April 15, 2018

The days leading up to Baekhyun's planned night of having drinks with Chanyeol loomed closer and closer everyday. And when it was finally here, Baekhyun couldn't remember the last time - excluding his nineteenth year - that he had been more stressed over anything.

He simply refused to get evolved with people and relationships because he was so utterly fucked up, but there was just something about that certain giant who liked to wear ripped jeans one day and expensive suits the next that Baekhyun just couldn't shake. He didn't know if it was a good idea, going out for drinks, but he hadn't wanted to say no. And there was a reason why he had invited Kyungsoo over on this specific day . . .

They were sitting on Baekhyun's modern couch watching TV, a shared bowl of popcorn between them. Kyungsoo had been trying, and mostly failing, to catch it with his mouth when Baekhyun tentatively asked, "Hey, Soo, you remember that pact we made nineteen years ago, about how we'd do anything for each other . . .?" Baekhyun hinted.

Kyungsoo turned to face Baekhyun, a piece of popcorn hinting his cheek after he'd thrown it - one that would have gone into his mouth - to say, "Yeah, I remember. What about it? Did you need me to kill someone again, because you know I'll happily do so. I even drive around with a shovel and garage bags for precisely that reason."

Baekhyun grimaced and retorted, "Soo, that's in poor taste." Kyungsoo just shrugged; Baekhyun sighed. "Okay, what I wanted to ask you was, will you . . . will you come with me tonight when I go drinking with Chanyeol?" Baekhyun hurriedly asked, and after, his body instantly tensing for the blow of furious punches.

But they never came, and curiously, Baekhyun peeked an eye open to see Kyungsoo closely studying him. Then he spoke. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Baek? I know your track history with alcohol, and I don't want that to happen to you again."

Baekhyun nodded understandingly and responded, "Yeah, I know, Kyung, but I'm an adult now. I won't go crazy, and besides, you'll be there too."

Kyungsoo nodded and gave Baekhyun another once over before saying, "Okay, if you believe you can do it, then I'll support you. And of course, I'll come with you."

Smiling happily, Baekhyun wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's shoulders and hugged him tightly.

--

Two hours or so later, at ten o'clock, there was a knock on Baekhyun's front door. Throat constricting in panic, Baekhyun rushed to open the door, taking a moment to compose himself before opening it.

He hated this feeling he was having. He hated the way he was acting. It was all too familiar, like he was reverting back to his old ways.

When he opened the door, Baekhyun was struck by how good Chanyeol looked. He was wearing a baggy purple jacket with an orange lining and a black shirt underneath, and his jeans were dark with rips in the knee.

(A/N: Chanyeol's outfit for the night, and just picture his silver hair.)

Some things never seem to change . . . Baekhyun thought.

"Is that what you're wearing tonight?" Chanyeol asked, glancing down at Baekhyun's outfit.

Baekhyun glanced down too, and furrowed his brow as he asked, "Why? What's wrong with it?"

He was wearing a black denim jacket with a white shirt and decal, and he himself had even decided on the ripped blue jeans idea. He had also applied a thin layer of black eyeliner with the help of Kyungsoo.

(A/N: Baekhyun's outfit AND hairstyle for the night.)

Baekhyun glanced up at Chanyeol curiously, confused by his comment because he for one thought he looked good - and not to be vain or anything, but . . .

Chanyeol pursed his lips and his eyes darted back up to Baekhyun's face as he shrugged and quickly replied, "Oh, nothing. It's just . . . No, never mind, it's nothing. Really."

Baekhyun pursed his lips too and crossed his arms as he eyed Chanyeol suspiciously and retorted, "You, Mr. Park, are a sucky liar."

Chanyeol suddenly smirked and leaned closer into the doorway as he hummed, "So we're back to calling each other 'Mr', are we? Well, then, Mr. Byun, you caught me because I happen to think you look scandalous and excruciatingly tempting. Your-" And then Baekhyun slapped a hand over Chanyeol's mouth, his eyes staring back at him widedly.

"Holy shit, Park Chanyeol, do I even want to know what you were going to say next?" Baekhyun asked.

Chanyeol removed Baekhyun's hand and smirked before replying slyly, "Mhm, probably not. It was highly inappropriate."

"As I imagined it would be," Baekhyun retorted just as Kyungsoo came bounding down the stairs wearing simple skinny jeans and a gray hoodie.

When he was beside Baekhyun, he pursed his lips and tugging at the end of his jacket while muttering, "I hate you, Byun Baekhyun. Why do you have to look so good while I look like a pile of trash....?"

Baekhyun snorted; Chanyeol chuckled; Kyungsoo glared; and someone else replied, "I don't think you look like a pile of trash."

Kyungsoo jumped and a small squeak of surprise escaped his lips before he could slap a hand over his mouth. Baekhyun had jumped too at the unexpected voice while Chanyeol face palmed and said, "Oh, shit, I almost completely forgot. My brother, Jongin, will be accompanying us, is that okay?" Chanyeol asked, while Jongin, punched his arm and yelled, "Oh, thanks a lot, asshole! You did completely forget I was here!"

Chanyeol grimaced from the punch and shook his arm out, whining, "Oh, shut up! You weren't even suppose to come with me, you leach! I only suggested it because Taemin dumped you last week for Minho and you've been moping all week!"

Jongin gasped and smacked his arm, yelling, "Shit head! I told you never to say his name!"

Baekhyun and Kyungsoo just stood there, awkwardly watching the two completely different looking siblings bickering back and forth. After another moment, and it still hasn't stopped, Kyungsoo suddenly smacked them both and yelled, "Would you two shut the hell up! You're both so damn annoying!" Both Chanyeol and Jongin's bickering ceased, and smiling happily, Kyungsoo chirped, "Oh, there we go! Much better! Now you two, are you ready to go out and get drunk, or do you want to continue fighting like a bunch of girls?"

"I vote for drinks," Jongin mumbled, holding up his hand.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and murmured under his breath, "Yeah, that'll diffidently help you forget about Tae-"

"Chanyeol!" Baekhyun yelled. "Shut up!"

And pouting, he did.

They all took a number of three votes each to decide whether or not they would be attending a bar or a club. In the end, the club that was named, XXL was voted the winner.

Face puckered up in mild disgust, Baekhyun eyed the club through his backseat window of Chanyeol's damn limousine. The guy was so fucking flashy, but also, growing on Baekhyun bit by bit.

"Who the fuck voted on XXL?" Baekhyun demanded as he stepped out of the car. "Because if I feel anyone one of those horny bastard press their XXL up against my ass, I'm going to kill someone. Starting with, who's idea this was!"

Chanyeol was standing beside Baekhyun, and with a laugh, he threw his arm around his shoulders and called out, "Don't worry, Mr. Byun, I'll protect you."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and sarcastically retorted, "Oh whoopee, I feel so much better now."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes too and said, "Could you be any more negative?"

"Yes, I could," Baekhyun replied back.

Chanyeol just merely rolled his eyes again and tugged Baekhyun forward as he muttered, "Maybe with some drinks in you, you won't be such a stick in the mud. Now come on, move those feet, Mr. Byun. We have places to be and beer to drink."

--

All it took was four beers for Baekhyun to be completely wasted, on the account that he was such a lightweight.

Chanyeol made good on his promise of protecting Baekhyun, especially when by his second drink he was already climbing on tables and taking his jacket off. And when Chanyeol pulled him down by his waist - much to everyone's complaint - the little drunk vixen had pulled him onto the dance floor.

Chanyeol never knew the normally perfect, and mostly well-behaved, order-loving, Byun Baekhyun was so sexual.

The moment he had managed to tug Chanyeol onto the dance floor his hands were everywhere and his body was pressed up against Chanyeol so firmly it was like they had been molded together.

Baekhyun drunk was dangerous enough, but Baekhyun drunk and dancing was criminal. His movements and very arch of his neck and roll of his hips against Chanyeol's was so incredibly excruciating when Chanyeol couldn't and wouldn't allow himself to touch him. Which was weird to all outside observers being that all Baekhyun did was move his body against Chanyeol's in sync to the music and the thumping of his own wildly beating heart. Where as Chanyeol stood ramrod straight, afraid to even touch Baekhyun's shoulder, most possibly - but not really - the safest place for him to touch.

And everything was made even worse when Baekhyun decided to turn around in Chanyeol's arms and pepper his neck with love bites, and kisses and teasingly darting brushes of his tongue against his skin. It was all so maddening, and having to take a moment to regain his control, Chanyeol gently shoved Baekhyun away before grabbing his hand and pulling him along after him towards the bar.

He shoved him into a seat and flagged the bar tender down, getting himself another drink while he requested water for his wild friend.

"Drink this," Chanyeol instructed as he pushed the glass of water towards Baekhyun.

Baekhyun just turned his nose up to it and leaned into Chanyeol, dropping his forehead against his shoulder before turning his head to press his cheek there instead. Then in a soft, teasing voice, Baekhyun murmured, "I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?" Chanyeol asked, but more than likely already knowing from the way Baekhyun kept looking at him. Oh, and not to mention the fact that he was currently trailing his slim fingers up to Chanyeol's inner thigh while he leaned in even closer. "I want something that'll make my mouth go 'pop'!" Baekhyun cried as he made the noise with his mouth.

Chanyeol gasped and his eyes grew incredibly wider before Baekhyun laughed and cried, "Channie! What are you thinking? I was talking about a lollipop!" Baekhyun giggled, and Chanyeol softly murmured, "Yeah, but isn't that the same thing?"

They stayed at the club for another half hour, and within that span of time, Jongin and Kyungsoo had disappeared to some secluded corner in the club, leaving Chanyeol to struggle with a very drunk Baekhyun and overly persistent men keen on chatting him up and slipping their numbers in his back pocket. Chanyeol honestly couldn't leave him alone for a second without some desperate douche hitting on him.

Flashback: One hour before

Chanyeol just got back from the bathroom and was making his way to the bar, where he could see his brother talking to a very attentive Kyungsoo, who appeared to be hanging on his every word.

Chanyeol glanced around the club for Baekhyun, but didn't see him anywhere. His concern growing, he walked up behind Jongin and tapped his shoulder before asking, "Hey, dude, where the hell did Baekhyun go?"

Jongin glanced up at his brother with a teasing smirk and asked, "Why so curious, Chan? Does someone have a crusshhhh?" Jongin singsonged.

Chanyeol brushed and stuttered, "N-no. What's makes you think that?"

Jongin just smirked and retorted, "Oh, I d-don't know," he mocked.

Chanyeol glared at him and punched his shoulder hard enough to send him flying off his bar stool. He landed on the floor with an ungraceful "Oof!" before yelling, "Asshole!"

Chanyeol just flipped him off in response and walked away, but not before Kyungsoo called out, "Wait, Chanyeol? Are you going to find him?"

Chanyeol nodded and without any hesitation, he replied, "Of course."

Kyungsoo nodded and nervously bit his bottom lip before asking, "Chanyeol, I need a serious answer for this, do you like Baekhyun?"

Chanyeol blushed all the way up to his ears and all he could manage was a small nod.

Kyungsoo nodded as well, and asked, "Will you take care of him? He's been hurt before, so if all your doing is having your fun with him, then you'll have to answer to me."

"No, Kyungsoo, it's not like that. And you don't have to worry, I'll never hurt him," Chanyeol said sincerely.

Kyungsoo nodded and said, "Good, now go find him before he does something he'll regret . . ."

And with that, Chanyeol nodded before leaving to find Baekhyun.

He found Baekhyun with some guy, and they were making out in one of the booths in a secluded corner of the club - and he could tell things were seconds away from Baekhyun going home with the guy. With a sudden white hot rage filling him, Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's shoulder and forced him to turned around.

Baekhyun's eyes blinded at him hazily for a moment before lighting up with clarity as he cried, "Channie! Where have you been? I got bored waiting for you and then - and then . . . What's your name again?" Baekhyun mumbled before waving it off as he said, "Oh, never mind, it doesn't matter, Channie's here now!" Baekhyun cried as he drunkenly jumped to his feet and fell into Chanyeol's arms.

And with that, Chanyeol just couldn't find the energy to be mad at him anymore, and with a nasty glare thrown the guys way, he lead Baekhyun back to his brother and Kyungsoo.

End of flashback

Huffing in frustration, Chanyeol picked Baekhyun back up when he slipped down to the floor for the millionth time. He kept a firm hold on his waist and helped lead him from the club, and stuffed him the backseat. He didn't bother waiting for Jongin and Kyungsoo because frankly, his only concern was Baekhyun and getting him home and sober.

Chanyeol was nowhere near as drunk as Baekhyun, but he still had a hazy mind when he struggled to remember where Baekhyun lived. He had only been there once, and that was yesterday to pick Baekhyun up, and he hadn't been counting on Baekhyun, refined and level-headed, Baekhyun to be too shit faced drunk to recite the directions to own his apartment.

I have no choice, he'll have to come home with me, Chanyeol thought.

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