Hello, once again guys. I didn't make an author's note for the last chapter. LOL! But don't be bothered by this because I'm gonna make one. (Damn, I'm already making one). So, creeps, how's life being a fangirl (or fanboy if there's any)? And speaking of that, my curiosity got me and so I wanted to ask you some questions. Here it is:

1. Are you a girl or a guy, bisexual or gay?

: For me it doesn't really matter what are you but I'm just curious. Anyway, I'm a girl but before that, I was a bisexual. I want to be a guy though because sometimes being a girl is so damn tiring. (If you know what I mean)

2. If KPOP didn't come to your life, what would have happened to you?

: Maybe I'll be having a lot of crushes and maybe I won't be that focused on my studies. Being a KPOP fan sets my standards high on guys and makes me aim my goals clearer. Yeah.

3. Would you like OT12 to come back?

: Of course I do, but if they were just forced to do it, then no. We, fans, should know what's best for them. I still hope they're in contact with each other until now. I missed OT12. Who wouldn't right?

So let's stop this and I hope you'll like this chapter.

Bye creeps, stay lovely~~

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"Kai, do you know where Baekhyun lives?" He asked annoyingly.

Kai shooked his head in response while staring at his phone intently. "No, why?" He looked at his friend but when he's phone vibrated, he slightly jumped and went back to its screen, typing and slightly smiling at whoever sent him the message.

Chanyeol let out a frustrated groan. "Why did I laugh?!"

"Huh?" Kai gave out in confusion, eyes still plastered on his screen.

"It's because-"

"No, I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to the person right here, sorry," he apologetically said, "What were you saying again?"

"Dammit," Chanyeol cursed, "If you won't help me, I'll fire you in the company."

"What?! You know you can't do that?" Jongin whined.

"You want me to give you a demo?"

"Okay. Okay. I'll ask, D.O," he said, giving up before he faced his phone again with an annoying look.

Chanyeol smiled to himself but then turned to a frown. Wait, did he just meant that he's texting D.O?

...

"You, ditched him," D.O repeated absentmindedly while pressing buttons on his phone.

"Yeah, I know. I'm horrible," Baekhyun berated while slumping down on his chair and burrying his face on his hands.

"No, you're not. I think that's good," D.O remarked, his eyes still focusing on his phone.

"You think so?" He uttered, looking up once again.

D.O turned to face him. "You can get me my lasagna. It's on the left upper corner of the refrigerator," he said blankly and went back to face his phone.

"Are you even paying attention to me?!" Baekhyun whined but still grabbed the lasagna D.O was talking about and handed it to him. He was a bit confused at why did his brother said that but he obliged anyway.

"Just put it in the counter," the guy ordered once again when he didn't grabbed it in his hand because he was busy at his phone, not minding his brother's question.

"Fuck it," Baekhyun muttered before putting down the food harshly on the counter and walking out.

"Chanyeol's going to be here," D.O suddenly said, making Baekhyun stop in his tracks. "What?" He wanted to know if he was hearing him correctly. But D.O had only said, "You heard me," before he looked back at his screen.

Baekhyun groaned. "Who the fuck are you texting?! I'm going to kill that person?!"

"Jongin," D.O simply answered, "Yeah, I also want you to kill him right now, he's so annoying. He keeps on bothering me?!" He whined but Baekhyun could see the smile on his face and he can't help but smile, too.

"And you also wanted to be bothered," Baekhyun mumbled before turning his back and went into his room.

He sighed as jumped and face planted himself on his bed. "Oh what life," he said but came out muffled words.

"Where's Baekhyun?!" He heard someone asked from downstairs. What the hell? He groaned inwardly as he stood up and went out the door.

"Baekhyun! Chan-," D.O yelled but was cut when he saw Baekhyun already running downstairs.

"Uh, hey," he greeted shyly. Fuck. He mentally cursed at his action. He looked like a high school girl talking to his crush.

"H-hi," Chanyeol stammered. Fuck. What is this situation? He asked mentally before absentmindedly grabbing Baekhyun's hand, dragging him outside.

Baekhyun didn't writhe but just let himself be dragged. "I didn't have my things," he admitted and looked away. Chanyeol's grip on him was firm but very gentle, he was surprised when the guy had let go of him.

"I-I haven't found a time to prepare," he continued.

"It's okay. I'll let you borrow mine," Chanyeol said assuringly before he grabbed Baekhyun's hand again and dragged him towards his car. Baekhyun can't help but to gape. Seriously?! He thought to himself as he remembered how Chanyeol had reacted when he said that. He can feel himself smile as he went inside the backseat of the car.

"What are you doing?" He was suddenly cut when a deep voice asked him.

"I'm about to sit?" He said, or he asked in confusion.

"No."

"No, why?" Baekhyun asked as he went out. Does he mean he wanted me to go there by walking? He suddenly changed his mind about Chanyeol being sweet. Wait, being sweet?! What the actual fuck?! He felt himself clenching his fist at his thoughts. What am I thinking dammit! Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. "Fuck," he muttered when he can't take his thoughts any longer.

"Are you okay?" Chanyeol asked as his face expression softened. Baekhyun closed his eyes to calm himself down before nodding slowly. "Don't worry, I didn't mean to think that you'll be walking. I just want you to sit in front."

And with that, Baekhyun closed his eyes again and took a large amount of air to calm himself down.

...

"Okay, so you'll be having your room over there," Chanyeol pointed to a room which looked liked a guest room.

"Is that a guest room?"

"Yeah, I don't have an extra room and my room is prohibited. You CANNOT go in there."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "I know. I know. You repeated that for three times already," he reminded the guy, "So, where will we sign?"

"Living room," Chanyeol said as he walked towards the said place with Baekhyun following him behind. They both sat down at the couch as Baekhyun looked at his environment. He never knew that Chanyeol's house could be so big and very classy. He actually liked the style, rather than the luxurious one.

"Hey, are you paying attention?" Chanyeol asked as he stared at Baekhyun who was obviously observing the whole room. "Hmm?" He hummed before slowly looking back at Chanyeol, only to find them near to each other. He immediately looked away as Chanyeol pretended to cough. "I'm going to get water," he said out of breath.

Baekhyun mentally slapped himself at the moment. If he could just control earth, he would let the ground swallow him alive. Chanyeol came back, looking already calm as he sat next to Baekhyun. "So, how's the water?" Baekhyun suddenly asked to ease the mood.

"Definitely refreshing," Chanyeol chuckled in response, both of their eyes can't make it to look at each other but at least the tension was lessened for a bit.

Baekhyun heaved out a breath. "I'm ready. Take it out."

Chanyeol immediately looked at him. "What?"

"I said take it out?"

"No, why would I?"

"What?! I thought I'm going to sign it?"

"Oh," Chanyeol said in realization and he felt himself flush red, looking away, he took out the papers that they need a bit clumsily. "H-here," he stammered. Dammit. He mentally cursed. Why would he think such things? Of course, it is take out the papers, not take out the...

"Are you okay?" Baekhyun asked in a teasing tone.

"Fuck, go away."

"You're weird, Yeol," he chuckled. Fuck. Fuck. Don't chuckle.

"Don't call me 'Yeol'. I'm already your boss, you call me 'sir'." Chanyeol ordered to hide his flustered face.

"Yeah, I'd do that," Baekhyun snickered. "Sir."

"Fuck you," Chanyeol cursed, "Be serious."

"K."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes at the response before fishing out his pen and the other did likewise. Both of them signed the papers without reading it. As for Baekhyun, his hesitance to sign the 'contract' was unbelievably gone. Chanyeol, on the other hand, felt likewise to the latter. Both of them looked at each other's paper that they had just signed. "It's done. You're now officially my slave," Chanyeol stated without looking at Baekhyun.

"Yeah," Baekhyun said nonchalantly.

"Call me sir," Chanyeol ordered or more like whined.

"Of course, sir." Baekhyun flinched at the endearment. It didn't really suit them. Maybe something else would be better. Master? No, too submissive. Boss? Too casual. Babe? Definitely no, dammit.

"Can I go to my room now?," Baekhyun said but was responded with Chanyeol's arch of his eyebrow, "Sir." He said the forgotten word.

Chanyeol let our a playful grin. "Of course, I'll call you when I need you," he felt satisfied and stood up. Baekhyun can't help but roll his eyes but smile at the same time. Dammit.

...

Baekhyun was currently hyperventilating and it's because he have to cook. He groaned. Some people just don't now that the kitchen is one of my worst enemy. But what choice do he have. 'Sir' wants to eat dinner and by that, it means that he'll cook. Biting his lip nervously, he looked at what's inside the refrigerator. It was definitely loaded just for him to cook. Be calm. You've seen D.O do this a lot. This is just normal. Yeah, very normal. He told himself with doubts.

He was debating whether what he'll cook. Chicken would be nice, but he's afraid of the heated oil that might splatter on him. Salad would be a good choice but that wouldn't be nice for dinner. What if he'll just have it delivered? Chanyeol won't probably be against that, he probably knew that he's a bad cook. Very bad, actually.

Speak of the devil. "Have you cooked already?" Chanyeol asked as soon as he saw Baekhyun spacing out at the fridge, which had already answered his question. He sighed, "I'll take care of that. Go change your clothes. You smell already."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes but he felt relieved. He was about to say thank you when Chanyeol spoke, "You're going to prepare breakfast tomorrow. Wake up early, I want to go to work with the food already prepared on the table."

"Okay," he said because he didn't have a choice anyway, "Uhmm.. sir."

Chanyeol smirked slightly, "Good, now go."

Baekhyun oblige as he closed the refrigerator and walked out of hell. He walked upstairs and went inside his room quietly. He groaned as he closed the door. He suddenly noticed the clothes that were neatly folded on his bed, which had always amazed him, it was definitely clean. He immediately picked it up and looked at it. It was obvious that it's Chanyeol's clothes because it was too oversized for him but he doesn't have a choice. Again.

He went to the bathroom to get himself clean and after that changed his clothes to what Chanyeol had given. He immediately felt the warmth of wearing it. He smelt like Chanyeol. He shook his head as he covered his face with his hands, thinking that someone might see him blushing.

Sweater that was so big that it reaches midway down his thighs and its sleeves are longer than his hands. His pants were thankfully just fine, it wasn't loose and that was a good thing because he didn't want to walk around the house without a bottom cloth.

"Byun, dinner's ready," he heard a deep voice call from outside the room.

"Yeah, I'm going." Baekhyun opened his door, revealing Chanyeol who was waiting for him with hands on its side, staring at him with blank eyes. He can't help but to shot him a brow.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes as he went down, Baekhyun following him behind. "You look good in my clothes," he said softly, not hoping the other would hear it, "Just like the movies."

"What did you say?" Baekhyun asked as he picked up his pace faster to match Chanyeol's strides.

"Make sure you'll laundry that properly after use. That cost a lot," Chanyeol reasoned out a lie before choking. Damn. He hoped he wasn't obvious.