The unpleasant feeling of a dog him is what Baekhyun wakes up to. Not every morning, but even once in a while, it still bothers him nether the less. He pats the puffy head that is him on the neck and ruffles it in return for destroying his sleep.

“Baekhyunnie,” Chanyeol whines, “I finally styled my hair the way I wanted and you messed it up with less than half second.”

“That’s what you get for ruining my sleep you animal. I’m still tried from last night so would you please let me sleep.” Baekhyun pouts. “Please Chanyeollie.”

But Chanyeol remains unaffected and he slipped his hand right under Baekhyun’s shirt.

“Please, baby.” Baekhyun holds on to the big hand that is rubbing against is back. “I promise that I will make it up to you tonight okay?”

“Sorry, what?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. And get you hand out of my shirt.” Baekhyun shouts as he tries to fight back harder. However, Chanyeol’s actions seem even more out of control. While the hand in Baekhyun’s shirt reaches for his , the other went to pull off his shorts.

“Yah, Park Chanyeol! What do you think you are doing?” Baekhyun yells as he kicks his legs in the air, trying to prevent the ert from taking off his shorts.

“What do you think? Having with you of course.” Chanyeol replies nonchalantly.

Baekhyun’s face turns red but he still tries to fight back even though it’s futile. He tries to shout at his boyfriend again but not a sound could escape because of the pair of lips that cuts him off.

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It’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon when Baekhyun wakes up from the exhausting exercise. After glancing at his phone for the time, he gets up and takes a quick shower and reminds himself to lock the door to prevent the ert with dog like characteristics from slipping in and drains him even more.

Baekhyun steps out of the shower with a tower around his hip that is merely hanging on to those perfectly shaped pelvic bones. The scent of faint vanilla fills Chanyeol’s nose and forces him to look away before the urge of making his marks on that delicious body take over his consciousness. However, upon seeing this scene, Baekhyun decides that it’s the best to kiss the tall boy as a revenge for the wrong he did this morning.

Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun against the wall right beside the bathroom door while sealing Baekhyun in his arms to make sure that he can’t escape out of his embrace. The latter looks up to him with a smirk, “Chanyeollie, don’t you remember? It’s Kris’ birthday today and I promised to sing at his bar for this special occasion.”

“And how will that stop me from doing what I’m about to do.”

“This won’t but the phone buzzing in the sofa will.” Baekhyun points and his smile, although brighter than usual, bothers him even more.

Baekhyun delightfully strides to their shared room and closes the door while Chanyeol picks up the phone. “Kris hyung?”

“Chanyeol, I just wanted to make sure that you are okay with Baekhyun singing here tonight. Well, it’s more like reminding so you would let him out of bed.”

“Hyung, I’m not like that.”

“We’ll have to see when he shows up here tonight.”

“Baekhyun!!! Come out of the bedroom already, you need to eat something at least.” Chanyeol yells from the kitchen. Without even walking into the room, Chanyeol knows exactly what is going on. Baekhyun is probably trying on all kinds of cloth and trying to find the best outfit for tonight. And then it’s up to him to clean up all the mess when the well dressed boy walks out of the room all breath taking and confident.

“Here, eat, you can do your make up later.” Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun down in a chair and goes upstairs. A gasp echoes from the in the apartment, Chanyeol knows that it well be a hell but this is even worse than he imagined. Their king sized bed is covered entirely by cloth. It looks more like a huge junk yard of cloth than a bed. And there is a tiny path that leads from the closet to the full body mirror right beside the entrance door.

A sigh slips from Chanyeol’s mouth. Is this pay back for what happened in the morning? Chanyeol’s glaze moves from the absolute disaster the room is in to the makeup table that has eyeliner and all kinds of products that Chanyeol didn’t know the function of stacked in a drawer. An evil smile forms on his face just as he shuts the door.

After eating breakfast, Baekhyun soaks the dishes in the sink and heads up stairs to see how Chanyeol is doing with the mess. To his surprise, half of the cloth pile is gone and the floor is now actually floor. He peeks at the walk-in closet and sees Chanyeol kneeling on the floor, stacking all the neatly folded cloth in to a dresser. “See, it was a good choice of picking you as my boyfriend. I’m practically hiring a slave that doesn’t need a pay check in return.” Baekhyun teases as he lies on top of the bed.

“As long as I get my daily then I’m fine with doing all the chores.” Chanyeol gets up and closers the bottom drawer.

“More like endless times a day instead of daily.” Baekhyun retorts.

“Well, the amount of chores is always proportional with the amount of so…” Chanyeol walks over to the bed and wraps his arms around Baekhyun’s waist.

“Are you complaining now?”

“Nope. I’m happy with the mess you always make and the I get.” Chanyeol presses a kiss against Baekhyun’s lips.

“Then good. Now get out, I need to do my makeup.” Baekhyun pushes Chanyeol on the arm.

“Can’t I rest a little and finish up this mess? And plus, baby you look great without makeup already.”

“Aww, thanks.” Baekhyun tries to kiss Chanyeol but the latter is too tall, “You are too tall.”

Chanyeol bends down and kisses the shorter boy, “You are just too short,” he ruffles Baekhyun’s hair.

“Get out of here.” Baekhyun pushes Chanyeol again.