"We're not yet married, yet you already saw mine," Kris jokingly complained, hands on his waist, not even scandalized a bit. It seemed like he was even proud of what he had accidentally showed off.   "Y-yah! Put that goddamn thing back!" he cursed, pointing at the innocent towel lying on the floor. Chanyeol felt his face turn pink, maybe red, and backed away swiftly with his hands covering his eyes.   Wrapping his towel back to his waist, Kris's eyes sparkled with naughtiness. "You can look now." he announced as he poked Chanyeol's shoulder. Chanyeol didn't even flinch so Kris repeated his words. "Oy."   "Aish! I'll just go to the kitchen." Chanyeol marched away without looking back and left Kris who was laughing silently and mockingly.   ~   Awkward.   It felt so awkward knowing in mind he had to sleep beside Kris.   Kris. That monkey. ing Kris Wu from Guangzhou, aged 25. Playboy, naughty, handsome. A menace to his once peaceful life before his twin asked for a very ridiculous favor.   What did he do to deserve a punishment like that? Was he a killer in his past life that he had to be punished like that?   "Left side, or right side?" he tersely asked, talking about which side of the bed Kris would like to position himself.   "On top of you," Kris jokingly whispered, almost incoherent, but loud enough for him to hear. He felt chills ran down his spine and he instantly shot him a glare. A deadly one, hoping he would get the 'chills' in a frightful way too. A stare that would shut him up and would make him realize that joking with him is impermissible and forbidden. But then, Kris chuckled (so unaffected to his dismay) and flopped himself coolly on the bed. "Right side." Kris spoke, burying his head with a huge yet fluffy pillow. He gently tapped the free space beside him indicating he wanted Chanyeol to finally lie down on the bed on which Chanyeol hesitantly did.   "Look, I don't want you touching me or what. No accidental touches, no kicking, and most especially, no snoring. Get it?"   He felt so ignored when Kris just turned off the lamp shade and covered himself with a blanket.  ~
  "Good morning, Mrs. Wu! What do you prefer––coffee, tea, or... me?" Kris asked, eyes following his every steps as he made his way through the kitchen, his face was stolid but he knew better. He's probably laughing on the inside. He rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear anything. He randomly grabbed an empty mug from the rack and poured himself some fresh milk from the fridge. Noticing the mug's design, his mouth quirked in full amusement.   "Rilakkuma? What are you, five years old?" he asked, eyes still pierced at the said thing. Kris shyly combed his hair with his fingers and smiled bashfully.   "Actually, that mug's the favorite mug of my nephew," Kris explained, eyes darted on Chanyeol's lips which made the latter grew anxious.  "You're a messy milk drinker." Kris used his fingers to wipe the upper part of his lips and Chanyeol's knees almost turned into jelly upon realizing what the older male was doing. His stomach surprisingly did a somersault, causing his free hand to unconsciously held onto the kitchen counter to support his weight, feeling surprisingly weak.    This guy––what was he doing to him? Normal Park Chanyeol wouldn't act like that.   "Are you okay?" Kris worriedly asked, gently rubbing Chanyeol's cheek.   His cheek, for goodness' sake.   A sudden heat rose up starting from the back of his neck up to his whole face and he hurriedly ducked his head low, afraid that the other might see his flushed face. He violently shoved his hand away and scoffed, acting as if he wasn't affected at all.   "Don't you ever touch me," he hissed. "Don't you have a work to attend to?"   Corner of Kris's lips lifted. "Can't wait to get rid of me?" He nonchalantly asked, took a sip of his coffee and hid his amused smile behind the mug. Chanyeol chose to roll his eyes instead of answering him so Kris just continued. "It's Sunday today, my day off. Besides, I am the CEO. I can choose the day when I want to work." he nonchalantly added.   "Oh. I have plans later. I'll go visit a friend." he informed. He felt like he had the need to tell him his whereabouts despite of the fact that his mind was telling him not to. ('I'm just playing the role of a good fiancé,' he'd reason to himself)   Kris put down his cup of coffee and pleadingly looked onto his eyes that were framed with thick-rimmed eyeglasses he usually wore during mornings. He blinked his eyes once, twice, thrice, before he spoke. "Can I go with you?"   "What? Of course you can't!" Chanyeol pan