*

There is shaving cream all over his jaw, and even in the bathroom sink with the running water as background noise, he still hears Baekhyun's chirpy voice in the room. Chanyeol hates the little stubble growing on his face so he's shaving it on a regular basis. He just likes a clean and neat appearance which he knows, makes him look more handsome.

As he stares at himself in the mirror, he gets the electric razor and brings it close to his chin, slowly shaving his annoying facial hair.

"...You can keep on liking me."

What the. That was close. He almost shaved his entire mouth. Who is Baekhyun talking to at this hour?

"Just how I keep on liking Chanyeol sunbae!"

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows and walks into the room, appearing right before Baekhyun. He sees him all splayed on his bed, giggling and rolling, a phone on his ear, a wide smile plastered on his face while a pillow is squished between his legs.

Baekhyun is laughing. Chanyeol is not amused.

"Good night Sehun, dream of me---"

"Hey. Who was that on the phone?"

Eyes widening, Baekhyun, as fast as a lighting, presses end call and returns back the telephone on the nightstand to where it belongs. He would have explained himself that it was just Sehun, if not for the sudden laughter escaping out of his lips seeing the look that Chanyeol is currently serving him.

Topless. A pair of crumpled boxer shorts. Unwashed shaving cream on his face. Messy bed-nest hair.

"Why are you laughing? You think something's funny?" Chanyeol asks, annoyed. He puts a hand on his hips, looking like an old hag, and points a toothbrush at Baekhyun he gets from somewhere. "Are you having a direct affair behind my back?"

"No! It's not that," Baekhyun wipes his imaginary happy tears, "You look cute," he gestures at his own face while chuckling, "I just! Pffft---put the toothbrush down!"

Chanyeol faces the mirror and curses to himself, discarding the toothbrush away. He cups water from the basin with his hands, washing off the remnants of the white foam. Grabbing a towel he dries his face up, and returns to Baekhyun who is not there on the bed the last time he saw him.

Well, what the fuck.

"I'm here!" Baekhyun exclaims, showing himself behind Chanyeol, and like a child he sticks his tongue out. "Were you looking for me?"

"So you like to play," Chanyeol sneers, grabbing Baekhyun on the waist and lifting his petite body up, making him squeal. "I'll play with you, then."

He places Baekhyun on top of the counter and spreads his legs so he can stand in the space between them. He knows the male isn't wearing underwear at this hour, and he proves himself right when he raises up his mini white dress (it's his sweatshirt actually that Baekhyun stole and trimmed the sleeves off).

Chanyeol clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he says in a disappointing tone, Baekhyun frowns and covers his genitals with his hand, trying to hide his little manhood. "The fuck, Baekhyun?"

"I-I know!" Baekhyun blushes and puffs his cheeks. Chanyeol is staring at his weiner and it makes him wanna poke his eyes. "Stop looking at it, okay!"

"Are you planning to grow a forest in there or what?" Chanyeol says, purposely grabbing Baekhyun's hand away to have a good look of his ungroomed, hairy dick. Baekhyun tries his best to cover it but to no avail

"It's just, I was too busy with school lately and I don't have much time to shave it!" Baekhyun defends, "So stop looking at my dick, it's in an ugly state now."

It's Chanyeol's turn to laugh now.

"Well. Let's make it pretty again." He uses his strength to open Baekhyun's knees apart, pushing him against the wall so that he is leaning comfortably, legs spread open. Baekhyun looks so goddamned hot in this obscene position, and the way he looks up to him under his lashes makes him more beautiful.

"Fuck, you're so shameless. Look at you, I haven't done anything yet but you're dick's already twitching."

"I-it's not twitching! I'm just cold," Baekhyun mumbles, averting his eyes but not really trying to stop Chanyeol when he begins lathering shaving cream above his shaft. "W-what are you doing?"

"I'm just, you know. Doing the basics," Chanyeol gets a manual razor and washes it. He gets closer to Baekhyun and locks his gaze into his eyes. "Stay still, will you?"

"No... Just stop it," Baekhyun gasps when he feels the sharp blade of the razor hitting his sensitive skin close to his semi-hard cock, "Not there... Aahhh... It tickles."

"Yeah? How about here?"

"It tickles, too."

"We need to clean you right here," Chanyeol says, holding Baekhyun's hard dick and flatting it down for him to get all the pubes off the skin nicely, "An ugly dick is a fucking turn off."

"I'm sorry, I will surely clean it next time," Baekhyun whispers, restraining himself to thrust his hips up to meet Chanyeol's hand holding his member. "Aahh.. Why are you holding it?"

"You're hard, Baekhyun. Are you that really horny? Why do you react so fast?"

"I-I can do it by myself, you don't have to, ah... do it!" the short male whimpers, unable to stay calm. He keeps on fidgeting. "Don't touch it, please... It will only get harder if you touch it longer..."

"Oh, you sure you don't want me to touch it?" Chanyeol teasingly asks. He runs the razor gently, finishing the job quickly. "We're almost done anyway so make your sausage soft."

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip and mutters, "I fucking hate you so much."

Chanyeol snorts, "You hate me? You can't even live without me let alone my cock."

"When did I even say that?"

"I don't know. Always? Every day?"

That is very much accurate but Baekhyun still hates him in so many levels. "Your cock's not that big, though! Sehun and Jongin's are bigger!"

"Tell that to my face while I fuck your ass with my thirteen point five inches dick," Chanyeol smugly says after he cleans Baekhyun up. He doesn't pay attention to his lover's erection again, pretending he can't sense Baekhyun's subtle hints that he wanted to be touched and fucked.

"Get dressed," Chanyeol says, already heading to his king-sized bed and leaving an unsatisfied Baekhyun by himself. He moans after he plops his body on the soft mattress. "It's getting late already so let's sleep."

Baekhyun tugs his cock to at least satisfy himself, stroking it slowly and watching it grow harder inside his pretty hand.

"Baekhyun, don't forget to turn off the lights after you put on your clothes."

Clenching his fist, he stares at his erect cock and mumbles, "You can't leave me like this, you bastard."

"Baekhyun! The lights."

"Yeah, wait a second!"

Son of a bitch.

Baekhyun takes off his clothes so he is stark naked, tiptoeing towards the light switch and flicking it down. The lampshade automatically turns on after that, making the room burst into a shade of sexy dim orange. He rummages on the second drawer of the bedside table, searching in the dark a small familiar bottle.

Aha. There it is.

He uncaps the lube with his slender naughty fingers, gently pouring a lavish amount of the slick liquid into his fingers. Peeking at Chanyeol whose back is now facing him, he rolls his eyes and starts poking his entrance, slowly fingering himself.

"Ah-aah..."

Chanyeol flinches.

"Haah... O-oh god..."

He turns his head towards the voice.

"Hmnnggh... Yes... Faster..."

He sees Baekhyun kneeling down the floor, sensually riding his own fingers buried deep inside his ass.

"Baekhyun, what the hell?"

Baekhyun just smiles sheepishly, and continues pleasuring his little tight asshole while sometimes stroking his cock. Chanyeol is looking at him expressionless, his face unreadable.

"Who told you to touch yourself," Chanyeol says, "Stop it."

Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Stop fucking yourself."

"I can't!"

"I'm gonna cut that dick off if you don't quit doing that."

Baekhyun shakes his head again. "I-I think I'm gonna---" he mutters breathlessly, now furiously jerking his cock, while staring at Chanyeol intently. "Chanyeol sunbae, c-can you please let me---? Aahhh!"

"No."

"Please?" Baekhyun begs. "It's gonna come out of my dick!"

"No."

"PLEASE?" Baekhyun sticks his bottom lip out. "It aches so much!"

"NO."

"PLEASE, PLEASE! PLEASE! PL---"

"Fine! Go to the bathroom and come into the toilet bowl," Chanyeol says, "And not on the bathtub for pete's sake."

Baekhyun runs as fast as he can like he were on a race, and the only thing that Chanyeol hears is his smutty moans and screams, echoing inside the bathroom. The toilet flushes and Baekhyun comes out relieved, still naked and confident of his body with a huge smile across his face.

"Shit, at least wear some clothes," Chanyeol sighs and throws him a pillow, hitting him on his balls, "Don't practice walking around naked like that. It'll become your habit."

"I'm sorry," Baekhyun apologizes, and he's finding clothes on Chanyeol's closet that matches his liking. He is too lazy to go to his room to pick his own shirt. He shows Chanyeol a black hoodie with 'sexual fantasies' printed on it, "Can I use this hoodie?"

"No. That's my favorite and you'll only get saliva on it."

"How about this white shirt instead?" Baekhyun asks. "It has some holes already."

"Yeah, you can use that."

Chanyeol sighs again, and goes back to lying on the bed. He feels the bed dip because of Baekhyun's weight, and senses a pair of arms hugging his waist. Baekhyun bites the skin on his back and it kinda stings a little.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Even if you're always rude to me," Baekhyun nuzzles his nose into the cozy warmth, "I'll definitely miss your grumpiness. When you're gone, no one will nag at me anymore... No one will tell me what to do and what not to do... No one will order me around and curse at me..."

Chanyeol doesn't answer.

"I depend so much on you that I can't even act right without you guiding me," Baekhyun hums, "I feel like you're my Daddy who always disciplines me whenever I do wrong."

Chanyeol coughs at that.

"It's so hard to let you go... I wish the time would stop right now so I can hold you close like this. So I can be with you longer... just like this." Baekhyun says, "Do you feel the same way too, Chanyeol sunbae?"

Chanyeol turns slowly and faces the other male, bedsheets rustling because of his movement. "What do you think?" Baekhyun can feel his breath fanning across his face. "Do I feel the same way?"

"Of course," Baekhyun mutters. "You won't be still here with me if you don't, right? You'll just leave me without saying goodbye? If I don't really matter to you, you could've gone to New York and already left me alone."

Chanyeol stares at him.

"Even if you don't say it out loud, I know you love me very much," Baekhyun says, smiling ear-to-ear, "You love me so much that you don't wanna lose me... You can't get me out of your head wherever you go... You can't stand a day without seeing me, and you always worry about me you think you're going crazy. Am I right or am I super right?"

"Aren't you so full of yourself," Chanyeol tears his gaze away. "I'm not that in love with you yet."

"You're a liar." Baekhyun wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Who knows. Maybe you're planning on taking me with you," he scrunches his nose at Chanyeol, "Maybe you're secretly preparing things for me so I can follow you there."

"You know what, you should better sleep this off. You're thinking unrealistic things."

"Maybe I should," Baekhyun hums, "Only if you sing me to sleep first."

"You know I don't do lame stuff like that," Chanyeol scoffs. He faces the ceiling and crosses his arms over his chest, "Singing is only for soft-hearted people."

"But you're a soft-hearted person," Baekhyun says. He places a hand on top of Chanyeol's chest, just right on his heart, "The Chanyeol sunbae that I know... had an ice-cold heart once... But the ice that froze his heart... has already melted."

". . . ."

"And turned into a sweet and soft chocolate!"

"How dare you compare my heart into a chocolate."

"Come on, just sing for me, okay?" Baekhyun coos, "The song that goes, My head's underwater, but I'm breathing fine~~ Nanana out of my mind~"

"No. Sing it yourself if you want it."

"Please?"

"No."

Baekhyun ends up sleeping on Chanyeol's arm, with Chanyeol mumbling the lyrics softly, his eyes blinking sleepily until they finally give up.

Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you---

*

"What's with this paper?"

They're at the library.

Baekhyun smiles softly at him and pulls out a chair in front of his desk, putting his backpack on the table. Chanyeol turns around, before looking back at Baekhyun in confusion.

"Remember what we do every Christmas?" Baekhyun starts, "We write a wishlist of what we're gonna do to celebrate it together."

"Okay?"

"And this Chanyeol sunbae," he points at the piece of paper lying flat on the desk, "is where you're gonna write your bucket list of things you want to do with me. I have mine, too! And we're gonna complete all the things listed in our papers before you leave."

"That idea is so fucking lame," Chanyeol comments, "Why a bucket list, though? Do I look like already dying to you? You want me to die?"

"Nooo! It's not like that!" Baekhyun cries, "Don't speak like that, it scares me so much!"

"Then why are you making me write a bucket list," Chanyeol mutters, "It's not like I'm already leaving you for good."

"Then just write an ordinary list of things you want to do with me," Baekhyun says, grinning, "not a bucket list."

"All right. Not a bucket list."

They spend a few minutes of silence writing on their respective papers. Baekhyun is sticking his tongue out as he writes down in concentration, while Chanyeol keeps a pokerface while writing. He knows when Baekhyun has thought of something that excites him, when the male's eyes suddenly go big followed by him jolting on his seat. Such a baby.

"Are you done?" Chanyeol asks boredly.

"Not yet!" Baekhyun covers his paper like a kid taking his exam. "No peeking!"

"Well, let's see."

Impatient, Chanyeol grabs the paper from Baekhyun's hands it almost crumples, and raises it in the air for the shorter not to reach it. Baekhyun screams and tries to get it but to no avail, his small face is being shoved down by Chanyeol's large palm.

"Number one. Go to the beach with Chanyeol sunbae and---"

"Hey! Give it back! I'm not yet done!" Baekhyun blurts out, his cheeks flushed. Everybody shoots them odd stares but Chanyeol pays them no mind. "Don't read it out loud!"

"---and make sandcastles with our names written on the sand---"

"HEY!!!"

Two security people approach them and in no time, they're already kicked out of the library. Baekhyun huffs and picks up his bag, wearing it on his back. Chanyeol has the audacity to laugh at him, and maybe Baekhyun wants to kick his balls for him to shut up.

"Stop laughing."

"Then stop being so cute."

Baekhyun maybe blushes at that.

They move into a different location, more specifically into Chanyeol's car. Baekhyun's class ended early anyway and Chanyeol has no plans on attending his last class. Baekhyun here is more important.

"Okay so before we go, let me read your cheesy list again." Chanyeol clears his throat and starts to read while Baekhyun keeps his eyes glued on his lap, fists curled into a ball.

Baekhyun's B̶u̶c̶k̶e̶t̶ ̶l̶i̶s̶t̶ Ordinary list with Chanyeol ♡

1. Go to the beach with Chanyeol sunbae and make sandcastles with our names written on the sand.

2. Watch some sad movies and try not to cry. The first to cry will be punished!

3. Eat ice cream on our favorite ice cream parlor every Thursday. (must try every flavors available!)

4. Have sex every night. 'ㅅ'

5. Get married on a church.

6. Go grocery shopping together.

7. Cook barbecue at home and bring my Mom some of it.

8. Visit Namsan tower.

9. Stroll around Seoul using Chanyeol sunbae's car.

10. Get matching tattoos.

A tiny smile slips on Chanyeol's mouth after reading the last sentence, and Baekhyun doesn't say something anymore when he catches him doing it.

"So... What do you say?" Baekhyun hopefully asks, "Will you do all of them with me?"

"Yes."

"Really!?" Baekhyun's eyes lights up, "Do you promise?"

Chanyeol nods, "Of course. I promise."

"Yey! Thank you so much!"

The smile on your lips is the most precious thing in this world, Chanyeol may have thought of that while staring at his lover's face. I'll definitely miss that when I'm gone.

"How about you?" Baekhyun pulls him out of his reverie, "What's written on your list?"

Chanyeol fishes out a folded paper from his pocket and hands it to Baekhyun who snatches it away as fast as a lightning.

"But there's nothing written in here," Baekhyun pouts, "You didn't write any..."

"Turn it upside down."

Baekhyun flips the piece of paper and squints his eyes at Chanyeol's very little, almost unreadable handwriting.

"Why did you write it like this? I can barely see it!"

"Just read it."

Fulfill everything in Baekhyun's list.

Baekhyun stares lovingly at Chanyeol.

"Thank me later."

The beach is a twenty minute-drive away from the university. Baekhyun has his hands out of the window while humming along to the music blasting in the stereo. Chanyeol's ears are starting to hurt.

They stop by a convenience store to buy drinks and snacks. Baekhyun picks up a cute plastic shovel in his shopping basket and asks Chanyeol to buy it for him. Chanyeol buys him the whole set of beach toys.

"Ahh~ the air feels so good!" Baekhyun says as he runs out of the car barefooted, basking in the crisp breeze blowing into their direction. He closes his eyes and listens to the peaceful waves hitting the shore. "Wow, it's been a long time since I went here. Chanyeol sunbae! Come here! Hurry up!"

Chanyeol hates the feeling of sand on his feet but nonetheless, he sighs and just walks to where Baekhyun is kneeling. The male is putting sand in the pail using his plastic shovel. He smooths it nicely until it is full, preparing to create his sandcastle. Chanyeol sits down beside him, staring at a distance, at the beautiful body of water.

He feels like drowning into it.

"Look, how is it?" Baekhyun asks, carving two little doors at his simple castle made up only of one layer of sand. He pours his effort into it but it's really difficult making it stay in shape. "Is it pretty?"

Chanyeol kisses him on the lips by surprise. Baekhyun shuts up after that and resumes digging on the sand with a furious blush on his cheeks.

"I don't know but your sandcastle looks like a dick," Chanyeol says as he pokes holes on the wall of the sandcastle. A mother brings her child away from Chanyeol, glaring at him as they walk off. "You should make the roof flat or pointed."

"Then help me do it!"

Chanyeol takes over, using the shovel and stick to make some crown patterns on top while carving designs at the edge of the sand castle. Baekhyun helps shaping its body with his hands, careful not to break it down. A huge smile lands on his lips when they finish their artwork. Chanyeol puts a small red flag on it while Baekhyun writes their names on the sand.

Using his polaroid camera, Baekhyun takes a picture of it.

박찬열 • 변백현

"Did you have fun?" Chanyeol asks as he drives on the way home. Baekhyun nods while staring at their pictures taken on the beach. There's a picture of his and Chanyeol's hand intertwined on top of the sand and he decides it's his favorite.

"Thanks for today. I really have fun with you."

"Me too."

"Chanyeol sunbae must be tired," Baekhyun says, noticing how Chanyeol is yawning while driving. "Do you want me to drive us home?"

"Do you wanna die early?"

Baekhyun nervously chuckles. "No."

When they get home, they shower together to save water (also because Baekhyun said he was too scared to shower alone) so Chanyeol ends up fucking him against the bathtub with shampoo still on his hair. Chanyeol makes him come untouched in less than five minutes, while Baekhyun cries in pleasure as Chanyeol releases his load inside his ass.

Baekhyun takes it back when he said Chanyeol must be tired. He even asks for a second round and who the hell is he not to grant him his wish?

"M-my body hurts so much," Baekhyun complains as he crawls on Chanyeol's bed, plopping on it like a fish. "I'm in pain..."

"Ssh. Keep quiet," Chanyeol hushes him, "The movie's about to start."

"Is it my favorite?" Baekhyun asks, scooting closer into Chanyeol and hugging his arm, "What's the title?"

"Up."

It's the first eleven minutes of the movie and Baekhyun's trying not to let his tears fall. It's the scene of Carl and Ellie having their heartbreak at not being able to have children.

Despite of that, they grow old together. But things happen.

Baekhyun sees the man holding a balloon at his wife's funeral, being completely alone after she died due to sickness.

Baekhyun loses it. The first tear has fallen from his eyes.

"T-this is so sad," Baekhyun mutters, burying his face into the pillow, "I can't watch it anymore!"

Chanyeol gets the remote and stops the movie. Maybe choosing Up was a bad choice.

"You said you wanted to watch a sad movie," Chanyeol says, "You lost because you cried."

Baekhyun sniffs his snot, "At least I tried holding it in for eleven minutes."

"You've watched this movie for how many times already. How come you're still crying?"

"Because I suddenly thought of us together," Baekhyun says quietly, "I thought of you leaving me like that and not coming back..."

"That's not gonna happen. I'll come back to you, of course. Do you even trust me?"

Baekhyun nods.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

"Good," Chanyeol says, "Now let's have your punishment."

"Why do I still have to be punished..."

"Because you wrote it so."

Baekhyun closes his eyes and breathes. Chanyeol licks his lips and holds Baekhyun's face.

"This won't hurt so stay still."

"Okay... I'm ready," Baekhyun mutters, "I love you..."

"I know."

Baekhyun wakes up tomorrow morning with scribbles of ink all over his face. There's a a pair of cat whiskers on either side of his cheeks and a big elongated thing drawn on his forehead.

"Aaaahhhh!" Baekhyun screams in horror as he looks at himself in the mirror. "Why did you draw a dick on my forehead?!"

"Good morning." Chanyeol sips his coffee and smiles at him ever so sweetly. "Do you like it?"

*

To be continued.