The Beginning: Part II

The Marriage Life of Mr. Byun
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THE BEGINNING: PART II

 

 

“Oh my God,” you gasp, breath catching in your throat. “There! YES, right there! Holy , you’re so good—ah!

 

“Damn, you’re so hot,” he groans quite loudly. His voice sounds low and breathless, and you want to smirk proudly because you’re the only one who can make him react like this.

 

“You’re—” You stop to have a sharp intake of breath. “You’re much better than those guys I’d been with—ah, don’t stop!”

 

“Damn right, Sweetheart.”

 

He flips your position, lying on his back on the bed and holds you by the waist. “Move for me, baby,” he says before he leans forward a little bit and moves his mouth against your throat. When he speaks again, his voice gets muffled by the sweaty skin of your neck. “God, you make me want to keep you here all day, and begging for me to—oh !” He closes his eyes and throws his head back against the pillow as you move on top of him.

 

“Are we going to hell for this?” you ask, whimpering as his fingertips sink into the skin of your waist.

 

“I don’t care,” he says in return, guiding you with his hands. His mouth finds yours again and you share a long, heated kiss with him. “I don’t care, I want you,” he whispers between kisses and that sends shivers down your spine. “I always want you.”

 

“You’re so hot,” you moan breathlessly, “Chanyeol, you’re so hot.”

 

Chanyeol smirks, rolling your body again so he’s back on top of you now. “Scream for me, Baby,” he orders as his s grow harder and deeper. You scream his name, over and over again in full ecstasy.

 

“Chanyeol! Oh—God!”

 

“Tell me who do you belong to.”

 

“You!”

 

“I can’t hear you.”

 

“YOU, Chanyeol! Just—harder, please!” he tries a new angle and your eyes immediately grow shut and you release this shameless moan of his name. “Chanyeol! Oh my God, CHANYEOL!”

 

“That’s right,” Chanyeol leans closer to your ear, “Remember my name, Sweetheart.”

 

“Morning, Sweetheart.”

 

You wake up with a jolt, almost screaming your lungs out the second you open your eyes. Baekhyun has his lips against your ear, whispering sweet nothings and love words before he asks, “You were practically in your sleep. Were you dreaming of me?”

 

You grip the end of your pillow with your fist as the guilt and the feeling of disgust sink down to the bottom of your chest. Your head starts to throb violently.

 

“Chanyeol! Oh my God, CHANYEOL!”

 

You flinch at the fragment of your dream, shuddering like someone just dropped a bucket of cold water down your back. You did not think your short afternoon nap would lead you into having this kind of… nightmare.

 

“Oh my God, Baek,” you gasp, feeling your heartbeat race in guilt and horror. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

 

“Hey, what happened?” Baekhyun asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern when he sees you freaking out. He gathers you in his arms and sits you down on his lap. “Hey, calm down and tell me.”

 

You bite your lower lip and curse under your breath. “Baekhyun, I just had the most horrible dream ever,” you murmur, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “, I can’t seem to get the images out of my head.”

 

Baekhyun rubs your back with his hands, trying to stop you from shivering because you’re so disgusted with yourself. “What kind of dream?”

 

“The worst kind of nightmare.” You hug him by the neck, murmuring against his skin. “Oh God, Baekhyun, I want to die. This is so wrong.”

 

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just a nightmare,” he responds, smiling gently and kissing your temple. “Want to tell me about it?”

 

You shake your head relentlessly, hugging him tighter as you whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” to his neck. Funny how you’re being so afraid over something you didn’t actually do.

 

“Hey, come on, Sweetheart,” Baekhyun says, throwing an easy chuckle to ease your tension. He leans in and kisses your panic tears away. “If you tell me about it, maybe it’ll go away.”

 

“No, it’ll only get worse,” you whisper, sobbing a little.

 

“Why?” he asks, embracing you by snaking his arms around your waist.

 

Maybe it’s a bit stupid for you to answer him with honesty, but you do it anyway. After all, the first rule in Byun’s household is ‘We shall not tell lies to each other’. Hiding this from Baekhyun would only make him even more curious and maybe pissed for the rest of the day.

 

“I…” You your lower lip nervously. “I slept with Chanyeol.”

 

Baekhyun freezes in the way that you start to wonder whether he’s still breathing or not. “You what?” he asks, voice low and cautious, and in the name of heaven, downright frightening. “You slept with Chanyeol?”

 

“In the dream!” You immediately correct him when he pushes you rather harshly from his lap. “It was just a dream, Baekhyun. God, I would never ever cheat on you. Let alone with Park Chanyeol.”

 

The dangerous glint in his eyes start to waver a bit after that, but his entire being is still radiating anger.

 

“Baekhyun, please,” you beg, starting to feel a bit regretful for opening your big mouth like that. “It wasn’t like I could do anything about it. He just sort of popped into my head.”

 

Baekhyun’s jaw clenches hard. “You must have been thinking about him that way.”

 

“NO!” You shout, eyes going wide. “I swear to God, no! Maybe it was because he wore that stupid fedora hat last night at the bar. You know how it bugged me. But I did not think of him in that way—”

 

Baekhyun doesn’t look any happier after hearing that excuse. “What did he do to you?”

 

“What do you mean what did he do to me?” you ask, starting to sound a bit desperate. “Baekhyun, he didn’t do anyth—”

 

“In the dream,” Baekhyun sternly cuts you off. “Was he any good?”

 

“There! YES, right there! Holy , you’re so good—”

 

You blush to the tip of your ears. “N-no.” Baekhyun respond with a glare that makes you want to run away at the moment. You gulp and decide to tell the truth again, “I mean, yes. But it wasn’t real!”

 

Baekhyun’s nostrils start to flare, indicating how he is so angry right now. “Was he better than me?”

 

“Baek, you’re not seriously asking m—”

 

“Answer me,” he demands, gritting his teeth. “And don’t you dare lie to me.”

 

“You’re much better than those guys I’d been with—God, don’t stop!”

 

“Yes,” you admit bashfully. “But it wasn’t real—”

 

Baekhyun already leaves with burning jealousy and fury on his steps, and he slams the front door just before you can even step down from the bed.

 

“Baekhyun!”

 

***

 

“Oh, hey, ByunBaek!” Chanyeol chirps out with a wide smile and sparkling eyes when he sees his best friend approaching his workstation. “What are you doing here—”

 

Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol by the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward until he has half of his body hovering over his bartender’s bar. The bottles of alcohols are rattling and clanking against one another and Chanyeol accidently bumps into some guests’ tequila glasses and they create a loud crash as they hit the floor. A couple of girls scream in surprise, immediately turning their heads toward the owner of the shop who’s practically being choked by a furious midget.

 

Chanyeol’s lips are parted in shock and pain, “B-Baek, what—”

 

“You ed my wife, didn’t you?”

 

Surely, Chanyeol has expected something along the line, “You broke my camera again” or “Did you use my eyeliner without permission”, and definitely not the one Baekhyun just spat to his face.

 

“You idiot-faced ,” Baekhyun growls, tightening his grip on Chanyeol’s collar. “I can just kill you right now.”

 

What?!” Chanyeol screeches. He thinks he would know when he, as Baekhyun puts it, s another girl beside his own wife. And he would definitely remember if he screws with Baekhyun’s wife. “I didn’t sleep with your wi—!”

 

“Don’t lie to me, you ing douchebag!” Baekhyun shoves him back with enough power to make Chanyeol fumbles on his feet. “She’s my wife!”

 

Chanyeol glances around his bar and he notices people are beginning to stare at them with curious eyes. Some girls at the back of the place are starting to exchange dirty whispers with each other and Chanyeol can’t be more embarrassed than this.

 

The tall man still doesn’t have a single clue about what his best friend is talking about, but whatever that is, it should be discussed on some other place. So he immediately calls one of his staffs to take over his work and immediately walks out from behind his bartender’s bar.

 

“Baek, we should talk somewhere else,” Chanyeol says, “Please.”

 

Even when his face is still flaming red, Baekhyun agrees and lets Chanyeol lead him away. The two soon end up sitting on the cold asphalt of the alley behind Chanyeol’s store. Baekhyun is already too busy stuffing his face in the free alcohols Chanyeol just gave him, and the other man starts fiddling with the cigarettes he just took out from his pocket.

 

The tall, dark brown haired guy places one of the cigarettes between his lips and lights it up. “So let me get this straight,” Chanyeol says, blowing some white smokes through his mouth. “You assaulted me and embarrassed the hell out of me in front of my customers and my staffs just because I had with your wife in her dream?” The tone of his voice isn’t filled with wrath. Chanyeol is still just partly shocked about how he just gets attacked on his own bar by his best friend with, possibly, the dumbest reason in history.

 

“Yeah,” Baekhyun slurs, putting in more alcohol to his system. “Sorry, buddy. I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking straight.”

 

Chanyeol puffs his cheeks. “Yeah, you certainly weren’t.”

 

“I just…” Baekhyun sighs, grunting slightly. “I just thought that maybe you really did sleep with her so that would explain why she was having a dream about you.”

 

“Baek—”

 

“I know. It doesn’t make any sense. It was purely my fault,” Baekhyun grumbles, annoyed with himself. “Look, I said I’m sorry, Chanyeol. What else do you want?”

 

The younger man looks at him with cautious eyes before he huffs and pats his buddy on the head. “You’re forgiven.”

 

Baekhyun snorts before he indulges himself with more alcohol. “You know I didn’t mean to take it all out on you, Yeol. I was just… frustrated.”

 

“Frustrated over what, though?” Chanyeol asks, another air through his cigarette. He coughs once as he lets it out. “It was just a dream, Baek. It doesn’t mean anything.”

 

“Actually,” Baekhyun says, hiccupping a bit. “I wasn’t angry about that at all. I mean, I was, a little bit, but only because I was already so mad over other things before. And then she just had to dream about that and tell me about it. Of course I went berserk. What do you expect?”

 

Chanyeol sighs. “What were you so angry about?”

 

“Yeol,” Baekhyun starts, sitting beside the taller one and presses the side of his head against Chanyeol’s broad shoulder. “Am I a bad husband?”

 

“No, of course you’re not,” Chanyeol immediately answers. “Why would you even say that? You’re like a way better husband than I am.”

 

“How am I better than you?” Baekhyun asks, raising his hand to take another sip of his beer but Chanyeol takes it away before the tip of the bottle reaches his beer.

 

“That’s enough alcohol for you today, ByunBaek,” he states. “It’s still too early to be drunk.”

 

“No, don’t take it away,” Baekhyun whines, reaching out for the bottle but Chanyeol moves it to his other side where Baekhyun’s short arms can’t reach. “You’re such an . The alcohol makes me numb, Yeol, you know that. I need to not feel anything for the moment.”

 

“You said you’d stop drinking.”

 

“And you said you’d stop smoking too.”

 

“Huh, touché,” Chanyeol murmurs, but he doesn’t burn out his cigarette. He even takes another smoke instead. “But this keeps me away from the drugs, Baek. Just let me have my moment of sanity.”

 

“You’re killing yourself with that, Yeol.”

 

“And I suppose alcohol is keeping you alive longer?” Chanyeol snorts back, glancing at the other man who’s huffing in defeat.

 

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Baekhyun mumbles, closing his eyes as he rests his head on Chanyeol’s shoulder again. “I’ll let you go just this once.”

 

Chanyeol’s chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with you, ByunBaek.”

 

“It’s always the same thing,” the shorter man replies, sighing. “Money.”

 

“Oh, come on, Baek,” Chanyeol groans. “You’re doing much better than me. You managed to sell some of your songs. You’re gonna get paid through royalties from your work—”

 

“It’s not enough—”

 

“And it will never be enough,” Chanyeol says, correcting him. “Baekhyun, you know well how the world works and how people behave. We always want more than what we already have. You think you’ll be okay when you have like one billion of money in your bank account, but when you actually do, you’ll still want more. We will never be satisfied with ourselves or what we have. That’s just how things work.”

 

Baekhyun idly opens his eyes and stares blankly at one spot at the ground. “You must be so tough,” he comments and Chanyeol blinks in confusion.

 

“What is that supposed to mean?” the tall one asks.

 

“Yeol, you used to be so rich,” Baekhyun says, “Like, really rich. You got your own house and cars and everything. But then you decided to throw it all away just so you could be with her. That must have been tough, going from rich to poor like that. Not only for you, but for her too.”

 

Baekhyun doesn’t intend to be mean and cruel, and Chanyeol understands that well. That’s why he isn’t offended with the things he said.

 

“I think I’m okay,” Chanyeol says, although he sounds a bit broken. “I mean, dad’s still kind enough to at least gave me some money to start my own work, right?”

 

Baekhyun wants to say that his father isn’t kind at all, stripping his son out of the wealth of his family just because he’s marrying someone they don’t give their approvals to. But the alcohol makes his tongue heavy in his mouth, so he doesn’t bother to speak. Baekhyun just hums in respond.

 

“And plus,” Chanyeol says, and Baekhyun can tell that he’s trying to cheer himself up. “I think my bar is getting well. People are coming over more and more often.”

 

Baekhyun thinks that Chanyeol shouldn’t be so proud of that, because he’s not actually making that much money by it and he can see Chanyeol working his out everyday, putting dazzling smiles on his face and asks them what they want when he used to be the one who ordered people around. He used to have maids and butlers to help him through the day, even picking out his clothes and setting his warm bath when he was a child. But now, he’s being a servant to every customer he has.

 

Life is a sick twist of fate and irony.

 

“Is she okay?” Baekhyun asks, and Chanyeol doesn’t need to ask about whom he’s talking about.

 

“Oh, yeah, she’s totally fine,” Chanyeol says, putting up a lovesick smile that hasn’t changed ever since he met her back in college. “She’s just so busy going on tours with her band. I really miss her, you know? But it’s okay, she always goes home for the weekend.”

 

And Baekhyun wants to ask about their progress in trying to have a baby, but seeing how they’ve been working on it for almost four months and with no pregnant woman in Chanyeol’s apartment, Baekhyun decides not to.

 

“Hey, Yeol?”

 

“Yeah, buddy?”

 

Baekhyun takes a deep breath before he speaks. “Do you think I should apologize to my wife about our honeymoon?”

 

Chanyeol’s eyebrows are knitted together. “What about it? I thought your honeymoon went well. You guys went to Jeju, right?”

 

“Yeah, uhh…” Baekhyun drags his head away from Chanyeol’s shoulder and brings it down to face the ground. “We kind of lied to you about it. We didn’t go anywhere for our honeymoon. There’s no honeymoon.”

 

Chanyeol wants to laugh but he stops when he realizes Baekhyun isn’t joking around. “What, seriously? After two years of marriage, you still haven’t—oh, wow, okay. Well…” Chanyeol looks uncertain when he continues. “Well, you know there are a few couples out there that don’t do honeymoons too. I mean, not me, we still went on a vacation together, even though it wasn’t much and left us starving for like a month after that.” He quietly laughs. “But you know how reckless and thoughtless we are. We just wanted to have fun first, before we had to deal with this cold, cruel reality called life.”

 

“Yeah, well, I can’t do that,” Baekhyun says, starting to hate himself for being so uptight. “You know how easily I get panicked and worried about stuff I don’t know. Marriage and commitment have always been a big deal for me. We still have a lot of things to go through in the future, and I’m not gonna ruin it all just because I spent all my money on our honeymoon.”

 

Chanyeol stays silent for a while, not wanting to anger his best friend.

 

“I was busy trying to save up our money, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says. “I wanted to use it to rent a better place to live in. She always wants to have a bathtub in the bathroom, even though she never mentioned it. And I know she wants to have a balcony with a nice view, where she can see the sunsets behind the skyscrapers and everything. I know that. I want to make her happy, but I still need some time. But then she went ahead and paid for a surprise trip for both of us.”

 

“A trip?” Chanyeol asks. “To where?”

 

“To Jeju, like what we’ve been lying to you,” Baekhyun admits, looking a bit ashamed. “She already paid for everything. The hotel, the food, the plane tickets. And I didn’t know a thing about it.”

 

“Huh…” Chanyeol tries to figure out what’s wrong with that story, until he gives up and just asks Baekhyun directly. “And why are you so angry about this, exactly?”

 

Baekhyun immediately turns his head up to face the giant’s eyes dead on. “Because she used her own money, Yeol!” He shouts, looking frustrated, even though Chanyeol knows well that Baekhyun is only frustrated over himself. “Chanyeol, I’m not going to be the kind of husband who sits around, doing nothing while his wife pays for everything. I’m the one who’s responsible in making her happy. I was so angry about it that I told her to call it off and retrieve the money back.”

 

Chanyeol looks startled, not knowing what to say other than “Did she…?”

 

“Yeah,” Baekhyun answers bitterly, looking away from the other man. “She called it off. But only after we spent the whole night fighting about it.”

 

Chanyeol stays still for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh and stomps what’s little left of his cigarette to the ground. “You know, you should’ve just gone with her, Baek.”

 

Baekhyun snorts loudly. “I’m not going to go on a honeymoon trip that my wife paid by herself, Chanyeol.”

 

“You’re being too selfish,” Chanyeol scolds, voice a bit high. “She was just trying to make you happy!”

 

“She’s not respecting me as her husband!” Baekhyun shouts back, leaping to his feet and facing Chanyeol with an agitated look. “She paid for it because she knew I wouldn’t be able to afford it and—”

 

Or,” Chanyeol cuts him smoothly, “she just wanted to have a nice honeymoon trip with her husband like other couples do.”

 

“Yeah?” Baekhyun asks, voice taunting. “Then why did she offer to pay for our rent bill beforehand? Huh? Why did she always say that I shouldn’t be worried to give her money to buy our daily needs? That she could’ve bought them with her own money?”

 

Chanyeol starts to falter away when he sees the panic and anxiety in Baekhyun’s eyes. “Maybe she just cares a lot about you, Baek. She knows how hard you work everyday—”

 

“Don’t try to defend her, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun says, gritting his teeth. “She’s not giving me a chance to be her husband properly. She’s not giving me the chance to be a man who has responsibility to take care of his wife. If I had agreed and gone to that trip, maybe she’d do more. And what would happen then, huh? Is she going to start paying for our rent? Is she going to pay for my music instruments? She doesn’t even let me buy her ballet shoes, Chanyeol!”

 

Baekhyun is shouting, and shrieking, and panting over his own effort in trying to get these nasty things out of his chest. Chanyeol still wants to reason with him, but he feels sorry for him more. So he just stands up, patting Baekhyun over his shoulder and says, “You always overthink things, Baekhyun. That’s always gonna be the first and the last thing you’re lacking.”

 

“No, you don’t understand!” Baekhyun yells again, unconsciously shoving Chanyeol by the chest. “This is what I’m scared of, Yeol! This is the very reason why I was freaking out at the wedding! I’m scared of not being able to make her happy. I’m—”

 

“She’s happy with you, Baek. I can see it. Everybody sees it.” Chanyeol lands a hand on one of his shoulders. “It’s you who doesn’t. All I can say to you now is that you should try to think from her perspective. Happiness isn’t measured by money or wealth, Baek. Maybe you think you’re not making her happy because you can’t provide what she needs, but that’s not the only thing that matters. Money can’t buy happiness, haven’t you ever heard of that saying?”

 

“Oh is that so?” Baekhyun spits back, suddenly launching an arm to grab Chanyeol’s hand and takes a quick look at it. “Then explain this,” Baekhyun says, forcing Chanyeol to look at the bruises he has on his own knuckles.

 

Chanyeol immediately retracts his hand, looking away from Baekhyun as he does so. “Explain what?” the taller one says, masking his nervous voice with a forced chuckle. “There’s nothing to tell.”

 

“Bull,” Baekhyun retorts back. “You got into another fight, didn’t you?”

 

“No.”

 

“Don’t lie to me. I know she’s been complaining about the money—”

 

“No, she never said anything about it so shut up, Baek—”

 

“And you say money doesn’t have anything to do with happiness—”

 

SHUT UP!” Chanyeol suddenly roars and Baekhyun jumps a little over the loudness of his deep voice. It’s not only just that, Baekhyun is also startled with how fast Chanyeol move and place a death grip around his collar. “Listen to me, Baekhyun. You don’t know anything about her—about us. It’s not even your goddamn business so don’t you dare say anything about my wife. This is my problem.”

 

Baekhyun doesn’t like to be manhandled by anyone, especially not by Chanyeol. He may be getting older and older with each day passing by, but Baekhyun never forgets the combat moves he learned back when he was taking hapkido lessons on sixth grade.

 

Baekhyun sets a hand around Chanyeol’s wrist and twists it sideways until Chanyeol grimaces in pain and withdraws his hand. With a palm on Chanyeol’s chest, Baekhyun presses the other guy to the wall, pinning him dead with one hand.

 

Baekhyun leans close and asks, “Then why do you think you can say anything about my problem?”

 

Chanyeol stands still, looking at Baekhyun with alarmed eyes. He doesn’t say anything until the shorter man releases his hold and backs away.

 

“If you don’t want me to meddle in your business, Chanyeol,” he says, gritting his teeth menacingly, “then don’t stick your nose in mine.”

 

While Chanyeol is speechless, Baekhyun clicks his tongue in annoyance and he walks past him, bumping him against the shoulder as he goes his way home.

 

Chanyeol sighs and stares at his friend’s back as the other male stomps his feet away in anger.

 

“Some things never change,” Chanyeol mutters to himself, “Pretending to be angry like that when you’re just worried about me. You’re a , ByunBaek.”

 

And he goes back inside his bar with a soft, endearing smile on his face.

 

***

 

“Where the hell have you been?!” You ask, looking at your husband with wide, unbelieving eyes the second he enters your apartment. “You rejected my calls, you didn’t reply my texts. I was worried sick about—”

 

Your words get cut short when Baekhyun suddenly pulls you into his arms and envelops you in a tight embrace. Your previous anger and anxiety are starting to wash away when Baekhyun sinks his face in the crook of your neck.

 

“I’m sorry,” he says in nothing but a soft whisper. “I’m sorry.”

 

He sounds to be apologizing in a way too serious manner, that you start to think maybe he’s not just saying sorry about the last incident. Maybe it’s about something else. Some bigger problems.

 

“Baekhyun?” you ask carefully, wrapping your arms around his waist. “What happened?”

 

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, just feeling the warm hug you two are sharing. “I just…” he starts, sounding uncertain just because he’s not sure of the words he wants to say. He doesn’t want to make you misunderstand anything. “You’re too kind for me,” he finally says, making you frown in respond.

 

“What?”

 

Baekhyun sighs and embraces you tighter. “I’m just so lucky to have you.”

 

“Baek, what…?” You pull away slightly and move a hand to cup one of his cheeks. Baekhyun’s eyes seem to be so broken, tired, and pained at the same time. “Baekhyun, is there something wrong?”

 

He leans into your touch, like a little kitten that needs affection from its owner. “Nothing’s wrong,” he says, smiling even though it looks a bit forced. “I just want to let you know that I’m sorry… for always overreacting about stuff. For always being too selfish. For always thinking in my own perspective and never shared a second to look through yours.”

 

You are lost in his deep, dark orbs. He’s just so beautiful to you that it hurts sometimes, though not in a bad way. “Is this…” You your bottom lip to wash some hesitation away. “Is this about that trip we cancelled? Because Baek, like I’ve told you, I’m totally fine now. It was my fault not asking you beforehand.”

 

“No, it’s more than that,” he says, brushing some hair away from your eyes. “And it’s my fault. You shouldn’t be kept away from things you want to do. I just realized that I was angry toward myself. I was… disappointed that I wasn’t the one who gave it to you—that I wasn’t the one who paid for our honeymoon trip and made you happy.”

 

“Oh God, how many times should I tell you?” you ask, caressing his cheek with gentle circles that you draw with your thumb. “I’m already happy. So, so happy with you. Not a single day goes by that I’m feeling otherwise, Baekhyun. Never.”

 

Baekhyun looks up with a shy and little afraid gaze. “Really?” he asks.

 

“Yes, really,” you say, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Maybe on some days, you make want to rip my hair out of frustration because of how childish and selfish you behave. But every time I feel that, I realize that those are also the parts I love about you. I love every single thing about you, Baekhyun. You know that, right?”

 

“I’m just…” Baekhyun sighs, pressing his temple against yours as he closes his eyes and whispers, “Sometimes I feel like you’re making me way happier than I am making you. I’m just not satisfied with myself.”

 

“Well, stop thinking about that,” you respond, linking your arms around his neck and pulls him down to another hug. “But if you really feel that way, you can start making me even happier by giving me a nice, long massage.”

 

Baekhyun pulls back from your embrace and sends you a look.

 

“What?” you ask. “I moved around in my sleep and sprained my neck, okay? This shows that no good can come from having with Park Chanyeol. Even if it’s just a dream.”

 

Surprisingly, Baekhyun lets out a small, beautiful laugh at that. “Sweetheart,” he says, “If you were dreaming about having with a guy like, say, your ex-boyfriend Kris, I could totally understand. But Chanyeol? Really?”

 

“You actually worship him, don’t you?” you tease, flicking the tip of his nose. “You actually can’t stop admiring Kris.”

 

“Oh, hell no.” Baekhyun dramatically gags. “I just can’t get over the fact that he’s able to get four Ferraris in his garage while here I am, sulking over the fact that my wife paid for our honeymoon trip.”

 

You fake a wince. “Hurts your pride a little bit there, huh?”

 

“More like, a lot.” Baekhyun grunts dramatically.

 

You roll your eyes at him, telling him not to get so insecure over Kris again before you start ordering him around. “Now kiss me.”

 

“You’re so demanding,” Baekhyun says, but leans in to seal your lips with an affectionate kiss. “But I love every part of you too, so this is okay.”

 

“You know, maybe next time you should just stop talking and go straight for the kiss.”

 

“My wife,” Baekhyun chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “So demandi—”

 

“You need to stop.”

 

“Yes, Ma’am.”

 

***

 

A few weeks passed by and before you know it, it’s already a week away from Christmas. On a Friday’s night, you go to Chanyeol’s bar again with your husband. The night’s a bit chilly and you notice how every time you exhale, there are little puffs of warm air floating above your lips. You glance to the side and look at how cute Baekhyun is with red nose and blushing cheeks. His skin has always been sensitive to cold.

 

You walk silently beside him as he leads you to the bar, never letting go of your hand. It’s when his teeth start clattering against each other that you break your hand away from his.

 

“Oh, uhh…” Baekhyun stammers a little, a bit caught of guard when you suddenly lean in and carefully wrap your warm, knitted scarf around him.

 

You smile, patting his cheek like a mother to her child. “I wouldn’t want my little puppy to freeze to death now, would I?”

 

Baekhyun gives you a look. “But I don’t want to wear this,” he protests, struggling to untangle the scarf from his neck.

 

You gasp and point a finger to his face. “Byun Baekhyun, you put your scarf back right at this moment or I will do it myself.”

 

“But, Sweetheaaaaaart~” he whines like a little boy. “It’s pink. I don’t want to wear your pink scarf. It’s girly.”

 

“Says a dude who wore eyeliners back in college,” you retort, slapping his hands away from the thick fabric and wrap it back around him. “And come on, you look good in pink.”

 

“Correction,” Baekhyun says, “I look good in everything.”

 

“There you go,” you reply, smiling mischievously. “Then you wouldn’t mind wearing my scarf until we reach the bar, right?”

 

“But—”

 

“Sssh,” you respond, shushing him with a grin on your lips. You scoot closer and wrap your arms around his left one, leaning your head against his shoulder. Baekhyun was about to protest before, but now that he sees you doing so much skinship in public like this, he doesn’t have the heart to push you away.

 

He sighs and you two start walking again on the sidewalk. You secretly steal a glance at your husband and he looks so adorable with pink cheeks and pink pouty lips combined with a pink scarf. Your pink girly scarf. The navy blue coat he’s wearing definitely makes him look manly and shows off his broad shoulder, but then you just had to make him wear that damn scarf so now he looks like a preteen girl, ready to go grocery shopping with her mother for thanksgiving.

 

“I think people are looking at me,” Baekhyun says, glancing anxiously to his surrounding. “It’s because of the ugly scarf, I tell you. And oh , did that guy just wink at me?”

 

You laugh and steal a kiss from his cheek. “Don’t worry, Baekgu. They’re only jealous of our love. But yes, that guy was definitely winking at you.”

 

“My God,” Baekhyun mutters, huffing at your greasy words. “Jealous of our love? Seriously?” He makes a face and you poke the side of his stomach so he’ll stop looking at you like that. “Huh, so this is how it feels like when I’m being cheesy to you,” he comments, “No wonder you used to shove my face away.”

 

You shake your head, a soft laugh rumbling through your chest. “Whatever. And don’t look back right away, but I think that guy is checking your .”

 

“Oh God,” Baekhyun gags loudly. “I know I have a fine but there’s no need to be so obvious about it, right?”

 

“Jesus, I can’t believe you sometimes.”

 

“You may not believe me,” Baekhyun says, starting to act so greasy like always. “But don’t you ever lose faith in our love.”

 

“I’m gonna slap you, Baek.”

 

“Save it for the bedroom, Sweetheart.”

 

You actually do slap him, even though it’s more like a playful hit to his cheek but he still pouts and grumbles about it.

 

“It’s almost Christmas, huh?” you ask, intertwining your fingers with his as you hear some Christmas songs playing in a small pub. “God, I love Christmas.”

 

Baekhyun hums and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “Me too.”

 

You keep laying your head on his shoulder as you two stroll down the street, passing little shops that are selling toys and stuffed animals for children. Your heart feels warmer when you see a little girl with her hair tied in a cute ponytail, asking her mom to buy her a teddy bear doll that’s twice her size.

 

“Aaw, look at her,” you say to Baekhyun, pointing your head to the little girl’s direction so he’ll know what you’re talking about. “Baekhyun, I want one.”

 

“A teddy bear?” Baekhyun asks. “Honey, we already have Hippie The Hippo. We don’t want to make him feel left out now, do we?”

 

“No, silly,” you correct him, laughing a little. “I mean, her. The little girl.”

 

Baekhyun looks at you weirdly. “I don’t think kidnapping kids is legal, Sweetheart. But maybe if we’re being very, very quiet about it—”

 

“No!” You slap his shoulder and Baekhyun lightly chuckles as he kisses your cheek. “Baekhyun, I want to have a baby.”

 

“Okay,” he says, somewhat twitching in amusement. “I’ll try to write it down on my Christmas’s list so Santa will see it.”

 

“Baekhyun, can you stop being a smartass for one second?” You’re starting to get annoyed, so you stop walking and look at him dead in the eyes. “I’m serious here. I want to have a baby. Our own baby.”

 

Baekhyun still has that mischievous twinkle in his eyes but at least he has stopped laughing. He exhales understandingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and drags you back to walk beside him. “But don’t you like the way it is now?” he asks, one hand playing with the side of your hair. “I love spending time with you, Sweetheart. Just the two of us.”

 

“Baekhyun,” you say, voice becoming a little tense. “We’ve spent our time alone for almost two years. Don’t you think it’s time for us to move forward?”

 

“Honey, it’s not a race,” Baekhyun replies, laughing a little. “What’s the rush? We can have kids as many as we want. We still have a lot of time in our hands. You’re not leaving me anytime soon, are you?”

 

“No, of course not, but—”

 

“Then let’s just enjoy the moment for now,” he says, stopping for a moment just to cup your cheek and angle your head a little so you’re facing him directly. “I still want to spend my days with you, Sweetheart. Just with you.”

 

It’s hard whenever Baekhyun is using that puppy look and that soft, melodious voice of his, because then there’s no way you can say no to him. You sigh and close your eyes when he kisses you gently on the lips although your heart isn’t into it.

 

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asks, his lean fingers caressing your cheek.

 

“No,” you answer, pouting and he quietly laughs, dipping his head again to kiss the pout away. “I’m a little bit upset with you, Baekhyun.”

 

“Just a little bit though, right?” he teases, moving his soft lips to graze them along your cheekbone. “Maybe I can make you feel better. Because, you see, I already bought you something for Christmas.”

 

“Really?” you blink your hopeful eyes, momentarily distracted because you just love presents. “Can I know what it is?”

 

Baekhyun playfully pinches your nose. “Don’t you want it to be a secret?”

 

You raise your index finger in the finger and states loudly as if it’s an announcement that should be heard by everyone in Seoul. “THE FIRST RULE OF THE BYUN’S HOUSEHOLD: WE SHALL NOT LIE OR KEEP SECRETS TO EACH—”

 

“Okay, okay, geez!” Baekhyun covers your mouth with one hand, laughing a little bit as he bows to some people walking around you that are staring at the two of you with a weird look. “Fine,” he says, taking his hand off your mouth and replacing it with a gentle kiss that doesn’t last for more than a second. “If you can guess it right, I’ll tell you.”

 

“Oh! Oh!” You shout out excitedly, jumping on your feet. “Is it a diamond necklace?”

 

Baekhyun isn’t fond with your first guess. “No,” he says.

 

“A diamond ring then?”

 

“No.”

 

“Diamond earrings?”

 

“Sweetheart,” Baekhyun stops you by placing two hands on your shoulders. “The only piece of diamond you’ll ever get from me is the one hidden underneath my pants.”

 

You put on your judging look. “Did you just use diamonds as a metaphor for your ?”

 

Baekhyun grins boyishly. “I think I just did.”

 

“Jesus Christ, that’s it,” you utter, pushing him away and walk past him. “I am not going to talk to you ever again.”

 

“Well, that’s a problem because who’s going to be dirty-talking to me during ?”

 

“Oh my God, you are so annoying!”

 

Baekhyun only laughs wholeheartedly, chasing you around until you two start running to the point your lungs are beginning to scream for air.

 

“H-hey,” Chanyeol says, when the two of you reach his bar with sweaty foreheads and gasping mouths. “Are you two okay? What are you running from?”

 

“Him,” you say, pointing a finger to your husband as you face the owner of the shop. “Your best friend just compared his to diamonds. Can you believe that, Yeollie?”

 

“You love it,” Baekhyun says, pecking you on the cheek before he sits on one of the stools.

 

“What, the metaphor?” you retort. “Definitely not, Baek.”

 

“No, I meant my .”

 

“Guys, please,” Chanyeol interrupts, giving you a look. “We have some innocent customers in here.”

 

“Why are you looking at me?” You protest before you point your finger towards Baekhyun’s direction. “He was the one talking about his !”

 

Baekhyun only waves you off with a smug look. “Hey, Yeol. Got something to warm me up? I’m freezing.”

 

Chanyeol nods and he’s just about to go grab a bottle of Baekhyun’s usual favorite drink but then he hesitates and asks, “Are you going to pay this time?”

 

“I’ve been your friend since high school, Yeol.”

 

“I know, but—”

 

“And you used to drool on my shoulder every time you fell asleep on the bus on our way home.”

 

“W-well—”

 

“I had your back for years, and you’re saying that you won’t even spare me a drink?” Baekhyun dramatically places a hand to the right side of his chest. “I am hurt, Yeol. Come closer and listen to my heart. My heart right here—”

 

“Your heart is in the other side,” you say, rolling your eyes at his stupidity.

 

Baekhyun smoothly moves his hand to the left side of his chest. “My heart is aching, Yeol. I’ve been waiting for your kindness and—”

 

“All right, fine!” Chanyeol grumbles, taking an unused glass from the counter and pours Baekhyun his favorite drink. “Here. But this is the last time you’re having a free beer at my shop, Baek!”

 

“Yes, victory!” Baekhyun chuckles evilly when he has his hands wrap around the glass.

 

“You are the spawn of Satan,” you say, sighing at your husband’s behavior. Baekhyun only snorts and sips his drink with no guilt whatsoever.

 

“I’ll have the usual,” you say to Chanyeol, giving him a smile. “And don’t worry, I’ll pay for myself.”

 

Chanyeol leaps over his bar station just to give you a hug and pat your back a few times with his large palms. “My friend!” he exclaims rather loudly. “You are my one, truly friend!”

 

“Yah!” Baekhyun shouts. “Get your hands off my wife!”

 

It’s always like that with the three of you. Since your best friend, who has proudly called herself Mrs. Park now, has always been so busy with her music tours—she’s a part of an orchestra band that’s just started its career—Chanyeol rarely spends his time with his wife. That’s why you and your husband like to come here after your schedules are done for the day, and spend a quality time with the tall, handsome man. And it’s not just the three of you, Kim Joonmyun also always comes and tells stories—most of them are about his marriage problems with his dominating wife.

 

“Hey, where’s Joonmyun?” you ask, looking around the place and noticing that he’s not in sight.

 

“Oh, he just left,” Chanyeol says, smiling to a customer as she takes a glass of martini away from him. She blushes when she sees his well-aligned teeth and stutters a bit as she thanks him for the drink. “He was here for like an hour, asking me what he should do tonight.”

 

“What about tonight?” Baekhyun joins in, still struggling to untangle his scarf away from his neck. You didn’t earn the title of “The Best Girl Scout in Town” for nothing.

 

“You know, the night,” Chanyeol says, emphasizing his word. “He’s supposed to be having a with his wife and some other girl tonight.”

 

“Oh my God,” you say, gaping a little. “Is he really doing it? Hey, aren’t we going too far with this joke?”

 

Baekhyun snorts loudly. “We just barely started, Sweetheart. Calm your .”

 

You elbow your husband’s stomach until he groans with his head on the bar’s table. Chanyeol winces at the sight but he continues talking anyway. “Well there’s nothing we can do about it,” Chanyeol says, “It was Mrs. Kim herself that asked him to do it.”

 

“Oh, man!” Baekhyun complain, slapping a hand to the table. “Why can’t I have someone like her as my wife? She sounds so cool and adventurous!”

 

You turn to look at him. “Baek, I’m right here.”

 

“Why doesn’t my wife ever ask me for a ?” he continues whining.

 

“Still here, Baek.”

 

“Hey, Yeol, do you think your wife would be okay if I come over to your place and ask for a ?”

 

“Hmm, let me think.” Chanyeol pretends like he’s actually thinking about it, tapping his chin like a lousy actor that he is. “You, me, and my wife? Sure, why not. As long as you’re bringing those handcuffs. Oh, and wear those leather pants. You know how I love seeing you in leather pants.” He sends a greasy wink at your husband’s direction.

 

“My looks great in it, huh?” Baekhyun makes a flirty kissy face at him. “You’re welcome to put your hands on it, Mr. Park.”

 

“Okay guys, first of all? Eew eew eeeewwwww!” you say, making a face and sticking out your tongue in disgust. “And second of all, do you people not see me?”

 

Chanyeol laughs while Baekhyun chuckles and kisses you before you can avoid him. “I’m kidding, Sweetheart.”

 

“Oh, hey, guys! Guys!” Chanyeol calls, checking on his phone’s screen. “Joonmyun’s calling me. What should I do?”

 

“Well, answer it!” Baekhyun orders him. “And put it on loudspeaker. I want to hear it too.”

 

You roll your eyes at his demand but don’t bother to correct him. You secretly want to know about Joonmyun’s progress too.

 

“Okay,” Chanyeol says, asking one of the staffs at the back of the place to help him take over his shift. Chanyeol explains to the guy that he’s in the middle of rescuing his friend from a life and death situation, and the guy nods his head, understanding but also looks worried.

 

Life and death situation, my .

 

The three of you hurriedly move to the table on the corner of the bar that is the least crowded by people. Chanyeol places his phone on the wooden table, and the three of you have your heads hovering above it.

 

“Ready?” Chanyeol asks, face a bit stern and nervous. You and Baekhyun nod your head in serious demeanor before Chanyeol clicks the receive-the-call button. “Hello? Joonmyunnie-Hyung?”

 

“Oh, Chanyeol, thank God!” Joonmyun says with a breathy voice from the other side of the phone. He sounds more than relieved. “I thought you wouldn’t pick up. I need some help!”

 

“What’s the situation, Hyung?” Chanyeol asks, and maybe Joonmyun thinks he’s being serious right now. It’s unfortunate that Mr. Kim can’t see the naughty look on Chanyeol’s eyes.

 

“I—I’m currently in the bathroom,” Joonmyun answers, sounding weird and scared. “I’ve been locking myself here for like twenty minutes by now. I don’t know what to do! My wife is in there making-out with another girl and I’m feeling so left out!”

 

Baekhyun immediately clasps a palm over his mouth, trying to contain himself from laughing. He and Chanyeol share the same mischievous gleam in their eyes and you sigh tiredly because things are not going to be better for poor Kim Joonmyun.

 

Baekhyun stretches his arms above his head, cracks his neck and clears his throat.

 

“Toss me the phone,” Baekhyun says and Chanyeol hands him what he wants. “Good evening, Joonmyun-Hyung. This is Byun Baekhyun speaking and rest assure, for I have come to save the day. Just listen to me and do as I say and everything will be juuuuuuuust fine.”

 

Everything will not be just fine. Not for Kim Joonmyun anyway.

 

***

Okay so basically I didn't want to write about this at first (because this chapter is basically filled with nothing but baekyeol being es) but since I promised Marj I'll write something for her, I decided to write this. Think of it as another filler (although it has some clues about their future problems so maybe this is just as important). I hope you guys still enjoyed this! :) <3

AND MARJ I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON SISTER <3

So next week, I'm going to post another chapter for Unnerving. You know I gotta tell you, it's funny to read that some of you don't like how selfish Luhan has become (I think you all love sehun too much LOL me too guys, me too) but tbh luhan has always been selfish and (VERY) mean from the beginning, so I'm a little bit confused here (maybe I didn't describe him that well i'm sorry). Every character in my stories has flaws, because that's just the way it is. We are flawed beautiful (in exo's part LOL) creatures, guys. I could make Luhan perfect if I wanted to, but I don't want him to be perfect because that's not going to be real. No one is that kind and that flawless. HAHAHA OKAY ENOUGH RANTING basically Cara's past is going to be revealed on the next chapter, but if you're waiting for Sehun's secret... well... I'M NOT TELLING YET :P I will on the future chapters, so please don't abandon my fic yet! :'(

Thanks for reading guys! You are all so lovely! Comments would be appreciated :D CIAO

AND ALL OF YOU BAEKYEOL SHIPPERS ARE YOU AS HAPPY AS I AM BECAUSE OF THIS

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yeolin
#1
Chapter 34: ahhh this fic is life. rereading it always lifts my mood up :))))
ShinHaRin
#2
Chapter 1: Re-reading this fanfic because I actually missed this story!! I've been away for like a year and I still long for this story. One for the books!
HappyVirus_26 #3
Chapter 34: i miss you :(
LeyaOrgana #4
Chapter 34: Please update :(
cocoabutterslug
#5
:'( Updaaate
loyal-ExosSpirit #6
Chapter 34: Author-nim, I want you to know that ever since I read this story I wasn't expected that it will have a lot of plot twist here and there. I mean like its kinda weird (in my perspective) for a girl or a guy to fall in love with someone that annoyed the hell out of him/her. But this story is just so unique like anything could happen! The chapter was so detail and I totally feel everything that the OC felt which is cool I mean like i never felt that way reading other stories tho hahahaha. You're my new fav author! The story flow were totatlly a freaking hella awesome roller coaster ride, a big fight here and there and make-up again no matter how big the problem is. There's one thing I've notice about Baekhyun here... I mean like how can you be so cool when your wife tease you about their ex(s) like its a joke? Because if I were him, i would totally sulk for who knows how long Lol. And I wanted to know more about how Yeol and Sera relationship suddenly off.. Well I know there's a part where you explained that Sera can't get pregnant and Yeol badly want a child with her but it didn't make sense much for such a small problem (well according to me it wasnt a big problem because there's more alternative way to get pregnant eh), i hope you will explain more how they end up like that. I absolutely enjoy the whole ride until this latest chapter you updated. I hope you will update more in the future, I will wait no matter how long you will take to update this! Say... Do you like print out this fic and make it a book? Because it was so awesome I even told my friends about this story! If you do make a book... I just wonder if I can buy it idk care thr price because this story is totally worth every penny. Guess I type so long hahahaha. Hope you're doing fine. :)

Thanks for making such an awesome story! I actually kinda addicted to it that I read like most of the time even during the day (because I only read ff at night before I sleep, this story is an exception). Good work!!
chogiwhyehet #7
Chapter 34: author please update, dont keep me hanging forever. I miss youuuu
cannotbeblnk1201
#8
Chapter 34: Author-nim please update ♥♥♥♥
hun_minkai #9
Chapter 34: Author nim please update soon. No hard feeling ❤️ Saranghae !