“Psst, Chanyeol?”

"Huh?"

I wake with a start.

I don’t exactly remember how I got back into my bedroom. I don’t exactly remember falling asleep either.

“Baekhyun?”

He grins and pulls me closer to him.

Hang on.

Byun Baekhyun is in my bed.

Byun Baekhyun does not have a shirt on.

I do not have a shirt on.

What?

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything,” Baekhyun tells me, as if sensing my distress.

“I thought you’d be more comfortable sleeping without the shirt.”

I trust Baekhyun, but it is instinctual that I run my hand down underneath the blankets to check that I actually have pants on.

Boxers are all I wear.

Oh no.

“Stop hyperventilating, Chanyeol!” Baekhyun hushes me.

“But you saw them!” I squeak.

What am I talking about exactly?

Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star, all over my scantily clad private parts.

You are like a five year old Chanyeol. Oh my Lord.

Thanks, brain.

“Hey, it’s OK. Your boxers are quite cute.”

I attempt to bring my hand back up so I can push my hair out of my face.

Oh God.

Is that…?

Chanyeol, what did you just touch?

I didn’t… did I?

Yes, you just did. You just touched Byun Baekhyun somewhere inappropriate.

“Sorry!” I squeak.

Man, this is awkward.

But Byun Baekhyun doesn’t seem to care at all. No.

He’s happy, he’s got one of the iest smirks on his face, and I can’t help but feel by his facial expression.

His hair is messy, spread out all over my pillow. He hasn’t quite cleaned off his eyeliner from last night, and it’s run a little making him look a little like a panda.

A very hot, attractive panda.

Chanyeol, get your hand away from that.

What?

Your hand is still there.

What.

Oh.

Oh!

“Sorry!” I apologise again.

Baekhyun shrugs.

“It’s alright.”

Byun Baekhyun jumps up so he’s sitting on top of me, his body pressed so closely to mine. He presses his lips closely to mine, pushing his tongue against my mouth.

“What are you doing?”

I gasp, and Baekhyun flicks his tongue into my mouth. He pulls away seconds later.

“You’re really hot,” he whispers seductively in my ear.

I grunt huskily as he sinks his teeth into my neck, effectively marking me as his own. He lets his tongue trail down my jawline and I can help but moan very loudly.

“Baek-”

I gasp, unable to finish my sentence.

I’ve never felt this good before.

“I like it when you call me that, Chanyeol.”

I can’t understand why Baekhyun still doesn’t sound breathless, whilst I am lying here with my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he touches me in ways I didn’t know I could ever be touched before.

Baekhyun traces my scars with his fingers and moves his head downwards, kissing my scars softly.






















“Chanyeol?”

The door is pushed open.

“ARGH!!”

I throw a pillow at the door. Stupid Kai. Stupid Sehun.

The door is quickly closed again.

“Sorry, we thought you were in pain or something!”
Sehun yells back.

“Didn’t know you were ing!”
Kai adds.

ing?

“OH MY GOD GUYS, I’M NOT TOUCHING MYSE-“ I squeak.

“Oh God, that feels so good!” I breathe at Baekhyun.

He only chuckles, pulling himself back up to claim my mouth again.

“Mmmmf, stop!” I push Baekhyun off me and run out into the living room.

“GUYS, I WAS NOT ING!!!”
I shout at the others, slapping Sehun on the back.

Oh.

Brilliant Chanyeol, you just woke up Kris, Tao, and Kyungsoo by telling them you weren’t ing. Brilliant.

I screech and run into a wall, almost knocking myself out.

Baekhyun emerges from my room.

“Let’s continue this at my place,” he grabs my arm and pulls me out of the apartment, leaving some very surprised faces in his wake.

I splutter but go ahead with it anyway.

I figure it's Byun Baekhyun. How could you not?