*

It feels like he's going back to being young again.

An innocent thirteen-year old boy who plays and wants to have fun, then feels scared of being yelled at for getting dirty because of playing soccer, so he decides to sneak into the house without being caught.

Instead he is not alone and is no longer a child. He's now with someone that is Baekhyun and he's already an adult. It's the same feeling but in different time.

"Why are you laughing like that Chanyeol sunbae?" Baekhyun asks, turning his head at Chanyeol behind him when he hears a chuckle. Chanyeol notes the fog coming out of Baekhyun's lips indicating he's really cold.

"I just remembered something," Chanyeol answers, his voice echoing inside the mini tunnel. He rubs his palms together and ushers Baekhyun to look ahead of him. "Come on, keep going. We're close to the basement."

"Our arms and knees are already full of mud," Baekhyun says with a laugh as he crawls gently, making sure he won't land on something sharp. It's dark and cramped, but he can still see something and move properly, "Good thing it doesn't smell like shit here. The soil feels nice, too."

"I dug this tunnel eight years ago and sneaked in here for almost everyday. I never encountered any animal manure," Chanyeol says, crawling after Baekhyun as he stares at Baekhyun's moving ass, "It's nice, right?"

"Yeah. I wish I could've played with you when you were young," Baekhyun says, stopping suddenly. Chanyeol's face bumped on Baekhyun's corgi butt.

"Oh! I'm sorry."

"God, Baekhyun. Did you do that on purpose?" Chanyeol says, rubbing his nose, and right away realizing he's putting more dirt on his nose as well as to his face. "Oh, fuck."

"We're here! I can see the light!" Baekhyun says, creeping out of the hole fast and leaving Chanyeol inside. He lets out a victory squeal when he finally gets his body out. Chanyeol is right, they're at the basement inside the house.

"Hey, come out now!"

"Uhm, care to help me?" Baekhyun sees Chanyeol's head peeking inside the hole of the mini tunnel. His body is stuck. "I can't fucking get out."

Baekhyun chuckles at that. "Oh, I almost forgot you barely entered the tunnel. Here, grab my hand."

"I was still small back then. I never knew I would grow this tall and handsome," Chanyeol says.

"The handsome part wasn't necessary, though."

"It's real, though."

Baekhyun uses all his strength to pull Chanyeol out, while the other male wriggles himself until he gets his body out of the tunnel. He lands on top of Baekhyun after they both fall on the floor.

It's like a scene in Korean dramas wherein they stare at each other's eyes intently, and a romantic music plays in the background while everything turns into slow motion. Blushing hard, Baekhyun's eyes widen when Chanyeol leans his face closer to his.

"Do you want to..."

Baekhyun coughs into his face as he lies underneath Chanyeol. He looks away nervously.

"Uhm! I-I think my backbone just cracked."

Chanyeol is still staring down at him.

"Please get off me. You're heavy."

"I want to fuck you right here."

Silence.

"I said I want to fuck you right here."

Baekhyun stares back with all his might as if they were in a staring competition. Chanyeol's brown eyes are trained at him, his breath is steady and warm.

Chanyeol is about to press a kiss on Baekhyun's mouth when Baekhyun suddenly blocks his face, so he ends up shoving his lips against his dirt-covered palm. Baekhyun lets out a teasing giggle, pushing Chanyeol away.

"I was being serious about it, okay? You could've been nicer if you don't wanna put out," Chanyeol spits the soil out of his mouth. "You don't have to do that."

"Let's get out of here before someone sees us," Baekhyun stands up and awkwardly dusts off his clothes, "Come on."

"I'm surprised you turned me down when in fact it's always you who's willing to fuck whenever and wherever we feel like doing it," Chanyeol says, never letting go of the topic, "I'm greatly offended."

"I do wanna have sex with you but not in here, Chanyeol sunbae." Baekhyun says, then he tears his gaze away, "And uhm, not now."

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, "And why is that?"

"It's just, well. I'm not in the mood to get my ass banged," Baekhyun reasons out coyly, heading to the door, "Let's go!"

"Then just blow me."

"No!"

"How about tomorrow?" Chanyeol hopefully says.

"Nope!"

"The day after tomorrow?"

Baekhyun grins. "Then will you bottom for me?"

Chanyeol grabs the hood of Baekhyun's jacket, pulls it up to cover his head, and drags him out of the room. Baekhyun flails his arms in the air as Chanyeol tugs him.

"Ahhh! Noooo! Let me go!"

*

On tippy toes, they climb up to the second floor like ninjas as quiet as possible careful not to wake the maids up. Baekhyun keeps his giggles inside his chest it hurts so much when Chanyeol has his toe stubbed on the last step of the stairs.

What the fuck! Chanyeol curses in mute under his breath while he limps, dragging his foot he almost cries in pain. Baekhyun helps him get up, still laughing at Chanyeol's struggles.

"Ah, it feels so good," Chanyeol says just as soon as he submerges his body into the bathtub full of warm water, leaving the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. There are muddy footprints, too.

Baekhyun glares. "I cleaned this bathroom all day and you're just gonna make it dirty."

"Babe. Come here," Chanyeol calls while closing his eyes. He cracks his neck and relaxes his tired muscles under the bath. "The water feels nice."

"Yeah, wait a second!"

Baekhyun strips out of his clothes in front of Chanyeol who's already in the tub. He nicely folded them as well as Chanyeol's, before putting them inside the laundry basket.

"You don't have to do that," Chanyeol says, looking at Baekhyun's naked butt while the male also mops the floor. "The maids will take care of that. Don't touch that."

"But still, your mother would find out we used the bathroom if she saw this so we shouldn't leave any evidence!" Baekhyun reasons out, putting a hand on his hips. "There. Now it's clean again."

Chanyeol doesn't know whether to snort or laugh at Baekhyun's antics, so he just does the latter.

Baekhyun shrugs. "Can I still join you?"

"Maybe."

Baekhyun steps into the bathtub anyway while Chanyeol holds his arm carefully for him not to slip. He sits on the other side of the tub and soaks himself, while Chanyeol occupies the opposite side so they are facing each other.

Baekhyun hugs his knees while he plays with the water with droopy eyes, while Chanyeol has his arms on the either side of the tub, watching him fondly.

"You okay?" Chanyeol asks in the quiet, and his deep voice reverbarating inside the four corners of the bathroom sends vibrations to Baekhyun's heart.

"You look a little tired."

"I'm okay," Baekhyun mumbles, "I'm tired but I'm happy."

"Yeah?" Chanyeol says. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

"Do I still need to tell everything to you," Baekhyun mutters, "when you already can read me like an open book?"

Chanyeol shrugs, "Well, you're right about that. I also know you farted in the tub just now."

Baekhyun blushes, splashing water at Chanyeol. "I didn't!"

"Come here."

Baekhyun comes closer.

"Turn around."

Baekhyun turns around so that he is sitting in between Chanyeol's parted thighs. Chanyeol grabs a loofah nearby and wets it, before pouring body wash on it until it makes bubbles. Baekhyun turns his head to check him out.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm scrubbing your back," Chanyeol says, gently scrubbing Baekhyun's back up and down. "This is a free service from me so be grateful."

Baekhyun admits it feels so damn good and relaxing, having that soft thing working on his back that was hurting earlier, especially when Chanyeol is being gentle and considerate without being asked.

"Thank you," Baekhyun mutters with a smile on his face, "It does feel good."

"My sister used to do this when I was young," Chanyeol says, lathering body scrub on Baekhyun's stiff shoulders and arms as well, "I was too lazy to take a bath myself after soccer practice so she would scrub my back and shampoo my hair for me."

"So you let her see your naked body on that age? Oh my god!"

Good thing Baekhyun is facing the other way, he won't see him blush.

"Idiot. Of course I was wearing my underwear," Chanyeol says, "She'd flick my dick if I didn't wear any."

"That's cute," Baekhyun says, "I'm wearing underwear, too when I shower with Sehun. He shouldn't see my dick."

Chanyeol stops.

"Why do you have to mention that name?"

"I just miss Sehun," Baekhyun pouts, "And all of our friends back in Seoul. I miss them."

"You wanna see them already?"

Baekhyun laughs. "If that would mean I have to be far away from you then I'd rather not."

"Tch," Chanyeol flicks his ear, "What a loyal puppy."

"I'm your loyal puppy."

Chanyeol rinses the shampoo off Baekhyun's hair, before he pulls him closer so that he is leaning against his chest, having him cuddled inside his arms.

Baekhyun lies on top of him, feeling light and sleepy.

"Baekhyun, I want to fuck you right here," Chanyeol says, "but I'd rather not." He stands up and scoops Baekhyun out of the water who's close to sleeping.

"I'm sorry... if I'm already tired," Baekhyun mumbles in a faint voice while Chanyeol dresses him up on the bed like a baby. He also dries Baekhyun's hair with a small towel. "I aplogize... if I can't... pleasure you... I feel so worthless..."

"It's okay. Just sleep," Chanyeol says, hovering on top of Baekhyun while he buttons his pajamas for him, "We can do it on the other day."

"Thank you," Baekhyun hums sleepily, "Good night."

Chanyeol brushes his fringe. "Sleep tight."

When Baekhyun has already fallen asleep, Chanyeol heads straight to the shower to finish his bath, and of course, to relieve himself. Sex with Baekhyun is harder now especially with the maids and his parents around the house. He just can't grab Baekhyun away and fuck him against the counter if he wants to unlike what he does back home. It just feels torture.

"Fuck, I can't believe I still have to masturbate like this," he mutters to himself as he furiously strokes his hard cock while he thinks of Baekhyun under the shower. This is kind of pathetic, he knows, but he is desperate for orgasm, "Ahh, shit! Come on, just release it already!"

He comes on the floor in two minutes. It's not as good as the real sex but it's fine for tonight.

Just like the last three nights.

After his bath, Chanyeol comes out of the bathroom in a bathrobe while he towels his hair, spotting his bed empty.

He blinks. "Where did he go?"

Wearing his clothes, he goes out of his room and searches every single room on the second floor to look for Baekhyun. Mostly, the rooms are spacious and empty so he isn't able to find Baekhyun there. He even checks the masters bedroom, just to make sure, only to find his parents dozing off with their backs facing each other.

Chanyeol sighs. He decides to review the CCTV on his computer an hour before he enters the bathroom, and there he sees Baekhyun getting out of the bed. He watches when Baekhyun goes downstairs and heads to the maids' quarters, the extended rooms separate from the mansion.

"What the hell is he doing there?" he mutters, going down in a rush as he follows Baekhyun's tracks.

It's one in the morning and he's in his pajamas walking around the house. Opening one of the doors of the quarters, he spots Baekhyun inside the small room, curled up sleeping at the bottom part of the bed bunk. He looks around the cramped space, seeing Baekhyun's luggage by the door as well as some of his little stuff.

Something pricks in his heart, seeing Baekhyun cold and small like this.

"You shouldn't be sleeping here," Chanyeol whispers to himself as he stares at Baekhyun's uncomfortable state. "You don't belong here."

Baekhyun coughs in his sleep, muttering puppy noises under his breath.

"You must be feeling really burdened... so why didn't you tell me?"

Do I still need to tell everything to you when you already can read me like an open book?

"I should've known, I'm sorry."

Chanyeol goes to Baekhyun and gently hoists him up bridal style, getting him out of that place to go back to his room. He lies Baekhyun on his comfortable bed and wraps him up with a blanket.

"This is where you belong, so don't sleep anywhere else other than my bed, understand?" Chanyeol says as if Baekhyun could hear him, "What's mine is already yours, and you deserve everything I have even if you don't ask for it."

Baekhyun breathes as an answer.

"Good. Now sleep."

*

Baekhyun wipes his sweat after he takes out two trash bags the maids asked him to throw away. He goes back into the house to resume washing the dishes in the kitchen when Youngmi suddenly calls him.

"You called for me, Ma'am?" Baekhyun asks politely. The woman sips on her tea and crosses her legs before she looks up to him, her face is still as stoic.

"You didn't listen to what I said, did you?" She stands up and folds her arms over her chest as she faces Baekhyun whose shoulders are slumped. "For how many times do I have to tell you? I don't want you sleeping on the same room with my son!"

Baekhyun flinches when Mrs. Park attempts to hit him, but she fortunately stops midair. She instead splashes Baekhyun's shirt with the hot tea she is drinking, so Baekhyun backs away while keeping his eyes lowered.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I was careless," Baekhyun stutters, "It won't happen again. I apologize..."

"Let me get things clear to you," Youngmi says. "The reason why I put up with you is because of Chanyeol. When in fact, I don't really like you," she points at Baekhyun's chest and pushes him using her finger, "You know why? Because you are biologically a male."

Baekhyun clenches his fists and keeps his tears at bay. "W-what's wrong if I am a guy?"

"Listen. A man shouldn't fall in love with another man. Are you forgetting the fact that you and Chanyeol are both guys? This thing, whatever you have," she leans in to Baekhyun's ear, "is not love. This bullshit you're doing is unacceptable in the eyes of everyone."

"P-please, don't say that," Baekhyun says, "Everything we have is real. We love each other and we're not doing anything wrong... Why won't you just understand that, Ma'am?"

"Byun Baekhyun, you're really stupid and naive," the woman points out. "If you wake up to your senses right now, I might consider you as Chanyeol's acquaintance but not as his lover. Keep that in your brain, or if you still have it, that is."

"I will do anything for you to accept me," Baekhyun says firmly, "I won't give up."

Mrs. Park gives him a glare, shoving him away. "Get out. I fucking despise you."

Baekhyun forces a smile though it already hurts inside, "Should I make you another tea, then?"

"Save it. I'm not having anything from you," she says, "Go back to work."

"She really is Chanyeol sunbae's mother," Baekhyun tells himself as he vaccums the floor of Chanyeol's room. He finished cleaning the masters bedroom, good thing Chanyeol and his Dad haven't arrived yet from fishing. Chanyeol won't see him do the maid's work.

"The way they speak is the same. Now I know why Chanyeol sunbae was harsh and rude to me back then." He laughs. "He took after his Mom, while he got his height and looks from his Dad."

Deciding to rest for a bit, he turns off the machine and sits down for a while. It's too quiet and boring without Chanyeol around so it might be a blessing that he's doing something around the house to keep himself busy. Doing household chores is actually fun, he learns stuff he didn't know how to do before. The maids are really nice to him and are always willing to teach him. They showed him how to properly do the laundry and wash the dishes. They also taught him how to make tea. They say doing household chores is a step towards becoming a good spouse, so it's also an advance preparation for married life.

Baekhyun blushes, suddenly thinking of getting married to Chanyeol in the future.

"Get back to your senses, Baekhyun," Baekhyun tells himself as he slaps his face with his hands, trying to erase that fantasy of Chanyeol going to work in a suit while him in an apron fixing his husband's necktie, "Oh my god, why does he have to look so handsome in a suit..."

His new phone inside his pocket vibrates. Baekhyun smiles. He recalls Chanyeol buying it for him because he lost his old one.

It's a message from Chanyeol.

A photo of the peaceful lake is attached. In the picture, Mr. Park is holding a fishing rod.

He's been like that for hours, I'm getting really bored. What are you doing right now?

"I'm thinking about you," Baekhyun answers with a smile, dreamily staring at Chanyeol's display picture on his messenger.

His phone vibrates again, signaling another message has arrived.

I want to see you so bad.

"I want to see you, too."

And I want to fuck you in this lake.

Baekhyun chokes out a giggle. "He's really persistent about it."

Thinking of a proper reply to Chanyeol, he doesn't come up with any. So he just stares at Chanyeol's message with a big grin across his face.

You're just reading my message. Did you fall asleep?

A thought pops out of Baekhyun's mind out of the blue, so he looks around Chanyeol's room and rummages through his cabinet. He sees a pen and a notebook and he excitedly gets them.

Then he starts to write.

*

"You're old enough to decide what is right and wrong," his old man says as Chanyeol drives in silence. "And I'm very disappointed with your life choices."

"Take your meds as soon as we arrive home," Chanyeol answers curtly, "Mother is waiting."

Sungjin just clears his throat, "Go back to Seoul right away. Take that boy with you."

"You don't have to tell me what to do. We're leaving on our own will," Chanyeol says, "And I'm not ending things between the two of us no matter what."

"I can't understand where you're coming from. He's just someone ordinary. You'll meet someone better in your life," Mr. Park says, "Someone that is not a he."

"This is the first time and definitely the last, that I've felt this way towards someone," Chanyeol says, "I've seen the world through Baekhyun. He is now my life and my reason."

"What!? This is ridiculous," his father says, "I didn't expect you'd really end up liking men."

"I don't like men," Chanyeol says, "I only like Baekhyun, and he happens to be a man."

*

To be continued.