‘Yawn.’ Sun is still not showing above Kris when he gone out of their dorm and went down at the ground floor. He becomes like this; he always wakes up early. This blonde cannot sleep anyway. He had been dependant to Chanyeol. Without him on his side, his life is Antarctica.

            A black car parks in front of him; finally, he releases a deep breath because he knows who the people are inside there. Not instance later when the vehicle stops, it started shaking. Kris also knows what those passengers doing; he cannot take his irritation and knocks the car’s window with his backhand.

           Chanyeol and Woobin are making out inside. They do not care if they will lose their breaths; they do not want to be apart. There are a lot of things these couple needs to settle with their management. Three days, Woobin kept Chanyeol again for three days. All they did with those times are cuddling on bed in the morning, cuddling at the couch in the afternoon, doing the main thing at night on bed. These two will surely be beheaded by their separate parties if they keep on this laid back romance.

            Chanyeol’s hands are both on his boyfriend’s jaw, his favorite. Woobin is always the one who roams his hands on his young lover. In every kisses Woobin will peck on each corner of Chanyeol’s face or nuzzles their noses, Chanyeol’s neck is not exempted to this hot intimacy.

            Meanwhile, Kris outside moves his ear closer to the window, he hears a mixture of pure and muffled moans. How long do they think their stamina last?

            “Three days, Chanyeol, enough of this honeymoon thing.” Kris interrupted them again. Woobin parts his lips to his lover, sighing in disappointment. To ease his mood, the younger kisses him once more. “What are you waiting for, huh?”

            Chanyeol is annoyed too, he hisses before he opens the door and gets off.

            “Wait.” Woobin pulls him into another kiss. “Next time, we’re going to leave and runaway for real.”

            “I’ll be waiting for it.” Incredibly, Chanyeol smiles before it shifts to a mad looking before he goes out completely.

            The boy’s face has visible red tomato colored cheeks and cherry red lips as he glares at Kris, standing at the side of the car.

            “Look at you.” Kris arrogantly drags him away with his wrist. “You’re not ashamed of yourselves doing that in front of me.”

            “The windows are black.” Chanyeol’s sarcasm shows up. Kris is thinking this must be because of too much hang time this boy gives with the monster inside the car.

            The foreigner continues taking Chanyeol away, it is not something Woobin will let to pass. He opens his car’s window, because maybe Kris is not aware that he can see them.

            “Enjoy this moment, Kris. I’ll get him back, just you wait!” Kris glances back since that is where he heard that. Woobin is smirking on him, he does the same thing.

            “Really?” He releases Chanyeol from his grasp simply for him to wrap his arms around the boy’s back. “Who said I’ll let him see you again? That can be only my dupe manager.”

            Chanyeol looks up at him dumbfounded. “You call Seunghwan-Hyung a dupe?”

            “Why, baby?” Kris kisses Chanyeol on his cheeks. “I don’t know what this man does to all of you that he is so good in manipulating your heads.”

            “BACK OFF TO MY CHANYEOL, YOU JERK!” Woobin wants to get out of his car and beat the blonde.

            “Hyunjoong, it’s ok.” Chanyeol tries to lean his head even Kris’ broad body blocks his view to his boyfriend. “Trust me, I’m only yours.”

            That seems to lose his rising anger. He exhales weighty air from his lungs, still glaring at Kris before he closes the window and starts his engine. His car creates a screeching sound with his departure, symbolizing how he feels right now.

            ‘I’ll show you how Chanyeol and I can be official. You’ll see, Kris.’

            Kris and Chanyeol watch him until it looks like a toy car into their eyes. Kris feels so warm because there is someone lingering in his torso. Oh yeah, he is back-hugging Chanyeol in his arms. His ideas initiate again on his brain, he smells Chanyeol’s nape that is hiding in his hair. His ever-stimulating-scent drives him crazy.

            He wishes to value this instance and show everyone in public his affection to the boy till he remembers what Chanyeol said.

            “Hyung, we’re in public.” Chanyeol whines softly, that is what he can simply do because his traitor body is pleasured.

            “I don’t care if they see us like this. Woobin owns you? Who said so? I’ll do everything, Chanyeol.” He whispers to the younger’s ear. “You’ll soon forget that guy, that’s my guarantee.”

            The younger act as if he is not terrified of what Kris is saying at him, gulping with a poker face on. However, silly heart refuses to his control; it is pumping hard. Kris touches that part, smirking because pretentious Chanyeol is unable to keep it.

            The next day, Chanyeol’s phone vibrates at the top of his nightstand. He is still on his slumber, half awake that he s it on the surface. Someone is calling him, whoever this person is; he/she may have a little care to his rest.

            Dinoworld Construction

            “Yeobo!” Chanyeol blinks his sleepy eyes, yawns before he talks.

            “Hyunjoong, is that you?” The boy drowsily asks the person on the other line.

            “Who do you think, you little punk?” Chanyeol sits up from the edge of the bed, revealing that he is only wearing his Winnie the Pooh boxer shorts underneath the blanket. He forgets that he changed Woobin’s name in his contacts due to a possible deletion his managers will do again.

            “Can you call later? I still want to sleep and it’s too early.”

            “Too EARLY?” Woobin exclaims on the other line. “Chanyeol it’s already afternoon, time-check 14:47. Did Kris tire you all night?”

            Boom! That awakens him. “No, he let me sleep. I told you, trust me.” He sighs while thinking of thoughts to explain this to his boyfriend perfectly. “This is the only time I rest all day long. I’ve been slacking off that the management gave me a lot of work to catch up from my missing. It will be starting tomorrow. So please, let me take more time to relax.”

            “I understand, Yeobo but I just want to see you before we get busy again. I actually call you because I’m planning of meeting your Noona.” There is like a canon explodes to his mind. He does not know why he feels uneasy just now. “We’re same age, right? I want to thank her personally with all her help she did with our relationship. So, I am thinking if you can introduce me to here.”

            “NO, HYUNJOONG! NO!” He automatically refuses. “Not right now! Noona is unaware we’re dating! I don’t want her yet to know that I’m... no longer straight!”

            “We’re not gonna tell her if that’s what you want. But, Chanyeol at least make your sister knows about me.”

            “I said no! Please, give me more time! I’ll be going back to sleep now! Bye!” Chanyeol sloppily returns his phone to the nightstand before he covers himself with the blanket and dive to the bed.

            “Good job.” A husky voice talks under his blanket.

            Not a minute later, his phone vibrates again. He groans in annoyance picking it up again.

            “Hyunjoong, I told y—” Laughter of a woman stops him from talking. He looks at the name register on his phone, making his heart jumps out from him when he finds out.

            “Who are you calling Hyunjoong? It’s me your Noona.” He rises in his bed for the second time with a nervous feeling.

            “N-noona?” He chuckles worriedly. “W-why did you call?”

            “I feel bad because you just hung up to Woobin-sshi carelessly. That’s mean, you brat.” How does she know he disconnected from his boyfriend’s call.

            ‘Don’t tell me.’

            “He was messing up with you.” She laughs again. “He only wants us to have a coffee together and better if you are here as our mediator. And, you haven’t treated me yet!”

            “Can I speak with him?” A man’s voice asks on his sister’s end.

            “Sure.” His sister agrees and passes her phone to the person with him.

            “You know me, Chanyeol. I’m always full of surprises.” Woobin says playfully with the use of Yura’s handset.

            “I know and you’re never getting tired of it.”

~End~