Upon waking, Chanyeol found a little ball of fur and tail curled in his arms, sleeping soundly and silently. The sun shone brightly through the windows, casting a warm glow around the room. Getting up on his knees while still holding the boy and slightly opened the window, letting the breeze carry in the scent of growing flowers just right outside his window.

Baekhyun woke up with a small sneeze, earning a surprised look from Chanyeol. Then, he continued to sneeze until that's the only thing Chanyeol could hear. Quickly, he closed the window, realizing it was the pollen. Finally, the sneezing subsided and Baekhyun barked happily, now that he stopped sneezing.

Are you hungry Baekhyun? Baekhyun nodded vigorously, feeling as though he would disappear without substance. Smiling, Chanyeol swooped up the little boy, marched to the kitchen, and then set him down on the chair, which he stood up on just to reach his stubby arms and grab the napkin holder that came down with a crash. Chanyeol spun around to find Baekhyun sitting down, wagging his tail with napkins scattered around him and some sliding off of his own body.

Oh Baekhyun... Chanyeol sighed and worked on picking up all the napkins. Baekhyun plopped down and took the napkins he could reach and put them in a nice pile, feeling as though he did something wrong. Once they were all back, Baekhyun whimpered.

Baekhyun, what's wrong? All Baekhyun could do was feel sad. He wasn't able to express his feelings through words, since he couldn't speak anything but his and Chanyeol's name. It was like someone being illiterate, who could speak, but not read. For Baekhyun, he could understand what was being said, but he couldn't speak any of it. Although it might be odd, it was true, just like how babies can understand simple things their parents say, but are unable to utter a word beside "googoo" and/or "gaga."

Chanyeol... Baekhyun wracked his brain for the right word. Mad...? Chanyeol mad? He smiled inwardly, feeling accomplished that he created somewhat of an actual sentence.

Am I mad? Why would I be mad? Baekhyun pointed a stubby finger to the napkin holder, earning a large smile from the other. I'm not mad at you, silly! It was an accident! I know you didn't mean to make it fall. You were just curious.

Baekhyun nodded, glad that Chanyeol wasn't mad that he knocked over the napkins. Feeling himself rise from the chair, he realized Chanyeol had picked him up and was carrying to the stove to show him how to cook eggs. Since the eggs were already cracked, Chanyeol the stove and showed him how to scramble them. It was quite easy.

1. Break the yellow bubble in the middle

2. Mix it around

3. Keep mixing until more solid

4. Turn off stove

5. Mix them to become a lump of yellow stuff

After breakfast, Baekhyun fell asleep in Chanyeol's lap with a satisfied tummy. Truthfully, he hadn't remembered the last time he had a proper breakfast, maybe in the orphanage, but once he sprouted his ears and tail, they gave him away to an auctioneer, claiming they didn't want the other children to get lice or other disgusting diseases.

A/N: Awww, poor Baek.