Chanyeol frantically looked through his bag, cursing when he couldn’t find his medicine pouch. Behind him on the floor lay Baekhyun, knocked out cold.

“Oh come on, where’re those smelling salts?” he muttered as he rifled through each pocket.

Giving up, he dashed to the front of the store, making sure to duck and hide his face as he filled a large pitcher with icy cold tap water. Then he rushed back into the employee room and clumsily tipped the water all over Baekhyun’s face.

“Bleh! What—”

Baekhyun snorted and coughed up water as he opened his eyes. Chanyeol breathed a huge sigh of relief. He set the pitcher down and helped Baekhyun into a sitting position.

“Sorry about that, you fainted, and I didn’t know how to wake you up.”

“So you decided to give me a bath? Jeez that water is so cold!”

Chanyeol rummaged in the employee’s clothing box and tossed Baekhyun a dry shirt.

“Here, let me hang up your shirt. Put that on for now.”

Baekhyun shrugged out of his dripping wet shirt and Chanyeol couldn’t help his eyes as they traveled down the lean lines of Baekhyun’s glistening body. He blushed a rosy red and wrenched his eyes away, staring at the linoleum floor. Behind him Baekhyun cleared his throat.

“Right, so I’m being blackmailed. And if we don’t give this creep access to my phone then you and me are going to be front and center on the cover of every major newspaper tomorrow morning,” Baekhyun grunted as he placed his head in his hands.

Chanyeol sighed as he got up and started scrubbing the intruder’s muddy footprint off the floor. As he worked, he looked at the door h