Baekhyun wasn't a good sleeper.

It's not quite like what you'd think. Not something obscene like he slept in strange positions or clung onto things or people sub-consciously, not any of that. It was that Baekhyun simply wasn't able to sleep.

An extreme case of insomnia that had kept him awake through both clear and rainy dark skies over the past couple of years.

It's not like he minded it, though. In fact, he quite enjoyed the feeling of losing all track of time as he gazed up into the galaxy that occasionally peaked through the thin sheet of clouds in the pitch black sky and lost himself in the beauty of the moment.

At night, whilst everybody slept in the warm and cozy sheets of their beds, entering dream land to step into a relaxing world, Baekhyun was sitting on the edge of his bed, back against the light wooden wall as he gazed out of the window into the city, the night lights reflecting up into the skies, resonating through the streets that never slept.

Every one of those nights was a blissful experience that refreshed his mind and stored away his drowsiness for the next day.

The nights that he did fall asleep, however, were the complete opposite.

If he did accidently let himself fall unconscious, eventually letting go of everything as his eyelids slid closed, the world that awaited him was one of true horror. Every painful experience and emotional trauma would haunt its way through his head and echo voiceless screams into his ears, making his skin crawl and legs falter.

They'd make him toss and turn, lash out at the nothings in the fearsome darkness that seemed to go on forever, like an inevitable tunnel. They'd make him shoot up in his bed, clothes drenched in cold sweat, hair stuck to his forehead, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath once again.

The most terrifying of past experiences, dark memories that had been locked away, opened and ravished through to create the perfect nightmare in its finest form.

Today, however, was different. It was neither a sleepless night gazing into the horizon or a replay of horrible past happenings, but a peaceful sleep.

A sleep that was an angelic white.

From spotless thin white sheets to fluffy square pillows, a double extra comfy mattress that faces the south, inviting the sun's merciful rays of sunlight to settle on his dry pale skin, like the warmth of a mother petting her son's head in affection.

It was ever so relaxing.

Baekhyun's eyes fluttered open, peeking through his blonde bangs to be met by a white room with wall length windows on either side, the small sheep-like clouds drifting through the light blue skies, providing shade for the buildings and streets below.

The male rolled over onto his back, shifting his gaze from the beautiful view to the, once again, white ceiling.

Everything in the room was white.

It was an innocent color that took all of Baekhyun in and cleansed him of his tainted black splotches, and painted over it in a new color.

It was magical.

A small smile emerged on his chapped red lips, extending his arms on either side, clenching his muscles as he stretched out and released the strain with a content sigh.

Everything was perfect.

Baekhyun's attention was once again caught when he heard somewhat of a heavy exhale, followed by light snoring.

Who could it be?

Baekhyun's eyebrows furrowed in thought, glancing around the room, trying to find anything that might help him identify the person.

He didn't know if he wanted to turn his head around a tiny fraction to reveal the person that slept beside him in utter peace. He was scared he might have done something and taken somebody home with him or if somebody had taken… him home instead.

Finally giving into curiosity, Baekhyun rolled onto his left side, settling his gaze on the person that slept beside him, snoring softly into the morning's hours.

The person beside him had slick black hair, cut short to the nape, slightly sun-kissed skin and a thin long neck that joined onto-

…W-w-what- w-why is…

Baekhyun's eyes shot wide open, all drowsiness and peace long forgotten and he gawked at the person before him in disbelief, his mouth agape.

He could feel the nervousness rise in his pulsing neck, a strange flipping sensation involving his insides; things that weren't supposed to be acrobats. Despite his heart rate increasing, his breaths became quieter as if trying not to wake the sleeping figure.

Baekhyun didn't know how he'd gotten to where he was. He also wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what happened, causing him to be here.

In a white room.

With nice scenery.

In a comfortable double bed.

With his co-worker.

Oh, how he wished that the co-worker beside him had long blonde hair and a pale petite frame like Taeyeon's, but no.

The subordinate sleeping peacefully beside him was no other than his enemy.

Park Chanyeol.

Baekhyun squinted, observing the male's movements as he slowly breathed in and out, his whole body moving in perfect sync to match the routine. The blonde scanned over what of Chanyeol he could see; his upper body, neck and face.

The longer he stared, the harder it was to try and pull away. It was somehow intriguing to see the male so defenseless, yet so effortlessly flawless. It was as if the male didn't need to do anything but be present and the entire world would be swooning over him with heart-struck eyes.

But this image of him was different.

Although it enticed Baekhyun, something about the way that Chanyeol was oh so comfortable and casual was a side that not many knew of. A side where he was carefree and didn't have to worry about anything.

A side only he knew.

Baekhyun hadn't noticed the affectionate smile that had crept onto his puppy-like features as he gazed down at Chanyeol with amusement, his eyes filled with a sort of admiration.

He's not too bad when he's not awake. Pretty bearable. (OneHellOfATsundereThere)

As the rays of sunlight began to fill the room with a cozy heat that reminded him of having to exit his toasty bundle of sheets early in the mornings to come downstairs and eat breakfast with his beloved best friend and one and only roommate, SatanKyungsoo.

Within seconds of reminiscing in his memories, he gathered himself once again to confront the fact that he most definitely was not in his house.

That wasn't half of his problem, though.

It was a beautiful day; clear blue skies that embraced the heart of Seoul with cool breezes and the smell of fresh cut grass and bagels from the early awakened bakeries throughout the streets.

And on a day like this, it was without a doubt a morning that should be started off with a warm cup of coffee and cream.

The problem that Baekhyun was concerned about was not that he wanted to know how to get out of wherever he was, but that he didn't know the mapping of the house to get to the coffee maker.

Finally tearing his gaze away from Chanyeol's sleeping face, Baekhyun looked down at his body to find it under the white sheets as well, keeping him warm.

He thought for a second, furrowing his eyebrows in decision.

His top priority right now was to find coffee.

But in order to do that, he first had to get out of the bed, make his way across the room and exit through the door without waking the sleeping male beside him.

Baekhyun reached for the sheets gathered around his waist and began to pull them off of his body, bending his legs to get out easier.

That's when he noticed something odd.

Very, very odd.

His legs.

His legs were colder than the rest of his body. Of course, for a reason.

Nothing happens without a reason, after all, right?

And the reason for this in this situation was because his legs were extremely bare.

Baekhyun seemed to freeze in mid motion, staring down in confusion at his bare legs because …where are my pants?

The blonde male could feel his pulse increase once again, his cheeks turning nervous rosy pink as he shifted his gaze to the room's interior, mentally flipping it upside down to try and figure out what had been done to his pants.

A little on edge, Baekhyun started to pull the sheets away quicker, hastily tugging at them with carelessness, forgetting the measures he had to tackle to get to his goal of destination.

As he tugged, he heard Chanyeol's breath change its pattern, making him halt all movement, hoping that he wouldn't wake up.

Hoping that he wouldn't wake up to find Baekhyun in his bed without pants on. His subordinate. In his bed. Without pants.

Despite the situation being quite hilarious, Baekhyun had a painful gut feeling that took the humor out of the situation at hand.

What if he woke up in confusion? Maybe he'd be disgusted with me? Would he go around telling other people that I snuck into his bed and slept with him?

Waves of worry came over the male as he snuck another look at Chanyeol who had shifted closer towards him, bare muscular arms flat against the soft mattress, fists cutely curled up at his sides, like a child protecting himself from the monsters that lived under his bed and lurked in his closet.

But Baekhyun knew this man and his character well. Almost too well…

He was the type of man to act all high and mighty, accepting love from each and every individual despite the circumstances and then later throw them away whenever he became bored.

He'd play with them until they were of no use to him and dispose of them like they were never his business.

Baekhyun knew all too well how it'd end up.

With a slightly dejected mood, Baekhyun continued to shuffle out of the sheets and roll himself out like sushi, slightly irritated by the fact that the sheets he was in seemed to go on forever, as if trapping him in an inescapable bundle of heaven.

Today, however, that heaven was not something he wanted to be in, especially if it was around his subordinate and sheets that didn't even belong to him and had the scent of another man.

And even worse, Chanyeol's scent.

Just thinking of it made his nose scrunch up in distaste, sneezes threatening to come out one after the other to eliminate the strong smell that his body strongly refused.

"This fucking sheet never ends, damn it." Baekhyun muttered to himself, irked as he withheld the temptation to just rip the sheets in half and walk right out to get his well deserved coffee.

But, he decided that maybe he should try to hold on to the last of his humanity and work through the task as normal as he could be. Which is a pain, because it requires something called effort, which is Baekhyun's least favorite word.

Somewhere along the way of twisting and turning the sheets around, he finally spotted the corner of the sheets, reaching out to grab them with a strong determination to escape the heaven-like hell that chained him to sleeping beauty's side.

Thank god. One step closer to that coffee.

With a great feeling of success, Baekhyun pulled back the sheets entirely and began to push himself off of the mattress, using his elbows and knees due to the cramped area between the tucked in sheets and the bed.

Just as he was going to fully pull free and jump right out of the bed, a loud grunt was heard followed by several large shuffles, mumbling something under his breath.

Baekhyun chose to ignore the latter and quickly advance to get out of there as soon as possible, but right in that moment of thought, a hand clamped tight around his lower arm, dragging him back into the fluffy cloud with a heavy thump.

Baekhyun was confused as to what was happening and why the world was spinning. All he knew was that Chanyeol had most likely woken up due to his loud rummaging and curses of irritation.

"W-wha-" As the world settled back into its rightful position, Baekhyun's vision began to focus again and noticed that he was lying down on his side again, this time gazing outside of the window.

Which meant that Chanyeol was behind him. He hadn't seen him yet. There was a chance that Chanyeol didn't know who he was pulling and just wanted to stop the commotion that disturbed his precious sleep.

As long as he doesn't see, it'll be fine. If he doesn't see my face, then he won't know its me.

Baekhyun had convinced himself that Chanyeol was nothing but a dirty player who stepped on other's pride.

A despicable man.

"You…" The deep raspy voice that breathed into Baekhyun's ear startled him, making him shiver at the sudden contact. "Where are you going?"

S-shit, he'd awake-

"U-uh…" Baekhyun opened his mouth to speak, but found it difficult to find the words.

What would he do if he heard the voice of a man, and Baekhyun at that?

Could he just reply casually as if nothing had happened?

Would he believe Baekhyun if he said he didn't know anything?

Baekhyun's doubts all came crashing down on him at once, losing his train of thought, the abandoned tracks broken up into incomprehensible words of nothings.

Deciding that it was probably best if he didn't say anything, Baekhyun attempted to pull his hand back and move away from the bed, but had his plans ruined when Chanyeol did the impossible.

The grip on his wrist had tightened so much that the area of usually pale skin was burning bright red, trapped like hands in cuffs. As he began to lift himself from the mattress, the younger forcibly tugged him back, causing him to lose balance and fall, back facing Chanyeol.

It had caught the blonde off guard, taking his breath away along with the wind pressure that accompanied him as he fell against the male.

However, as soon as realization hit him, he wasted no time and began to struggle in the taller's grip around him, muttering swear words and the occasional threat under his breath, extracting a hoarse chuckle from the other's throat that vibrated through the smaller's back.

"H-hey! Let go…lemme g-go, damn it…"

"Just stay still for once, or I'll do something worse." With those carefully chosen words that Baekhyun didn't dare take lightly, he froze on the spot, halting all movement as asked.

A happier laugh sounded through the room this time, obviously amused by Baekhyun's sudden obedience and the effectiveness of a threat, another weakness he'd found.

"Unusual for you to be listening to me, isn't it?" Chanyeol stated it more as rhetorical, not expecting an answer from the stubborn and prideful boy. "Good boy."

Baekhyun could feel his cheeks heat up in humiliation as Chanyeol's hand came into contact with Baekhyun's fluffy blonde hair, ruffling it playfully. He hated it.

He hated the fact that he was acting so differently. He hated that this man seemed to be able to drive him over the edge without him even realizing it, despite his competence.

It was all his damn junior's fault.

He hated the fact that Chanyeol was half asleep and was talking about somebody that he was not.

He hated it all.

Yet his mind would constantly refuse to hear it.

And neither would his heart.

As Baekhyun's eyes began to get heavy and moist, his eyelids drooping, the arms around his securing his presence within Chanyeol's arms, pressed up against his warm front, an irrelevant thought ran through his head.

It was the fault in the perfect scenery.

Despite the two of their bodies fitting against each other like a complete puzzle, the emotions and intentions of the two were complete opposites.

Especially that thought.

And just as Baekhyun could feel himself slipping away into another rare sleep, there was only one thing, which he was constantly pondering over, despite his sub-consciousness.

'Good boy?'

…Boy?

Never did I ever imagine a day such as this would come upon me.

Not only was he anti-social and preferred having fewer relationships with other people, he was not an animal person either.

He didn't understand why humans got along so well with animals and found what they named 'comfort' in them. They seemed to connect so well with humans that they had built an unbreakable bond of friendship and trust between themselves.

He'd heard stories about how people met animals and felt the red string of fate pull, alerting both beings and extracted the anticipating emotions out and as soon as they met each other's eyes, they'd already be attached.

A spark would ignite their plain worlds and light up their eyes with a new perspective.

Kyungsoo, however, had never felt such a spark.

Not with an animal, never the less a human.

So it was only to be expected that Kyungsoo wouldn't feel the same excitement or awe whenever he saw an animal.

Jongin, on the other hand, was more than ecstatic.

The tanned male's face was practically pressed up against the glass wall that divided the outside world from an animal's enclosed world, a stupid grin spread across his face as he stared affectionately at the creatures inside of the large box.

Kyungsoo glared at the male in disgust, squinting his eyes as he began to regret his life decisions and how Jongin could wear such an expression out in the public.

You're the CEO's son, for god sake… manage yourself properly.

"Kyungie~ Do you see them? Do you see them? They're adorable, right? I missed them so much! Don't you think?" Jongin turned his head back to face Kyungsoo who continued to be creeped out by the male's sudden change in behavior.

"Jongin, shut up, I get it, okay? They're there, I get it." Kyungsoo grabbed Jongin by back of his collar, dragging him back with immense force, irritation clearly slipping into his tone.

The second Jongin had stepped away, multiple mourning whines and loud barks echoed through the room, begging for their master to return.

Kyungsoo turned his eyes away from the animals to look at Jongin and noticed the tears building up in the corners of his eyes as his lips quivered, trying to gather himself but failed miserably.

"Oh, don't cry~ You miss daddy a lot, don't you? Seeing my precious children cry makes me want to cry too, you know?" Jongin reached out his hand to caress the glass, trying to feel for his children's warmth.

Kyungsoo could barely hold the male back, making him groan internally because, how much more humiliating could this get?

Kyungsoo shifted his gaze nervously away from the startled customers and looked out of the large shop windows, watching people walk and fill the streets with more human life and different forms of transport.

He could see Jongin's black and red Lamborghini all the way on the other side of the street in an outdoor car park that seemed to be very rarely used, judging by the chapped white paint that painted the lines and the ticket machine that didn't work anymore unless you poured water on it.

All Jongin had asked him to do was to go shopping with him.

It was only a simple task such as that, yet shopping with a young and free male that wants to buy anything that looks interesting even if he doesn't like it is one of the hardest things he's ever had to go through.

But as soon as the two of them were in the car, Jongin began to pull down a different street that most definitely wouldn't relocate his house.

It was partly Kyungsoo's fault for not asking though.

After the sudden change in route, Kyungsoo hadn't uttered a word, simply looking off into the distance with the same question repeating itself in his head as a strange sense of anticipation began to rise.

But as they drove into the car park and headed over to the pet clinic, Kyungsoo was in a state of confusion and disbelief.

What was he doing here? He doesn't even have any pets, right? I've never seen any around the house, so…

Suspicion was quick to rush into Kyungsoo, but all of that seemed to dissipate into speckles of nothing as he caught sight of Jongin running across the entire store until he found a large glass container that belonged to 3 small poodles and started crying with them.

Jongin was, once again, the reason for the dramatic commotions in Kyungsoo's quiet life.

He'd only wanted to get the shopping over with and go home. That was all he wished for, but as expected, being dragged along by the CEO's son was a scary thing.

That man had a social life that involved a series of strange events that he looked upon as normal and met up with at a hundred people everyday and knew all of the shop clerks around.

It was slightly unnerving, if he might say so himself.

"Jongin, you're here already?!" A clear, loud voice sounded from the far right corner of the shop, startling both of the males.

Kyungsoo's wide eyes scanned the area until they focused on a handsome young male with light brunette hair, who was standing there with a playful grin on his face, waving in their direction as he strode over.

"What, Minnie? Looking after my kids is my top priority, so of course I'd be here early!" Jongin said jokingly, letting out a breathy laugh as he approached the other male and hug-shook hands with him as their 'cool' way of greeting.

Kyungsoo didn't seem to agree though.

Minnie? Where have I heard that before…

Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrowed in thought, searching through the piles of information gathered in his head, reading through the lines as he hoped to recognize the name or face.

"Hm? Kyungsoo?! Long time no see, dude!" Before Kyungsoo knew it, the taller male was standing right in front of him, a surprised but welcoming smile on his face as they met eyes.

It was only when Kyungsoo deep brown eyes met the other's creamy hazelnut ones, did he remember.

"Oh, Minseok-hyung? What are you doing here and not the office?" Kyungsoo eyes blinked wide, finally registering that Minseok was one of Baekhyun's co-workers that he paired up with when Baekhyun was injured.

But he's an office worker… right?

Kyungsoo wasn't quite sure what Minseok was doing here, but judging by the cute baby blue apron he wore and his unusual ruffled hair down, he could conclude that he definitely wasn't here as a customer.

"This is my families pet clinic. My mother fell ill recently so I've been helping out from time to time whenever I get out of work early." The brunette let out a shy chuckle, rubbing the nape of his neck instinctively.

"Sorry to hear that. I hope she gets well soon and you'll be able to rest well afterwards." Kyungsoo smiled brightly at the taller, catching him off guard by how polite and observant the latter could be.

Nobody had noticed how tired Minseok had been lately.

Jongin had been quietly listening to their conversation from the sidelines, forgetting about his children for a minute as he observed their friendliness.

And there it was again. That sharp pain he felt in his chest.

He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

"Do you… guys know each other?" Jongin stepped forward slightly, questioning Minseok in particular who looked at him with curious eyes.

"Yep. We worked together in the office a while back. He was in a pair with me when he delivered things around town, so we got to know each other pretty well, though we haven't met since then." Minseok pursed his lips, scanning Jongin's expression with care as he slowly began to intake the situation.

Jongin… changed a lot.

"Hmm, is that so. So I don't need to do the honors of introducing the two of you, good for me." Jongin turned his nose up, dramatically speaking sarcasm as he shot a warning at the owner's son.

Minseok simply relied with a knowing sly grin, "Indeed, you don't. We know each other longer than you've known him, probably."

A heavy tension rose between the three males, silencing their conversation immediately.

Minseok could literally hear Jongin's arteries burst in rage, followed by a train of curse words that were all directed at him through a deadly glare that defied his forced smile.

Kyungsoo, obviously, completely oblivious to the situation seemed to overlook the atmosphere and dig right in.

"So, he keeps on mentioning those brat- I mean, dogs over there being his 'kids'. Am I correct to assume that they are his dogs, then?" Kyungsoo turned his body towards Minseok again who shifted his gaze away from a still raging Jongin, nodding in reply.

"Yes, those three are his beloved children. They were admitted here about two weeks ago because of health issues concerning two of the dogs, which we then decided to examine all three seems they're always together." Kyungsoo noticed the change in aura about the male.

It was a very professional aura that took all seriousness and dedication into his efforts, showing spectacular skill within the area of work.

It was very much admirable, in Kyungsoo's opinion. Minseok looked very much like he was enjoying every minute of being in the clinic and tending to the endless amounts of patients, but took care of each and every one of them with great care as if they were his own.

Such people were rare to find.

"And," Minseok turned to Jongin with a slightly more serious look, his mouth forming a frown as he spoke the data of which he had gathered. "It's a good job we did examine them all. It seemed that Jjangu had originally been infected through a wound of some sort. After that, Jjangah began showing signs of sickness which was the cause of a virus spreading around recently which Monggu caught soon afterwards but hadn't shown symptoms yet."

Jongin brows were also furrowed, an expression as strong as steel, but through his strong built walls, Kyungsoo could see the pools of sadness and concern that leaked from his eyes.

Yet another expression which Kyungsoo was unfamiliar with.

It was somehow alarming at how humane Jongin actually was and how much worry he held inside, especially as the CEO's son.

He must have a lot on his shoulders…

"But~" Minseok's tone suddenly brightened up, swallowing the words of darkness with good news, "I've treated the wound on Jjangu's leg and stitched it back up to look as good as new. Monggu and Jjangah have also been on medication for the last week and are back to normal health again, so they're good to go."

Kyungsoo let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't realized he'd been holding for the past couple of minutes and spared Jongin a quick glance, but for long enough to catch the relieved expression melt on his face and make his shoulder's slump back down, the stress finally subsiding.

A soft smile broke out onto Kyungsoo's face as he tried not to look at the dazzling male who's smile seemed to illuminate the animal habitant clinic.

"Is that so. Thank you, Minseok. I owe you one." Jongin gave the older a reassuring smile as Minseok patted his shoulders down gently.

"It's no biggie. We're friends and I'm one of the clinic owners so its only natural that I'd do at least that much for your beloved children." Minseok waved his hands around dramatically as he mocked Jongin's behavior towards his pets, earning a groan from the Jongin.

"Now, go take them home. I bet they're more than excited to get out of this old place." Minseok gave Jongin a playful slap on the back, pushing him towards where his dogs were impatiently whining for him.

He muttered a few curse words and a dirty look towards Minseok before heading over to his dogs, taking each one out of the glass box with care and placing them on the floor.

The shop became even louder after the three were set free on the first floor, running up and down the isles in excitement, their nails and paws slapping against the shiny tiles and barking incoherent words of joy and desperateness.

"Kyungsoo," Kyungsoo turned his head back towards Minseok with a questioning look on his face. "Treat him well, okay?"

Kyungsoo froze on the spot.

He was pretty sure that Minseok had noticed something and just worded it out with care as if to politely tease him about the topic.

But Kyungsoo couldn't even come up with anything to say back, and even if he did, the bright red blush that had flushed his pale skin a rosy pink all the way down to his neck would surely betray any word that would try to deny and fix the misunderstanding.

Basically, he was doomed.

"Byun…" Baekhyun could hear a voice. A deep voice.

"-hyun…Baek…" An persistent voice that called for him countless time, yet despite hearing it all, he didn't want to answer.

"Baekhyun." The voice was soft and kind, showing its affection through the timid tone. Not once did it get louder or agitated. As if it had patience reaching as far as the end of the earth.

Baekhyun favored the voice. Everything about it; from the bittersweet tone to the deep octaves in which it echoed through his ears. It was peaceful and provided the most relaxation he had felt in years.

Yet on the other hand, it was so familiar that it seemed almost annoying to him.

The voice that made him want to enter the world of dreams for longer was trying to drag him back into reality, which in Baekhyun's opinion, was very much worthy of getting punched for doing two things so effortlessly.

It irritated him to the point that even he couldn't rest any longer.

"Baekhy-"

"Ugh, shut up…" Baekhyun's voice came out as an irked croak that sounded deeper than usual as he sunk even deeper into the mattress below and buried his head into the soft pillows, wrapping his legs even tighter around the light sheets that provided the toasty warmth that he loved so much.

Hmm? That voice sounds awfully familiar but…

A low chuckled resonated through his ears, even closer than before, making him shudder at the sensation of warm breath tickling his ear.

"If you don't wake up soon, you'll be in trouble~" The devil-like voice dipped into a playful tone that sunk into his mind like a curse, waiting to be read aloud.

Baekhyun was quick to react to the warning, his eyes shooting open, blinking his sleep away in an alarmed manner. He let out a small mewl escape his lips as he tried to focus his sight and recognize his surroundings, patting around the bed for clues until he hit something.

He groped it absentmindedly, dismissing any thoughts that might have said not to or be wary.

Which was indeed, a big mistake.

Because he suddenly had a thought.

A thought that he hoped didn't connect the situation at hand together.

But it seemed to go hand in hand with each other, making his pulse increase as nervousness kicked in.

Not good, not good not good shit-

The moment Baekhyun looked up, he was met with the very person he wished not to be involved with. Especially not when they were both in the same bed together.

"Rise and shine, pretty boy. 'You sleep well? You're quite the looker, aren't you? Even though you just woke up, you look like sex." Chanyeol was lying extremely close to him, looking down into Baekhyun's eyes with a blatant smirk on his lips, as if he was proud of his shamelessness.

"W-what the… No, Chanyeol, why are you here? I-I mean, like… in the-" Baekhyun's eyes were wide open, shock still sinking in as he struggled to find his words.

"-In the same bed with you and slept with you for the past 4 hours? Because I wanted to and you didn't seem to put up much of a fight either. In fact," Chanyeol was clearly enjoying this, which never meant anything good. "you're quite the feisty type, did you know?"

Baekhyun's face flushed a deep red as he tried to push Chanyeol away, utterly speechless at his shameless behavior.

"W-w-what are you talking about?! I didn't d-do shit, you fucking perv!" Baekhyun's eyes avoided the taller's with all his might, trying to retaliate against Chanyeol's sly advances which he effortlessly succeeded in.

The blonde kicked and shoved the taller, but it showed no affect on Chanyeol as he pinned Baekhyun to the bed, hovering above him like a predator that had caught its most delicious prey.

"Hmm~ Are you sure about that? I'm pretty sure we're enacting out the same exact scene as last night, just less… needy?" Chanyeol cracked a smirk, finding amusement in his prey's predictable reactions, yet amazing expressions.

"H-hey! Don't get a-ahead of yourself, damn it, Ch-chanyeol!" Baekhyun glared at the dark-haired male with a slight sense of domination that Chanyeol admired, but dismissed it as cute.

"I dunno about that, Baekie~ You're wide open, you see?" With one last remark, Chanyeol swept down and caught the latter's lips with his own, the hands around the blonde's wrists tightening their grip.

Baekhyun's eyes widened in surprise, unable to process what Chanyeol was doing to him. All strength seemed to leave his body as his mind attempted to fight on through the blinding fog that slowly melted all sense of awareness away, despite the silence of his desperate shouting voice.

Chanyeol was quick to take advantage of Baekhyun's sudden unresponsive state and slipped his tongue in, earning a heated moan in response that made Chanyeol lean further into the kiss, using his tongue to discover each and every corner of the cave, tasting Baekhyun's sweet strawberry scent every time their tongues clashed in their elegant dance.

Chanyeol, beginning to feel the moment with pressuring emotions, released Baekhyun's right hand, bringing his own to cup the smaller's face, tilting his head slightly to make it more accessible.

Chanyeol, however, had been too naïve.

Baekhyun halted his body's movements beneath Chanyeol's, focusing all of his power into his free arm and hitting the back of Chanyeol's neck with all his might, making the male collapse on top of him.

Baekhyun's beathing was erratic, his entire body burned with a heat, hotter than fire. His mouth was numb from the pleasure that Chanyeol had forced upon him, saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth erotically, and tears threatening to fall.

Chanyeol grunted in pain, lifting himself up to meet face-to-face with Baekhyun again.

The moment Chanyeol observed the state Baekhyun was in, he nearly threw himself right at him again.

"W-w-w-what… is your problem?! How the fuck can you just do that all of a sudden?!" Baekhyun raised his voice in rage, humiliation sinking in as he tried to hide his face with his hands, but was stopped by Chanyeol's larger ones.

"Oh? I thought you had noticed already, by now. Did I jump forward too quickly?" Chanyeol blinked with innocent eyes, thinking to himself as his index finger came up to his chin.

"What? W-what is there to notice, you dumbass?!" Baekhyun was more than angry. He didn't even know what Chanyeol's problem was and why he… he... k-kissed him…

"My impure intentions." Chanyeol stated bluntly, making Baekhyun choke on air.

"I-i-impure?!" If Baekhyun's flushed face could light up a lamp, he's sure that he'd already lighted ten of them.

Chanyeol cocked his head to the side, knowingly, "You really didn't notice? I was being pretty clear about it too…"

T-that… All of the happenings were for this?! Because of whatever he means by 'impure intentions'?! Th-then… all of that harassment at work… and creepy conversations…

"N-no, no. I noticed. But, no, why are you doing this? This isn't right." Baekhyun's head felt like he was on a never-ending rollercoaster that twisted and turned in abnormal, unexpected ways that Baekhyun was not mentally nor physically prepared to go down yet.

"Because you've perked my interest, Byun Baekhyun." Chanyeol flashed a cocky smile that Baekhyun wished he could wipe away along with his existence.

Baekhyun didn't even need to know the details to understand that Chanyeol's 'interest' in him wasn't safe nor going to disappear anytime soon.

He knew himself, that he was caught in the spider's web, just where Chanyeol wanted him. And it would be a long, great struggle to ever escape the sticky ongoing web.

Baekhyun felt the need to get out of the situation quickly.

He needed to escape and make sure that he was out of Chanyeol's reach.

He needed…

"Coffee? I need coffee…uhm, so I'm gonna go make some?" Baekhyun's words sounded more like a statement rather than a question as he scrambled out from beneath Chanyeol's unmoving body, running for the door.

SERIOUSLY, BYUN BAEKHYUN?! IS COFFEE THE BEST YOU CAN DO?! WILL COFFEE BE YOUR PUPPET THAT YOU USE FOR YOUR ESCAPE PLANS EVERYTIME?!

Just as Baekhyun had scurried over to the door, clicking it open, Chanyeol spoke one more time after he let out a bright laugh "Make me some, too."

Baekhyun couldn't help the blush that appeared on his face, this time.

He left the door open and ran down the hallway in search for the stairs to take him to the kitchen. After finding them, he almost felt dirty for running down the spotless, shiny marble surface with his bare feet and broke ass.

And it was only then that he realized that his legs felt incredibly cold and bare again. Like deja vu. But it wasn't, because he must have woken up earlier and realized the same thing and sworn the same words he was muttering under his breath this very second.

I cri

Just as he arrived at the first floor, he heard the main door click open.

Baekhyun froze on the spot, not noticing Chanyeol following him until he came to a halt in front of Baekhyun who was startled by his sudden appearance.

Why am I so jumpy, Jesus Christ… And where the FUCK are my pants?!

The sound of scratching suddenly filled the, otherwise, silent room and the barking and whining obviously concluded to the fact that dogs had entered the house.

"Oh, Chanyeol, you're here?" Baekhyun peaked out from behind Chanyeol's tall being, catching sight of the handsome tanned male, making his heart skip a beat. "And…?"

"Oh, Jongin, this is my co-worker-" Just as Chanyeol was about to introduce the two, a smaller male emerged from behind Jongin, face morphing into one of shock and surprise as the two met gazes.

"Baekhyun?!"

"Kyungsoo?!"

Another cliffhanger… yay? I hope you're enjoying the story so far and the… unexpected heated scene back there that I wasn't even planning on writing but, ya know….

I have exams all of this week and I go on a school trip for another week so do expect another late upload because I have like 5 other stories I'm writing great idea kids.

See ya next time~