Baekhyun slammed the door shut behind and threw himself on the bed. No one had made him so angry since his father had gone to prison. How often had the guys he'd slept with acted like they had a hangover? Just so they could pretend nothing happened. Until now, he was fine with it. Yes, he was even glad every time he could avoid an embarrassing conversation. However, he hadn't expected Chanyeol to be one of them. Especially not after Chanyeol had confessed to him. It was just another lie to get into his pants. didn't matter to him. It was just . Yet, lying and playing with his feelings was unforgivable. He should have punched that jerk much stronger.

Still hearing Chanyeol's voice through the closed door, Baekhyun put on his headphones to block any upcoming lies. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about the next step. In the end, he decided upon an early return. Tomorrow morning, he would call the airline and book the next flight home. The music in his ears soothed him and without noticing, he fell asleep.

When the wind flung open the window, the slam ripped Baekhyun from his sleep. "It's raining," Baekhyun thought of the obvious. He carefully approached the window and closed it, after making sure that no one or nothing was standing outside. Nightly thunderstorm on the beach was kind of creepy.

He was about to go to the living room to check the other windows as he found Chanyeol right next to the bedroom door. The older one was sitting on the floor with his hands behind his neck and his face looking down. He looked like a criminal who had been caught and was now waiting for his interrogation.

Immediately, Chanyeol noticed Baekhyun. He was silent, but his eyes were like those of a puppy when it asked for a treat.

"You were here the whole time?" Baekhyun asked, trying to avoid those eyes.

"Please listen to me." Chanyeol pleaded.

"Why? So you can tell me more lies? "

"I never lied to you. I really forgot what happened last night and it seems like we had slept with each other. But I didn't want to draw premature conclusions. That's why I ask you if we did? "

"I understand," Baekhyun replied. His voice was calm. Yet inside, he was burning in anger.

"Well, you know, sometimes there are situations that are not what they look like. And yesterday ..." Baekhyun paused. Yes, he had to admit he was a drama queen.

"It was exactly what it looked like." Baekhyun saw clearly how hope returned in Chanyeol's eyes and how it was immediately extinguished by his words. Even though he felt a touch of bad conscience, it was still a pleasure to punish Chanyeol. Suddenly, he was afraid of himself. Was he a sadist? A psychopath? When Chanyeol didn't know what to say, Baekhyun saved him from his suffering.

"You know what? Let's just pretend nothing had happened. You go your way and I go mine. "

"But that's not what I want." Chanyeol finally said.

"Then what do you want from me?"

"I want to know what happened. I want to know what to do. "

"Oh, and before you know that, you've decided to act like an ?" Baekhyun roared.

"I was wrong, I know. But I really don't know what happened after the kiss. I want you to tell me. I don't want to pretend nothing happened between us." Chanyeol explained.

"You didn't forget the kiss?" Baekhyun asked in amazement. Now it occurred to him, Chanyeol hadn't had a chance to speak at all.

"No, I didn't, neither the kiss nor what I said before. Was that the reason you're so mad at me?"

"Well ... yes." Wasn't it obvious? Everything seemed as if Chanyeol had only confessed to get Baekhyun into bed; and the morning after, he chose the easiest way to get out of the mess.

"Kyungsoo, I'm not that kind of man."

"If you'd know how many times I've heard that," Baekhyun stated.

"Would I ask you to tell me everything if I wanted to pretend I forgot everything?" Chanyeol mounted the decisive argument. For a brief moment, Baekhyun relaxed. Just then, something came back on his mind.

"And what exactly do you expect from me?" He asked curiously. By that Chanyeol breathed in deeply, as if he were afraid to ask the coming question.

"Do you regret it?" He asked.

"Do you regret it?" Baekhyun returned the question.

"No," Chanyeol answered without hesitation. "I mean, I can't remember, but I'm sure wouldn't regret it."

"Good, because I don't either," Baekhyun replied. Finally, an answer that made them both happy.

"So, that was 'Much Ado About Nothing'?" Chanyeol asked. This was less a question than a statement. The whole argument suddenly seemed ridiculous.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, nothing. I just meant I should have said it all from the start. Then, we probably wouldn't have fought. Can you forgive me? "

To be honest, anger can't fade so quickly. However, Baekhyun was also a reasonable person. There was no reason to continue being angry at Chanyeol. Even if, he wouldn't be able to say no to these puppy eyes.

"Of course." Chanyeol felt stones falling off his shoulders.

"Thank you," he said.

"That was our first fight as a couple ... well, a couple on a test run" Baekhyun pointed out.

"You're right."

"Do you know what's the best thing about fighting?" Baekhyun asked with a deeper voice as he approached Chanyeol.

'Please say, make-up ', Chanyeol thought. He wanted to be a gentleman. But even a gentleman had a desire.

"Make-up ," Baekhyun whispered in his ear. Even without looking, he knew Chanyeol was smiling. The next minute eerily passed as Chanyeol pulled him in for a kiss that took away his breath. Next thing he knew was lying on the bed, between Chanyeol's legs. Chanyeol, kneeling over him, bent down to give him another wet kiss on his neck.

"Should I tell you something about last night?" Baekhyun said breathlessly. Chanyeol let out a sound as a signal that he was listening. His attention, however, was focused on Baekhyun's flawless skin.

"I was very surprised. I didn't think you would be so wild in bed." Baekhyun said and conjured a smirk on Chanyeol's lips.

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Kyungsoo opened his eyes as his cell phone didn't stop vibrating. He hated this sound. Since he slept with music, he always set his alarm on vibration so that he could separate the sounds. Whoever was woken up by this noise for years would also hate it. With half-opened eyes, he looked at his phone. He'd just missed the call by a second. Including it, he had 15 missed calls, 5 kakaotalk messages, 3 SMS as well as notifications that he had new voicemails. And all were from Jun Myeon. Sometimes he wondered if Jun Myeon weren’t an old man. SMS was still acceptabl