head on the table, cheek pressed against the table as I sweat and pant. "No--" I groaned when he started to stroke me. "Just-- Ah... My ass... Only." 

Chanyeol chuckled against my butt. "Fine." he breathes before entering two more fingers into my ass, opening me up further so he could lick and suck all he wants. Ugh. He's really good, I can't even think straight now. Pulling back a little, Chanyeol's teeth dug unto my ass again before continuing with the tongue-fcking I like. He flicks his tongue fast and hard against the surface before entering again. He fcks and makes love so good with everything he has on his body and I'm glad I'm the perfect type of fckable. I am basically drooling and panting on the table when he suddenly pulled back, getting on his feet just to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers. 

When his hands left my body, I reached around and pulled my own ass cheeks apart. "Come on," I moaned. "Fck me, Park Chanyeol." 

Chanyeol grinned before grabbing my waist. "Gladly--"

"Chanyeol?" Came Jongin's voice from outside. "Baekhyun? Chanyeol? Are you in there?" 

Gasping, I pulled myself up but Chanyeol pushed me back on the table, hissing. "No-- Wait!" I started to protest but one huge hand covered my lips before his c*ck drove into my asshole. Hard. "Haaa..." I panted and gasped, my teeth biting unto Chanyeol's hand. What the fcking hell?! Chanyeol pressed his chest on my back as he thrusts into me slowly, hips and c*ck savoring every moment. He's gentle now but I know he could basically make me scream if he wants to.

The knocking continued. "Chanyeol? Baek?" 

I groaned. "Chanyeol--"

"Keep quiet." Chanyeol hissed against my ear, licking it and I could certainly feel his smirk. His c*ck entered and left my asshole deliciously slow and I have to moan every fcking time. I reached back for his hair, pulling him for a kiss. My lips found his and we kissed and sucked each others' tongue as he fcks me, his pace fastening and slowing whenever. "Sht, Baekhyun..." Chanyeol moaned against my lips and I giggled because I know he loves it when I kiss him this passionate and this hot. His palms slipped under my shirt, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them. 

"Ah!" I gasped as he gave them another pinch. "Fck!"

"Baekhyun?" Jongin called and I let Chanyeol's tongue enter my mouth, silencing me and my moans. "Okay. This is creeping me out already. Are you guys---" Then he stopped and released a frustrated groan. "GUYS SERIOUSLY?!"

Chanyeol chuckled, thumbs pressing my nips hard. "Shhh..." he breathes when I moaned again. 

The knocking got louder.

But we just ignored it until footsteps sounded and faded into the distance. Chanyeol continued fcking me and I continued meeting his every thrust. This is making love. No one's stopping us anywhere or anyhow. 

PARK CHAN YEOL

The coldness of the charcoal-black facial cream made me flinch and I instinctively grabbed Byun Baekhyun's thighs that are currently wrapped around my torso. It is a wonderful Saturday night and we are currently chilling out in his room with me lying on his messed up bed. We just finished re-watching one of his favorite dramas and the next thing I knew, he is insisting I join him in his so-called 'nightly beauty routine'. 

"Okay," Baekhyun muttered, the tip of his tongue pinned between his lips in concentration. "Babe, this is when you just freeze to death, alright?" He started to spread the cream on my cheek with his index finger as I let out a sigh. A Goblin playlist is playing in his speakers and somehow, the ambiance in his room tonight is making me relax after a week of tiring work and studies.

"I don't even know why I'm letting you do this to me." I said, looking up at him."Noona can't even make me try on a lip gloss even if she begs on her knees." Baekhyun is currently wearing a large t-shirt and pajamas that go all the way past his toes and he's trapping me with his legs as he leaned close to my face so he could see better. The cream is now spread out all the way to my chin and forehead.

Baekhyun tipped his head to one side. "Poor Noona." he muttered. "I'm sure she just wants you to look even more handsome." Baekhyun brushed my cheek lightly. "Not that you need it." he added in a quiet whisper before giggling and giving me a wink. 

I chuckled and let him continue what he's doing. "And you think I need this?" I asked, gesturing to my face. Baekhyun's fingers are gentle as he finish spreading the cream all over my face. It's uncomfortable but bearable and I could see the satisfaction on my fiance's face as he pulled back and put the cover on the bottle so I could put up with it if it makes him happy. 

Baekhyun bit his lip. "Well, you look stressed because of work and stuff and this is the least I can do." He pouts as he folds and rests his arms over my chest, face too close to mine. Baekhyun even tied his bangs over his head in a ponytail to keep hair off his face when he puts cream on himself later. I reached out and gently touched his cheek. 

"All you have to do is be there and I'm more than fine already, Byun Baekhyun." I said seriously. "You don't have to do much, baby. I swear." Smiling, I sighed and closed my eyes, just feeling his weight shift on top of me. Somehow, the feeling of his breathing is enough to calm me and bring me to sleep. 

Already blushing, Baekhyun bit his lip and rests his head on my chest. "I know," he murmured. "But let me do this. I like doing things for you."

I chuckled and wrapped one arm around his slender waist. "Okay. If it makes you happy." I whispered as I started to ran my palm along his back, soothing him. "I just wish you'll still love doing things for me even after we get married." 

With that, Baekhyun's head shoots up and I have to open my eyes to look at his determined face. "Of course I won't change," he pouts, looking at me suspiciously. "It's you I am worried about, actually. You're more prone to changes than me." Then he buried his face back against my chest and snuggled nearer as if he's afraid I'm going to pull away or push him back. Fingers gripped the shirt I am wearing and I did nothing but hold him tighter. 

"I don't think so," I breathe. "I love you eight years ago, Byun Baekhyun. I love you every second of everyday after that. I love you now. And I'll be loving you still in the future. You have nothing to be worried about." 

Baekhyun sighs and nodded against my chest. "Okay." he whispered. "If you say so." It seems like tonight, he is exceptionally easy to talk to. Maybe nothing today made him a little bit insecure about himself. Psh. As if there's any freakin thing to be insecure about. 

I nodded back and scratched my chin with my free hand. "So..." I started and Baekhyun tips his head to look at me. "How long does this thing stays on my face?" 

"Hm. A few minutes," Baekhyun answered with a giggle as he pulled back, resting his chin on one hand. "Does it make you uncomfortable, baby?" 

"Quite." I admitted and he laughed. "You're seriously making me do things. You're amazing." 

Baekhyun let out another giggle before giving me a quick kiss. "You just love me a lot that's why," he grinned before his eyes became more serious, smile wavering to something more sincere. "Thanks for loving me so much, by the way, Park Chanyeol. I swear I'll do everything to make you feel the same way." 

The words that leave Byun Baekhyun's lips would always struck me. And no matter how I try to get used to everything he says, I can't do it. Every piece of me would always want more from him. And nothing would ever satisfy that need and want. I love Byun Baekhyun. I love him too deep, too hard.

Looking down, Baekhyun started to make lazy circles on my chest with his index finger. "When we get married, can you promise you'll make more time for me?" he suddenly whispered, cheeks blushing in embarrassment. "I'm not really asking you to free more days than you need to but... Please make more time for me, Chanyeol? So I won't be missing you too much. You know it's too easy for me to miss you." 

Now I admit my only weakness is Byun Baekhyun. 

But Baekhyun being this cute is a definite killer.  

"Oh. Um," I blinked at him. "Okay. Sure... Yes." 

"And you need not bring me gifts every time you feel like it," he smiled sheepishly, finger still trailing my shirt. "I don't need those. I... I need you, Park Chanyeol. So go home everyday, okay? And don't make me stay up all night waiting for you to enter that damned bedroom door."

Chuckling, I reached out for his hair. "Okay, baby." I whispered. "I swear you'll sleep in my arms every night." 

"And... What more?" he asks himself. Baekhyun is still not looking at me, frowning at my chest as he thinks and I continued twisting locks of his hair around my fingers, watching them slip off rather smoothly. Then suddenly, Baekhyun let out an, "Oh!" before throwing me a very quick glance. "And Park Chanyeol?" 

"Yes, Byun Baekhyun?"

His voice suddenly dropped to a little bit more than a whisper. "Let's have kids." he murmured and his cheeks reddened even more. "Let's have lots of them." 

Oh my god. Where is this cuteness even coming from?!

"Oh god," I groaned as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Oh god, Byun Baekhyun. What are you doing to me?" 

"W-what?" Baekhyun finally looks up, eyes meeting mine. "W-what are you saying?"

"Whatever you're doing," I muttered, keeping myself from pinching the bridge of my nose because of the stuff on my face. "Don't do that often or you'll never see me sane again. You're basically driving me crazy." 

There was a pause but eventually, Baekhyun laughed. "You sound like some high schooler, Park Chanyeol." he teased, poking my chest playfully as he giggles. "I'm only asking you some favors just before we get married. You must keep them though, or I'll definitely kick your ass." He even made a face and I just feel myself blushing even more. Sht. What the hell is this? 

I poked the tip of his nose. "Stop it." 

"I'm not even doing anything!" Baekhyun protested, pouting. "Why--"

"Why aren't you asking me the usual stuffs?" I asked, eyeing his face. "Why aren't you asking me to stop looking at other girls? Why aren't you asking me to not work with pretty women? Why---"

"Because you love me." Baekhyun answered in an instant, cutting me off. His eyes found mine and I find myself drowning into his soft gaze. "Because you love me and I know that, Park Chanyeol. And I... I stopped doubting that the moment you said you loved me the very first time." he pursed his lips, looking down shyly. "I admit I get jealous sometimes, especially when other girls come into the picture. But you... You make me feel loved every time and I... I can't even question that, you know? Because I feel it. I feel it every second of everyday." 

I let out a quiet laugh and looked away so he won't see my face. "Now you're growing up." I whispered, shaking my head. 

"Yah, Park Chanyeol!" Baekhyun pouts. "Why are you--"

"Don't grow up," I murmured, eyes softening as I look at him. "Don't be too matured, Byun Baekhyun. Let me take care of you still. Let me woo you still. Don't... Don't change too fast for me." 

Baekhyun bit his lip to keep himself from grinning. "So... You like me getting jealous, huh?" he teased, eyeing me playfully. "Why? You like babying me, huh, Park Chanyeol? Am I right? Am I right?" 

"Not---"

"I'm right! And... I understand," he grinned, kissing me again out of nowhere. "I like you getting jealous, too. Even though it turns you to someone quite scary." When I'm about to protest, Baekhyun shushed me with a finger. His eyes suddenly watching me with nothing but kindness and affection. "What we have now... I love it, Park Chanyeol. I love how we are now and I would never trade it for anything. But maybe... Maybe I would like to ease the burden on you. Maybe--"

"Just love me, Byun Baekhyun." I cut him off, pulling him closer to my chest. "Just love me, alright? I ask for nothing more." 

There was a long pause, the quiet hanging in the air like a wide blanket. But soon, Baekhyun sighed as he closed his eyes in comfort. "You have no other requests?" he asked. "You know I would gladly keep them for you." 

"Love me." I murmured, kissing his hair. "Love me and don't stop." 

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a/n: Sorry for the super messy chapter huhuhuhu 

and thank you so so much for reading still :)