part i.

It was happening again.

As he was promptly cutting vegetables in the kitchen that were to be thrown into a steam pot, Baekhyun heard the cracking of their front door and his husband's quiet "," when he realized what he had done. Used to the situation time and time again, Baekhyun sighed and dropped his activity. Striding over to the front of the apartment, he wiped his hands on his apron before taking it off and setting it on a counter top.

"Chanyeol, is that you?" he asked rather routinely.

"Hi, Baek," Chanyeol said as Baekhyun turned a corner and saw him standing near their cracked and newly broken door. "I didn't mean to."

"I know, I know," Baekhyun replied as he walked over. "You never do." Standing on his toes, he craned upwards and pressed his lips hastily on Chanyeol's lips. "How was work today?"

"Completely fine," Chanyeol sighed as he allowed Baekhyun to loosen his tie. "There hasn't been any crime going on in the city lately."

"Oh, that's not good," Baekhyun commented while he moved onto the buttons on the top of Chanyeol's white shirt.

Slanting his shoulders, Chanyeol nodded as he watched Baekhyun. "I know--I've been pent up. I don't want to be, but I just am."

"Hasn't Shadow been around?" Baekhyun asked, grabbing Chanyeol's hand and beginning to guide him to the living room.

"No! God knows where that bastard's been," Chanyeol groaned. "I feel like he's going to do something drastic."

"That wouldn't be very good," Baekhyun said as he settled Chanyeol on the couch. "Do you want some water? It's going to take a while for me to finish cooking."

Chanyeol began to shake his head, but then decided that he was feeling somewhat parched. "Yeah--That'd be nice."

"One glass of water for Seoul's best super hero coming right up," Baekhyun said, chuckling.

While he walked back to their kitchen, Chanyeol plopped down on the couch cushions. "What good of a super hero am I if I have nothing to do? All I do is accidentally break things when nothing's happening. It's like I become the city's villain when everyone's gone--I break things!"

"Don't say it like that," Baekhyun argued gently from the kitchen. "You just need someone to fight against. You have Shadow, don't you?"

All the way from the kitchen, Baekhyun could hear Chanyeol bitterly laugh. "Baek, I don't know where he is right now. He's probably off taking some sort of vacation! Argh, he's so confusing."

"And why's that?"

Rolling on his back, Chanyeol stared up at the ceiling. "I don't know. It's like he only a causes chaos when he wants to. He'll give me headaches for two weeks straight and then cause a pandemic, and the next thing I know, he's gone for two months."

Coming back with a glass of icy cold water, Baekhyun leaned over the back of the couch and held the glass out for Chanyeol, who took it with great thanks. Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol sat up and took a sip before returning back to his gloomy cloud.

"Maybe you can go out for a fly tonight? Exert some of that extra energy, maybe?" Baekhyun suggested.

Chanyeol thought about it for a while. "Maybe I should jump off the Namsan tower..."

"What?"

"Well, if Shadow's taking a vacation, I might as well do something fun instead of waiting around and waiting for something to happen," Chanyeol reasoned.

Moving around the couch, Baekhyun took a seat next to Chanyeol. "Well, I guess if you pull up and fly back up within three hundred meters from the ground, then--"

"That'd be playing it safe," Chanyeol said, waving Baekhyun's thought off. "How about one hundred feet?"

"You'd be smacking your face on the gravel if you waited that long to pull yourself back up," Baekhyun pointed out.

"Yeah, but it'd be more exciting, wouldn't it?"

Crossing his arms, Baekhyun gave Chanyeol a disapproving look. "Yeol, the last time Shadow left and you got bored, you nearly knocked a building off its foundation. And the time before that? You went on an extreme fishing trip, which got me a husband with a large cut on his arm."

"I heal quickly!"

"But if you die from doing something stupid, you can't bring yourself back to life," Baekhyun said.

Chanyeol opened his mouth to brashly refute, but then thought about it. "Well, see, we don't know that yet."

Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun shook his head. "If you think I'm going to have with your undead after you're done killing yourself, the answer's no." Pushing himself off the seating, Baekhyun gently patted Chanyeol on the cheek. "Fly around the city or something. Do something safe, alright?"

"Safe's not exciting," Chanyeol pouted.

"Shadow might come back soon, though," Baekhyun said optimistically as he left. "Maybe he'll have something in store for you."

"I don't know when that'll be." Chanyeol ruffled his hair and stood up, deciding to follow Baekhyun to the kitchen. Once there, he sat on a stool and watched as Baekhyun continued to cook. "So I'll try not to be so reckless this time. I promise."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, but gave Chanyeol a small smile. "You always make promises. You never keep them though."

Chanyeol frowned. "Hey, that's not true. I promised I'd marry you, didn't I?"

Laughing, Baekhyun nodded. "I forgot about that one."

Chanyeol snorted. "Of course, you did. Of course you'd forget, especially with that diamond ring on your ring finger screaming out my love for you every day," he said with a voice that was dripping with sarcasm.

Baekhyun glanced down at his hand and grinned. "Right. The ring you forged yourself."

"Damn right."

"Alright," Baekhyun said, trying to rephrase his previous statement. "You always promise to refrain from doing stupid things, but you end up coming home looking like you've been messing around with dangerous stuff."

"You know I get pent up and bored," Chanyeol sighed. "I guess you wouldn't understand. You're only human--literally."

Baekhyun slanted his lips as he turned away from the stove to face Chanyeol, who sat just over the kitchen island counter. "I'm only human, I know, but I know you more than you think. Listen, just wait a couple days, alright? Something might happen. There's going to be a masquerade ball held by the city soon, right?"

"Yeah, the mayor invited us to it as honored guests," Chanyeol mumbled.

"Then we'll go and hope that something tragic and terrifying ensues."

Chanyeol gave Baekhyun a look. "You want something terrible to happen?" he scoffed. "That's a little twisted, don't you think?"

"If it keeps you from killing yourself and making me go into widow status, then so be it. I hope Shadow comes back and s the entire place up," Baekhyun chuckled, throwing his hands up in front of him.

"I don't know whether to kiss you for caring," Chanyeol said with a small smirk, "or to punish you for wanting tragic things to happen around the city I live on a day to day basis to try and protect."

"How about you do both later tonight?" Baekhyun smirked.

"You mean ?"

"It's a great way to use some of that energy, Yeol," Baekhyun hummed.

"Maybe for humans," Chanyeol said. "I'm super human, remember?"

"Then we'll be up twice as long than normal couples. Simple as that."

Chanyeol chuckled. "Simple as that, I guess."

Nothing was more upsetting and frustrating to Baekhyun than overhearing Chanyeol's superhero activities at work. Having a career in the journalism line gave no room for Chanyeol to keep any secrets in terms of his activities and all its wonderful turn outs.

As he stood in the copy room waiting for the dinosaur machine to turn on and start, his ears caught word that Chanyeol had flown right into a bridge column and seriously damaged the infrastructure. The looks that he got around the bustling office made it obvious that people were curious as to what he had to say about his husband's dangerous activities, but Baekhyun carried on, smiling to the world as if he didn't want to smash Chanyeol's super thick skull against a wall for being so reckless.

Later that night, Baekhyun refused to talk to Chanyeol despite the giant's attempts to try and coax him into speaking. There wasn't much Baekhyun could do to try and stop Chanyeol's impulsive behavior. It was all out of his own humanly power. The best he could do was give the giant the silent treatment in hope that it would help to some degree.

"I'm sorry!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"I didn't see it in time!"

"I helped them fix it, Baek!"

"Look at me, Baek, I'm sorry..." Chanyeol said, putting his hands on Baekhyun's waist as the smaller tried to nudge him away. "I promise--"

"Don't you dare start, Park Chanyeol," Baekhyun said, finally breaking his silence. "This is like the millionth time that you've--"

"I know, I know," Chanyeol quickly said, pulling Baekhyun's back against him and rocking their bodies from side to side to try, calming the smaller male. There was a knife in Baekhyun's hand, and Chanyeol didn't want to end up in pieces like the vegetables on the cutting board. "I'm sorry..."

Sighing, Baekhyun gave up, setting aside all sharp objects and pushing Chanyeol slightly away. "I swear to god, Chanyeol..." he sighed, shaking his head. "If you don't learn to control yourself and quit making me worried all the time, then..."

Chanyeol frowned. "Then what?" he asked cautiously.

Pursing his lips, Baekhyun narrowed his eyes. "Then I'm leaving you...."

A silence passed as they kept their eyes locked. After a while, Baekhyun bit his lips and looked away, convincing Chanyeol that his bluff was actually the truth. When he tried to move elsewhere, Chanyeol caught him by the forearm, eyes tight on him with an expression on his face that made Baekhyun question whether he went too far with the bluff.

"No." Chanyeol's jaw locked just as his grip on Baekhyun's arm tightened. "You won't..." When Baekhyun said nothing, Chanyeol pulled him back. "Don't say stuff like that."

Holding his chin up high, Baekhyun grimaced. "Well, I don't want to live a life where all I do is constantly worry!"

Suddenly, it was Chanyeol who was on the offensive. Letting Baekhyun go, he took a step back and curled his hands into fists. "You knew it wasn't going to be an easy life with me, Baek," Chanyeol snapped. "I'm not even human, for crying out loud! Can normal people do this!?"

Snapping his fingers together, Chanyeol created a small flame on his index finger that quickly escalated, growing bigger and bigger until Baekhyun was left with his jaw open and eyes glued to the blackening ceiling.

"Park Chanyeol, you're going to burn down our apartment!" he screamed at the giant. "Stop it! We're going to get fined!"

Chanyeol conceded to Baekhyun's barks and vanquished the flame. "I don't know what you expected when you decided you wanted to marry me..." he mumbled before slowly moving out of the kitchen.

Baekhyun stood and watched as Chanyeol left. He tried to go back to cooking, but soon found that his mind was too preoccupied by their little clash. Sighing, he decided he couldn't continue on cooking while Chanyeol was somewhere in the apartment emotionally dead by his simple little white lie. Taking off his apron and turning off all gas appliances in use, he quickly washed his hands and made his way from room to room until he found Chanyeol curled up in their bed.

Quietly walking inside the bedroom, Baekhyun flipped the lights on and cocked his head at the sight of Chanyeol covering himself under the sheets. With a gentle look on his face, Baekhyun set a knee on the foot of the bed and began crawling his way to the large lump. Once he reached his husband, he began to poke the body and tug on the sheets.

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun hummed. "Open up the sheets and let me in, please." When Baekhyun received no response, he straddled Chanyeol and continued to try and provoke him. "Chanyeol, I'm pregnant," he cooed, "your alien created a child inside of me. Come out here and be a father."

Underneath the sheets, Chanyeol groaned and tried to wriggle Baekhyun off of him, but to no avail. "Get off."

Raising his brows, Baekhyun stopped moving. "I said I was sorry, Yeol," he said softly, continuing to try and pry himself forgiveness from the giant.

A passive silence ensued before Chanyeol flipped the covers off his face, meeting Baekhyun by the eyes. "Even if you were to leave me, I wouldn't let you go that easily," he said, giving Baekhyun a serious look.

Smiling, Baekhyun chuckled. "No. You wouldn't."

"I mean, you can try and run--I'd even give you a ten minute head start, but I'll always catch you."

"Of course."

"And you can't even fly away by plane, because I can fly faster than that, too."

"I know you do. I've seen you."

"Plus, where would you find someone else as handsome as me?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun thought about it. "Maybe in Italy I can find someone as handsome as y--"

"Trick question," Chanyeol cut in. "There's no one else so don't even try."

Laughing, Baekhyun leaned over and pulled the rest of the covers away from Chanyeol's face. Laying himself atop the giant, Baekhyun placed a quick kiss on Chanyeol's lips and grinned. "I wasn't planning to."

Chanyeol took the gesture, but remained silently watching Baekhyun for a few seconds. Then he said, "I'll be more careful... I mean it this time."

"That's all I'm asking for," Baekhyun said in return as he rolled off of Chanyeol and lied beside him, grabbing and holding onto the giant's hand.

They let the silence engulf them for a few minutes, not bothering to crack the comforting silence. However, the moment was broken the moment Chanyeol's stomach made its announcement that he was hungry. Softly laughing, Baekhyun untangled his fingers from Chanyeol's despite feeling the resistance by his husband.

"I'm going to finish up cooking," Baekhyun told him as he slid off the bed. "Come on."

"You're not going to give me the silent treatment anymore, are you?"

"Only if you don't help," Baekhyun grinned.

Raising his brows, Chanyeol sat up on the bed and threw the covers off. "I'll help then."

Sensing the seriousness in Chanyeol's voice, Baekhyun was taken aback. "I was kidding--"

"The last time you were 'kidding' you threatened to leave me, so excuse me for not wanting to take any chances," Chanyeol said, sticking out his tongue as he stumbled off the bed, almost tripping on the bed sheets.

Baekhyun waited for Chanyeol to reach him, and when he did, Baekhyun lead the way out the door. "Like I said, I wasn't being serious, okay?"

Shaking his head, Chanyeol snorted as he threw his arm around Baekhyun's shoulder, pulling him in closer as they walked. "I can risk my life for other people, Baek, but believe me. I wouldn't risk anything if it meant losing you, alright?"

"Okay."

"I mean it."

"I know."

Baekhyun knew he had to do something.

If women had that time of the month, Chanyeol also had his, except in his case, it always happened whenever nothing exciting challenged him to his full potential; therefore all his stored energy is used up by doing careless things, which Baekhyun was convinced was the reason why he was so stressed at times.

As he listened to Chanyeol's heavy breathing and felt the giant's arm around his waist, Baekhyun stayed up all night thinking about his options once again. It was around one in the morning when he decided that it was time to plan things once again to give Chanyeol his daily dose of criminal activity.

Standing up on his toes, Baekhyun quickly placed a kiss on Chanyeol's lips, teasingly refusing to give another when Chanyeol stretched his head down for more.

"Come on, Baek," Chanyeol pouted as Baekhyun fixed his appearance for him.

"It's punishment, you large oaf," Baekhyun hummed, glancing upwards and giving Chanyeol a smirk. "Just for this morning."

Dissatisfied, but unrelenting, Chanyeol exaggeratedly slumped his shoulders. "Alright."

Baekhyun stepped back as he watched Chanyeol turn around, reaching for the door. He waited for a few convenient seconds before piping up about his plans for the day, trying to seem as casual as he could about it.

"I forgot to tell you!" he quickly said, causing Chanyeol to stop and look at him. "I have the day off so Jongin's coming over."

"Is he going to drop off some work again?" Chanyeol asked.

"Same as always," Baekhyun said, shrugging.

Chanyeol sighed. "You know, there's a reason why these are called days off, Park Baekhyun. You should really take the purpose seriously."

"I'll take it easy," Baekhyun assured with a smile.

"I'd rather you pamper yourself on these days," Chanyeol suggested as he pulled open the door. "But if you want to work, then I guess that's fine, too. Just don't overwork yourself."

Walking Chanyeol out, Baekhyun leaned against the door. "I won't," he replied as he continued to give his skeptical husband a smile that refused to falter. "The same goes for you. Don't do anything stupid. Please."

"I won't."

They stood frozen for a second before Chanyeol thought what the hell and stooped down to steal another kiss from Baekhyun's lips. "One for the road," was his reason. And when he disappeared and went off, Baekhyun rolled his eyes, chuckling as he closed the door, not bothering to point out that the idiot didn't even use the road.

"Password?"

"Baek, come on."

"Fine."

Undoing the locks to the front door, Baekhyun pulled it open and stepped aside when Jongin let himself in. As the latter looked around the apartment as if to see if Chanyeol was really gone, Baekhyun fixed the welcome mat outside and closed the door.

"You know, this was really under short notice," Jongin commented, following Baekhyun to the bedroom.

"I should've called you days ago. I don't know why I kept pushing the issue aside," Baekhyun confessed. When he reached the hallway, he flipped the lights on.

"Well, I hope you've been using your time wisely," Jongin sighed as glanced up at the light fixtures.

"I've been thinking--as usual."

Reaching his office, Baekhyun pushed inside and immediately headed to the walk in closet. Jongin followed soon after and watched as Baekhyun scrambled to carry box after box out of the room. "Doesn't Chanyeol ever wonder why you clean the rest of your house, but not this cluster of ?" he muttered, bearing witness to the multitude of papers lying around.

"He does, but he doesn't bother me about it, because he knows I don't like it when he asks," Baekhyun chuckled as he went deeper and deeper until he found the box he was looking for. "It's pretty helpful though," he grunted as he made his way back. "He doesn't come in here to rummage around."

"Imagine the surprise he'd get if he found out what you like to do as a hobby."

"The things I do for love," Baekhyun sighed.

Setting the large brown box in between them, Baekhyun crouched down and began to pull items out. First out in the open was a pair of dark black jeans and a cloak followed by a mask and a pair of black gloves.

"Lately, the jeans have been feeling a bit tight," Baekhyun mumbled as he continued to pull things out until he decided to just ultimately dump it all on the floor. "Chanyeol says he likes how my feels though, so I'm conflicted about whether or not I should go on a diet..."

"I'm not here to talk about your and your love life," Jongin scoffed, "so put on your game face."

Baekhyun smirked and ran a hand through his hair. "If you say so, my beloved sidekick."

Rolling his eyes at the term, Jongin ignored the remark and watched as Baekhyun pulled out a couple of devices. "How many left over hand grenades do you have?" he asked.

"I think I have about ten left," Baekhyun mumbled as he looked for more, setting aside the five that he found. "Chanyeol managed to take half of the ones I made the last time we had an encounter with him. I think he figured out that they're dissolvable with water."

"You make it too easy for him to foil you," Jongin commented.

"I like to be environmentally efficient while I'm trying to entertain my husband, alright?" Baekhyun replied after finding only seven. "Should I make more?"

"That depends," Jongin said as he took a seat on the floor. "When're we doing this?"

"There's a masquerade ball coming up," Baekhyun said as he took out a Taser gun. "Chanyeol and I are honored guests at the event--is this too bland of a weapon?"

"That's just in a few days," Jongin said, laying his eyes on the buzzing weapon that Baekhyun was putting dangerously close to him. "I can--stop that-- I can build some bombs that we can stick to the walls again. I have nothing on my schedule since Kyungsoo wants me to stay home and take care of this new dog that we got."

"Perfect," Baekhyun said, his bottom lip. "Don't make them too intense. I don't want to cause too much damage. Chanyeol always ends up offering to help fix things and I'd rather have him home."

Jongin reached over and took the coiled copper wires. "Are we going to be doing anything with electricity?"

"Yeah, but you just need to infiltrate the power box in the venue's basement and shut the systems down for a few minutes."

"Should I just control the system with my computer so we can time the shut down when you plan to start?"

"That's an even better idea," Baekhyun hummed. When he spotted a small box and a wireless microphone, he remembered something. Reaching for the item, he said, "Before I forget, we need to get this voice box fixed."

"What's wrong with it?" Jongin asked as he took the black box from Baekhyun's hand. Turning on the device, he tested it out. "Hello? Hello?" He looked at it. "It seems fine to me."

"It's not fine," Baekhyun insisted taking the device back. "Listen."

Putting the earpiece on and positioning the small microphone near his mouth, Baekhyun cleared his throat. "Hello," he tested. "I'm Shadow. Fear me."

Giving Baekhyun a skeptical look, Jongin quirked his lips. "I don't hear anything wrong with it?"

Grunting, Baekhyun took off the device and held it in front of Jongin's face. "You can clearly hear my voice. It's not deep enough."

"It's fine!" Jongin persisted, pushing Baekhyun's hand back.

"No, no," Baekhyun denied, shaking his head. "It needs to be fixed."

"Really?" Jongin said as if he was in disbelief over Baekhyun's paranoia.

"Please."

Giving into the demands of his unrelenting friend, Jongin took back the device and set it aside, making a mental note to take it with him. "Okay, fine. I'll see what I can do."

Baekhyun smiled. "I'm so lucky to have you as a sidekick."

"I'm not your sidekick," Jongin scoffed, giving Baekhyun a glance as he rose to his feet. "This is just fun every once in a while."

"It's kind of like a boys night out."

"Except we go around trying to kill your husband," Jongin pointed out. "He burned me last time, you know." Pulling up the sleeve of his jacket, he took a moment to show Baekhyun the small, but noticeable scar on his forearm. "I had to tell Kyungsoo that it happened when I was trying to bake."

Baekhyun frowned as he touched the scar. "We need to fix your suit then..." he mumbled before looking up and meeting Jongin's eyes. "Have the sleeves be longer. Then make the entire thing fireproof like mine."

"Yours is fireproof?"

A silence followed.

"You're kidding, right?"

Jongin gave him a blank look. "Are you seriously telling me that all this time, I didn't even have to worry about getting burned to dust by your husband if I had a suit like yours?"

"Do you really think I'd be cocky five feet away from him if I didn't have that thing?" Groaning, Baekhyun slapped a hand on his forehead, slowly dragging it down on his face. "Just get yours tailored. I'll give you the number of the guy who made mine."

Grumbling things near the lines of "All this ing time," and "God, damn it, I'm banned from the kitchen because of this," Jongin found a plastic bag around the room and tossed Baekhyun's voice box inside it as well as one of the homemade grenades, taking it upon himself to make more.

After Baekhyun set everything back in the box and made sure nothing had been accidentally set off, he left the room first before locking it after Jongin stepped out as well. Just as he was about to speak, the two of them heard Baekhyun's cellphone ringing.

Apologizing, Baekhyun left Jongin to walk to the living room without him as he rushed to the bedroom and unplugged the cellular device from its charger. After seeing Chanyeol's name flash up on the screen, he took the call without hesitation.

"Hey," he greeted in a bright tone as if he wasn't being a diabolical spouse a few minutes before. "What's going on? Why're you calling?"

"I just wanted to check up on you," Chanyeol replied before asking, "why do you sound like you're breathless?"

"Hm? Oh, I just got done running over here to answer the phone," Baekhyun replied, rubbing his forehead. "I was working."

"Take it easy," Chanyeol reminded him.

Nodding as if Chanyeol could see him, Baekhyun hummed in agreement. "I know, I know. You take it easy, too."

"It's been too easy lately, Baek," he heard Chanyeol sigh. "I need something other than saving a few cats here and there."

Pursing his lips, Baekhyun listened as Chanyeol spoke of his boredom and struggle to contain himself. "Maybe something will happen soon," Baekhyun said once again, trying to keep Chanyeol's hopes up.

"Oddly enough, I hope so."

Pausing for a few seconds, Baekhyun took in a breath and attempted to pull the mood back up. "Anyways, I set up an appointment for you tomorrow at the tuxedo store for a fitting. I'll go with you, of course. We need to get our costumes in gear for the ball--and by that, I mean we need to get our masks."

"Can we get matching masks?"

"If you want," Baekhyun said, smiling.

"Well, I have to go now. There's a fire on the other side of the city," Chanyeol sighed, sounding tired and bored, "but I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you, too."

After hanging up, Baekhyun was left to stare at his home screen for the longest time, contemplating on how Chanyeol sounded during the entire call; weary. Biting his lips, he gripped the phone in his hand before turning his head and shouting for Jongin.

Plans needed to be changed and heightened to something a little more dramatic and drastic.

"Things happen, plans change. I'm going need you to reconfigure the sprinkler system inside, too."

"So that any remnants of the bomb doesn't catch anything on fire?"

"That, plus it'll keep certain things in check."

The venue was as flashy as Baekhyun expected it to be. The city had their own red carpet event, which he had to drag Chanyeol to for appearances sake despite the taller not wanting to bother with the flash photography. Holding Chanyeol's hand, Baekhyun took his time bowing and greeting a few people until Chanyeol decided that the public had enough photos and began to pull him in towards the large building.

Nothing was spared in decorating the palace-like insides of the venue and as Baekhyun put on his mask after helping Chanyeol put on his, he looked about to see if all the objects that Jongin and he had placed a few days before were present.

The security cameras around seemed perfectly fine to those who never paid attention much, but to Baekhyun's eye, he could see the bugs that Jongin planted the night before. When Chanyeol asked what he was smiling about, Baekhyun only laughed.

"It's just really nice in here. I can tell it's going to be a good night."

"Let's say that people are going to get hurt--"

"Jongin, when has someone ever gotten hurt?"

"Baek, it's only because of your husband that no one ever does."

"Exactly. Now place a detonator on the glass ceiling."

"I swear to god, we're going to blind someone."

To no surprise, the appetizers going around on the trays were delicious as always. Baekhyun had no issue eating and laughing with Chanyeol as the two of them moved past many people to hunt for the better ones, but it was right along Baekhyun's fifth or sixth jumbo shrimp that he remembered that his outfit was beginning to tighten. Instead of ruining the mood by refusing to eat anymore, Baekhyun played it off and shoved the shrimp in Chanyeol's mouth, cooing at him to eat it.

"Sometimes I think about hiring people."

"Why don't you?"

"This gig is kind of a secret."

"Then let's make people."

Falling into the urge, Chanyeol hooked his two fingers on collar of his suit and began to tug. "This is really uncomfortable, Baek."

Baekhyun gave him a look before looking around. The two of them stood out like two sore thumbs in the midst of a crowd that was very social. But it wasn't soon until they moved from people to people, making small talk along the way.

The entire ball was supposed to be anonymous, but everyone already knew who was behind the masks that they wore. Chanyeol's height and voice gave it away, and by default, the smaller male beside him was obviously his husband.

Having plans to destroy everyone's night didn't mean that Baekhyun couldn't have fun while he still could. After deciding that they had socialized enough, he pulled Chanyeol to the dance floor, smiling at the grateful giant and interlocked their fingers.

The music changed for the better--in Baekhyun's opinion. It went from slow and classical to something a little more classically , which was a good enough excuse for him to dance against Chanyeol with his back up against the giant's chest, subtly moving his hips and moving away when he felt Chanyeol becoming needy.

"What're you doing?" Chanyeol huskily asked against his ear when he held him by the waist and drew him back in. "This isn't the time to be a little vixen."

"Hmmm," Baekhyun hummed, placing his hand on top of Chanyeol's, slowly prying his hold off his waist. "I'm not doing anything."

"Of course you're not," Chanyeol quietly scoffed as he turned Baekhyun to face him. Smirking down at the male, Chanyeol took notice of how the mask helped showcase his husband's eyes. "You wouldn't do something as evil as trying to get me aroused at a public event, right?"

Grinning, Baekhyun shook his head as he laughed. "I'm nowhere near that evil."

I'm above and beyond.

Baekhyun and Shadow are two people that are never at the same place at the same time. And for that, Baekhyun is glad his husband wasn't sharp enough to pick up on the fact.

As the ball dragged on, Baekhyun waited for the large clock bearing over the venue's grand staircase to ring at ten before he made his move. He worked the suspense as he danced with Chanyeol, faking gradual illness until Chanyeol had to pull them aside.

Cupping Baekhyun's face, Chanyeol looked worriedly at him with his features strict. "Are you okay? What's wrong? Do you feel sick?"

Baekhyun bit his lips for effect and began to breathe heavily before closing his eyes. Shaking Chanyeol's hands off, he took a step back, placing a hand on his forehead. "I...I think I need to go to the bathroom," he mumbled.

"I'll go with you--"

"No," Baekhyun said quickly, furiously shaking his head. "Stay here. You're the guest of honor. I think they're going to announce some sort of award for you soon. I'll be fine."

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol said sternly.

"I'll be fine!" Baekhyun insisted, trying to smile.

For a second, Chanyeol remained stoic before he hesitantly relented. "If you're not back in five minutes, I'm going in the restroom. I don't want you accidentally fainting."

"I'm sure someone will find me if that ever happened," Baekhyun grinned as he began to move again, leaving Chanyeol in the middle of the dance floor.

"That wasn't funny!" Chanyeol called out.

As he watched Baekhyun's figure disappear, Chanyeol pursed his lips and slumped his shoulders, internally worrying for the smaller man. However worried he was, he was forced to set his feelings aside for the meantime as he was asked by a young beautiful lady for a dance.

a/n: aww little fara used to write super hero aus haha

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