Today is Sunday.
And like any other people in the world, it’s completely natural for you to not wanting to wake up so early in the morning and prefer to just laze around the bed all day. But it turns out you can’t, because apparently someone forgot to set off the alarm last night.
“Baek,” you groan, voice sounding hoarse and heavy from sleep. You don’t bother to open your eyes, just wishing that Baekhyun was there to turn the goddamn thing off.
Unfortunately, the blaring sound of your alarm ringtone keeps floating through the air, making you want to tear your ears away from your head. “Baekhyun, turn it off…”
You moan softly against your pillow, not wanting to wake up and start the day but since the alarm won’t go off—where the hell is your husband anyway?—you just have to deal with it by yourself.
“Damn it, Baek!” You protest in your half-sleep state, slamming your hand against the bed, only to find it empty on the side. Baekhyun’s already up, it seems. You throw a train of dirty words before you finally grab your phone and shut it off.
Finally, silence welcomes you again.
But you always have this habit that once you’re up, it’d be hard for you to fall asleep again.
Well, for you.
You finally climb down the bed with an annoyed grunt and angry eyebrows. You don’t even make an effort to smoothen down your long, white button-up shirt—or to be perfectly clear, Baekhyun’s white button-up shirt—or even try to fix your crazy bed hair. You just stroll down to the kitchen where you can hear something clanking against steel and pans.
Maybe your half-lidded eyes are tricking you, but at the moment, you’re seeing your husband, Byun Baekhyun, standing next to the kitchen’s table with an apron—your cute, pink apron—wrapped around his waist and plates on his hands. He even wears a small hair clip—your star-shaped hair clip—to keep the bangs out of his eyes. Aside from his super manly boxer, he appears like a thirteen-year-old girl, trying to make a cute bento for her soccer-player boyfriend.
You stifle a laugh and walk towards him with ninja steps.
“Good morning, wifey,” you say as you sneakily wrap your hands around his waist. Baekhyun creates this little shriek that makes him seem even girlier, but he immediately clears his throat like a true man to make it up. When he cranes his head to the side to see you, he gives you a pout but plays around with your joke.
“Good morning, my dear husband,” Baekhyun says in his girly voice, even twirling his body around and sways his hips flamboyantly. Maybe he’s trying to imitate you—even though you do not behave like that. He sets the plate down for two on the dining table, along with the spoons and the forks.
You want to laugh at him, but there’s a smell of something burning. “Are you still cooking something?”
“Huh?” He asks before he realizes that yes, he is cooking something. “Oh crap!”
He immediately runs to the stove, shutting the fire down and raise the pan that is starting to produce this black cloudy smoke above it. “I think the egg is still okay,” he says, trying to blow the smoke away.
You sigh but secretly smile when you gently back-hug him once more as he tries to place the almost-burnt egg to a new plate. “Good morning, Baek,” you murmur, kissing him on the nape.
Baekhyun smiles back, throwing his pan away and turns around to face you before he leans his back to the kitchen’s counter. “If you want to kiss me, do it properly,” he says with a smirk, tapping his lips with his finger.
You roll your eyes at him but leans it to kiss him on the lips. The moment your lips meet, though, he abruptly pulls away and covers his nose with one hand. “Eew, morning breath!” He protests exaggeratingly in a muffled voice. “Get your stinky breath away from me!”
You glare at him and smack him on the stomach before you turn on your heels, wanting to get away from him like he wants you to.
But Baekhyun doesn’t mean it though. He’s always like that. You know that too, but it’s fun to play along once in a while. He grabs you by the wrist, twirls you around until you fall back to his arms and kisses you softly on the mouth. “You actually don’t smell that bad,” Baekhyun says, “But can’t you at least make yourself presentable for your husband? Go wash your face and brush you teeth. I will not have a breakfast together with a girl who looks like a hobo.”
“You mean like a trucker?” you tease, remembering the old days when Baekhyun used to criticize your look by saying that T word.
“No, I mean like a hobo,” Baekhyun repeats firmly. “Do you mind if I check on your hair for a little? I think I just saw some bird dying there.”
“,” you cuss back, shoving him away but he starts making this kissy face that actually looks a little creepy but it always manages to warm your heart. “Fine, I’ll go wash my face, but I’m gonna need my hair clip for that.” Without his permission, you already snatch it back from his hair and he winces when you accidently pull a few strands away by it. You can’t hear his whine because you already go your way to the bathroom.
Somehow, even though being married doesn’t really mean anything other than a change of your status in public, it does make everything seem different with the two of you. In the first two years of being officially married, Baekhyun can’t ever keep his hands away from you. Sometimes it’s just some simple kisses on the cheek or your temple—kisses that are intimate and full of affection. But any other times, Baekhyun kisses you like he’s literally hungry for your kiss. You don’t know which one you like best so you end up with choosing ‘every kiss I share with Byun Baekhyun is my favorite’ category.
“Ah, finally,” Baekhyun cooes when you step into the dining room with more proper-looking hair and minty breath. You’re still wearing his shirt, though, because you know he likes it that way. “Turns out the Hobo is Juliet in disguise after all. O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”
You want to palm your face because holy hell, your husband is just so embarrassing.
“Come on, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun tempts, grinning boyishly. “You know what to say next.”
“Ugh fine, stop doing that creepy smile,” you mutter but he knows you secretly love that grin. “What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”
Baekhyun takes a step closer, pulling you into his arms and embraces you from behind. He moves his lips closer to your ear, making sure that they graze your earlobe as he whispers, “Exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.”
Baekhyun is disgustingly cheesy and he’s done it a few times before but somehow this always succeeds to put a never-ending smile on your face. “I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,” you say, putting on an act as well but when Baekhyun leans it to kiss you, you add, “you stupid, greasy bacon.”
Baekhyun pulls away with a whine. “Aaw, why did you do that? Juliet would’ve never said something like that.”
“Shut up and just kiss me.”
“Okay, let’s stick to your version of Juliet. I like that,” he says and kisses you firmly on your smiling lips.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun says, nuzzling his nose against yours before he steals one more kiss.
You giggle. “Just how many times should we say good morning to each other before we can finally grab ourselves some breakfast?”
“Mmm…” Baekhyun softly groans beside your ear as you feel one of his hands start to slip under your shirt. “I’d rather eat you instead.”
Then there’s the part. Baekhyun is simply insatiable when it comes to this, but that works well because apparently you are too—though you won’t admit it loudly. The two of you have always had a very active ual life to begin with, but being married makes everything more adventurous. Baekhyun is never really shy to say what he wants to do or try with you in bed. Or against the wall. Or in the shower box. Or on the couch. Or on the kitchen’s floor. Or sometimes, maybe on the dining table. Well basically, every surface in this apartment that is big enough for two people to have on it.
Sometimes he can be all romantic and cute and bubbly, and sometimes he can be so rough and feisty, and demanding, and dominating, and just being his the-lord-of-all--beasts self. You also can’t choose which side of him you like the most, so just like before, you choose the ‘any kind of with Byun Baekhyun is my favorite’ option.
Since there are too many categories, you finally just make a conclusion that his entire being is your favorite. Maybe that’s the very general reason why people agree to be married and to spend the rest of their lives with someone. It’s a very simple explanation, really.
“Oh my God, that was…” You breathe out loudly, reeling in your post stress and gasp for more air. You have your back on the kitchen’s floor, with your legs resting on his lap.
Baekhyun is also breathless, staring at the ceiling with his back against the leg of the kitchen’s counter. “Best ever?” he offers.
“Oh, the very best,” you admit, croaking out a throaty laugh. “Baekhyun, that we just did was so great, it makes me kind of sad that Lu Han didn’t get to see it. ‘Cause if he had witnessed the whole thing, he would’ve cried like a baby. And you know why?”
Baekhyun already looks amused. “Why?”
“‘Cause he got nothing to compare with us, that ,” you say. “He said he had all the experience in the world when it came to ? Huh! I don’t think he’ll know what to do when we give him a jar of olives.”
“Oh yeah the olives. Mmm, that was y.” Baekhyun groans, nibbling his bottom lip in the way that should be sinful enough to look at. You swear inside your mind, thinking that maybe Baekhyun is a star in his previous life, because damn, he’s just so y and seductive.
“We were so great,” you say again, “that I’m starting to feel sorry because we didn’t video taped the whole thing.”
“Yeah, okay, Sweetheart.” Baekhyun laughs, dipping his finger to the rest of the strawberry jam that’s smeared everywhere across your stomach. “Hey, now that I thought about it,” he speaks, the jam off his fingertips. “We’ve never done that position before, have we?”
You already know what he’s referring to without him putting more details on it. “Oh dear God, we have not,” you answer, giggling drunkenly as you sit up and press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. He still tastes like chocolate, but he’s always been this sweet. “And I did not know we could use strawberries for that, Baek. I don’t think I’ll be able to look at them in the same way ever again.”
He chuckles, stroking your thigh idly as he kisses your jawlines. “Aren’t you happy for marrying somebody as creative as I am?”
“I prefer the word ‘ed’, actually, but whatever keeps you sleep at night,” you say, running a hand through his tousled hair and purr softly under his touch. After pulling and nibbling on his lower lip for a little bit, you let him go and lie down on the floor again.
“You wish you were as creative as I am,” Baekhyun retorts, closing his eyes and leaned his head against the side of the kitchen’s counter. “Man, if we do this every morning, I don’t think we need to go to gym anymore.”
“Oh, come on.” You want to roll your eyes. “We never go to gym, Baek. Especially you.”
“What do you mean especially me?”
“Well, you never work out.”
“I do work out!” He corrects, poking your thigh. “You just never see me when I do.”
“Dancing to Genie in the shower does not mean you work out, Baekgu.”
He goes flustered. “I don’t dance to Genie!”
“Oh my bad,” you correct, grinning. “I mean, The Boys.”
“Yah! I really do exercise! Like, real workout session!”
“Whatever, I don’t care.” You grin, tickling his stomach with the thumb on your right foot. “I love how squishy you are, Baek. You and your squish cheeks and squishy tummy and squishy thighs—”
“Why you little—” He grabs your legs and drags you closer to him before he blows raspberry to your navel. “You’re just as squishy as I am.”
“Girls are meant to be squishy and cute,” you retort, giggling when he kisses the area around your belly button. “You know, we should do this again sometimes.”
“I don’t know, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun says, climbing up your body and wipes the rest of the whipped cream out of your bottom lip with his thumb. “All of this is making my scrambled egg cold.” He seals your lips with his.
You only shake your head in amusement before you push him back until he lands on his and sit back on his lap. Baekhyun winces a bit—he’s still a bit sensitive there. But he lets you kiss him along his adam’s apple and puts his hands idly around your waist.
“So,” he starts speaking when you try to clean the rest of the caramel sauce off his digits with your tongue. “You forgive me then?”
“Forgive your for what?” you ask, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the way your shirt is hanging off your shoulders. You know Baekhyun has started ogling at your bare chest.
“For forgetting our date,” Baekhyun answers and you immediately back away when he tries to kiss you again. He looks surprised. “What, you don’t remember?”
Oh right! You claim in your head. Last night was…
“Damn it, Baek,” you muttered angrily under your breath, sighing loudly as you placed your hands on your hips and stared at the ticking clock. “Where the hell are you?”
That morning, Baekhyun had promised you that he would be home by seven, and that he would have a proper dinner together with you to make up for the lost time. Since Baekhyun was still trying to find a permanent job, his schedules weren’t easy to keep up with. He was doing a different kind of work each day, going to different music companies, playing in different shows, and most of the times, he would come home so late that you would probably be sleeping by the time he’d reached the room you two shared. And since you were the new dance teacher at the school you were working for, you had to wake up so early in the morning and leave before he could even blink his eyes open or wipe the drool off his chin. It became rare for you two to have a nice date together, or even to just have a small talk while watching TV with Baekhyun’s head on your lap. You missed him so bad, thus when he said he would make it up tonight by having a nice dinner with you, you couldn’t be any happier.
But the thing was, seven p.m was like four hours (and seventeen minutes) ago, and the douchebag still hadn’t come home.
You sighed, throwing your TV remote away to the side of your couch because no, not even Lee Minho could divert your attention away from your asswipe husband. And to think that you’d cooked a whole set of bulgogi and kimchi fried rice for him! Byun Baekhyun was going to pay for this.
About forty minutes later, the front door was dragged open, showing Mr. Byun, who was laughing at the phone he held in one hand.
“Oh, hi,” he said, still grinning and flashed you his phone’s screen. “Look, you wouldn’t believe what Joonmyun just texted me—”
“Let me guess,” you said, smiling kindly as you stood up and face him with your hands folded on your chest. “Did he send something like, ‘hey , your wife’s been waiting for you for five hours. Where the hell are you?’”
“Oh!” Baekhyun’s eyes went wide as the realization hit him straight on the head. “Oh crap, I forgot.”
You huffed loudly to the air. “Well, there you go. No ing tonight,” you said, “You can sleep on the couch.”
“What?” Baekhyun complained, hanging his coat to the coat stand before he placed his bag on the couch and glanced to the dining table. He saw the whole set of dinner you just made especially for him and he looked genuinely sorry. “Well damn, you’ve prepared everything.”
“Yeah well, I had five hours to cook, waiting for my idiotic husband to come home,” you spat back. “Go eat your dinner.”
“Err…” Baekhyun threw this awkward, guilty grin. “I already ate. Joonmyun bought me some food before I went here.”
“He—what?!” you gaped, ears going red from anger. “Unbelievable!”
“But, Sweetheart, you know how Joonmyun likes to treat people with his money—”
“NOT Kim Joonmyun, you . YOU! You’re unbelievable!”
He flinched from the shout. “I’m sorry, Jagi—”
You raised a fist, threatening him with it. “I swear to God, Baek, if you try to ‘jagiya’ me I’m going to punch you through the wall.”
“Sweetheart, then? Hehe~” he sent you another bratty grin.
You responded with a mean glare that managed to shut him up for a while. “I spent the whole night cooking and waiting for you and our date, and you ate with Joonmyun outside?!”
“Well, it’s rude to say no when someone wants to treat you—”
“You promised me we were going to have dinner together!”
“Well, I forgot! I thought the date was tomorrow.”
“I reminded you this evening!” You threw your hands in the air. “I freaking texted you: Baekgu, don’t forget about our dinner date TONIGHT!”
Baekhyun scratched his nape. “My phone died.”
You took him by the collar and shook his whole body with hard tugs on his shirt for every time you shout a word to his face. “YOU ING SHOWED ME YOUR PHONE WHEN YOU JUST GOT HERE, BAEK, AND I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS ON!”
“Oh, right…” Baekhyun realized that he just got caught red-handedly. Patting your knuckles to disperse your fury away, he asks with a puppy look on his face, “I’m sorry?”
You scoffed loudly, shoved him away, and just went to the bedroom, slamming the door right on his face.
“Sweetheart?” Baekhyun called from the other side, knocking on the door. “Sweetheart, come on. I said I’m sorry.”
“Go away, Baek.”
“But honey, that’s my room too.”
“I don’t care. Go jump out the window or something.”
“We live on the tenth floor!”
“Great, then you’ll at least experience skydiving before you die.”
“That is not funny.”
“Go try and see if I laugh.”
“Sweetheart, please~” he begged. “If you let me in, I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“But you don’t even know what I have to offer—”
“You’re going to bribe me with . Not gonna work anymore, Baek. Go have with Hippie the Hippo for all I care.”
He gasped loudly at the mention of the innocent fluffy hippopotamus doll he once won at the arcade. “You did not just bring Hippie into this! He’s like our own child!”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance and kicked the door hard enough to the point you started feeling the burn on your foot. Baekhyun didn’t stop whining, but eventually you got used to it and slept the night away.
“Ah!” You shout when the flashback ends inside your head. You are back to glaring at him with daggers in your eyes and you punch him on the chest. “You !”
“Ouch, dear God,” he groans, clutching his arms to his chest. “Why did you have to punch me on the s? Jesus Christ, woman, have some mercy!”
“Shut up, you don’t have s,” you snap back, pinching his cheek. “I hate you.”
He laughs, pulling you back into his arms and peppers you with tiny kisses along the side of your face. “Mmm, but I love you. What should we do about it?”
“Oh God,” you sigh impatiently, but letting him kiss his way down your neck. “Why did I say yes when you asked me to marry you?”
“Because I’m cute and handsome and hot and perfect for you,” he says, pecking your lips before he stands up and brings you to your feet as well. “And I’ve made you the best breakfast ever.”
As he guides you to the kitchen’s table, you frown and groan. “Are you going to force me to eat your cold scrambled eggs? Baekhyun, that’s like prison’s food.”
“Well, great, because you’re my prisoner of love.”
You grab him by the collar, almost choking him by that but he laughs like there’s no tomorrow.
“Okay, okay, no cold scrambled eggs.” He chuckles, because really, his scrambled eggs already don’t taste so good to begin with. “Or, we can just cook another breakfast together?” he offers, grinning excitedly like a child.
You sigh restlessly but fall for his beautiful eye-smile like always. “Together as in I’m the only one who does all the work, right?” you ask, buttoning up your shirt properly and puts back your underwear. Baekhyun whistles at the sight of you pulling up your .
“My wife,” Baekhyun says, grinning proudly to himself. “So y.”
“Oh my God, you’re so gross. You sound like a bald, gross-looking old man who likes to young girls’ in a crowded train,” you say but can’t help not to laugh along with him.
“Well that’s very detailed.”
“Go put your shirt back on, you jackass.”
After a half an hour making proper scrambled eggs—your scrambled eggs—with pancakes, sausages, and bacon, you two sit opposite each other on the dining table.
“So, what did you want to tell me about Joonmyun?” you ask, taking a bite of your pancake.
“Oh, he got scolded by the headmaster,” your husband replies, chuckling. “He’s a teacher and he gets scolded by the headmaster. One and only Kim Joonmyun, Ladies and Gentlemen.”
“For what, being late?”
“For getting caught reading an adult book in front of children, and distributing it to them.”
You almost burst out your orange juice from your mouth. “What?”
“Yeah.” Baekhyun’s laughing in the way that’s too cute for his age. “He was reading Fifty Shades of Grey in class, and one of the students tried to bully him by taking his book away. And that’s when the headmaster came in. He thought Joonmyun was lending books to children.”
“Oh my God!” You exclaim loudly in surprise. “Why would he even bring that kind of book to school? He’s teaching like a bunch of seven years-olds!”
“I know, right?” Baekhyun chuckles again, taking a mouthful of eggs. “I think it had something to do with his wife. You know how crazily and dominating she is.”
“Chief Editor Kim?” you ask, chewing your bacon. “Yeah, I don’t like her. She always orders him around. Does she even love him?”
“I don’t know.” Baekhyun shrugs. “It was an arranged marriage after all.”
“He loves her, though, right?”
“Oh, he’s so head over heels for her, Sweetheart.”
“Poor Joonmyunnie.” You huffed, starting to play with your food. “He’s such a nice guy. He used to let me borrow free books from his bookstore.”
“But he’s not nicer than your squishy husband, right?” Baekhyun sends you a wink and you pretend to air-slap it away.
You place your chin on your palm as you prop an elbow on the table. “I don’t get why she’s always being mean to him, you know?” you say, staring at Baekhyun with lazy eyes.
“Well, Joonmyun is so bulliable,” he replies. “I think he even finds some joy in getting bullied. You know how weird and deep down ed he is.”
You only hum in agreement. “And how’s Chanyeol? Haven’t met him in a while.”
“He’s getting better,” Baekhyun says, the chili sauce off his thumb and you scold him for being so gross.
“Medically speaking?” you ask.
“Yep,” Baekhyun confirms. “Don’t worry, he’s fine.”
“That’s great,” you say, smiling at your plate at the thought of Chanyeol’s condition. “What about their relationship, though? ‘Cause she wouldn’t tell me anything about it, not even a little bit.” You’re a bit bummed with the fact that your best friend stops telling secrets to you or even sharing stories in general. She says she doesn’t have time for it because she’s so busy dealing with her band tours, but you don’t buy it at all. Ever since college and Chanyeol happened, she has started to distance herself away from you.
“I think they’re okay,” Baekhyun replies, “His family still won’t accept her, but I think they’re happy for now. He just opened his own bar, have I told you that?”
“Yeah,” you respond, nodding your head. “They’re really starting from scratch, aren’t they?”
“Yep, just like us,” Baekhyun agrees. “And they’ve been trying to have a baby, he said.”
“What?” you shriek for the second time that day. “He told you that? She never told me anything about it!” You make a note to call your best friend after this and interrogate the living hell out of her. She can’t just keep things away from you like that.
“Maybe she wants it to be a surprise?” Baekhyun offers, finally finished with his breakfast. “Hey, enough talking about them. Let’s talk about us.”
“Hmm…” You smile knowingly at him, lacing your fingers together and lay your chin on them. “What do you want to talk about? How beautiful I look this morning?”
“Oh you read my mind.” He rolls his eyes, almost in the same way like you always do. You start to think that maybe the eye-rolling thing is contagious. “No, Sweetheart. I want to talk about something else.”
“Oh.” When you notice how his eyes are dead serious, you quit your teasing right away. “What is it?”
“Are you…” He starts but hesitates in the middle. “Are you happy with me?”
You stop, blinking for a few seconds until you’re convinced that he really just asks that question. Why is he being all serious about it? Wanting to ease the tension away, you answer him with sarcastic words. “No, I’m not happy. You still don’t close the toilet seat after you used it. I’m extremely unhappy because of that.”
“I’m serious,” Baekhyun says, lowering his voice. “I need to know this.”
You gaze deep into his eyes and see all the concern and anxiety hidden in his eyes. You take his hand and squeeze it gently. “Of course, I’m happy. Baekhyun, I’m marrying the one that I love, how can I not be happy?”
“Well…” He lets you the skin at the back of his hand, but he still looks worried. “I haven’t really gave you that much. I don’t even have a proper job.”
“What do you mean you don’t have—Baekhyun,” you say, comforting him. “You’ve managed to sell two songs in the last month. I think that’s really awesome for a rookie composer like you.”
“Yeah, for small companies that don’t even pay much,” he says, sighing. “I’m talking about getting a permanent job. I can’t always be like this, you know? Selling songs, playing small concerts like this are too unpredictable. I don’t even have insurance. I can’t guarantee our future.”
“Hey, I don’t care,” you say, smiling at him. “We can get through this together. If it’s about the rent bill, we can still use some money from my salary’s this month and—”
“That’s what bugs me the most,” Baekhyun says, looking upset. “I don’t want to use your money—”
“Baekhyun, we’re married. It’s our money.”
“But I still don’t want to!” he states loudly, almost making you pull your hand back from his. “I’m your husband. I should be able to provide your needs, to pay our rent, to buy you present on our anniversary. I should be the one who takes care of you.”
“Baekhyun,” you call, reaching out to him once more. “It’s okay. You don’t have to—”
“No, it’s my responsibility. You’re my responsibility,” he says, voice rising with every passing second. “I’m just so frustrated with myself because this is not how I want it to happen!”
You know that Baekhyun’s pride is hurting, but he can’t just blame himself all the time, can he? He’s trying his best, and that’s what matters the most.
You smile and press your lips against one of his beautiful fingers. “I’m so proud of you, Baek.”
“Why? I literally do nothing around here,” he grumbles, unconsciously pouting. “All I do is eat and sleep, and I think my tummy is getting flabby.”
“That’s not true. And even if it is, I’ve always loved your squishy tummy,” you say again, chuckling a bit. “I’m so proud of you, Baek. You’re no longer selfish, you’re full with honor and responsibility, and you treat me so, so well. Aside from last night when you forgot our date.” Then you think of it again. “Or when you forgot to pick me up after work last week. Or when you decided to—”
“Sweetheart,” Baekhyun interrupts. “Let’s just go back to the part where you’re so proud of me, shall we?”
You grin. “Okay, okay. Well, Baek, I don’t think I’ll be able to understand why you’re so worried about all of this. You’re making me happier than I’ve ever been.”
There’s a faint splash of pink coloring his cheeks. “Really?” he asks cutely.
“Really,” you say, smiling softly. “You’ve changed so much. You’re not the little boy I knew back then in college.”
He doesn’t answer for a while, just keeps jutting out his lower lip. But then, he says, “I am growing up. I’ve become ier too. In a way.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” you laugh, standing up from your seat and gather the dirty plates. “You’re already so y to me.”
Baekhyun gapes a little at your respond. “Why are you acknowledging that and not retorting back with a snarky comeback?”
“Maybe because I love you too much,” you reply, kissing the top of his head before you head out to the kitchen’s sink. “Now, let’s play a game called ‘let’s make my wife happy by doing the dishes’, shall we?”
Baekhyun groans playfully. “Ugh, I know you only said those nice things ‘cause you wanted me to do something for you.”
And you don’t correct him, letting him think that way even though you really mean what you said earlier. It doesn’t matter, though. Baekhyun looks better already.
Happiness is simple. It only depends on how you see it.
“Yeollie!” You shout and the guy in the bartender clothes turns his head to the sound of your voice. When he sees your face, Chanyeol’s infamous teeth-showing grin appears on his face and he runs up from his work spot to where you’re standing, only to pull you in a suffocating hug.
“Oh wow, I missed you so much!” he exclaims, giving you a throaty laugh and spins you around until Baekhyun glares at him and orders him to put you down.
“Go hug your own wife, Mr. Park,” Baekhyun hisses, pulling you away from him.
“But my wife isn’t here,” Chanyeol pouts childishly. “Let me borrow your wife for a sec to cure my loneliness.”
“Not in a million years!” Baekhyun growls and Chanyeol laugh along with you because jealous Baekhyun is always cute.
“How are you?” Chanyeol asks, looking at you with those wide, excited eyes. He’s still as handsome as always, if not more. He has dyed his hair dark brown again, instead of black and although his shoulders are broader and his jawlines look stronger, Chanyeol still has those prankster eyes like he used to have in the old days.
“I’m fine,” you answer, grinning as you poke Chanyeol right on his firm biceps. “Well, hello there Mr. Muscular.”
Baekhyun scoffs loudly behind you, muttering something rude under his breath.
Chanyeol slightly laughs and rubs his nape, looking a bit shy. “Yeah, umm, I’ve been doing some exercises to get my mind off… well, you know.”
“That’s good for you,” you say, before you elbow your husband. “Yah, Baek! Even Chanyeol works out!”
Baekhyun responds by imitating your words childishly.
Chanyeol diverts your attention away from him. “I haven’t seen you in like what, two months?”
“Yeah, I know, I’ve been busy,” you say, carding your fingers through your hair. “I’ve been hanging out with Mrs. Park by the phone, though. She didn’t tell me you two were trying to have kids!”
Chanyeol continues grinning although his cheeks go a bit red. “Yeah, it’s umm… We want it to be a secret for now.”
“Yeah, and yet, you told the over here,” you say, jabbing your finger toward Baekhyun’s direction. “And since he has a big mouth, he told me about it too.”
“I don’t have a big mouth!” Baekhyun protests.
“Don’t worry, Honey,” you say, squishing his cheeks. “I love you and your big mouth.”
“Aaaw, look at you two,” Chanyeol says, fanboying over the both of you. “Been married for almost two years, and yet, you two still look like a newlywed couple.”
Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Yeol, you’re being gross. Go get me a beer.”
“Right away, Sir,” Chanyeol says, saluting him before he goes back to his workstation, doing his bartender job.
“I thought we weren’t gonna be drinking tonight,” you state as Baekhyun wraps a hand around your shoulder and guides you towards the bar section.
“Honey, we’re not underage kids, we can drink whenever we want,” he says, “and I feel like I want to have a hot, drunken with you tonight so I suggest we drink a lot.”
You only shake your head in amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But you love me.”
“Byun Baekhyun!” A voice startles both you and Baekhyun when you’re just about to sit on one of the empty stools, waiting for Chanyeol to place a glass of mojito in front of you. You turn your head around and notice Kim Joonmyun walking in hurry steps toward you and Baekhyun’s spot.
Baekhyun chuckles at the sight of the black-haired man approaching him, and he sends you a wink, saying, “Watch this, Sweetheart. This is going to be fun.”
Before your husband can explain what he means by those words, he already gets pulled forward by his collar.
“I am going to kill you, Byun Baekhyun,” Joonmyun says through clattering teeth. His cheeks are red with anger and this is the first time you’ve ever seen him so furious like this because Joonmyun has been nothing but a gentle, soft-hearted potato.
You’re about to ask what the hell is going on but Chanyeol gives you a naughty look and shakes his head, signaling you to leave them alone.
“So, I’m guessing Mrs. Kim didn’t enjoy my last suggestion?” Baekhyun asks the flustered man, who dresses a little bit old school if being compared to his age.
“You tricked me, didn’t you?!” Joonmyun shouts, causing some people to look at him and throw annoyed glare at your group.
“Sir,” Chanyeol says to Joonmyun, trying to hold himself back from smiling wickedly. “No violence in the bar. Please take your business outside—”
“You be quiet, Park Chanyeol! I want you to think about what you have done and the consequences you have caused!” Joonmyun snaps again and you want to laugh because he’s scolding Chanyeol like he’s scolding his elementary students.
“Err…” you start, raising your hand so Joonmyun will notice you. And when he does, you ask, “Yeah, hi Joonmyunnie. I seem to be missing something here. What happened? Why are you so angry?”
“Oh he’s not angry, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun says. “He’s just embarrassed of himself.”
Joonmyun bares his teeth at him. “You were the one who humiliated me. You and this elf giant over here!”
“Whoa, hey,” Baekhyun raises his hands, “I didn’t know anything, my friend. You acted on your own risk.”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol joins in. “And you should take your words back. You know how sensitive I am about my ears.”
You lean in closer to Chanyeol and whisper, “I think your ears look cute.” Chanyeol grins adorably in return.
“Err, guys?” You demand. “Still a little lost here?”
“Your husband,” Joonmyun speaks, gritting his teeth at the word ‘husband’, “has been lying to me about ways and techniques of... umm…” He blushes furiously before he can even finish his words.
“Oh for God’s sake,” Baekhyun mutters impatiently. “So what this ’s trying to tell you is—”
“Hey, I’m not a —”
“—that he’s been having trouble with pleasuring his wife in the bedroom, so like two days ago, he asked me to teach him the,” Baekhyun stops to make air quotes with his fingers, “‘Art of Making Love to the Highest Pleasure’,” and when you frowns in disgust over his words, Baekhyun shrugs and says, “Joonmyun’s words, not mine.”
“Oh, okay,” you say, facing Joonmyun. “So, you’re basically like Chanyeol back in college!”
Chanyeol’s pointy ears go red. “Hey!”
“Oh my God,” Joonmyun sighs, rubbing a hand against the side of his face. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you guys in such a public place.”
“Don’t lie,” Baekhyun mutters, “I know you secretly like it. You’re a closet after all.”
“I AM NOT—”
“Okay then, let me ask around.” Baekhyun takes a deep breath before he shouts to the people in Chanyeol’s bar. “Is there anybody here who ever got caught spreading adult books to children? No?” Seeing none of the customers raises their hands (although one of them mutters, “Eew, oh my God, who does that? !”), Baekhyun gives a small shrug to Joonmyun. “Nope, it’s just you, Joonie.”
“I won’t allow this,” Joonmyun says, straightening his posture. “I will not allow myself to be bullied by a bunch of idiots like you.”
“Wow, that’s mean,” Chanyeol says while he’s serving a big glass of beer to another customer.
Joonmyun isn’t finished. “Especially not by a midget with no eyelids like you,” he points his finger to Baekhyun, “And certainly not by a freakishly tall giant with bad body odor.”
You try hard not to laugh.
Chanyeol gapes. “I take it back. That’s mean. Like, really mean.”
Baekhyun’s jaw hangs slack on his face as well. “I am not a midget! You’re just about as tall as I am! And I do have eyelids, you crazy bastard!”
“And I don’t smell that bad, do I?” Chanyeol looks worried and you lean in to sniff at him by his neck. You shake your head. He actually smells really nice—like a mixture of cocoa and chocolate. Well great, now you’re hungry.
Joonmyun tilts his chin upward, wanting to look more superior than the others, but it only makes him look more pathetic in your opinion. “I was just about to ask for more help,” Joonmyun says, “But since you two think of my life as a joke—which is not, by the way, because I’m trying to keep my wife to stay with me, but thanks to you, I think my chance is out the window by fifty percent—”
Chanyeol whispers in your ear, “And since he has the tendencies of screwing things up by himself, I think that leaves him with only two percent chance of success.”
You wrinkle your nose at him. “That’s it. I won’t allow you to hang out with my husband anymore. He’s corrupting your mind. You used to be so nice and innocent, Chanyeol.”
Baekhyun chimes in. “Hey, what did I do?”
Joonmyun goes berserk. “Do you people not listen to what I’m saying?”
“No,” the three of you answer at the same time and Joonmyun’s face grows even redder from anger.
“That is it!” Mr. Kim exclaims in fury. “This will mark the end of our friendships.”
“Great,” Chanyeol says, “One less person to give free beer to.”
You shake your head. “Not nice, Chanyeol. Seriously, no more hanging around with Baek.”
“Seriously,” Baekhyun says, imitating your tone. “What did I do?”
“AAAARRGGHHHH!” Joonmyun is actually screaming at the three of you. “I don’t need this. I don’t need this kind of humiliation.”
“Dude,” Baekhyun raises a hand to calm him down, “You humiliated yourself. We made no contribution on that.”
“Do not touch me, Byun Baekhyun!” he hisses, slapping Baekhyun’s hand away. Your husband curses something under his breath (you think you hear him saying, “I wasn’t even going to touch you, you insolent !”, but you could be wrong). “Now if you’ll excuse me,” Joonmyun says, “I am going to find someone more mature to ask about how to have a with my wife. Good day.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Baekhyun and Chanyeol say at the same time, grabbing Joonmyun by his hands.
“Where are you going, Buddy?” Baekhyun asks, grinning boyishly. You know by his smile that he’s up to no good—but then again, Baekhyun is always up to no good, ninety-nine percent of the time anyway. “Come here and talk to your big bro Baekhyunnie.”
Chanyeol, who has been neglecting his job as the one and only bartender in his self-name bar, chirps merrily, “And let Yeollienator help you too~ Free beer? Martini? Or some chocolate milkshake for a good night sleep? Anything you want, Mr. Kim.”
You palm your face. Baekhyun hasn’t really changed at all, apparently. If anything, he’s even worse. He’s becoming more and more like—you gulp as you prepare yourself to admit it—Lu Han. And he’s corrupting Chanyeol’s mind too. Although that’s not particularly true, because Chanyeol has always been mischievous too. He was actually the ultimate prankster in your gang, but he was too busy going on dates and make-out with his girlfriend to actually do some pranking.
Well, boys will be boys, right?
After two big glasses of alcohol, Joonmyun is drunk enough to have a conversation, but still sober enough to remember it in the morning. “So like,” he starts, slurping a little, “The three of you have done a before?”
You change glances with Baekhyun and Chanyeol before the three of you stare back at Joonmyun with blank faces and say, “Yes.”
Which is a lie, obviously. But just like Baekhyun and Chanyeol, you finally find a personal amusement in teasing the bulliable Kim Joonmyun.
“Really?” Joonmyun asks, hipcupping.
“Totally,” Chanyeol says, “We do it like three times a week.”
“Yep,” Baekhyun says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “My little wifey here likes to get super in the bedroom. And one day, she was like, ‘Hey, Baek, you’re like super hot—”, You roll your eyes at this second but Baekhyun continues nonetheless, “—and even though Chanyeol’s not as hot as you, I think it’d be hot if the three of us have together’.”
“You said that?” Chanyeol asks, looking at you in disbelief. You send him a look and a glare and then he realizes. “Oh, right. We’re pretending. Ssshh!”
“Oh…” Joonmyun totally buys it. “And you’re…” he brings his half-drunk half-sober eyes to meet yours. “You were totally okay with that? Like, no weird feelings whatsoever?”
Baekhyun nudges you by the wrist and you elbow his stomach. “Yes,” you say, exaggerating with a smile. “It was me who asked my super hot husband to have a with another guy anyway.”
“Huh…” Joonmyun slurs. “Girls like that?”
“Oh yeah,” Baekhyun says, patting Joonmyun’s cheek. “Make your wife happy, big boy. We have enough experiences to teach you for a lifetime.”
“What we did to Joonmyun was really mean,” you say, the moment the two of you enter your shared apartment. “But somehow, I had fun doing it.”
“See?” Baekhyun chuckles. “There should be a new variety show called ‘A Guide to Bully Kim Joonmyun’.”
“Starring ChanBaek as the main actors?” You laugh as you take off your coat. “I don’t think that’s gonna be—mmph!”
Baekhyun has you pinned against the wall, kissing your mouth with so much passion and rush that make your toes curl inside your shoes. He presses one hand under your chin, tilting your face up and forces you to open your mouth so he can kiss you deeper. Even in his drunk state, Baekhyun still knows how to kiss like an expert. In a few minutes of sharing heated kisses with clashing teeth and tongues, Baekhyun lets you go and trails butterfly kisses on your face until he reaches your left ear.
“Go take a shower first,” he whispers, groaning ily as he moves down to pepper more kisses on your neck. “I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
“Why don’t…” You bite your lower lip to keep yourself away from when his hands start to go lower on your body. “Why don’t you just join me now?”
“Because,” he stops to places his mouth against yours, “The more we wait, the more we get desperate for each other’s touch.” He your bottom lip until it goes red and swollen. “And just imagine what I’m going to do to you then, Sweetheart.”
, you already can feel the anticipation make your skin prickle with excitement.
Your answer gets muffled by another fiery kiss that somehow still manages to make you feel weak at the knees, even after all these years.
You take a quick shower, warming yourself up with the hot water and you lather Baekhyun’s favorite strawberry scented shampoo on your hair. He somehow gets when he can smell that scent from your body. He says it matches your personality well.
You wait and wait and wait, but Baekhyun still hasn’t come into the bathroom to join you. You’re beginning to shiver under the shower and your fingers start to wrinkle. Just where the hell is your husband? How long does he intend to keep you waiting?
Screw it, this ‘the more we wait, the more we get desperate for each other’s touch’ thing .
You don’t bother to put on some clothes because you know Baekhyun will take them off anyway in a few minutes. So you just wrap a white towel around your body, and walk out from the bathroom just like that.
“Yah, Byun Baekhyun! I’ve been waiting for you for like an hou—”
You stop talking when you see your husband, lying hopelessly on his stomach and snoring against your pillow.
But then there’s another reason for you to have another mind-blowing make-up tomorrow, right? All is well, all is well.
“Hey, Sweetheart?” Baekhyun calls from the bedroom. His voice sounds a bit muffled, considering you two are in separate rooms.
“Mmm?” you ask, currently incapable of forming words since you’re just starting to brush your teeth.
“That damn ex-boyfriend of yours,” Baekhyun says, “What’s his full name?”
“Which one?” you casually ask and you can imagine Baekhyun exhaling impatiently at you.
“The one with the better fashion sense,” he mutters in annoyance.
“More detail, please?” you reply, voice a bit unclear considering you have an enough amount of foam in your mouth. “Since all of my ex-boyfriends have great fashion sense.” You rinse your mouth with clean water as you wait for his answer.
“No, they don’t,” Baekhyun spits back. “The short dude with huge eyes dresses like he’s working as a newspaper boy, and the one with the dimples wears cardigans.”
“What’s wrong with wearing cardigans?” you ask, getting out from the bathroom and walk to where your husband is lying on the bed. “You wear cardigans too, sometimes.”
“He wears cardigans better than me, that’s why I’m pissed.”
“Aaaw, look how cute you are, with your nostrils flaring in anger like that.”
“They don’t flare! Stop pinching my nose!”
“Kris Wu. That’s his name. The tall one with great fashion sense,” you say, walking to your closet and tap your chin as you try to choose what clothes to wear today.
“I didn’t say ‘great’, I said ‘better’,” Baekhyun grumbles, obviously a bit jealous, if not a lot. He brings his eyes back to his phone’s screen and surfs down the internet until he finally finds what he’s been searching for. “Ha! Would you look at that? It really is a small world. Turns out your Kris Wu is Mrs. Kim’s ex boyfriend as well.”
“What, really?” You turn around to look at him with surprised eyes, but then you realize something. “Wait, Baek, is that what you’ve been doing all day? Trying to look up Joonmyun’s wife’s ex-boyfriends?”
“Honey, I don’t have a job. Sue me,” Baekhyun simply says. “And no, I wasn’t trying to know more about Mrs. Kim’s past boyfriends. I wanted to know yours.”
“Why?” you respond, grabbing a fresh pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt to wear.
Baekhyun jumbles through his words a little before he settles with, “No reason. Just curious.”
“Baek,” you start with a knowing voice. “Are you comparing yourself to them again?”
“No,” he answers, but then he catches your knowing glare so he ends up adding, “Just to Kris,” with a pout.
You sigh, rubbing your temple with your fingers. “Baekhyun, we’ve been through this so many times. I’m tired of fighting about it over and over again.”
“But…” Baekhyun turns to his side on the bed, giving you his back. “He’s so much better than me,” he says, almost in a child like voice.
“Why are you so insecure about this?” you ask, changing your clothes one by one as you speak. “I remembered marrying the y and confident Mr. Byun, not a wimpy brat like you.”
He sinks his face deeper to his pillow. “Damn Kris Wu and his perfection and his four Ferraris and his huge- mansion with pools and indoor golf course.”
You want to laugh. Your husband must have been doing his research really well if he knows Kris that much.
Baekhyun can be so childish sometimes, no matter how old he is already. After you’re finished changing your clothes, you climb up to the bed and lies beside him, hugging his body from behind.
“Baekgu~” you call, whispering against his ear and you chuckle when the little soft hair on his neck start to rise. He tries to move away from you but you hold him tighter to your body. “Baekgu, I love you.”
“But I’m not 186cm tall.”
“I don’t care. That’s too tall for me anyway.”
“And I don’t have four Ferraris.”
“It’s okay, you can be my personal ride—”
“Are you referring to —”
“Piggyback, Baek. I’m talking about you giving me a piggyback ride.”
Baekhyun laughs and he finally turns his body over to face you. He presses his fingertips along your cheekbones, gently tracing them. “I’m sorry I don’t have my personal swimming pool. I don’t even own a bathtub.”
“Eh, it’s okay,” you shrug nonchalantly. “You can’t swim that good anyway.”
Baekhyun smiles with his lips but not with his eyes.
“You’re better than him, Baek,” you tell him.
“You’re lying,” he mumbles cutely.
“Well, you’re better for me than he could ever be.”
Baekhyun finally grins, not too wide but it’s a start. “That’s better,” he says, pecking you on the lips. “But I’m still curious, though.”
“About what?” you question, propping your head with your elbow on the bed.
“About your past,” Baekhyun replies. “I still don’t know anything about your childhood.”
“It’s boring, trust me. You don’t want to hear it.”
“Try me.” Then he blinks his eyes innocently and pouts a little. “Pleaseeeee~?”
And you eventually give in because who can’t ever resist Byun Baekhyun and his aegyo?
“Ugh, fine.” You groan, giving up. “But if your sassy gets jealous again, you’re going to sleep on the couch again tonight.”
Baekhyun isn’t fond with your proposition but he answers, “Fine, I still have Hippie to keep me company.”
“Okay, so…” You start and struggle a little bit as you begin to reminiscence your childhood memories. You lie on your back, head against the fluffy pillow and you stare at one point on the ceiling. “So yeah, basically, I knew Lu Han ever since I was born. He lived next door, and he was such a crybaby back then and I used to bully him even though he was a few years older than me.”
“Wait, wait,” Baekhyun interrupts, lying on his side with his elbow propping his head. “Lu Han as in that little , Lu Han? He was a crybaby?”
“Oh yeah,” you say, chuckling as you swim through your memories. “There was this time when we were playing soccer together with other kids in our neighborhood. In the middle of the game, he ran straight toward a tree and he cried so hard and so long that we were forced to end the game earlier than we intended to. I brought him back to his house, and he jumped to his mother’s arms, crying and sobbing with mucus flowing from his nose. It wasn’t a lovely sight.”
“And now he’s bullying Chanyeol?” Baekhyun stares in disbelief. “Wow, Yeol should start a revolution against him. So, when will Kris show up?”
You shoot him a look. “Easy there, Juliet. Romeo’s not going anywhere, chill your .”
Baekhyun looks flabbergasted for a second there but you continue before he can voice out his remark.
“So yeah, Lu Han and I went to kindergarten and elementary school together,” you continue, smiling at the sweet memories. “We were the best of friends. Always together. We used to get ice creams every Friday after school, and play hide-and-seek in his mansion. Have I told you that Lu Han was filthy rich back then?”
“Seriously?” Baekhyun retorts. “And he used to force me pay for his dinner back in college!”
“Why did you agree, though?”
“’Cause he’s a persuasive little , that’s why,” Baekhyun grumbles. “That, and the fact that he kept on threatening me with his toys.”
“Okay, let’s move on,” you say, not wanting to hear about your husband’s weird relationship with Lu Han. “So Lu Han and I were always together until we got into junior high. We went to different schools. I met this guy named Do Kyungsoo there—”
“The one with the huge eyes?”
“Yep,” you confirm, nodding your head. “I was driven further away from Lu Han because I was too busy having fun with Kyungsoo. He was my first boyfriend.”
“Oh my God,” Baekhyun mutters, looking a bit disgusted. “But he looks so tiny and nerdy. And even creepier than Chanyeol.”
“Yah!” You slap his shoulder. “Don’t say that, you don’t know him.”
Baekhyun just shrugs. “I’ve seen his pictures.”
“Those don’t do justice to his real appearance. Kyungsoo is really cute, you know.”
“Yeah sure,” he snorts loudly.
“You’re being rude,” you comment, flicking him right on the nose. “Kyungsoo was very gentle and nothing but kind. He was really smart too. He really took care of me back then.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Baekhyun waves a hand ignorantly in the air. “Tell that to somebody who actually cares.”
“He was so gentle and romantic when we first did it,” you smile, blushing a little at the memory.
Baekhyun looks up with a frown. “Did what?”
“,” you answer casually while he, on the other hand, starts gaping unattractively.
“He was the one who took your ity away?!” He shouts and you pinch his nose to shut him up. “Oh honey, I feel so sorry for you,” he says, caressing your cheek. “That must have been a painful experience.”
“Yah, Byun Baekhyun!” You slap his hand away and he laughs when you start attacking his stomach with tiny fists. “You’re starting to get on my nerves.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says, chuckling and kissing your knuckles to shoo your anger away. “Continue with the story.”
“I don’t feel like it anymore,” you mumble angrily, turning to the opposite side of the bed.
“Aaw, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun calls, leaning closer to you and presses soothing kisses to the spot under your ear. “I said, I’m sorry~”
It tickles and you laugh before you finally give in. “Fine,” you say, kissing him firmly on the lips for a few seconds. “But if you insult my ex-boyfriend again, you’ll have to do the dishes for three days.”
“Ugh, I hate doing the dishes.” Baekhyun groans, complaining loudly. “They’re ruining my nails.”
“You and your sassiness,” you comment, throwing a playful slap against his cheek. “So I broke up with Kyungsoo on my first semester in high school. Since we went to different schools, it was hard for us to keep dating each other. After a year of dating, we broke up and decided to be friends. We would’ve still been friends if I hadn’t lost his contact a few years ago. I don’t know where he is right now. I kind of miss him.”
“Is there any chance that he’s probably in heaven right now so you won’t get to see him again?” Baekhyun offers and you yank his hair. “Hey!” Baekhyun protests, rubbing the pain away from his head. “Be thankful that I didn’t say ‘hell’!”
“So I went to high school and met Yixing and Kris again there. Lu Han went to another different school,” you continue and mouth an ‘Oh!’ when you remember something. “I almost forgot to tell you. Lu Han, Kris, Yixing and I actually went to the same elementary school, but I wasn’t close with the two of them. And when we were junior high, Yixing and Kris went to the same school as Lu Han’s, so I didn’t really know much about them at that time too. Following me so far?”
“Uuh…” Baekhyun blinks slowly, pressing his cheek to his pillow. “Actually, Sweetheart, I don’t care about whom did you go to school with. You’re making me really sleepy with all of this unimportant flashback.”
You give him a look. “You are very annoying.”
“Mmm…” He starts closing his eyes, lying on his stomach and breathes evenly.
Seeing how he almost falls asleep right then, you decide to just drop the bomb. “So you don’t want to know how Kris and Yixing got into a fight because of me?”
Baekhyun immediately blinks his eyes open. “Did the dude get punched on the face?” he asks hopefully, eyes gleaming in excitement. “Oh please tell me that Kris got punched on the face and someone broke his nose!”
“You’re unbelievable. And don’t get too excited for that, you !” You shove his face back to the pillow before you continue speaking. “I dated Zhang Yixing on tenth grade, but it wasn’t very long. We matched each other perfectly—shared the same hobbies, loved the same movies, listened to the same songs. It was like friendship-turns-to-love type of thing, and even though we hung around Kris a lot too, Kris always tried to distance himself away from us because he didn’t want to be the third wheel.”
“Ha!” Baekhyun looks genuinely happy. “Forever alone Kris Wu. I like that.”
“On, not quite right, Baekhyunnie,” you correct him. “Kris was the captain of the basketball team. He was also very handsome and rich. He was quite the ladies man back then.”
Baekhyun’s happiness simply gets thrown out the window. “Damn it,” he mutters under his breath and you laugh at his childish act.
“But the thing was, Baek,” you start again. “Kris actually had a crush on me. I didn’t know about it—I was kind of oblivious about the whole who-crushing-on-who thingy. But Yixing knew about it, and since my relationship with him was so bland and awkward—or that was how he said it anyway—Yixing decided to break up with me. I agreed with no hard feelings because we were better off as friends to begin with.”
“Oh, so then you became Kris’ girlfriend,” Baekhyun states bitterly. “Great. Don’t tell me you were the captain of the cheerleader team as well.”
“Err…” You put up an awkward grin on your face. “I actually was.”
“But that is so cliché!” Baekhyun scoffs harshly. “The captain of the basketball team falling in love with a cheerleader. Ugh, come on, Sweetheart. You need to provide me with a better story than this.”
“Hey, excuse you!” You spit back. “What, do you think our love life isn’t cliché too? A bad boy turns good because he falls in love with a beautiful, amazing, smart and y female dancer?”
“You’re giving yourself way too much credit,” Baekhyun says, poking your cheek. “But our story isn’t cliché at all, Sweetheart, because I’m the main actor. I turn cliché things to…” he hesitates, jumbling through his words. “…un-cliché things.”
“Well said,” you replied sarcastically.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Baekhyun says, narrowing his eyes at you. “Have you ever heard of people proposing to their girlfriends while being hung upside down on the roller-coaster? I don’t think so.”
“Yeah okay, fine,” you say, “But how many love stories are there that tell stories about a player who falls in love with a girl and stays committed to her for the rest of his life? Gerard Butler would say many, I think.”
“Who the is Gerard Butler—”
“That dude on 300—”
“Look, I don’t care,” Baekhyun cuts you off, raising a hand in protest. “I am unique, all right? You can’t say otherwise, Sweetheart.”
There’s no way you can win an argument with Baekhyun when he’s being this stubborn. “Okay, fine, whatever.” It’s not that important anyway. “So we’ve reached the end of my story. I dated Kris for God knows how long until he suddenly ditched me to Canada for a freaking scholarship. He gave me no explanation whatsoever, and so I moved here to Seoul, wanting to move on and get a better education, but then I met you.”
“Mr. Un-cliché,” Baekhyun adds and you forbid yourself from rolling your eyes again because you have done it a lot for the few hours.
“I don’t think un-cliché is a word,” you mutter but Baekhyun doesn’t pay a rat’s about it.
“So,” Baekhyun begins, rolling on the bed until he tangles his leg with yours and lays his head on your chest. It’s way too early in the afternoon to have a cuddle session with him, and it’s hot and you’re starting to sweat a little bit, but you don’t push him away. “Out all those guys you dated,” he says, chuckling as he snuggles up closer to you. “Who made you the happiest?”
“Kyungsoo,” you answer simply, not giving that much of a thought because you only wanted to annoy the hell out of him.
“I mean, including me,” he adds, already sounding a bit irked.
“Oh,” you respond. “Still Kyungsoo.”
And you burst out laughing, trying to drag your body away from his bratty attacks and tickling fingers. It goes off after a while, leaving you slightly out of breath as you lie beside him.
“Are you feeling better now?” you ask him, lacing your fingers with his lean ones. “After knowing more about me?”
He hums, nodding and looking a bit sleepy. “I hate that Kris dude though. He still owes you an apology.”
You let out a soft chuckle. “I already don’t care anymore, Baek. I have you now, right?”
“Oh come on, you’re taking my job away. I’m the one who’s supposed to be cheesy in our relationship.” He squints his eyes when you brush the bangs out of his face. “I’m already unemployed, Sweetheart. Don’t take my cheesiness away too.”
“You’re an idiot,” you say and kiss the tip of his nose. You go back to rest the side of your head down on the pillow with your temple pressed against his. “But I love you so much, Baekhyun. No matter what happens. You know that, right?”
Baekhyun looks up and gazes straight into your eyes, intertwining your fingers together as you two lie side by side. “I know and I’m grateful for that. Don’t ever stop, okay? Because I love you so much too.”
You smile and feel your heart race faster against the sound of the ticking clock. “I won’t. But if you don’t close the toilet seat one more time, I think I’m gonna have to file a divorce against you.”
“My wife,” Baekhyun says, shaking his head in amusement. “So bossy.”
“You love it.”
YAAAAAY! Finally wrote a chapter for this! I'm so happy but I am also sorry because this probably feels like a filler with some crappy fluffs. Guys, I've written too much chapters for luhan's angsty story that I don't know how to write fluff and comedy anymore HWELP
Well, I hope you guys can still enjoy it. Tell me what you think! :D
Oh and don't worry, ChanBaek loves Joonmyun SOOOO MUCH, that's why they're constantly bullying him. You can expect more and more ChanBaek's moments on the future chapters. hehe~