So, Finally, here´s the chapter xD

Before I start I just wanted to make sure that everyone understands what happens at the beginning of this chapter. In Berlin there are many people who pretend to be beggars but have indeed enough money, or a job and so on to live from. Some have started with buying roses just to literally throw them into peoples hands, then begin telling them some sort of made-up sob story and pester people till they pay for the rose they don´t even want. (Yes, I speak from experience and I don´t intend to be mean or harsh, but I´ve seen those people meet with one another to make up another story, and it happens really often.

Have fun reading ^.^

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Chanyeol fondly watched the way Baekhyuns eyes sparkled, even at seeing something rather trivial, at least in Chanyeols opinion, as the inner city of Berlin.

To Chanyeol it was nothing special; To be honest he had actually planned to avoid the place like the pest, already growing annoyed when only thinking about the polluted air, the crowd of many people, beggars or greedy people (Not that he thought beggars were greedy people, no; He knew that most of the time, they didn´t decide to be out on the street, without work and without home, knew that life had treated them unfairly, at least most of them. Although he didn´t grow up poor or even with normal standards, didn´t mean he was a snob; He knew how to work to get his own money, knew that not everything came to fall in his lap. But he also knew that not everyone out there had an unfortunate fate, that some people used the innocent hearts of the people wanting to help those in need, knew that not everyone telling a sob story actually had a sob story. He couldn´t deny the disgust he felt for people of such sort, having experienced too many himself.).

So yeah, you could say the city wasn´t Chanyeols favorite place.

He just didn´t see the appeal, after all it was something that existed almost everywhere.

So Baekhyuns awe-struck behavior only endeared him all the more to Chanyeol.

“Chan! I´ve never seen a city so big! How come you aren´t… I don´t know, happy? Aren´t you happy to see something like this?”

Baekhyun had turned his gaze to the tallers, droopy eyes crinkling up as a smile brightened his face, so Chanyeol couldn´t help the, somewhat breathy, yes, indeed I am. That escaped his lips.

Baekhyun, noticing the intensity of Chanyeols gaze, felt a light blush dusting his cheeks, causing him to awkwardly clear his throat and look away, biting his lips before suddenly taking Chanyeols hand in his.

Chanyeol was more than surprised and didn´t bother hiding his amused smile.

With that the two of them began to walk, just lazily strolling around the city, with Baekhyun pointing out random things, adorable mile on his lips as his excitement seemed to find no end.

It wasn´t until after about 40 Minutes into their walk that Chanyeol saw the thing that bothered him most at cities.

Not able to supress his annoyed groan, Chanyeol looked around, trying to count how many of them were there.

He counted about five, both men and women, who had at least 12 roses each, going to random persons, giving them a rose just to suddenly say that they want money and telling them some sort of obviously not true sob story, most of the time getting rejected but still stubbornly pestering the people.

Chanyeol gave a sigh, wanting to tell Baekhyun to walk further as to not be bothered by those, only to realize that his lover was already a few steps ahead of him, apparently talking with a woman with the same purpose of selling said roses.

The woman had suspiciously well brushed hair as well as expensive looking nails, obviously having more money than she wanted to let on but barely concealing the fact.

Chanyeol stepped nearer, unsure if Baekhyun could handle sending away such persons.

He nearly bristled when he saw Baekhyun accepting the rose with a giggle, giving the lady 4 dollars, 4 ing dollars, before waving at her and walking in his direction, small, admittedly cute, smile plastered upon his face.

Chanyeol knew that technically, 4 dollars weren´t much. Technically.

But he also knew how hard Baekhyun worked to support himself, how he almost always refused Chanyeols help in such things and couldn´t help but feel angry at the way he just wasted that money on a woman who surely had more than enough, more than the small male.

So as Baekhyun came to him, pretty rose held in pretty hands, the first thing the Giant said was “Please don´t tell me you were naïve enough to believe whatever story she told you, please.”

Baekhyun gave a sheepish laugh, shaking his head. “Of course I didn´t, not even I could believe her that she works every day for sixteen hours, scrubbing her hands raw and all.”

Chanyeol could not deny the relief he felt upon knowing that Baekhyun wasn´t guided into doing anything he didn´t want, knowing fully well how gullible the smaller male was.

Still, he couldn´t get around demanding a reason. “Why did you buy the rose, then? You just wasted 4 dollars, I know you didn´t take much money with you. Why would you give someone, who obviously has enough, even more money? That doesn´t make sense.”

Baekhyun looked up at him then, only to avert his gaze to the rose again, before giving a sigh. “Of course I knew she was fake.” He repeated, once again looking up to stare into the taller man´s eyes.

“But I´m sure she had a reason. Did you see her hands, Chan? She doesn´t work, probably never had to. So why would she do this? It surely isn´t an activity she particularly enjoys. So she must have a reason. Whatever that reason may be, I don´t know. But she´s making an effort, even stepping this low. Maybe for someone she loves? Who knows. But I couldn´t just let her efforts go to waste.”

Again he looked at the rose, having been the only white one between all the red ones, looing so pure that it reminded Chanyeol of Baekhyun.

Said male gave a sort of dreamy sigh, gaze wandering off as he twirled the white, glistening rose between his slender fingers, Voice quiet, smooth and even as he said “Besides, I´ve always wanted someone to give me a rose. This may not have been the most romantic occasion, but it´s enough, don´t you think?

And he gave the giant a smile, so pure and full of innocence and somehow love, that he could feel his throat go dry, struck by Baekhyuns whole being.

Yes, he thought absentmindedly, watching the petite male admire the rose between his fingers, I´d definitely stoop that low for you, only for you.

And as Baekhyun seemed to notice his staring, cheeks tinting red in reaction, he couldn´t help the swelling of his heart as he laid an arm around the puppy like male´s waist, kissing his very red cheek and receiving an embarrassed squeak in return.

Yes, surely, for Byun Baekhyun he´d stoop even as low as selling such roses.

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Baekhyun timidly played with his fingers, unsure about how to go with what he wanted to say.

Him and Chanyeol currently were sitting in a small, homey, café, relatively empty with just a few customers focusing on themselves, leaving a comfortable atmosphere.

Chanyeol had gotten up to order for them (A black coffee and a simple baguette for himself, always claiming Baekhyun already made his life sweet enough, while Baekhyun, totally the opposite of his tall lover, wanted a hot cocoa with marshmallows and whipped cream coupled with a piece of strawberry cake. There was a reason he could keep those juicy thighs of his, alright? And besides, life was too short to resist sweets.), leaving Baekhyun to debate about his thoughts by himself.

He was fully aware of the fact that Chanyeol didn´t want him to spend money on anything, but when he had seen something that he just knew would make the taller happy, he couldn´t resist buying it for Chanyeol.

His red haired lover had always been a fa of football, soccer, Fußball, in whatever language you wanted to call it. And Baekhyun knew, having listened thousands of times to Chanyeol practically gushing about the rather famous sport art, and knowing the effort his giant put into their vacation, Baekhyun wanted to make him happy too.

The small male had already known that today there´d be a game, with Chanyeols favorite team playing no less.

So when he saw the tickets for public viewing, an event he knew Chanyeol loved to participate in, without much thought he bought two of them, keen on enjoying something his boyfriend loved together with the taller.

Even if it did cost him almost half of the money he brought with him, he regretted nothing.

His only problem was how to tell Chanyeol that he had bought the tickets. He was awkward when it came to such things.

So when Chanyeol walked back to their table, drinks and food on a tablet while Baekhyuns mind was a mess, the first thing the small male blurted out was

“I paid public football for you!”

Seeing the weird gaze Chanyeol send him, the petite male couldn´t help but blush, an embarrassed whine leaving his lips, upon which he received a chuckle from the giant.

“Could you repeat that, please?” the deep voice asked, dripping with amusement.

Baekhyun, still feeling embarrassment, cleared his throat, attempting to say a sentence that would make more sense this time, but still feeling nervous about the revelation he tried to make.

“W-well… A few days ago you had told me that today there´d be a football game with your favorite team, r-right? Well, today I saw someone selling tickets for a really famous publi