*

They're now heading back home after staying the night at the beach.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

It looks absolutely fascinating, how the cool wind blows gently at Baekhyun's face. Even in his side profile, the male looks beautiful as he maneuvers the stirring wheel. Chanyeol couldn't ask for more.

Baekhyun lets out a chuckle. "Stop!" With his free hand, he blocks Chanyeol's smug face, his eyes still focused on the road. "I can't concentrate on driving if you keep on looking at me, Chanyeol sunbae."

"Where should I look then?" Chanyeol dodges and laughs teasingly, even inching his face closer to Baekhyun who's now stifling his laughter, "Blinking is such a waste when I'm with you."

"Oh my god," Baekhyun cringes, faking a shiver, yet it is obvious on his face he's blushing hard, "You forgot to take your meds, didn't you?"

Silence falls inside the car as they jaunt down Brooklyn intersection. The country music from the radio is faint at six thirty in the morning. Some are jogging around the park meanwhile others are walking their dogs and drinking coffee-to-go.

Baekhyun clears his throat, tearing his gaze away.

"Ah, I think I want some coffee."

"How the fuck did you know?"

The atmosphere is suddenly tensed but it's still comfortable on Baekhyun's part. Chanyeol's mood seems to shift in less than three seconds--- and instead of getting terrified about the way Chanyeol glares, Baekhyun feels understanding towards him, and a slight pang of sorrow in his heart.

"Do you pity me?"

Baekhyun slows down and eventually halts the car. He fully turns to Chanyeol.

"Chanyeol sunbae..."

"Dad told you, didn't he?" Chanyeol says, and he pulls his hair in exasperation as if any minute from now he'll go berserk, "Fuck, I said keep it a secret!"

"Please don't get mad," Baekhyun says, bringing a comforting hand on Chanyeol's arm, "Your Dad only wants the best for you, and maybe he thinks that telling me about your condition before I leave is a better option than what you had in mind, right?"

"No. You must be hating on me now, I knew it," Chanyeol buries his face into his palms, sighing, "I don't want you to pity me just because I'm a fucking Bipolar. I look pathetic now in front of you. Ah, what the hell..."

Baekhyun freezes.

Then he bursts out into a loud, boisterous laugh.

Chanyeol looks at him.

"Hahahahahaha!" Baekhyun even wipes his imaginary tears. "Next joke, please!"

Chanyeol looks outright pissed. "Byun Baekhyun. Are you for real?"

"Of course, I am."

"I just told you I'm Bipolar."

"Well, at least you're not Schizophrenic," Baekhyun grins cheekily, then he resumes driving again, Park mansion is a few blocks away, "And whoever you are and whatever you have, I'll still love every part of you." He chuckles. "And I still think you are hot--- no, I think you are a hundred times hotter now. Oh my god!"

"You're insane," Chanyeol mutters while he shakes his head, and he admits a surge of relief has just replenished his soul now that he has nothing to hide anymore, "Why are you like this?"

"Because I'm Baekhyun, that is why," Baekhyun says, "I'm your Baekhyun, right?"

"Of course," Chanyeol says confidently, and yes, his mood definitely shifts in less than three seconds, "You're mine."

"And we're crazy?"

"Yes."

"And we're gross?"

Chanyeol shrugs, "Maybe sometimes?"

Baekhyun laughs, "I like it, though."

The house feels energetic now for some reason. There's a red car parked at the garage, and Baekhyun knows they have a visitor.

Chanyeol stops on his tracks as well as Baekhyun behind him, witnessing his parents, his sister, his sister's husband, and their baby, gathered at the dining hall having breakfast. The members of the family suddenly pause on their happy conversation seeing Chanyeol and Baekhyun who have just arrived.

Yura is the first to smile at Chanyeol, followed by his mother.

"Finally, you two are here," Youngmi lively greets as she looks at the couple, and Baekhyun may have heard that wrongly, "We're waiting for you to come. Take a seat so we can have breakfast."

"Bring it here," Sungin tells the maids.

"Baekhyun, you should eat a lot," Youngmi says, "I prepared a strawberry cake."

Confusion is written on Baekhyun's face as they sit down at the table together with the family, meanwhile Chanyeol is now expressionless. Baekhyun bows shyly at Yura and her husband.

"Hi, Baekhyun," Yura says to an embarrassed Baekhyun beside her. The male only responds with a timid H-hello before keeping his eyes back on his lap.

Chanyeol peeks at Baekhyun in front of him, and the moment their eyes meet, they automatically engage in a telepathic conversation.

You didn't tell me your family is gonna have breakfast together!

How the fuck would I know!?

Why is your mother suddenly nice to me? I'm scared!

I don't know either. Just be comfortable, okay?

I can't! ㅠㅠ

"Ehem, Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol quickly pulls himself out of of his reverie as he turns to his father beside him, "Oh, Dad. What is it?"

"Don't you wanna make a wish?" Mr. Park asks.

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows. "What for?"

Yura chuckles at his silly brother, "It's your birthday today, don't tell me you forgot?" She gestures at the strawberry cake with some candles on the table in front of him. "Oh my god, you're really an idiot."

Baekhyun's eyes widen, his mouth forming into an "o" shape as realization struck him hard. He forgot it's Chanyeol's birthday today, he fucking forgot! They spent dawn together and he didn't even greet him let alone prepared a gift for him. How could he forgot such a special day?

I'm sorry, Chanyeol sunbae! I love you!

Meanwhile Chanyeol looks surprised as well, not remembering his own birthday. Damn, he's indeed a fucking idiot and it's Baekhyun's fault.

"Blow out the candles and make a wish!" Yura says, clapping her hands after they sing a happy birthday song. Chanyeol does what he's supposed to do and silently mutters a prayer.

"What did you wish for, honey?" Youngmi asks.

"I wish that you'd stop interfering with my life," Chanyeol says. His mother is taken aback by his answer while Sungjin secretly cackles, "Enough with this shit. I want to eat now."

The breakfast goes on smoothly except for Baekhyun feeling uncomfortable from time to time. He knows it's just a wishful thinking, but he suddenly feels like he's belong and accepted by Chanyeol's family. Having a meal with them is a dream come true he never thought would actually happen.

It feels nice. It's Chanyeol's birthday yet he feels he's the one who has just received a precious gift.

"Earth to Baekhyun," Chanyeol calls the male who has been smiling creepily and zoning out into a distance, "Hey, the baby's gonna fall if you keep on spacing out. Hold her tighter."

The rattle toy Eri is shaking to his face seem to work on waking Baekhyun up from his trance.

"Wah~ wah~"

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Baekhyun embraces Yura's nine-month old daughter seated on his lap. He smiles sweetly at the baby and continues to play with her stubby fists while Yura is having tea with Sungjin, "You're so cute! Mngh!"

"She's so ugly," Chanyeol says, rolling his eyes at his niece. Now that Baekhyun is looking after his sister's child, Baekhyun won't even give his attention to him. "Will you please just put her back to her crib? I wanna go out and spend the rest of the day with you."

"But your sister asked me to take care of Eri," Baekhyun says, not even bothering to look at Chanyeol. He's too engrossed with the baby who is now playing with his hand. "Woah, she's clutching my finger!"

"Baba... Baba~!"

"Omg!" Baekhyun coos at the baby pointing at her mommy at the garden, "Did you hear that, Chanyeol sunbae? She said baba! She's so smart!"

Chanyeol massages his temples, "Baekhyun. It's my fucking birthday and I said I want to go out--"

"Baba! Baba!" Eri says, now looking at Baekhyun with her wide eyes, and it makes Baekhyun's heart soft, "Baba..."

"She's so cute! Aaahh!"

"Pabo*," Chanyeol tells the baby, "Pabo."

(*Korean term for idiot)

"What the hell," Baekhyun glares at Chanyeol, before distancing her away from him. He hugs her protectively, "Don't teach her bad words."

"Yepo*," Chanyeol tells the baby again, then he points at Baekhyun and smiles, "Okay?"

(*Korean term for pretty)

Baekhyun blushes hard at that. "G-go away!"

"What, I'm just telling her the truth," Chanyeol shrugs, "Listen, baby. This guy. He forgot uncle's birthday and now he's ignoring me."

"I-I'm not ignoring you," Baekhyun says with his eyes averted, the redness of his face won't still subside and it makes Chanyeol somehow amused. "As I've said, I need to take care of the baby for a while."

"Do you want to have one?"

Baekhyun turns to look at Chanyeol.

"A baby, I mean."

There is a loud noise that emerges from somewhere, but Baekhyun realizes it was just his heart drumming furiously inside his chest at that abrupt question. Chanyeol is looking at him with eyes full of sincerity and love in this world, so how can Baekhyun properly respond to that?

"W-w-w-what are you even saying---" Baekhyun chokes out an awkward laugh, "D-don't joke around, will you?"

"I'm serious," Chanyeol says, and it makes Baekhyun's knees melt, "I'm asking you. Do you want to have a baby?"

"Why are you asking such impossible question," Baekhyun mumbles, "It's either I'd turn straight and fuck a girl, or I'd magically turn into a girl and have a womb."

Chanyeol guffaws, "Let's just consider the latter in this case."

"Well... if it's gonna be from you... then I'd gladly want to have it," Baekhyun mumbles shyly without looking at Chanyeol, "B-but if it's gonna be from someone else... then forget it."

"Okay," Chanyeol says, feeling satisfied of what he heard. Seeing Baekhyun getting flustered three times now is an interesting thing to witness, "I understand."

"How about you?" Baekhyun asks back. Eri is looking at them quietly, as if she could understand what they're talking about, "Do you want to have a baby?"

"I already have one here," Chanyeol says, then he puts his hand on top of Baekhyun's hair and ruffles it, "And for me that's enough."

At times like this, whenever Chanyeol says something that makes his heart race, or does something that causes the butterflies in his stomach to flutter, all Baekhyun wishes is for the time to stop.

So that he can treasure every moment with him like there's no tomorrow ahead of them, and so that he can enjoy the remaining time he has left with him by his side.

"It's gonna be fine, Baekhyun. Don't worry," Chanyeol says, noticing Baekhyun's silence out of the blue after he puts the baby back to her crib, "You can survive two years without my cock. I believe in you."

Baekhyun is supposed to laugh, but he ends up frowning instead. "Can't you just undergo treatments in Seoul, though?"

"If only I could then I would. But I need to stay here," Chanyeol says, sighing sadly, "Don't think about it anymore, alright? We still have eight weeks to spend together, you should be happy."

"Okay," Baekhyun answers, then he wraps his arms around Chanyeol to gain a warm and comforting hug, "Chanyeol sunbae?"

"What is it?"

"Happy birthday," Baekhyun mutters, then he tips his toes up and presses a chaste kiss on Chanyeol's right cheek, "I'm sorry if I forgot to greet you. I haven't got you anything for your birthday either. I feel like a worthless boyfriend." He clears his throat and side-eyes him. "If only I can do something to make up to you..."

"Hm," Chanyeol hums, looking down at Baekhyun as he holds him by the shoulders. Baekhyun stares at him with those small, luscious, glinting eyes, "You completely know what I want as a present, right?

"Of course," Baekhyun giggles, wiggling his eyebrows, "I'll give you everything you want!"

"Good," Chanyeol replies, looks cautiously, around the house, and squints his eyes, "Now follow me."

*

"Hey, have you greeted Chanyeol yet?"

"Of course, I was ranked first," Jongin says while scrubbing the bathroom tiles. He wipes his sweat using his arm before he lathers cleaning agent on the surface, "I spammed our group chat with my birthday message."

Sehun shrugs, "Pass me the brush." He takes the brush outstretched to him as he splashes water on the toilet bowl. He sighs, there's still three bathrooms left and he's already exhausted. "I'm really terrible at rock paper scissors."

"Be thankful I volunteered to help you clean the bathrooms," Jongin says, grinning at his squeaky clean work, "You should buy me chicken after this."

"Jongin?"

"Hm?"

"Jongin..."

"What?"

"My eyes," Sehun faces him, and then he starts to shake hysterically with his eyes squeezed together, "I accidentally put bleach in my eyes!!!! Aaaaahhhhh!!!! It hurts!"

"Oh my fucking god!" Jongin screams, grabbing the shower head and aiming the water at Sehun's face, "Put your hands away!"

"I can't!" Sehun cries as he jumps, running around the bathroom in his boxers while Jongin chases after him, "Ahhhhh! Help me!"

"What's that noise inside?" Kyungsoo curiously turns to the direction of the screaming and sounds of slapping. Walking towards the bathroom, he furrows his eyebrows and slowly puts down the laundry basket he is holding.

"Ahhh, Jongin it hurts! I-I can't anymore!"

"Shh, it's gonna be fine, Sehun... Let me help you, okay? Open your eyes."

"But I'm scared!"

"Don't be scared! I'll make sure you'll feel good!"

Muttering a curse under his breath, Kyungsoo runs fast into the bathroom and kicks the door, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING!?"

There he sees Sehun hugging his knees close to his chest and Jongin holding a bidet. Both males turn to look at Kyungsoo who is panting for his breath.

Kyungsoo blinks.

"Oh, hi, Kyungsoo," Jongin greets his small boyfriend. Sehun sees him with his blurry vision. "Why are you here?"

"I can see now, oh my god," Sehun mutters as he rubs his eyes, "Can we take a break first? My eyes still sting."

"W-what happened," Kyungsoo skeptically asks, traveling his eyes back and forth to Sehun and Jongin who are naked except for their soaked underwears, "w-while I was outside?"

"Oh, that? Sehun accidentally put bleach in his eyes," Jongin says, helping Sehun get up. Sehun wobbles and blindly finds his way outside the bathroom. He ends up tripping to Kyungsoo's foot.

Kyungsoo laughs nervously, "I'm not gonna ask Sehun to clean the bathroom ever again." He glares at Jongin before he leaves. "As for you, continue what you're doing. You still have a lot of work to finish."

"But Kyungsoo!"

"Move!"

Sehun is wiping his face with a towel when he hears a soft knock on the door. Turning his head around, he sees his roommate already dancing his way to his bed like he owns it.

He furrows his eyebrows angrily, "What the fuck?"

"I'm filming a birthday greeting video for Chanyeol," Luhan says, smiling seductively, "Will you help me?"

"No," Sehun answers, shooing the male away, "And please, get off my bed."

"I'm not gonna leave unless you say you'll help me." Luhan watches how Sehun puts on a shirt in front of his cabinet, "Hey, you have such nice abs. Can I touch them?"

Sehun steps back. "Go away."

Luhan smiles. "Make me."

He stands up and stretches his hand out to Sehun.

"Kyungsoo!!!" Sehun heads to the door and hollers outside, waiting for the small male to come, "Luhan is harassing me!"

"Stop! Hitting! On! Him!" Kyungsoo hits Luhan while he reprimands him like a mom. Sehun looks traumatized when he arrives, and the younger won't leave his back no matter what, "You're scaring him!"

"I'm sorry, okay---ouch! I thought it's just cute when I tease him!"

"I'm not safe anymore in this house whenever he's around," Sehun sobs into Kyungsoo's shoulder, "I want to go home."

"I'll protect you from this bitch," Kyungsoo mutters, soothing Sehun's back affectionately, "Don't worry. He won't do anything bad to you as long as I'm here."

Sehun breathes in relief and pulls Kyungsoo for a comforting embrace, "Thank you, oh my god."

The second time Kyungsoo taps Sehun's shoulder while he still hugs him, a knowing smirk slips into his mouth. Luhan and him are sharing a look as they smile a victorious grin. It doesn't take a minute for the both of them to understand.

I did well, didn't? Luhan mouths, smiling at Kyungsoo.

Keep going, Kyungsoo mouths back, patting Sehun's hair, Until he fucking behaves.

"Uhm, guys?" Jongin calls from the inside of the bathroom as he pounds on the door, "I think I just got locked in here?"

*

"W-what if someone sees us here!?"

"No one will come here, Baekhyun. It's the basement, for fuck's sake."

Baekhyun gulps nervously and shifts his foot awkwardly. "O-okay, just please make this quick..."

"One more," Chanyeol puts the last of the ribbon he found on Baekhyun's hair before he backs away to check his creation, "There. You look perfect."

The color of the apples of Baekhyun's cheeks are red, same goes with the laces and ribbons wrapped beautifully around his entire stark naked body. The red knots are tied securely on every joints his limbs are connected--- to his thighs, hips, armpits, and neck--- he basically looks like a human puppet with red threads linked all over him.

Chanyeol gives a contented yet lustful smile, and he can't help getting turned on by this heavenly, god-given yet obscenely sinful and erotic sight of Byun Baekhyun sexily bondaged before him.

"I-I'm embarrassed," Baekhyun mumbles under his breath as he bears the heavy stare Chanyeol is throwing at him. He wants to hide his cock growing hard from Chanyeol's eyes, but he can't--- his arms are tied up to the ceiling. "D-don't look at me like that..."

"You're the most precious gift I'm receiving today," Chanyeol says as he takes his phone out to snap pictures of his bitch, "Pose for me like my private pornstar."

"W-what do you want me to do now?" Baekhyun asks, although he's already feeling really humiliated and ashamed. Chanyeol is constantly taking pictures of him--- all of his nudity in this kinky state--- and to be honest he doesn't know if he still has a face to show to Chanyeol after this.

"Spread your legs," Chanyeol instructs. He zooms in the camera to Baekhyun's cock, "And touch your cock while you look at me with half-lidded eyes."

Baekhyun does what he was told. "L-like this?"

"Yes, that's right," Chanyeol licks his lips while he holds his phone closer to Baekhyun while he records a video now. Baekhyun looks so obscene and pretty while he masturbates, "Ah, shit. I can feel my cock getting hard, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun wants to cry when Chanyeol fists his hair down in a rough manner, "Get down on your knees and suck me off."

The camera is still filming Baekhyun as Chanyeol fucks his mouth hard, making sure every thrust of his cock with Baekhyun's moans are caught in the recording. The video is getting shaky but Chanyeol couldn't care less, as long as Baekhyun is eating his cock whole down his throat enough for him to spurt his release on his entire face.

"Fuck, you look so goddamned beautiful," Chanyeol praises Baekhyun as he smears his cum on Baekhyun's cheek glossed with semen. Baekhyun giggles and attempts to bite Chanyeol's hand teasingly.

"Bad puppy," Chanyeol clicks his tongue.

"What should I do next, Chanyeol sunbae?" Baekhyun asks, his whole face occupying the screen of Chanyeol's phone during the video recoding.

Chanyeol smirks. "Hm. Do you remember your toys that I threw away?"

"My toys..." Baekhyun scrunches his eyebrows. "You mean... the sex toys?"

"Yes, I actually didn't throw them away," Chanyeol rummages into a shelf and brings out a black box in front of Baekhyun, "Because I thought you were gonna need them again."

Yanking the lid open, various sex toys in different colors, shapes, and sizes, welcome Baekhyun's eyes. Baekhyun's heart skips a beat, recalling the memory of him using these pleasurable plastics every night at the thought of Chanyeol.

"Well, look what we have here."

Baekhyun's whole face grows extremely hot in utter embarrassment when Chanyeol picks up a purple vibrator slash dildo which is 7.5 inches in size. He waves it in front of the camera close to Baekhyun's face.

"Did you miss this?" Chanyeol asks, "This is your favorite toy, right?"

"N-no," Baekhyun lies, "I don't know what you're saying..."

"Hm, I beg to differ," Chanyeol further says, "You were calling this thing, Chanyeol while you shove this plastic dick deep inside your ass, Baekhyun."

"W-when did I even do that!?" Baekhyun says, looking away. Chanyeol is such a tease, he won't stop waving the dildo in the air.

"You did it many times, when we fought and I woudn't fuck you, remember?" Chanyeol says. "You thought I didn't know?"

"F-fine! Please stop doing that, oh my god," Baekhyun mutters, "Just tell me what you want me to do..."

"I want you to---"

Chanyeol is about to tell Baekhyun his kinkiest idea of him fucking himself with the dildo, when his phone suddenly rings.

A telephone number is calling him.

What a nice cockblocker.

"Do you really have to answer it now?" Baekhyun says, obviously annoyed. He has a raging hard-on in between his legs needing immediate attention, for fuck's sake. "Chanyeol sunbae!"

"Shh!" Chanyeol hushes, turning around to answer his phone, "Hello?"

[Is this Mr. Chanyeol Park?]

He lifts an eyebrow at Baekhyun who's staring at him in bafflement, "Yes, who am I speaking with?"

[Good day, Sir. I apologize for the sudden disturbance but I'm calling from Brooklyn Police Department...]

Who is it!? Baekhyun mouths as Chanyeol intently listens.

[...Apparently, your mother, Youngmi Park is held up here in the station after committing an assault towards a woman...]

"Okay, I understand. I'll be there in five minutes. Thank you."

Chanyeol quickly pockets his phone and grabs his coat in panic, preparing to leave the basement when he hears a voice calling his name.

"CHANYEOL SUNBAE, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!?" Baekhyun yells, looking like he's about to cry. He's still naked and standing at the middle of the room with his hands tied and body covered with laces. "COME BACK HERE!"

Chanyeol slaps his face and laughs, "Fuck, I almost forgot about you, I'm sorry." He helps untangle Baekhyun. "We should just continue this tonight. I won't be able to fuck you now so just get off by yourself, okay?"

Baekhyun pouts in disappointment, and he can feel his dick getting soft now. "But why?"

Chanyeol sighs dramatically, massaging his forehead, "My mother is held up by the police. They said she assaulted someone. I don't know, I should go there now to find out what happened."

"Oh my god! What?!" Baekhyun says in shock, "I hope she's not hurt!"

Chanyeol gives him a look, "And you're seriously worried about her?"

"Of course! I am! She's your mom!" Baekhyun stands up in haste and runs butt-naked towards the door to unlock it, "Come on! We should go get her now!"

Shaking his head while smiling, Chanyeol chuckles and follows Baekhyun outside. He doesn't forget to stare at his lover's perky ass.

"This is why I love you the most."

*

To be continued.