Waking up the next morning after, Byun Baekhyun was filled with many emotions, and nearly very single one of them were foreign. He inhaled a steady breath as he sat up, and tugged the blankets around his waist as he glanced around his bedroom.

Park Chanyeol was nowhere to be found.

Baekhyun furrowed his brow and silently cursed himself for being so weak the night before. He couldn't believe he had allowed the mere sight of Chanyeol, and his strangely hypnotic touch, to twist Baekhyun's thoughts into a ball of complicated feelings and new desires. He also hated the feeling of disappointment he felt when he didn't see Chanyeol beside him when he woke up.

Baekhyun shook his head and rubbed his face as he slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before shuffling from his room. Park Chanyeol had been a mistake, and the first step to cleansing him out of Baekhyun's system was the bitter taste of his favorite brewed coffee.

As Baekhyun descended the stairs to his kitchen, his thoughts turned to the soothing warmth of a mug between his hands and a delicious heat running down his throat, and he thought he had begun to image things. He thought the smell of coffee was begin manifested through his desires for the rich liquid, but when he heard curses followed by the shattering of glass, he didn't believe it was only in his head.

Baekhyun gasped, immediately afraid he had an intruder in his home as he unthinkingly rushed around the corner into the kitchen to find Park Chanyeol standing in only his boxers with a guilty look upon his face, the shards of broken glass around his feet.

Baekhyun sighed, relieved it was only an idiot, and not a trespasser as he crossed his arms and demanded, "What do you think you're doing in my kitchen?"

Chanyeol gasped, and his eyes snapped up to meet Baekhyun's unreadable expression as he stammered, "I–I didn't mean to drop it. I–I'm sorry."

Baekhyun pursed his lips and stepped into the kitchen as he said, "You didn't answer my question, Park. What business do you have in my kitchen?" Baekhyun asked once more as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He blew on the steaming coffee before taking a small sip as he eyed Chanyeol over the brim of the mug, who's cheeks had grown flushed under the scrutiny.

Baekhyun arched a brow, and muttered, "Well, I'm waiting."

Chanyeol's blush deepened as he stammered, "I–I thought you would be hungry after last night so
I—-"

"Made me breakfast . . ." Baekhyun muttered with a chuckle. He sighed. "Oh, Park, you are peculiar. I mean, usually everyone leaves after sex, but you....you make breakfast."

"I'm not a hit-and-run type of guy, Mr. Byun," Chanyeol muttered.

"Call me Baekhyun."

Chanyeol's blush deepened as he murmured, "Baekhyun . . ."

Baekhyun smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he placed his coffee down before slowly approaching Chanyeol; as if he was a wild animal that could spook at a moment's notice. Baekhyun studied him, his eye never leaving Chanyeol's face, and growing nervous under the close scrutiny Chanyeol shifted his feet and rung his hands together. Baekhyun pursed his lips and slowly smiled as he purred, "You don't have to be so nervous, Park, I won't bite. At least . . . not right now," Baekhyun breathed.

Chanyeol gulped, and to avoid from having Baekhyun see him turn even more red in the cheeks, he dropped his gaze to the floor. He noticed the glass, and remembered he had dropped a mug. He kept his gaze down as he quietly mumbled, "Do you have a dustpan?"

Baekhyun nodded, and broke his eye contact to retrieve the little broom and dustpan from beneath the sink, allowing Chanyeol to slowly exhale his relief. When Baekhyun stood back up and handed it to Chanyeol, their eyes met briefly and Chanyeol flushed again, before once again dropping his eyes to the floor. But in that brief glance, Baekhyun saw something dangerous.

Baekhyun cleared his throat and waited for Chanyeol to finish cleaning up the glass before he muttered, "Why don't you sit down Chanyeol, and I'll cook. I can't have you breaking anymore of my dishes, after all."

Another blush flowed into Chanyeol's previous blush as he carefully sat down at the kitchen island on one of the stools, and watched with close attention as Baekhyun pulled out a pan before grabbing the eggs and other ingredients from his fridge. Chanyeol bit his bottom lip and fiddled with his hands, pursing his lips against all the things he wanted to ask.

Baekhyun could sense his nervous, fidgety energy, and peeked over his shoulder to catch his eye as he asked, "What is it, Chanyeol? I can practically hear your thoughts, so out with whatever it is."

Chanyeol still didn't say anything, but continued to bite his bottom lip. Baekhyun closed his eyes and took a calming breath before saying, "Chanyeol, just for future reference, I'm not a patient guy. So you better tell me what's on your mind right now before I completely lose my shit, do you understand?"

Chanyeol's eyes widened and his quickly nodded, but still, no words passed through his lips.

"Damn it, Chanyeol! Spit it out already!" Baekhyun yelled.

"We slept together!" Chanyeol gasped.

Baekhyun brow furrowed and he slowly inhaled before muttering, "I'm aware . . ." He kept his voice guarded, so not to show emotion, as Chanyeol continued to speak with his emotions fully on display.

"You're—-you're aware . . ." Chanyeol muttered with a frown. "Is that all, do you have anything else to say?"

Baekhyun kept his face impassive as he attended to a cooking egg, although Chanyeol couldn't see anything but his backside as he replied, "What do you want me to say?"

Chanyeol blinked in surprise, and his mouth opened and closed with words he couldn't coherently speak. Eventually, he managed to say, "I–I don't know, maybe I'm just looking for—-"

"If you say you're looking for a relationship, just forget about it! I don't date, Mr. Park, because unlike you, I am a hit-and-run type of guy," Baekhyun said matter-of-factly.

"Seriously, you don't ever—-"

"I like to have fun, Mr. Park, without strings and forms of commitment," Baekhyun said. "I'm not dating material, so if that's what you were hoping, sorry to burst your bubble but the only thing I'll ever give you is sex."

"But last night, you didn't—-"

"What did I just say!" Baekhyun snapped, his sharp tone causing Chanyeol to flinch. Baekhyun sighed, and felt an inkling of guilt. "Sorry, Chanyeol, but I've never been one for relationships. I didn't mean to mislead you, so if I did, I apologize wholeheartedly," Baekhyun said, and then taking a deep breath, he turned around to meet Chanyeol's sad eyes as he continued to say, "Last night shouldn't have happened, so I'd greatly appreciate it if you forgot it ever did, okay?"

Chanyeol merely nodded, too numb to even say a single word. His head was floating with questions, but he didn't dare think about asking them —- not yet, at least. He drifted into himself as Baekhyun continued to work on their breakfast, and once a plate of delicious food had been placed before him, how could he possibly force himself to forget? It was hopeless, because Byun Baekhyun —- Chanyeol's boss and an emotionless
dictator —- had somehow already weaved a path into his heart.

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A/N: Well, that was sad and rude. Anyway, please don't forget to vote and comment, thank you!

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