Chanyeol felt soft hands caressing his hair. He smiled, regaining his senses. His instinct told him he was next to Jirim again. His lips formed a smile as he opened his eyes. He saw a man staring at him. His smile detoriorated.

Chanyeol heaved himself up with a jolt. At first he thought it was just his hangover taking over his eyes, but as he rubbed them and adjusted to the light, he noticed he was next to a shirtless young man. Then he noticed he too was shirtless. He rubbed his foot against his leg only to find out he was actually completely naked.

"Who the fuck...?" Chanyeol murmured, changing his glance to the TV in front of him. The walls were painted white, decorated with a few cheap paintings of nature. He was in a hotel.

He heard the man chuckle as he sat upwards. "You ok?"

Chanyeol scooted towards his edge of the bed. "No! Who are you?" He already had an idea of what happened last night, and he was regretting it ever happening.

"You fuck me in the ass and you don't even know my name?" the man teased, offering him a smile.

"I what?" Chanyeol whispers, narrowing his eyes down the man's body, which was covered by the sheets.

"You don't remember?" the man asked. "Oh, we had a grand time. I ate your ass out."

Chanyeol shook his head. "You wh- Can you not talk about what ever happened!?" He asked irritated, trying to sense if he could feel something unusual with his butt. It didn't feel... Sore. He looked over the side of the bed for his boxers and jeans.

"Fine, Daddy," the man said as he laughed. "Whatever you say. Just so we're clear, I didn't actually eat your ass. I have some morals."

Chanyeol slipped off the bed as he put on his clothes. Shocked, yet relieved to hear some of that news, he looked over to the black-haired man. "What'd you just... What did you call me?"

"I said, Da-ddy," he repeated. "What? You don't remember? You're Daddy, and I'm Slut."

Chanyeol tied up his belt as he blushed. "I-I dont remember anything to be honest with you, but I don't like you calling me that. And dont call yourself slut, it's just- don't!"

"You gave me that name, though," the man pouted.

"I- what? No, what's your real name?"

"I liked it when you called me your little whore, though," the man complained.

Chanyeol widened his eyes due to irritation. "Stop messing with me, okay? If you're not going to take things seriously I think I'll just leave."

Baekhyun scoffed as he replied with his first name. "Though I doubt you were planning to stay anyways," he added.

Chanyeol stiffened. "Last name, please, I'm not comfortable on first name terms right now."

The other male groaned. "Byun," he scoffed, "though slut sounds better," he added, whispering.

"Park," Chanyeol said firmly, stretching out his hand for a handshake, ignoring his last comment. Baekhyun rejected him, his eyebrows raised.

Chanyeol glanced at him, confused, then slapped his hand against his thigh. "Sorry, I'm just used to greeting people like that at my work," he explained nervously.

"Where the fuck do you work, the morgue?" Baekhyun asked with a smile.

Chanyeol laughed. "No, but you're close. I'm a regional office manager."

Baekhyun nodded, raising his arms up as he stretched his back until it cracked. "What kinda things do you manage? Prostitution?"

Chanyeol stifled a laugh. "No, it's a paper company. We uh, sell paper."

Baekhyun nodded. "Cool, boring, whatever. I only asked because I'm a prostitute," he commented as he winked.

Chanyeol felt his blood leave his face as his heart skipped a beat. What the fuck, he's so irrespo- plus, his job isn't boring! ...On good days maybe.

Baekhyun broke out laughing. "My God, the look on your face! Chill the fuck out, dude! I work at a coffee shop."

Chanyeol pursed his lips. Did he really hook up with a bratty fucking hipster who probably lives in a questionable apartment with around 20 cats? Dammit.

"God, Park, you can't take a joke, can you?" Baekhyun teased the latter. "Ok, but for real now, working at a coffee shop would be better. I work at fucking Walmart."

Chanyeol stood silent for a bit, taking in what just happened. He relaxed as he let out a couple of nervous jitters. "Oh, that sounds... comfortable," he said, raising his right shoulder up against his ear. At the end of the day, it didn't really matter where Baekhyun worked at; he would never see him again.

"Pays enough too. Barely."

"I see," Chanyeol said, fully clothed. Baekhyun smiled.

"Park, if your head hurts, there's some Aspirin on top my dresser." Baekhyun informed him, seeing how uncomfortable he was. "I always have some when I go out to drink, and I know you drank a lot yesterday."

Chanyeol was conflicted. He didn't entirely rememeber what occured yesterday, only small flashes. He arrived to a rundown bar with Kyungsoo, not too crowded. The lights were dim, he didn't remember any loud blasting music out of a jukebox. It was late. He remembered the face of a man. The man who was next to him in bed. Puzzle piece by puzzle piece, he solved the situation. He didn't need to think more to understand what happened now.

"Thank you," Chanyeol mumbled, walking over to the pills. He opened the bottle and poured a couple into his palm, swallowing them without bothering to count the amount.

"Jesus, you fucking suicidal or something? You know there's like suicide helplines or some shit like that, right?"

Chanyeol rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he retorted. "Wouldn't mind if you took more than I did."

Baekhyun gawked at him, then smiled. "Aww, what is it? You upset you slept with a man?" Chanyeol's shoulders tensed, but his expression showed utter ignorance.

"Of course not, that doesn't- shouldn't- well-"

"Because I think you liked it, and you're just to afraid to admit it, so you put up a straight office man act. The thing is, I heard a saying that went around the lines, 'A drunk man word's are a sober man's thoughts,' and you said a lot of things last night," Baekhyun said, appaling Chanyeol.

"What are you going on about?" Chanyeol asked, subconciously taking a step back.

"Do I really need to elaborate, Park?" Baekhyun kicked his feet out and sat on the edge of the bed.

"How could you remember everything that happened last night? Weren't you drunk too?" Chanyeol asked, trying not to rethink last night's event as he felt indignated.

"Don't worry about me, honey. We want to know about you," Baekhyun said, giving an ear to ear smile.

Chanyeol felt his eyes sting, he was simply confused and felt twisted. His stomach turned, and his frow burrowed. "Who's we? What about me?"

"Do you like men?"

Chanyeol took a look at the latter and for a second he thought he looked attractive. But he couldn't admit it. Memories of Jirim ran through his mind; he didn't want any man, he just wanted to be back with her. Then again, he knew how messed up she was; she wasn't for him. One begs for one's own demise, but who could blame him, for he had nothing else to beg for.

Baekhyun stared him down, tilting his head to the side as if stretching his neck. This was a big joke for him; it simply amused him. He enjoyed making him feel sick, and that only irritated him even more. He had no lust for this man, he only wanted to yell at him. Make him feel bad, for what he did just now. Chanyeol was humiliated by him.

His face blushed with self-hatred and repentance, he clenched his jaw as he fought back the urge to express himself truthfully. But it was not enough. "Yeah, I like men," Chanyeol said. "And you're just perfect for me." And with that, he threw himself onto Baehkyun, pressing his lips against the latter's and recreating last night's event.