Title: Mr. Park and Baekhyun's Love Story
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: M
Genre: Romance, Age Gap, High School!au, Teacher-Student Relationship
Word Count: 53k words

Summary: Mr. Park asked why Baekhyun keeps cutting classes. "So that I have a reason to see you, Sir. I like you so much," Baekhyun said. 
"I'm freaking 38 years old, Baekhyun." 
"And still single, right?" 
"That's it. I'm calling your parents." 
"Yeah. Tell them we're getting married."

Notes: I wrote this au in my facebook within the span of almost four months, and I decided to post it here! This was a chaptered fic that I compressed into a one shot so it's pretty long!

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"Please, Sir. Just be my boyfriend, hm? I'll behave!"

"How many times should I tell this to you, Baekhyun? You're a student and I'm a teacher, YOUR homeroom teacher. And we're 20 years apart."

"And so? What's wrong with that?"

"Think about this. I'm already in college, who's allowed to drink and have my own decisions in life, while you're still a fetus inside your mother's womb."

"Sir, the only difference I care about is our height, which is 11 cm to be precise, and it's a cute height difference, by the way."

"That's not the point here, kid. Look-"

"Kid? I'm not a kid anymore!"

"Listen. Your 'crush' on me is just a simple admiration towards someone you see as a role model. It's not romantic so don't give it a special meaning. You're still young and-"

"Mr. Park Chanyeol, Sir, I already told you before, right? I fantasize over you when I jerk off. I want to kiss you and go on dates with you! I'm having wet dreams about you and my penis gets erect when I think of you at night!"

"That's normal for teenagers going into puberty and it has nothing to do with me, so stop watching pornography too much and focus on your studies."

"Why don't you just date me already! I promise, I'll attend Mr. Do's English class everyday even if it's boring as hell! Only for my boyfriend!"

"You know what. I'm not having this conversation with you again. Go back to your room and promise not to cut classes anymore."

"Tch. I hate studying when you're not the teacher..."

"Shut up. Just do all the assignments you missed."

"Fine. I'm going! See you tomorrow, Sir."

"Don't cut classes anymore."

"Bye! I'll miss you! Think of me, okay?"

Chanyeol massages his forehead, seeing his most annoying student step out of the door of the faculty office. Damn. Handling a troublesome (and flirty) student in a private all-boys academy is such a headache, especially if that student is openly gay and has a huge crush on him.

"Shit. I really have to talk to his parents in the US next time."

//

"Ahn Jisung."

"Here."

"Bong Kyujin."

"Present, Sir."

"Byun Baekhyun."

"..."

"Byun Baekhyun?"

Chanyeol looks up from his attendance book, glancing around the classroom filled with teenage boys with acne, glasses, and little facial hairs. None of them is Baekhyun. That student stands out in a crowd having a small and pretty face.

"Baekhyun isn't here?"

The students turn their heads behind them, seeing Baekhyun's empty chair closest to the window. Everybody in class knows where Baekhyun sits or when he's absent, since the atmosphere will be quieter if he's not present.

"I think he's not around, Sir."

"But I saw him this morning, though!"

"Yeah, he even greeted me."

"Maybe he cut classes again?"

"But it's Science class, his favorite."

"Did somebody see Baekhyun?" Chanyeol asks their class representative who is sitting in front of the blackboard. "Did he ditch class again?"

"Mr. Park. His bag is there so I think he just stepped out as usual-"

The sliding door of the classroom opens, and there Baekhyun is, shamelessly appearing for his grand entrance, smiling brightly as if he was not interrupting the class schedule.

"GOOD MORNING, SIR! GOOD MORNING, CLASSMATES!!!"

Everybody laughs at Baekhyun's arrival.

"Hey, you're late," the class rep says, "Go to your seat before the teacher gets mad."

"We've almost started the class without you."

"Baekhyun, you're really such a troublemaker. Why am I in the same class as this idiot?"

"Hehe. I'm sorry, guys. I saved a kitten stuck in a tree so I apologize for coming just now. I almost missed the first period~"

Chanyeol scans Baekhyun's unruly appearance (crumpled uniform, disheveled hair with leaves stuck in his fringe, and uneven buttons of his polo shirt).

"Baekhyun, wait."

Baekhyun stops when Mr. Park calls his name in the middle of the class.

"...yes, Sir?"

Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun and turns him around, facing him upfront. He removes the leaves off the student's hair, fixing his uniform and buttoning it properly while the rest of the class watches them in awe, like they were seeing a live drama.

"You really had to show up in class looking like this?"

Baekhyun can only freeze, his heart stopping in his throat.

"What are you, a kindergarten student? Look at you. You're already in your senior year in high school yet still you act like a child."

"T-this is..." Baekhyun blushes, hearing his classmate's loud teasing. Wait, this suddenly caught him off guard, he has no time to prepare. "I'm sorry, Sir..."

"Hey, Sir! Isn't it so obvious that Byun Baekhyun is your favorite student!"

"I like all of you. Don't think that way."

"Eeeeh, that's because Baekhyun has a crush on Mr. Park so he's being treated differently!"

"Why must you be this obvious, Sir!"

"I'm so jealous!"

"I'm not even gay but I'd marry Mr. Park."

"Shh, Baekhyun is gonna beat you up if he hears."

"Okay, stop with the fuss. Go back to your seats and bring out your laptops. I posted the link on the stream so log in to your accounts and click..."

As Baekhyun pretends to busy himself with his MacBook, he makes sure to steal secret glances at his hot teacher discussing Vertical Projectile Motion.

He giggles.

"Ah, Mr. Park's super handsome as usual~"

//

"Happy Birthday, Sir Park Chanyeol!"

*Toot!*

"What," Chanyeol almost gets shocked by the exploding confetti and the loud party horn bursting in the classroom upon opening the door. "What is this."

"Hey, bring in the cake so Mr. Park can make a wish!"

Chanyeol laughs, seeing of course, Byun Baekhyun carrying the cake and smiling so brightly at him.

"We all pitched in to buy this cake, Sir. But I contributed the most for it!" Baekhyun proudly says.

How sweet of his students to prepare a surprise for him on his birthday today. The room is filled with balloons and party decorations. Even the board has a 'happy birthday sir chanyeol" written on it. Tch. These punks. They just wanted to cancel today's lecture.

"Yay!"

The whole class clap and cheer as Chanyeol blows out the candle of his birthday cake. Baekhyun looks the happiest even though he's not the celebrant.

"What's your wish, Sir?"

"Oh, my wish?"

"Yes! Do you wish to get married already?"

"Maybe Mr. Park asked for a girlfriend!"

"Go get a wife already so you won't always nag at us!"

Chanyeol peeks at Baekhyun beside him who appears to get sad and gloomy.

He then slings an arm around Baekhyun's shoulder, also doing it to the student beside him, pulling them close.

"My wish is for all of you to pass the CSAT and graduate high school successfully," Chanyeol announces, "So you can all go to your chosen university and get a high-paying job."

"Eeeh! What's with that, how boring!"

"Boring? Tell that again while your future is at stake."

"So does that mean we don't have class today?"

"Just only on my subject."

"Yeeess! Let's eat the cake!"

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, smiling to himself, enjoying the warmth of Chanyeol's arm wrapped around his neck.

"Mr. Park, wait."

Chanyeol is about to leave after he finishes stacking the papers on the desk when Baekhyun comes to approach him. Everybody has left after the quiz so it's just him and Baekhyun who are in the classroom right now.

"What is it? Do you have a question?"

"No, Sir..."

Baekhyun places his backpack in front of his chest, opening the zipper and taking out a small box wrapped in a ribbon. He hands it to his teacher who looks confused right now.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Park. I wanna give it to you when everybody has already left," Baekhyun mutters shyly, blushing a little, "Accept it, please."

Although he's a bit hesitant, Chanyeol takes the present anyway and shakes it. Baekhyun is looking at him with wide expectant eyes.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

Looking around like he was checking for people nearby, Chanyeol carefully unties the ribbon, clicking the box open and seeing an expensive Rolex watch that is probably more worth than his one year's salary.

"Do you like it?" Baekhyun asks nervously. "It's nice, right?"

Chanyeol almost faints, seeing nine zeros at the end of the price tag.

"Where did you get the money to buy this?"

"I asked my Dad to get it for me. I told him it was your birthday so he immediately sent the watch right away and-"

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol sighs, closing the lid of the box and shaking his head, "I can't accept this."

Baekhyun's face dims.

"Why not? Did you hate the design? I can replace it if you want!"

"Look. You should only spend money for the people you're in a relationship with," Chanyeol says, "No. Let me rephrase it for you to understand. You shouldn't have bothered giving your teacher this kind of gift. It's too much."

"Are you rejecting the watch because it came from me? What if it was from a woman older than me, would you have accepted it?"

Chanyeol isn't able to answer that question.

"Tch. Forget it," Baekhyun grabs the present and shoves it back in his bag, "If you don't want it, I'll just throw it away."

Shit, he's really getting on my nerves, Chanyeol tells himself as he tugs Baekhyun to stop the male from leaving.

"Give it to me."

He gets the box, opens it, and fumbles with the Rolex so he can replace the cheap watch he is wearing with Baekhyun's more expensive one.

"Don't show me that kind of attitude. I'm taking this just because it's from your parents. If only you knew you could buy stocks with this huge amount..."

Watching in silence as Mr. Park wears the watch in front of him, Baekhyun's frown suddenly turns into a big grin. He grabs Chanyeol's hand and raises it in the air.

"Wah! It suits you, Sir!"

Chanyeol yanks Baekhyun's hand away lightly, clearing his throat.

"Now in exchange for accepting this gift, promise me one thing."

"Yes?"

"Don't skip classes anymore and study hard for the upcoming exams. Your rank has been constantly dropping, in case you aren't aware. Your parents would get sad if this goes on."

"And if I get the highest rank this quarter, what's the catch?"

Chanyeol lifts an eyebrow. "What?"

"Mr. Park, I need some motivation to study."

"Then if you get first place, I'll give you a reward."

Baekhyun's eyes sparkle.

"So. Deal?" Chanyeol asks, Baekhyun nods furiously.

"Deal!"

Chanyeol can only chuckle to himself as he drives home, seeing his brand new watch on his wrist.

"As if he'd get first place anyway..."

He smiles unconsciously, remembering his student's adorable smiling face.

"Ah, fuck. I need a beer."

//

The grin on Baekhyun's face is so huge as he presents the slip of paper full of perfect marks to Chanyeol. He personally went (again) to the teacher's faculty just to bother him and show him his results.

"Wait, there has to be a mistake."

Chanyeol squints his eyes, seeing straight 100's in all subjects except for Science which he got 98. He thought Baekhyun had only excelled in his subject and he flunked the rest, but guess it's not the case.

"Are you sure you didn't cheat?"

"No! You should've known better! I studied hard like you said. I barely caused troubles because of this! Now I want my reward!"

"Damn it," Chanyeol says in surrender, leaning back on his swivel chair, "Fine. A deal is a deal. What do you want?"

'He'll probably wish for a kiss or that boyfriend thingy' Chanyeol thinks.

"Come to my house and help me study for college entrance exams." Baekhyun says, shocking Chanyeol, "Mom and Dad told me that if I didn't pass the CSAT, they'll have to take me abroad so I could study there and I don't want that." He shakes his head, looking at the man sincerely. "I want to stay here and be with you."

Chanyeol stares.

"I want to keep seeing you while I'm attending the university of my choice."

And for a certain reason, what Baekhyun said touched his emotions a little bit, but not in a romantic way or anything.

"I told you, Sir. I like you and I'm thinking of my future with you in mind," Baekhyun confesses, "I'm serious about wanting you to be my boyfriend. I'll do whatever it takes for you to date me."

Ah. Damn it.

Baekhyun won't really give up, will he?

Chanyeol shoves his face on his palms.

"For now, I'll help you study. But don't speak in past tense. You'll change your mind eventually when you meet more amazing people once you graduate high school," Chanyeol explains, "I know you're just saying this because I'm paying extra attention to you. But our relationship won't turn out like what you're imagining. I can be your guardian or your older friend but that's it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Even if you enter college and leave this school, I still won't date you."

"Why not? I'm already an adult that time!"

"Sorry, but I just can't look at you in a romantic way. To me, you're just a child."

Baekhyun feels a pang in his chest, breaking his heart into pieces. He's been rejected a million times already but each time still hurts like hell. It's really painful to like someone who's in a different league. It hurts loving a person who's more than twice his age.

"Oh, is that so."

But he shouldn't give up just like this. Not just yet. Not ever.

"Saturday, come to my house, Mr. Park. I live alone so you can drop by anytime. You'll be my private tutor!"

"I'll help you for a few weekends before the CSAT and it'll be over after that."

"Yes, Sir. I understand!"

Chanyeol groans, messing his own hair while he plays with the pen in his hand after the student leaves.

"Damn it. He's really a stubborn fellow... How can I make him give up already."

//

It's going smoothly, their study sessions during Saturdays. Baekhyun is a bright kid and he catches up things quickly so teaching him is effortless. He's actually a genius. He perfects the mock tests in every subject except Science. Seems like he feels a little conscious when Chanyeol looks at him as they share a breathing space enough for their knees to touch. It results in minor mistakes such as spelling and solution errors in problem solving.

And Chanyeol thinks it's quite amusing whenever Baekhyun blushes everytime he catches the student staring at him.

To be honest, Chanyeol thought Baekhyun would try to pull something 'sneaky' on him, but surprisingly, Baekhyun didn't, considering how much Baehyun flirted with him in school. He's pretty serious about studying. And decent, somehow.

Well, except for that one time when Chanyeol arrived ten minutes early at Baekhyun's house, and the male was wearing a thin wife beater undershirt and a pair of skimpy boxer shorts because apparently, Baekhyun forgot to call the cleaning lady to do his laundry and he had nothing to wear except for that.

Baekhyun moved all around the house in that get-up and he even fell asleep on the couch like Chanyeol wasn't in his house, showcasing his exposed skin to the much older man.

Chanyeol had to think of his cousin's son who is of Baekhyun's age who calls him 'Uncle' everytime they see each other, whom also he had changed diapers before and gave presents on holidays, so he could stop thinking of indecent thoughts towards Baekhyun.

Their next meeting, Baekhyun was wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants much to Chanyeol's relief.

"So. Any questions about that problem?"

"I have a question, Sir."

"What is it?"

"Were you perhaps married before, then got divorced? Or were you just single since then? Are you even gay, Mr. Park?" Baekhyun asks, looking at the teacher in his slumped position on the table, "I first saw you when I was fifteen and that's when I started liking you. I've been gay since then, I think? You're my first love, I don't know. It's love at first sight maybe." He counts on his fingers, "It's been three years now, but I haven't seen you with any woman nor a partner inside and outside of the school. So, I'm curious. What's your love life history?"

Chanyeol closes the book, laughing a bit. It's not even related to the lesson but he guesses answering Baekhyun wouldn't hurt.

"Let's just say that at an early age, I got married thrice and also got divorced thrice and I haven't had any children with them, so I just chose to live by myself teaching, taking care of my two dogs, and adopting some of my neighbor's cats."

"Wait, what, really!?"

"Probably."

Baekhyun punches a pillow, feeling angry.

"Why would those people leave someone like you!? Fuck them!"

"You actually believed that?"

"What, it isn't true?"

Chanyel laughs.

"My wife whom I dated for 7 years died in a car accident. Rest in peace to her," Chanyeol simply says, "She was pregnant that time, by the way. Our baby also died with her." He looks at Baekhyun from head to toe, "Ah, if my daughter is alive, she must be entering elementary school now."

Baekhyun is just staring at him in disbelief.

"You're just saying this... so I can stop liking you, right?"

"Was it effective?"

Chanyeol stands up when Baekhyun says nothing. Gathering his things, he prepares to leave.

"That's the end of our session for today. Call me if you have questions about the material."

"Sir... Is that really true?"
Baekhyun clutches the hem of Chanyeol's coat, and oh no, he's crying now, tears falling down incessantly like a waterfall.

"I won't leave you like that... I'll stay with you forever and take care of you until you grow old. What happened before must've been so hard for you. I can't imagine the things you've been through..."

Chanyeol stares as the male sobs in front of him. Having no choice, he wipes Baekhyun's tears away.

"Stop crying. I've already moved on a long time ago."

"Really?"

"Really."

"It doesn't hurt anymore?"

"I feel sad when I remember, but it's not that painful anymore."

And so, like the kid that he is, Baekhyun, in a split second, smiles brightly.

"Show me a proof!"

Chanyeol doesn't even know what just came over him when he faces Baekhyun, cups his cheek, bends down, leans closer.

And closes the gap in their lips for a chaste kiss.

Smooch.

Chanyeol pulls away fast.

"There."

Baekhyun stands there on his front door, eyes widened, frozen on his spot, completely shocked.

"Bye. See you on Monday."

It takes him ten whole seconds to process everything, after hearing Chanyeol's car revving away.

Shit.

Mr. Park has just kissed him.

On the lips.

He's not dreaming, right?

Did his teacher really do that?

"There. Bye. See you on Monday,' Chanyeol had said after the kiss, right?

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Baekhyun squeals as he runs into his room touching his kissed lips, face fiery red and blazing hot, "MR. PARK KISSED ME! OH MY GOOOOOD!!!!!!!! Does that mean he likes me, too!? Ahhhhhh fuuuuuccccck! My heart!!!!"

Meanwhile, Chanyeol, who is stuck driving in a red light after realizing what he just did:

"The fuck did I just do?" He slams his face on the steering wheel in absolute terror. "I violated a kid. I'm going to jail." He remembers his wife peacefully having tea with Jesus in heaven. "Honey, you must be laughing at me right now..."

That night, Chanyeol didn't sleep a wink as he stayed up twisting and turning on his bed.

So what's with all that fuss about not seeing Baekhyun romantically, huh? Him being 20 years older? Him being his homeroom teacher? Guardian or older friend? What the hell was all of that? So he's eating his own words now?

"To me, you're just a child?"

Hah. Bullshit!

"He's just so cute. How could I resist that face."

Right. He must've been fucking insane. Baekhyun's charms might've worked on him finally, and it's all that kid's fault.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Chanyeol gets up and reads a text from Baekhyun.

[Good night, Mr. Park~ Or should I say, BABE? HAHAHA! Sweet dreams! Omg! I want a kiss from you again! I'll probably jerk off 10 times while thinking of you! ❤

PS. Today is our first day, right? Hehe! I promise, I won't tell the class that you're now my boyfriend! I love youuuu!]

Chanyeol hits himself with a pillow. On the face. Hard. Nonstop. Until dawn.

"Should I just pretend I had amnesia or what."

//

Baekhyun has never felt this excited going to school his entire life.

"Good morning!"

"Morning, Baekhyun!"

"Yeah, morning!"

Waking up today knowing that he isn't single anymore feels like heaven. Not only that, he is taken by none other than his ultimate crush, Mr. Park Chanyeol, his hot and super handsome homeroom teacher, aged 38 years old. Of course, after Mr. Park kissed him that day, it only means they're now dating. That's how things are supposed to work, right?

"Hehe, I'm seeing him today~"

Why would Mr. Park kiss him if he doesn't like him anyway? Ah, whatever. He's now his boyfriend and it's all that matters. Baekhyun is so happy he could cry!

"Baekhyun, something seems different about you," a classmate tells Baekhyun, noticing his radiant aura now that he's 'appropriately' dressed into his well-ironed uniform today, like what a normal student would wear. "Did you take a bath today and manage to comb your hair?"

"Oh, this, well," Baekhyun shyly says, fiddling with his nicely styled hair it took him 10 minutes to fix in the mirror, "I guess, so..."

"You look like a human being now."

"Do you think Mr. Park will notice my new look?"

"He always notices you."

"Really!?"

"Yeah, because you're so troublesome and annoying that you stick like a sore thumb."

Baekhyun frowns. "Tch! If you have nothing nice to say then just don't say it!"

The noisy bustle of the classroom tones down upon their homeroom teacher's arrival. Students go back to their desks, while Baekhyun also straightens up, acting like a behaved student.

'Ah, Mr. Park looks so gorgeous in his long coat and turtleneck,' Baekhyun tells himself, admiring the teacher and waiting for them to engage eye contact, 'Please notice me, Sir!'

"Good morning," Chanyeol greets, so the class rep leads the greeting as they stand up to bow at the man.

"Okay, you may take your seats." He leans on the table and looks at everyone.

"Today, before the lesson starts, I'll be talking about your career guidance. I have here some forms that you must fill out with your future plans and your university choice. I'll have to counsel you individually and..."

Baekhyun waits, and waits, and waits, until Chanyeol finishes talking, yet there is never a single second that the man has looked in his direction the entire 45 minutes of the discussion. Chanyeol proceeds with smoothly teaching like he always does, while Baekhyun hopes to get an ounce of his attention the whole time.

"That's all for today. Make sure to submit your reports tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir..."

Baekhyun feels disappointed.

Why didn't Chanyeol even spare him a single glance? He wasn't even noticed in class like usual. He wasn't even called for skipping cleaning duty. Did he turn invisible? Did he suddenly blend in among the crowd because he groomed himself a little bit?

Or did Mr. Park totally forgot what happened that day, when he kissed him at his front door without warning?

"No... That's not it..."

Baekhyun quickly shoves his things inside his bag, before deciding to storm out of the classroom to follow the teacher who's walking ahead to his next appointment.

"Mr. Park! Wait, Sir! Mr. Park...!"

Baekhyun jogs faster, chasing the teacher and grabbing his elbow to stop him. Chanyeol seems to hear him though, as he is now facing him, looking confused being called out in the middle of the hallway.

"Sir, just wait a second...!"

Chanyeol looks around, seeing some students curiously throwing them suspicious stares.

"Yes, what is it?"

Baekhyun catches his breath, looking up to the man with pleading eyes.

"Why... why didn't you talk to me this morning?"

"What?"

"You also didn't reply to my text the other night."

Chanyeol peeks at his (new) watch. His next class is about to start in fifteen minutes.

"Why are you acting like you forgot everything after kissing mesnkskss---"

Chanyeol covers Baekhyun's loud mouth, grabbing the student by the wrist and tugging him with him until they reach the empty library.

"Are you out of your mind, Byun Baekhyun?!" Chanyeol yells, "What the hell are you saying out loud? What if somebody hears you!?"

"So, what!" Baekhyun screams back, "It's the truth anyway! You kissed me last Saturday, Mr. Park! I didn't ask for it! You did it to me first!" He glares at the older. "Don't tell me it was a mistake? Were you just leading me on?"

Chanyeol sighs tiredly, putting his palm on his forehead.

"Baekhyun, I'm sorry. Look, what happened was just-"

"No, Sir. I don't wanna hear your apology," Baekhyun insists, "You know how much I like you, and you can't just kiss me without taking responsibility for it! You're an adult. You should know better!"

"Who says I'm not taking responsibility?"

Baekhyun pauses.

Wait, what.

"Do you think I could just walk in class, look at you, smile at you, and ask if you slept well last night?"

Chanyeol steps closer to a awestruck Baekhyun, cornering him, until his back meets the bookshelf. Baekhyun's heart just did a little backflip right now.

"Before anything else, I'm your teacher and we're at school, so I have to do my job like I always do."

Shit, his face is too close, my heart is going crazy, Baekhyun says in his mind, bearing Mr. Park's heavy stare melting his whole being.

"Fine. I kissed you that day, but not because I like you-"

"Sir!"

"---yet."

Baekhyun gasps.

"Oh my god."

Chanyeol coughs.

"What I'm saying is, I don't hate you..."

Baekhyun's eyes twinkle in joy.

Is that a confession!?

"S-so does that mean," Baekhyun mumbles, "Y-you... and I... are actually now...?"

"You're smart enough to figure that out," Chanyeol says, using the book he's holding to bonk Baekhyun's head lightly, "I'm not one to turn away to what I did, so I'm taking responsibility like what a proper adult should do."

Baekhyun grins, jumping at Chanyeol in happiness and clinging on his neck while squealing.

"Aaaaahhhh! This isn't a dream, right? Right, Mr. Park!? We're now a couple, rightt!? Oh my god! I'm so happyyyy! Hahahahaha! Kyaaaah! I'm dating you now!"

Chanyeol is startled by the sudden hug, so he shoves Baekhyun away instantly. The male is persistently hugging him like he's a koala.

"Stop, let go!"

"What, can't I hug my boyfriend!?"

Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's shoulders, looking at him seriously.

"You should understand that I'm your teacher. You can't do this at school. You can't hug me, kiss me, nor call me your boyfriend. Do you want me to get fired?"

"No, Sir!" Baekhyun exclaims, "I'm sorry, I won't do that again."

"Good. And promise to keep this a secret."

"Okay... But can you just prove to me that we're really in a relationship?"

Chanyeol covers his eyes, cursing himself a billion times. Damn. He has no escape now, hasn't he?

"Mr. Park?"

"Fine..."

Baekhyun wiggles his toes, "Okay~"

'Fuck. What did I get myself into,' Chanyeol groans at the back of his mind as he stares down at his student gazing at him.

"Close your eyes."

Looking around the library and seeing there's no one present obviously, in time when the silk curtains sways with the blowing wind at the window, Chanyeol tilts Baekhyun's chin up, before he bends down to close the distance in between their mouths.

And for the second time, their lips meet for another kiss, long and sweet, gentle and slow.

Baekhyun tips his toes up, arms wounding around Chanyeol's neck as he smiles into their kiss, breathing through his nose, and kissing him again, that makes his knees weak. The man holds his waist and pulls him closer to claim his lips softly, before finally releasing to stare at Baekhyun's angel-like face.

"Hehe," Baekhyun chuckles after the kiss, grinning so big with his cheeks flushed pink,, "I like you so much, Mr. Park..." He embraces the teacher and buries his face on Chanyeol's broad chest. "Thank you for giving this kid his happiness."

Chanyeol stands there in silence while the student hugs him tight, like Chanyeol was reflecting on his decisions and reasoning. Conscience, morals, beliefs, and sexuality. Guess what. Fuck all of them. He doesn't seem to care much at all now, because honestly.

"Can we have lunch together in the cafeteria, at least?"

He's fucking happy.

"Yeah."

So little by little, he hugs Baekhyun in return, soothing the male's back as he cages him inside his arms.

"Oh! Can we also go home together everyday, too?"

"Depends whether you finish cram school early."

"Whaaat! I hate going there. Just tutor me instead."

"No way, you don't even pay me."

"I'll pay you with my body!"

"I won't touch you until you're of legal age, so just bear with your fantasies for now."

"Does that mean you'll still be with me when I turn 20!?"

"I didn't say that."

As Chanyeol finishes all his classes, meetings, and reports this day, he feels accomplished yet worn out. Bidding goodbye to his colleagues in the faculty lounge, he collects his things and sets to leave, when he spots Baekhyun waiting for him at the parking lot.

"Mr. Park!"

"Did you wait that long?"

"Nope!"

Baekhyun's face radiates at the sight of his teacher. He immediately comes to him, waiting for his 'boyfriend' to open the car for him so he can position himself in the shotgun seat.

"Get in."

"Okay."

Driving in silence and peeking at Baekhyun who's only smiling to himself, Chanyeol decides to talk.

"I'll just take you home for today. If you don't have anything for dinner, we can buy you a meal for take out."

"Uhm, Sir?"

"What is it?"

"I'm planning not to go home tonight."

Baekhyun clenches his fists on top of his lap, giving Chanyeol an innocent yet expressive look.

"Can we eat ramen at your place instead?"

Chanyeol grips the steering wheel tight.

Does this kid even know what he's saying right now?

"So uhm. Can I come over?"

Chanyeol chuckles dryly, running his free hand through his hair.

"Baekhyun."

"But we're not in school anymore."

"Still, you can't just say it like that."

Baekhyun squeezes his eyes, before yelling out of the blue:

"T-then don't put it in!"

Chanyeol steps on the brakes.

What the hell is he hearing from this kid!?

"I'm... I'm scared of it, actually," Baekhyun mutters, blushing nervously, "But I want to do something for you... I want to make you feel good in another way instead. Can't I at least do that?"

"Hah. You don't know what you're blabbering about."

"I-I know what I'm saying! Yeah, I'm still a virgin but I watched it plenty of times on the internet! I'm a fast learner!"

Chanyeol shoots Baekhyun a look, preventing himself from bursting into laughter. Baekhyun looks so cute he wants to pinch his cheeks.

"So, what are you trying to tell me?"

"I WANT TO GIVE YOU A FUCKING BLOWJOB, DAMMIT!" Baekhyun screams on top of his lungs. "NOW ARE YOU GONNA LET ME COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE TO SUCK YOU OFF OR WHAT!"

Chanyeol grabs the wheel, pulls the clutch, and sets the car back into drive, before speeding up.

"Wear your seatbelt properly."

They need to get out of here fast, or else he won't be able to endure the growing hard-on bulging inside his pants.

//

"Thank you for the meal." *burp!*

Baekhyun has to cover his mouth quickly after burping out loud. He has just finished the dinner Mr. Park cooked for him; it was just a simple omurice, but it made his heart happy and his stomach full.

Right now, he's at Chanyeol's cozy apartment after he shamelessly blurted out back in the car that he wanted to come over. His teacher's place is not that big compared to the house Baekhyun got from his parents. He can easily tell that Chanyeol has been living alone for a long time. It feels kind of lonely.

"Here."

Baekhyun bows a little, receiving the strawberry milk his teacher gave him. Sucking on the straw, he watches Chanyeol in the corner of his eyes taking a seat on the couch beside him comfortably. The man grabs the remote, opens the TV, and groans like the old man that he is.

"Ah, what should I watch today..."

Quietly, Baekhyun looks at the drink he has in his hands, comparing it to Mr. Park's beer. Chanyeol seems like he's enjoying himself just fine, considering how he is laughing so loudly at the variety show he's watching on the TV.

"Hahahaha! So dumb!"

Now, what?

What is Baekhyun even doing here? He thought he and Chanyeol would do something "sexy" tonight. That must be it, right? If you bring the people you're dating to your place, it would only mean you're gonna get intimate and do stuff... Right?

"Oh, god. This beer tastes good."

But why is Chanyeol not doing anything? Is Baekhyun just a stray puppy Chanyeol brought home to feed? Where did his confidence go all of a sudden anyway?

"Baekhyun."

Baekhyun flinches.

"...yes?"

"Can you pass me that stick? My back feels itchy. I wanna scratch it."

"This one?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

What the hell.

"Oh, that hits the spot..."

Baekhyun stares, seeing a new side of Chanyeol he hasn't seen in school before.

Wait. Is this how old people act? He doesn't really know much about them since he didn't spend time with his parents that often before. Plus, he has no older siblings. This is even the first time he's staying at a grown-up's house.

"Hahaha. Why is this MC so funny? He cracks jokes like a pro!"

No. The joke is not even funny and no, Baekhyun won't leave this house without 'something' happening tonight. If Chanyeol won't initiate it, then he'll do the first move!

Clearing his throat, Baekhyun scoots closer so he can place his hand on top of Chanyeol's thigh. Gently, he rubs his palm up and down the man's leg until Chanyeol stops laughing.

Chanyeol stares.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Baekhyun blushes, avoiding eye contact.

"Uh, I'm, well... This is just."

Running his fingers through his hair, Chanyeol lets out a deep sigh.

"Baekhyun. I already told you that I won't lay a hand on you. Which part of that do you not understand?"

Baekhyun knits his eyebrows, looking so annoyed.

"What kind of boyfriend won't touch their boyfriend anyway!? If you're only planning to ignore me the rest of the night, then why bother taking me here!"

"Damn it, you really are so shameless."

"I just wanna touch you, Mr. Park. Is that wrong? We're already dating, right?"

Staring blankly at Baekhyun who's doing his best to look seductive, Chanyeol doesn't say anything.

"W-what," Baekhyun mutters, smiling giddily, "Are you now getting hot because of me, Sir? Feeling horny yet?"

Lowering his eyes, he peeks at the front of Chanyeol's sweatpants.

It's all flat. Damn it.

"Look, everytime I see you, I just can't help remembering my nephew and my cousin's son, you know?" Chanyeol says, shaking his head. "They'd call me uncle and we're really close. Now that I think about it, I also remember your classmates. Those punks. They're probably not doing their assignments."

"Stop! Don't think about them! Think of me only! Focus on me!" Baekhyun yells furiously, "I'm different! I'm not like them! Do you want me to prove it to you, Sir?"

Chanyeol can only gape when Baekhyun begins taking off his uniform, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"There!"

"What the fu-this crazy little shit!"

"Hehe~"

Baekhyun moves away and also strips down his shirt, pants, and underwear, running butt-naked and making a trail of clothes in the living room.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, Byun Baekhyun!? Get dressed, it's cold!"

"Bleeeh! Catch me first, Mr. Park!"

Chanyeol slaps his forehead.

"Look at me, Sir! I'm naked inside your apartment right now!" Baekhyun screams, wiggling his smooth butt teasingly in front of Chanyeol, "You won't view me as a kid anymore, right? See, I have a grown dick! Yeah, it's not that big but it has pubes, you know. It's not that thick but the hairs are still there. Anyway, I'm past puberty! I'm close to being an adult so it's fine if we do sexy stuff already~"

"Seriously," Chanyeol tells himself, picking up Baekhyun's scattered clothes, "Don't you even know how to feel embarrassed?"

Baekhyun's facial expression changes.

"Actually, I feel really embarrassed right now..."

He laughs nervously, and yes, he can see his own hand shaking.

"But if it's the only way for you to notice me, then I'm willing to do anything."

Abandoning Baekhyun's clothes he is holding, Chanyeol walks towards the male and holds his shoulders.

"Don't say something that you'll regret."

"The only thing that'll I'll regret Sir," Baekhyun seriously says, "is not taking my chances before tomorrow comes."

And so with that, Chanyeol lifts a naked Baekhyun off the ground, hugging him in his arms, carrying him, and kissing him full and hot in the lips. Shit. To hell with it. He's been actually holding back from touching Baekhyun since earlier, especially now when Baekhyun is showing how vulnerable he is with that fresh youthful energy he has. It's really kind of cute.

"Open your lips."

A smile appears on Baekhyun's mouth as he does what he was told, also wrapping his legs tighter around Chanyeol's torso while making out with him heatedly. Baekhyun can taste the mild flavor of beer on the man's tongue sliding inside his mouth and it feels hot, making him breathless and weak.

"Where did you learn how to kiss?" Chanyeol asks, leaning away for a while, "Have you kissed somebody before?"

"Nope! I learned it from you."

"Me?"

"I already told you, Mr. Park. You're all my firsts. First crush, first love, first boyfriend, first kiss," Baekhyun smirks, whispering, "First sex."

"Remember, I won't put it in. I'll just use my hand," Chanyeol says, soothing Baekhyun's back as he presses a soft kiss on his cheek, "Okay?"

Baekhyun nods, biting his bottom lip and hiding his very excited face on Chanyeol's chest. It already feels nice being held by Mr. Park like this. What else can he even ask for?

"...mkay, then."

"Let's go to bed. Hold on tight."

//

"Ohh, wait...! Please, stop..."

"You don't like it?"

"It's... not like that..."

"Then why are you covering your face?"

"It's... it's embarrassing."

The pillow Baekhyun is using to hide his flustered self is satched away by a smiling Chanyeol.

"Pfft. Embarrassed? Where's that confident Baekhyun that I know?"

"It's just different now, okay? You're," Baekhyun lowers his voice, whispering, "Ngh, haaah... You're--I mean, you're actually touching my dick right now..."

"Oh, I am?"

"Yeah..."

Grabbing the lotion from the night stand, Chanyeol pours more on his palm so that he can stroke Baekhyun harder and slicker. The sensual moans Baekhyun is spilling echo across his bedroom, and it fascinates him, the way the male is squirming on the bed every time he teases the tip of Baekhyun's rock-hard cock.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, leaning down to press light kisses along Baekhyun's pale neck and collarbones, "Tell me how you feel."

"Mm, it feels--ah, amazing... I-I'm hot all over... And your hand..."

"What about my hand?"

"It's bigger than mine... so it rubs nicely on my dick."

"Really? Does it feel better than when you do it yourself?"

"...yes."

Chanyeol chuckles, "How honest."

Baekhyun tugs Chanyeol's sleeve, looking at the much older man with pleading eyes.

"Kiss me, Mr. Park."

Pulling away, Chanyeol takes off his shirt, giving Baekhyun a fantastic view of his built upper body and six-pack abs that has Baekhyun's eyes widening. His astonishment is cut short by Chanyeol hovering above him, kissing him on the mouth, while he continues jerking him off nice and good.

"Mngh," Baekhyun grunts into Chanyeol's hot mouth, grinding his hips up and down, following the man's movements on his dick. "Aaah, Sir.."

"What is it?"

"It feels so good... I wanna come, but..."

"You can come whenever you want to. It's fine."

"But how about you?"

"Me?"

"You're hard, too."

Baekhyun has his hand crawling on the front of Chanyeol's sweatpants, smirking innocently.

"Hehe, Mr. Park. Am I turning you on?"

Chanyeol pauses.

Fuck.

When did he get hard!?

"Should I give you a blowjob?" Baekhyun asks, all the more teasing Chanyeol's erection by palming it gently. "I'm good with my mouth, you know."

"Do you even know how to do that?"

"Of course!"

Chanyeol shouldn't have believed that. Baekhyun is bad at it, and it's pretty understandable anyway since it's Baekhyun's first time not to mention sucking a cock bigger than normal. It's just natural that Baekhyun is having a hard time blowing him, as he's just clumsily licking all over his cock while messily using his tongue. But thinking about it, it has been an eternity since Chanyeol received head, so he's in no position to complain.

"Like this?"

"Yes. That's right. Suck it so good."

But it's honestly super sexy though, the view of Baekhyun sitting on the floor in between his legs, with his little pink mouth shoved by his gigantic cock. Baekhyun's tongue is wet and warm on the shaft, flicking and stimulating the veins deliciously. Chanyeol is on cloud nine.

"It's impossible... I can't put the whole thing in my mouth. How much more in my butt? It'll tear me apart!"

"Take it easy, you don't have to copy what you're seeing in porn," Chanyeol mutters, soothing Baekhyun's hair as the male sucks his dick to the best that he can, "Just lick the tip gently and stroke the part you can't reach."

"Hngh, it's tiring..."

"So, you wanna stop now?"

"Of course, not! Never! All I need is practice. What I mean is, let's do this more often~"

Baekhyun grins, grinding Chanyeol's cock against his mochi cheek like he's a kitten.

"Shit. You really are testing my patience."

Pulling Baekhyun's arm up and placing him back to the bed, he makes him lie down sideways and face the wall with his thighs snug and pressed together.

"What-" Baekhyun turns around, but Chanyeol has already grabbed his waist, ready to penetrate after lathering moisturizer around his cock. "What are you doing, Sir?"

"Don't worry. I won't fuck you," Chanyeol says, before he is slowly easing the tip of his cock, sliding it in between Baekhyun's plump and flawless thighs, thrusting slow yet firm, "I'll just fuck your thighs."

Baekhyun's entire face grows red.

"T-this is..."

Looking down his closed legs, he watches how Chanyeol's manhood appears and disappears on the tight space of his thighs, moving in and out of them as it rubs against his balls. It feels strange yet arousing, being fucked in the thighs. Plus, the friction of Chanyeol's hand pumping his cock is very stimulating. It's like his whole body is on fire.

"Mngh... Baekhyun... It feels so good. Haaa..."

Holy fuck. This is too damn erotic.

And so Baekhyun grabs his own cock, jerking it off while Chanyeol pounds into his thighs. It's not long when the man also joins his smaller hand to stimulate his front, helping him come and reach his orgasm. The way Chanyeol is giving him the handjob, kissing his neck, and teasing his nipples all at the same time, is causing his insides to melt in pleasure. This sensation is completely different from masturbation. He's feeling the real thing physically.

"I-I'm gonna come," Baekhyun pants, moaning, flinching inside Chanyeol's embrace, "Ahh, Mr. Park... It's, mngph, too much... I can't anymore...!"

"Come," Chanyeol says.

At the mention of that, Baekhyun spills his load into Chanyeol's hand and on the sheets, his cum spurting like a fountain. Chanyeol follows as well, releasing on Baekhyun's thighs and soaking them completely. He turns Baekhyun around so that they can face each other, sharing a tender kiss while they relish their post-climax bliss, hugging, and kissing again amidst their sticky and uncomfortable situation.

"Pfft."

"Haha."

Baekhyun laughs out loud, bumping his head on Chanyeol's heaving chest. Chanyeol gathers him in his arms, peeking at him, hugging him close, and kissing his forehead.

That was. Nice.

"You alright?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I soiled your sheets..." Baekhyun mumbles, embarrassed for real time, now that what they did has just sink in. Did he really just 'orgasm' with Mr. Park? It still feels unreal, "Please don't kick me out."

"Tch. Why would I do that?" Chanyeol ruffles Baekhyun's hair, "Come on, let's wash up."

"Okay."

Baekhyun gets up, eyes lingering extra long at Chanyeol's naked sexy back as the man wears his slippers stuck under the bed. It must be nice to back-hug Chanyeol like those on the dramas, and so Baekhyun did, suddenly tackling his teacher from behind. He wraps his arms around Chanyeol's waist and giggles.

"This is mineeee."

"What," Chanyeol tilts his head, seeing Baekhyun enjoying his VIP spot on his back, "Let go. We still have to clean up. I'm gross."

Baekhyun playfully shakes his head.

"Nuh-uh."

"So you don't wanna let go?"

"Nope."

Chanyeol faces him, lifting Baekhyun bridal-style effortlessly.

"Kyahhh~" Baekhyun squeals, wagging his feet in the air as Chanyeol takes him to the bathroom. It feels really nice being carried like this, "Hahaha. Sir, we're like a married couple!"

Opening the door using his elbow, Chanyeol (lightly) throws Baekhyun into the bathtub, turning on the shower for him.

"There. Go take a shower."

Baekhyun pouts.

"You're not gonna join m--"

Thud!

Chanyeol slams the door right at Baekhyun's face.

"Ahhh, Mr. Paaaark!" Baekhyun wails inside, his voice sounding muffled, "Why! Let's just wash up together, hm? Come on!"

Sighing, Chanyeol leans his back against the wall and covers his face with his palms.

"I don't even know how to use your shower Where's the hot wa--ah! It's coldddd!"

Then a smile slips on his lips, followed by a hearty laugh.

"Idiot."

Damn it. He must've been liking Baekhyun quite a lot now, so there's no turning back. Not anymore.

"Hey, wake up. It's morning already."

Opening his eyes, the view that Baekhyun first sees is the ceiling and Mr. Park's handsome face. A goofy smile plasters on his face, when memories of last night flash back in his mind.

"Good morning, Mr. Park..."

"Morning, Baekhyun."

"Did you sleep well, Sir?"

"Of course, this is my house, so I slept well."

"Me, too."

Baekhyun giggles, smiling brightly. Oh god. This is such a pleasant Saturday already, starting the day with seeing the person you love as soon as you wake up. Besides, Chanyeol looks so good in comfy clothes. It's a beautiful, precious sight indeed.

"Let's have breakfast?"

"Mkay!"

Sipping his coffee, Chanyeol watches on the corner of his eyes how cute Baekhyun is eating pancakes while wearing a shirt that is too loose for the male. Since when did Chanyeol's clothes become this big? It's like Baekhyun is wearing a dress, and it's fucking adorable.

"Heh. I know what you're thinking right now," Baekhyun smirks, perching his chin on his hand as he stares at Chanyeol across from him, "You must be thinking how cute I am wearing your clothes, right? This, Mr. Park, is called a boyfriend shirt!" He stands up and proudly shows Chanyeol his petite figure, "Am I making your heart flutter? Doki-doki? Dugeun-dugeun? Badump?"

Chanyeol covers his mouth.

The fuck.

"I'm cute, aren't I?"

He can't contain his laugh like this.

"Let's just finish breakfast. We're going somewhere."

//

In the middle of having breakfast, Chanyeol said they were going somewhere. Could it be that they're going on a date!?

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home, of course. It's time for you to leave."

Dropping his fork, Baekhyun frowns and slumps his shoulders.

"I don't wanna go back to my cold lonely place. Can't I just stay here the whole weekend? Let's hang out!"

"You can't," Chanyeol shakes his head, "You still have to take care of your school work. Do your laundry and clean your room. Talk to your parents. Have fun with your friends."

"But it's more fun when I'm with you..."

"What's so fun being with an old man like me?"

"Just seeing your face makes me happy. Everytime I'm with you, I feel complete. It's like I don't need anyone else aside from you? Ah, whatever! I just wanna be by your side 24/7! Is that possible? Can I just get married to you already? I'll be a good husband, I promise!"

Chanyeol tsks and chuckles. Baekhyun's really annoying.

"Mr. Park."

"What?"

Baekhyun steps back a little and raises his arms, forming them into a heart shape with his head. He winks like a kpop idol before he says:

"I love you."

Then he also gestures his two hands into a pair of finger hearts, shooting imaginary heart waves at his teacher.

"Puing, puing, puing! Accept my love, please~"

Looking at Baekhyun, Chanyeol breaks into a smile he has no control over. It's like his facial muscles have lives on their own, because no matter how much he wanted to keep a poker face, he just can't, not when Baekhyun is spewing cheesiness like this. This is crazy. Why is an old geezer like him still feeling butterflies in his stomach? It's just so weird.

"Sir, I said, accept my love!"

And nice, but he won't admit it. Yet.

"Fine, I accept your love."

Baekhyun's face brightens up in happiness, hearing that. He leans on the table and grins at Chanyeol.

"Oh, by the way, I'm calling my parents tomorrow and I wanna officially introduce you to them," Baekhyun says, "I mean, if that's alright with you?" He shrugs, smiling, "I just want them to get to know you, that's all! I'd always mention your name and they got really curious about what you were like."

"Sure. No problem. It's an honor to finally meet them."

"Can I also tell them you're my boyfriend?"

Chanyeol nearly spits his water.

"What? Are you out of your mind? No way."

"But I can't lie to my Mom and Dad," Baekhyun sing-songs, "Lying is bad~"

"Look. You can just do it at the right time, but not now. Let's wait for a bit until you graduate. Until then we can tell them about us."

"So does that mean we're gonna still keep seeing each other when I get into university?"

Chanyeol coughs. "I didn't say that."

"You're also thinking of the future with me in mind, right!?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"You're considering me as your lifetime partner, right?"

"No, I'm not. Don't get ahead of yourself."

Baekhyun laughs, seeing Mr. Park stuffing his mouth with food extra fast. How adorable. So Chanyeol can act childish, too? He hopes he can see this side more often.

"What are you still waiting for? Get inside your house already."

"Get inside your car first..."

"No, you get in first."

"But I wanna see you off, Sir. You can leave first! Don't mind me!"

"I won't ride my car unless you don't get near your door. I'll just watch you from here."

"Mkay, then..."

Baekhyun chews on his bottom lip, smiling shyly as he skips to his front door happily. He looks back at Chanyeol who's outside the gates waiting with his car. The man makes a shoo-iing motion, like he's telling Baekhyun to get inside his home already.

"Bye, Mr. Park," Baekhyun waves faintly, "Thanks for giving me a ride. See you tomorrow at school. "

Chanyeol shoves one hand in his pockets, hums, and waves back.

"Mm, see you."

"Call me when you get home, okay?"

"Got it."

"Don't skip meals!"

"I won't."

"Bye for real, Sir. I'll think of you every minute we're apart! I'll miss you."

Chanyeol lowers his head, bites the inside of cheek, and smiles. He kicks the stray pebble he found under his car as he answers:

"Yeah. Me, too."

Not contented, Baekhyun runs and opens the gate, attacking Chanyeol with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, Mr. Park."

"I--" Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun giving him a heavy anticipating look. He ends up sighing, messing Baekhyun's hair, and smiling, "I know."

Baekhyun tries not to show how his expression falters. Instead he smiles back at Chanyeol, and engages eye contact with him.

"When tomorrow comes and we see each other in class, you won't change your mind about me and avoid me, will you?" Baekhyun asks worriedly, "You're not doing this just because you feel responsible, right?"

Chanyeol nods silently.

"Don't feel guilty, okay?"

He nods again.

"Also, you can stop holding back when you're with me. I won't change my mind either and I'll never regret liking you," Baekhyun says, "I still might be young but that doesn't mean I don't know how to love."

He cups Chanyeol's face and pinches his cheeks.

"Sir, I really really wanna grow up quickly so I can be equals with you. I wanna stay by your side and take care of you. It must be nice to always wake up next to you and share a bed with you! Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself again, aren't I?" He suddenly gets aware that he's been talking for ages now. "Uhm. This is taking too long already!" He laughs awkwardly, leaning away from Chanyeol who's just intently staring at him. "You must be really busy today so I'll let you go now for real."

"Baekhyun, wait."

Baekhyun stops, looking at Chanyeol's hand that suddenly grabbed his elbow.

"...yes?"

"Several months from now, you're graduating high school. When you get into college and move to Seoul," Chanyeol seriously says, squeezing Baekhyun's palm, interlacing their fingers together, and looking into his eyes, "Let's live together from then on."

//

'When you get into college and move to Seoul, let's live together from then on.'

To say that Baekhyun wasn't flustered and shocked when Chanyeol said that to him would be a lie. He was very surprised at that moment, that he didn't even get to respond properly to Chanyeol's proposal. It must be a proposal, right? Asking him to live together with him? Baekhyun was so happy he could cry; he couldn't actually believe it happened, but the thing he did after Chanyeol asked him that question was to avoid his eyes and step back.

"It's getting late, Sir. Let's just see each other in school."

That is how they parted ways, until it's already Monday in no time.

"Good morning."

Baekhyun immediately stands up from his seat and joins his classmates into greeting Mr. Park. He nearly didn't notice that the first period was starting because of his jumbled thoughts. As always, Chanyeol looks so fine with his brushed up hair and plain black dress shirt. Plus, he's wearing specs today, making him look more handsome than he already is. The way Mr. Park talks with that deep voice as he writes on the board and flips the book is just so surreal. If only Baekhyun could capture this moment, he'd frame it and hang it in his room so he could stare at it forever.

'That's my man right there!' Baekhyun mentally says.

"Baekhyun, are you listening?"

"Huh?"

Waking up from his reverie, Baekhyun realizes he's the only one left standing among the class. His classmates are all sitting down, staring at him, and laughing at his dumb reaction. 'Look at this idiot, he must be daydreaming about Mr. Park again.'

"I asked you if you have something to say," Chanyeol tells him using his authoritative 'teacher tone'. "If none, you can take your seat so we can proceed with the lesson-"

"Sir, are you mad at me?"

Chanyeol pauses writing on the board. He turns to Baekhyun who's still standing from his seat and seriously looking at him.

"Please don't get mad at me."

"Wooooaaaah~~"' the whole class cheer, witnessing this drama-like scene of their classmate and teacher right in front of their eyes. Some are groaning and some are whistling teasingly.

Baekhyun clenches his fists.

"I'm sorry if I hadn't responded to you properly that time, Mr. Park. I was just too flustered."

The class once again breaks into chaos, enjoying what they're watching.

"My answer is YES," Baekhyun proudly yells, "Let's live together in the future!"

Hearing that, Chanyeol restrains himself from choking out loud in front of his students.

'Hahahaha! What! What's this guy talking about!''

"Yo, Baekhyun! Sit your gay ass down!'

'Woah! Way to go, Byun! You're delaying the lessons!"

'Is he out of his mind?! What's with him again!?'

'What kind of kdrama is this!'

Chanyeol takes a deep breath and keeps his composure. He coughs into his fist and gestures on the board.

"Let's just talk after class, Baekhyun. For now, get your notes and copy this."

Baekhyun frowns, slumping on his seat dramatically. "Yes, Sir...." Tch. How ruthless.

"Hahaha! You're gonna get scolded, I'm telling you!"

"You're really crazy, aren't you? You made Mr. Park angry."

"Shut up," Baekhyun rolls his eyes, pouting at his seatmates teasing him, "We're just gonna talk."

"I'm sure he'll make you do extra work."

"No, he won't do that!"

Facing the white board again as he continues writing, Chanyeol releases the sigh he's been holding. Good thing he has stuff to write today or else he'll have to deal with Baekhyun's shamelessness spot-on. He doesn't turn around until he's made sure that big smile has disappeared out of his lips.

'Shit. That caught me off guard.'

It's all Baekhyun's fault, and probably, Chanyeol is not complaining the least.

"Why won't you look at me? We've been alone for two minutes now."

"Are you gonna scold me?"

"No. I told you, we'll just talk."

The floor is the only thing that Baekhyun had been staring at ever since his classmates vacated the classroom after dismissal. Mr. Park is in front of him, leaning on the teacher's desk while Baekhyun keeps his head lowered.

"I'm so embarrassed, Sir... I realized what I just did this morning. Those idiots wouldn't stop teasing me while we were in the cafeteria," Baekhyun mumbles, "I shouldn't have said that out loud."

Chanyeol softly chuckles.

"That was cute."

Baekhyun shoots his head up. He sees Chanyeol smiling at him, and suddenly, his soul has been cleansed.

"You mean that, right?" Mr. Park asks hopefully, "The thing you blurted out this morning?"

"O-o-of course, I mean it!" Baekhyun furiously says, "How about you, though? Did you really mean what you said to me? About living together when I get to college?"

"Yeah, I mean it."

"But what if you change your mind?"

"I'm an adult and I know what I'm saying. I won't change my mind," Chanyeol says, "It's you who'll probably change his mind."

"Me? Why?"

"You're still young, Baekhyun. You'll meet a lot of new people in your life with all of those brand new opportunities ahead of you when you enter university. You may realize one day that you don't like me anymore."

"You're all I've ever wanted, Mr. Park. I will never ever stop liking you," Baekhyun confesses, grinning so wide, eyes sparkling, "Before, I only wanted you to notice my annoying presence. But look, you're already my lover! This feels like a dream to me, still. Do you have any idea how happy I am right now? My heart feels like it is exploding. I'm dying to tell the whole school about us. if only you knew!"

Staring at an enthusiastic Baekhyun and reaching for his hand, Chanyeol holds it gently and laces their fingers together. The sun is about to set now outside the open windows, spreading the orange sunlight inside the classroom. The shadows of their figures are nicely reflected on the wall, and to Baekhyun, it's beautiful.

"Baekhyun, have I already told you that I like you?"

Baekhyun feels like his heartbeat has just stopped, hearing those words from Chanyeol.

"Haha... What's wrong with me, seriously? Recently, all l can ever think about is you. I can't even make my lesson plans properly because I can't get you out of my mind... And I find myself smiling everytime I read your texts," Chanyeol confesses, "Somehow, I just realized I was looking forward to the next day so that I can finally see you in class and talk to you like this."

The happy tears that are accumulating in Baekhyun's eyes are now streaming down his cheeks and dropping on the floor. Is he allowed to be this happy? He's just too emotional, because finally, his feelings are now reciprocated by Mr. Park.

"Tell me... I've already fallen for you, haven't I?" Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun's quiet response is just a slow nod, sniffing noises, and sobbing sounds.

Chanyeol smiles again, looking at the ceiling as he messes his own hair.

"Haaa. I'm really doomed..."

"Sir. Tell that to me again," Baekhyun firmly says. He wipes his tears with the sleeves of his uniform and smiles.

"What?"

He releases his and Chanyeol's intertwined hands as he goes over to his own seat, at the third row in the back closest to the window. He plops on his chair like a good student and points at his confused teacher in front.

"I-I'll just sit here at my desk while you stay right there!" Baekhyun screams, "Then tell me you like me!"

Chanyeol hesitantly glances around the obviously empty classroom. Even the hallways outside are dead silent.

"Do I... Do I really have to do that?"

"Yes!" Baekhyun persistently says, "I want to hear it again from you in this position."

"What?"

"Please, Sir?"

"Hah. Fine..."

Chanyeol clears his throat and wets his lips. Damn it. Baekhyun's really a stupid little shit. Why did he even like this idiot of a child? Let's just get this over with.

Baekhyun is excitedly waiting.

Chanyeol opens his mouth and whispers:

"...I like you."

"Huh? What was that?" Baekhyun mocks, cupping his hand to his ear and shaking his head, "I can't hear you quite well in my seat, Mr. Park. Your voice is too soft."

"I said, I like you."

"What did you just say? Still can't understand what you're saying!"

Completely done with it, Chanyeol cups his mouth and screams on top of his lungs.

"I LIKE YOU, BYUN BAEKHYUN!"

"What!?"

"I SAID, I LIKE YOU, DAMMIT!"

Baekhyun's eyes go totally wide as his mouth turns into a large smile. He stands up on his seat and copies Chanyeol.

"Hahahaha! I like you too, Mr. Park! Sooooo very much!" He shakes his head, realizing he said it wrongly, "NO, I MEAN, I LOVE YOUUUU!!!"

The door of the classroom slides open.

Chanyeol and Baekhyun flinch, turning to the door in surprise.

Silence.

"What are you doing?" the class representative asks.

Chanyeol feels his whole body freezing.

"W-w-we're playing the whisper game! Ha-ha-ha!" Baekhyun reasons out lamely, laughing in a panicking mode, "Right, Mr. Park!?"

Expressionless, the four-eyed student bows at Chanyeol to greet his teacher.

"Sir, I forgot my lunchbox under my desk. Can I pass?"

Chanyeol moves out of the way (nervously).

"Oh, s-sure."

Baekhyun exchanges stares with Chanyeol before he asks.

"Hey, four-eyes. Did you perhaps hear something?"

The class rep looks at Baekhyun. Then at Mr. Park oddly waiting for his answer.

"Aside from you flirting with Mr. Park again? No."

He quietly leaves the room.

Chanyeol feels his knees turning jelly.

"This is the last time we're doing this, you hear that?" he glares at his naughty student cackling like a maniac, "And let's not be alone like this at school for the meantime. It's too dangerous."

"Sir, why the sudden change of mood~ You were the one who wanted to be alone with me in the first place!"

"Well, not anymore."

Baekhyun stands up and clings his hand around Chanyeol's arm possessively.

"Please drive me home, then!"

"What the, let go! Your classmate couldn't have left the school grounds completely. He could be back!" Chanueol brushes Baekhyun away, or so he tries, "Shit, you're really stubborn."

"Give me a kiss and I'll stop~"

Chanyeol bends down and kisses Baekhyun on the lips two seconds long.

"There. Now let's leave."

Baekhyun is left frozen and wide eyed as Chanyeol gathers his things behind him.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Chanyeol casually says, carrying Baekhyun's bag and his bag altogether. "It's getting late. Let's get to the car. I'll buy you ice cream."

Biting his lip, Baekhyun follows Chanyeol with an extra spring on his steps. For some reason, Chanyeol appears kinder to him these days, or is it just him?

"Wait for me, Sir...! Oh, can I give you head while you're driving while I suck my ice cream?"

"You're a pervert."

"I'm a cute pervert!"

Arriving at the parking lot, they see a bunch of students from their class walking and chatting. They must have just finished their club activities. Baekhyun quickly hides behind the car when one of them greets Mr. Park with a wave.

"Sir! Go home safely!"

Chanyeol side-eyes Baekhyun crouched beside the wheel.

"Yeah, you guys too."

"Have you seen Baekhyun, Mr. Park?"

"Yeah? He must've gone home."

"He skipped cleaning duties again! Please make him do the chores by himself, Sir!"

Chanyeol laughs, "Yeah. He'll get punished for that."

Baekhyun scowls at him, Chanyeol sticks out his tongue back.

//

"What?"

Chanyeol puts down the can of coffee he is drinking.

"My parents are already on the other line waiting for you. I've told you about this, right?"

"Is it today?"

"Yes. Oh, they're back online again!"

Baekhyun places his bag on the empty seat next to him before he sets the laptop excitedly. Chanyeol closes the book he is reading and fans his neck, loosening up his tie a bit. Anxiously, he looks around the library from their secluded spot, seeing that there are just a few students present including the librarian.

"I'll just type the wifi password, Sir. What is it again..."

"Baekhyun, why don't we just move this into another time...?"

"Why? This is the only time my Mom and Dad are free at work! Plus, they're really excited to meet you!"

"But I'm not yet ready."

Eyeing Mr. Park who looks literally like a model out of a fashion magazine, Baekhyun giggles.

"You look fine as hell. Just talk to them, okay? It'll be alright. They'll just probably ask how my grades are and how I'm doing at school. You know, the basics."

"Okay. Just don't try saying anything weird."

"Yep, yep."

"Come sit with me."

The screen buffers for a while as they wait for Baekhyun's parents to come out, and Chanyeol takes this time to rub his palms against his pants under the table to calm himself down.

"Wait, are you nervous by any chance?"

"Nope, why would I be?"

Baekhyun chuckles. "Look, they're here."

Chanyeol sees a woman in her forties coming into the screen. She's wearing scrubs and a face mask, and Chanyeol can easily tell she's a surgeon. She's in the hospital with a man who is wearing a white coat behind her. No wonder Baekhyun's parents are always busy overseas. They're in the healthcare line of work.

[Hi, sweetie~! How are you? Are you at school right now?]

"Yes, Mom. My class has just finished today. I'm doing okay as usual. Did your operation go well?"

[Yeah. It took a while longer than usual. I'm sorry I didn't pick up your call this morning. Your Dad's just seeing some outpatients. He'll be done in a while.]

'They're both doctors?' Chanyeol asks the obvious which Baekhyun responds with a hum.

"Mom! By the way, I told you I was gonna introduce you and Dad to my teacher, right?"

[Oh, I forgot it was today! I haven't even washed my face yet!]

"It's fine, you look gorgeous as always anyway. He's already with me. Say hello to him~"

Chanyeol awkwardly bows at the camera.

"Hello, Ma'am. My name is Park Chanyeol and I'm Baekhyun's homeroom teacher."

[Oh! Is this your teacher? What a very good-looking man! Nice to meet you, Mr. Park Chanyeol. I'm Baekhyun's mother. Thank you for looking after my troublesome son all the time.]

"No worries, it's part of my job. And Baekhyun's such a bright kid so it's not that hard teaching him. He listens to me well and does his tasks diligently."

Baekhyun on the side, is smiling so wide his mouth could tear apart. Maybe Chanyeol was lying a bit but it feels good to hear compliments about him once in a while.

[Thank you so much for being so kind, Sir. As you can see, his Dad and I are always busy in the hospital so we barely had time to check up on him--Hey, honey! Come talk to Baekhyun's teacher for a while!]

Chanyeol shyly waits while Bakehyun can only grin at him.

[Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Park. I was just calling my husband. He'll show up in a minute, he said. By the way, I know it's really shameful of me to ask you this, but can you still watch over our son until he steps foot to college and adjusts to his new school? We don't have any close relatives in Korea so it's hard for me to keep track of him. He still frequently forgets to put his underwear in the laundry basket so I'm really worried...]

"Mom, I can handle myself just fine!" Baekhyun blushes hard, "You don't have to tell him that!"

[I don't trust you!]

"Yes, Ma'am. You can leave Baekhyun to me. I'll take care of him really well."

Baekhyun hides his growing smile.

[Well, I'm glad to hear that! He must be really dear to your heart~ Hahaha.]

"Ah, yes, he is..."

[Are you married Mr. Park? Do you have any kids? You still look young.]

"Well, I was married before and no, I don't have any kids. I'm single and happy right now."

Baekhyun pretends he doesn't look affected. Chanyeol hides his smile.

[Oh, I see. I'm sorry for asking such personal questions.]

"It's all right. It was all in the past now."

[My husband is here! He'll talk to you now.]

Baekhyun leans closer to the screen and waves at his Dad taking over the call.

"Hi Dad~ I miss you. Mr. Park is with me to say hello to you."

[Hey, son. Sorry I'm late. Hi, Mr. Park Chanyeol. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Baekhyun won't stop talking about you.]

Smiling. Chanyeol adjusts his back and bows. Baekhyun's parents are really nice and high-maintenance people. It's kind of intimidating to meet them like this, honestly.

"Same here, Sir. Thank you for making time today."

[You know my son is gay, right?]

Chanyeol flinches.

"P-pardon?"

Holy shit. Baekhyun's Dad is very straightforward just like his son. Chanyeol didn't expect he'd hear that.

[I'm pretty sure you already know, Mr. Park. That kid of mine, he prefers boys. Are there any pricks in school who're trying to hit on my precious son? You know, making a move on him?]

Fuck. Chanyeol feels like his chest has been stabbed deeply.

"W-what are you even saying in front of Mr. Park, Dad! You're embarrassing me!" Baekhyun yells, earning him a sssshh from the librarian, "That's it, I'm ending this call already."

[What, I'm just talking to your teacher. What's wrong with that? You won't tell me a thing every time I'm asking you if you have a boyfriend.]

[Honey, will you stop? Baekhyun's uncomfortable talking about it~ Just let our baby be. He's fine just hanging out with his friends, right?]

[Mr. Park?]

"Yes, Sir?"

[As Baekhyun's father, can I ask you to please make sure our son won't hang out with bad guys? You know how that child easily falls for men with handsome faces. We wouldn't know, he could end up with swindlers or something.]

Double ouch. Chanyeol feels another stab in the back.

"Your son is in good hands, Mr. Byun. Rest assured he won't be in danger. I won't let anything bad happen to him as long as I'm here."

Baekhyun nods energetically.

"Yes! Mr. Park will stay with me until I become an adult so take your worries away, Dad!"

[Did you say you were single?]

Baekhyun looks at Chanyeol.

"Yes. My personal documents say I don't have a partner as of the moment, so..."

[Baekhyun, can you step out for a moment? I'll have something to discuss with your teacher.]

Reluctantly, Baekhyun moves away and gets his bag.

"Uhm, okay... Just don't take too long."

Even though it's just virtual, Chanyeol can't help feeling nervous. Baekhyun's Mom has already left so it's just him and Baekhyun's father talking right now.

[I won't beat around the bush. I think my son views you differently, Mr. Park. We're both grown-ups here, and as his teacher, you know what I'm talking about, right?]

Chanyeol breathes.

"Yes."

[When did this start?]

"Around... His freshman year, I think."

[Is there something going on between the two of you? More than just being a teacher and a student?]

Chanyeol doesn't know how to respond to that.

"That's..."

[Look. It's good that Baekhyun's being himself and all that, but I also hope he could find someone whom he can truly and honestly date in his youth. I wish my kid would enjoy being with a guy without hiding anything. I don't want someone to hold him back. He should be happy about the choices he makes.]

"Yes, I understand..."

[Sir, he's just eighteen. He's young and reckless. He's not even an adult yet but he thinks he already knows everything about life that's why he acts whatever he wants. But you see. Feelings like this tend to go away soon among teenagers.]

Chanyeol lowers his eyes and stares at the blinking light of the laptop.

[So I'm asking you to please look at Baekhyun with a rational mindset from now on.]

Ah.

What is this.

Why is his chest suddenly feeling tight?

[Will that be okay with you, Mr. Park Chanyeol?]

Baekhyun notices Chanyeol's silence ever since earlier. Chanyeol barely even opened his mouth to talk, just responding with a nod or a short reply whenever Baekhyun asks him.

"Mr. Park, I said I'm done with this problem..."

"Oh, sorry. Let me take a look."

Chanyeol skims through Baekhyun's answers on the practice workbook. They're all correct, as expected of him. Baekhyun actually has perfected all mock exams for the CSAT. It's impossible if he didn't get into S University this way.

"Does tutoring me bore you, Sir?"

"No. What are you talking about?"

"You look like you aren't feeling well," Baekhyun says, putting his palm on the man's cold forehead, "Should we call it a day? You must be already tired..."

Chanyeol's gaze softens, looking at a worried Baekhyun frowning at him. He scoots closer and leans forward, so that his thighs could brush against Baekhyun's under the cramped desk. This way, he can see how Baekhyun's eyes are suddenly widening, same goes with his flushed cheeks.

Baekhyun blinks fast, avoiding eye contact, and shielding himself with a book.

"W-what is it, Mr. Park?"

"Hm? Nothing."

"Then, why are you... getting closer to me?"

"No reason. I just wanna hear your voice better."

Chanyeol rests his chin on his hand as he stares at Baekhyun's cute face. He lightly brushes Baekhyun's fringe with his fingers, playing with his soft fluffy hair.

"I'll drive you tomorrow to the exam venue. It starts at 9 o'clock, right?"

"You don't have to. I told you, I'll just take the bus with my friends..."

"Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?"

"No, it's not like that. If they see you, they'll probably think you're favoring me more than them."

"Which is true."

"Sir!"

"What, I'm just speaking facts."

Baekhyun pouts and pretends to hit Chanyeol on the chest.

"You know, I'm not used to you being so flirty with me..."

Chanyeol smiles teasingly.

"Yeah? You hate it?"

"No," Baekhyun mumbles, giggling shyly. "I like it."

"You like it?"

"Mm-hm."

"Then give me a kiss if you like it."

"I don't want to~ We're in the classroom right now~"

"So, what. No one's around anymore. Just a kiss on the cheek will do, okay?"

"But I said I don't want to!"

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"I don't just wanna kiss you on the cheek."

Baekhyun's smirk is back as he inches nearer to Chanyeol. He caresses the bridge of Chanyeol's nose with his fingertips down to his upper lip.

"I wanna kiss you on the lips, and shove my tongue inside your mouth."

Chanyeol gulps, swallowing his saliva.

"Sir, I wanna sit on your lap and make out with you until I'm panting for my breath."

Baekhyun, while swaying his butt, actually stands up from his seat and settles himself on top of the desk in front of his teacher.

Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun licking his lips seductively.

"Do you wanna go somewhere private, Mr. Park?"

//

As they reach the empty infirmary, Chanyeol closes the door behind him and makes sure to lock it securely. He shakes the doorknob and looks around the clinic, just in case someone (again) might catch the two of them alone. Yeah, he told Baekhyun before it would be the last time they were staying late in school, but guess what? Fuck that, Chanyeol doesn't care anymore. He should enjoy every second and every minute with Baekhyun before he...

"Mr. Park!"

Before he ends things soon.

"Enough of that, Sir. Please kiss me already!"

Baekhyun hurriedly jumps and clings around Mr. Park's neck, aggressively crashing their lips together for a torrid and hot kiss. Lifting Baekhyun up the floor, Chanyeol then carries him towards the cramped infirmary bed without bothering to separate his mouth from him. Since when did Baekhyun learn how to be a good kisser? It just feels so addicting to kiss him like this. His tongue tastes sweet because of the candy he ate earlier, and Chanyeol likes it. It's intoxicating.

"Wait. I'll just take this off."

Watching Chanyeol remove his coat in haste as he swishes the curtains close to cover the two of them is mesmerizing to Baekhyun. It fascinates him so much, the view of Chanyeol's sexy tattoo on his arm and wrist, as the sleeve of the coat grazes on it, and probably it's strange, that it alone turns Baekhyun on to the highest level. He wants to see more of Chanyeol's exposed skin, no, in fact, he wants to see the man naked, right here, right now.

"Now I can move properly. Where were we?"

Chanyeol is back into touching Baekhyun, hovering on top of the male, as they resume making out and grinding bodies. Baekhyun places his hand behind Mr. Park's nape to urge his face lower while kissing. Meanwhile, Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun's thigh to grope more of his ass. He kneads his butt in circles while going down, leaving hickeys on Baekhyun's jaw, neck, and collarbones, then stopping on Baekhyun's throat to lick his non-evident adam's apple.

"Mngh..."

"Did you just moan?"

"Yeah, so?"

All dazed, flushed, and horny, Baekhyun grins and shoves Chanyeol away to switch their positions. He gets on top of his teacher, riding Chanyeol's torso with his legs spread apart.

"What the fuck-"

"Hehe~"

Chanyeol gazes at Baekhyun enjoying being on top. He knows Baekhyun is aware how hard he is right now, the reason why Baekhyun really has to sit exactly right on top of his erection.

"Sir, I told you that I wanted to sit on your lap but let's just do this instead. Can you feel my butt on your cock?"

Chanyeol sighs desperately.

"Baekhyun, will you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Don't grind your ass on my dick. Stop teasing me when I can't even put it in..."

"Then just put it in!"

"No. Let's just kiss and jerk off so we can go home. Come here."

Baekhyun shakes his head furiously.

"Nuh-uh. I don't wanna jerk off anymore, I want the real thing."

Chanyeol coughs, "What?"

"Just put it in and fuck me, Mr. Park. I think I'm ready now."

"Haha.... You're really crazy. You have your important exams tomorrow and that's not even the point here. You're still in high school and I'm still your teacher."

"Isn't that kind of thrilling, though? Me in my school uniform and you in a suit-"

"Babe. I won't have sex with you until you're of legal age, and that's final. Okay?"

Hearing that sweet endearment from Chanyeol suddenly catches Baekhyun off guard, making him forget what he was to say. To say he doesn't want to hear it one more time is a lie.

"Let's just wait for a bit until you're fully ready."

"But, but... I want something inside me now..."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can stop myself if we do it right now. I don't wanna hurt you."

Baekhyun frowns. Chanyeol is giving him a holding-back reaction.

"Then can you just at least, you know, do something about it?"

Chanyeol can't believe he's actually doing this right now.

"Oh my god, yes... Do it..."

Isn't it a bit too early? This feels wrong, still.

"Sir... PLEASE, HURRY UP."

Sitting on the man's lap, Baekhyun hugs Mr. Park's neck and buries his face on his chest while having his cock pleasured by Chanyeol's right hand. Chanyeol's left hand, by the way, is busy searching for the sachet of lube and condom inside his wallet. Nope. He's not bringing them everyday. It just happened that he's had this stuff with him ever since he decided to date Baekhyun, and they're coincidentally inside his wallet which he has everyday. (Yeah, sure.)

"Mr. Park, why are you taking so long? I'm not feeling anything on my ass yet!"

"Damn it, you really are impatient. Lend me your mouth."

Baekhyun leans away quickly, using his small tongue to lick Chanyeol's three fingers sleeved with a condom. He holds Chanyeol's hand and sucks on the fingers so that the protection would slide low until it covers Chanyeol's knuckles nicely. Lathering the lube on it, he also rubs them up and down like he was stroking a cock.

"This might be painful so take a deep breath."

"It's just your fingers, Sir. Why would it hurt?"

"Have you tried shoving up something in your ass?"

"Well... I tried a pen before...?"

"What?"

"I can't buy a sex toy yet so I need to improvise!"

"That could be dangerous. Why would you do that?"

"I was so horny, okay? But it felt really weird in my ass so I took it out immediately. It was nothing compared to your dick anyway."

Chanyeol clicks his tongue and whispers:

"Everytime I write with my pen, I'll think about what you said."

Baekhyun chuckles. Seriously, why is Mr. Park so hot?

"Just finger me now, old man."

Chanyeol adjusts Baekhyun on his lap so it won't be that uncomfortable. Helping Baekhyun get rid of his pants and underwear, he then aligns his fingers towards the male's hole and gently pokes around the muscles to loosen it up.

"Open up and relax. I can't even put my fingers in."

"What should I do? It's closing up on its own!"

"Then let me take a look."

"No! Let's just stay in this position."

"How can I do it properly if we're facing each other?"

"Just, just feel it around or something. Don't look at my butthole! It's ugly!"

"Everything about you is pretty. Even your butthole," Chanyeol says with a smile, "Lie on your back and spread your legs."

Baekhyun blushes, avoiding eye contact as Chanyeol makes him recline on his back. This is more embarrassing than he thought, especially when Mr. Park positions below him to see every inch of his nether regions. Chanyeol spreads his butt cheeks apart, before slowly and gently easing his fingers into the tight entrance until they are seated inside the heat.

"Ooh, god... Ugh, w-wait, Sir..." Baekhyun moans, twitching on the bed while Chanyeol continues thrusting his fingers in and out of his virgin hole, "Mnghh... It feels strange..."

"Yeah?"

"Your fingers are thick and warm inside me..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, but just a little bit..."

,"I'll go deeper and find your sweet spot."

"Can I touch myself?"

Chanyeol laughs at that. Why does Baekhyun need to ask for permission? It's adorable. "Sure. Go ahead."

It's like Baekhyun is seeing stars at the ceiling while he is jerking himself off and having Mr. Park's fingers stimulate his insides. The tip of Chanyeol's long and thick fingers are nudging against something very pleasurable in him, making him all fidgety. It's like liquid will come out of his cock at this rate.

"Ah, right there! Hngh... More..."

"Here?"

"Yes, Sir... Oh, fuck... It feels so good when you press on that part...!"

"You're sucking my fingers pretty well, Baekhyun. What if they snap off because of how tight your hole is?"

"Y-you're crazy!"

"Haha."

Chanyeol feels his wrist starting to numb because of this angle, so he sits on the bed and leans comfortably on the headboard. He makes Baekhyun face his crotch and get on all fours beside him with his ass exposed, so that he can extend his arm to fuck finger-fuck Baekhyun sideways.

"You love that?" Chanyeol teases, "Your eyeballs are rolling weirdly."

"Yes... Nngh, Mr. Park... Keep going... Haaah... Shit! It feels great..."

Chanyeol goes faster, curling his fingers deeper inside Baekhyun's ass while keeping on pleasuring his prostate that has the male moaning and screaming profanities. The way Baekhyun is twerking his ass like he's a cat in heat is just so erotic. So Chanyeol takes this time to also spank Baekhyun's butt cheeks.

Slap!

Baekhyun feels chills running down his spine.

"Who's a good boy?"

"Me! I'm a good boy!"

"Really?"

"Yes! Please give it to me, Daddy!"

"Then put your mouth into good use."

After unbuckling his belt and freeing his angry cock, Chanyeol places his hand on top of Baekhyun's head to guide his pretty mouth towards his manhood. Baekhyun flattens his tongue on the tip and sucks, kissing it, before gradually taking it whole inside his mouth to the best that he can.

"Ugh, fuck... That's right... Suck harder."

Being stuffed in the mouth by Chanyeol's cock while also having his ass penetrated by Chanyeol's fingers makes Baekhyun's head spin in arousal. Plus, the moans and grunts Mr. Park is spilling right now sounds super sexy. He must be enjoying this a lot.

"Do you love it, Mr. Park? Should I keep going?"

"Yeah..."

Maintaining eye contact, Baekhyun strokes Chanyeol's length faster while performing blowjob on him. Chanyeol's hand is occupied playing with his hair, and Baekhyun doesn't mind it, because Chanyeol makes up for it by working his fingers inside his butthole.

"Oh... Shit... You're doing great. Take it all inside your throat slowly," Chanyeol mutters, and the view of Baekhyun's bulging cheek stuffed with his dick is very sensual. "Holy fuck. Your mouth is so small, how can my cock even fit inside?"

"I have a black hole in my esophagus," Baekhyun says jokingly, "You never know, I also have it in my ass."

"Haha, damn it. You never fail to make me laugh," Chanyeol chuckles, caressing Baekhyun's face. "Keep on sucking."

Baekhyun does what he was told, sucking, licking, and stroking Chanyeol off to his edge until the man is asking him to pull away his mouth.

"Ah, I'm gonna come... Close your eyes for a bit."

Soon enough, Chanyeol is releasing his load right at Baekhyun's face, exploding his cum on the male's mouth and painting his cheeks with semen. Good thing it didn't reach Baekhyun's eyes or else he'll suffer from pink eye.

"It's the first time you came first," Baekhyun says, using a tissue to wipe the cum off his face. Chanyeol looks a tad embarrassed and it's cute. "Was I good?"

"Ninety-five out of one hundred."

"That's a pretty high score. I got eighty-six last time."

"Come here. Let's make you come."

Baekhyun hums, embracing Mr. Park as he allows the man to jerk him off and finger him. He rides Chanyeol's fingers like a pro, bouncing and straddling on them like he was being fucked by the real thing. Everytime Mr. Park rubs his prostate, he slams his ass down on Chanyeol's fingers to have them deeper.

"Are you close?" Chanyeol asks, pressing a light kiss on the corner of Baekhyun's eyes. Nodding, Baekhyun doesn't hesitate to come right away, spurting his release on the handkerchief Mr. Park prepared so he wouldn't dirty the mattress.

"I-it's all coming out..."

"It's fine, baby. I got you."

It's like his limbs have turned wobbly as Baekhyun climaxes, spasming and twitching from head to toe. Kissing Chanyeol slow and soft, he waits for the man to withdraw his fingers, leaving his hole gaping and sore.

Staring at each other for a few seconds, they both break into a hearty chuckle.

"Sir, I didn't make any mess on the bed, did I?"

"Nope."

"Pffft... That was fun!"

Smiling fondly, Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun into a warm hug.

"Yeah, it was."

"We should do this again, but in the teacher's lounge-"

"What a pervert."

"You love me anyway."

//

"Mr. Park...?"

Baekhyun's footsteps are light as he knocks on the opened door, walking inside the study and finding his teacher long dozed off on the table with his unfinished work. Baekhyun asked Mr. Park earlier if he could spend the night in his house so they could have last-minute preparation for the CSAT tomorrow, but it seems like Chanyeol has fallen asleep first. Chanyeol must be really exhausted after what they did in the infirmary.

"Sir, are you awake?"

Taking a seat on the stool next to Chanyeol when he gets zero reply, Baekhyun makes sure not to create any single noise not to wake the teacher up. Gently, he removes Mr. Park's uneven glasses left sitting on the bridge of his nose, folding them nicely beside his opened laptop. Baekhyun also gets the pen from Chanyeol's hand, sliding it out of his grasp. Peeking on the papers laid out on the table, Baekhyun sees they're review materials for the test with highlighted sentences and important key points for him to remember. He reads them one by one.

'Use this formula instead for these types of problems.'

'If the text is too lengthy, proceed with the choices and use the elimination method.'

'Don't take too long answering one question.'

'If you didn't find the exact answer on the options, choose the closest one to it.'

'If you have no idea what the answer is, just use your gut feel.'

Baekhyun smiles, feeling his heart melt. He bends down and whispers:

"Thank you, Sir..."

Facing a sleeping Chanyeol inches away, Baekhyun rests his head on top of his folded arm and stares at the man in front of him. He's happy and content just by watching his 'boyfriend' sleep peacefully. Because of this, he can admire Chanyeol's features clearer and better. Only at times like this Baekhyun can actually realize how much older Chanyeol is than him. Mr. Park has a few wrinkle lines on his forehead. The stubble on his chin looks like they're growing out a little and Baekhyun finds it really cute. Maybe someday he'd get to shave them for Chanyeol. That thought excites him already.

"After my exams tomorrow, should we go on a date? We haven't gone on a date yet, right?" Baekhyun asks, as if he was talking to an awake person, "Ah, I can't wait to graduate already so I can live together in Seoul with you."

Baekhyun smiles, leans closer, and pecks Chanyeol on the lips.

"I love you, Mr. Park."

Baekhyun thinks for a while, before he says again:

"I love you, Chanyeol."

He is answered by silence. Feeling embarrassed of what he just did, Baekhyun chuckles to himself and stands up.

"R-right. Let me get you some blankets. You must be cold here. Please wait~"

When Baekhyun has completely disappeared into the room, Chanyeol slowly opens his eyes and stares blankly at the opened door Baekhyun left.

*

"He should be here by now."

Driving slowly in front of the university packed with students where the exams are held, Chanyeol checks around for a short male wearing light blue coat and yellow scarf that must be already waiting for him. Since Baekhyun said he didn't want him to drive him this morning, Chanyeol then insisted he'd pick Baekhyun up instead after his exams are finished.

"Maybe he's still in the elevator."

Light snow has piled up on the road and it's cold in the car, but outside is much colder. Winter has started in a while but it's just now when Chanyeol can feel its chill, and probably, it's because of his old age. He's nearing his forties anyway. He's gone past his youth.

'Mr. Park, I'm walking outside now. Please wait for me!'

Reading Baekhyun's text, Chanyeol chooses to park his car beside the road where he can quickly see students coming out of the gates. While waiting for Baekhyun to come out, he eyes the box of strawberry cake and bouquet of red roses he bought sitting on the passenger seat beside him.

He clears his throat, blushing a little.

"Isn't this a bit too much..."

It doesn't take long when Chanyeol spots Baekhyun among the crowd, cutely waving and jumping like a kid. It makes Chanyeol smile as he carries the stuff he prepared for Baekhyun, gets out of the car, and meets him outside.

"Mr. Park!"

Baekhyun runs excitedly, hugging the man tightly out in the open, and grinning at him as if he was brighter than the sun.

"Aaaaaah! I've finished the test! I think I did well! I'm so happy!"

Chanyeol hums, soothing Baekhyun's back with his one hand and embracing him close to his chest. He kisses the crown of his hair and wriggles him into his snuggle.

"Good job. I'm so proud of you."

"I was so nervous at first but when I remembered what you told me, my anxiety went away quickly."

"Really? It's a relief then."

"Wait, what are you holding behind your back?"

"Oh, this?"

Chanyeol leans away and shows Baekhyun the box of cake and bouquet of roses he was hiding. He sweetly smiles and offers Baekhyun a whole boyfriend-vibe in the form of himself in stunning semi-formal clothes.

"This is for you. Congratulations."

Baekhyun forgets how to breathe, just ogling at Mr. Park who's handing him a bouquet of roses in public. People are even looking at them but Chanyeol seems not to care a bit.

Biting his bottom lip and feeling delighted, Baekhyun takes the flowers and sniffs them. It smells nice.

"Thank you, but the results haven't even come out yet..."

"I'm already celebrating in advance. I'm sure you'll pass the exams."

"Is that cake, Sir?"

"Yeah, I bought it for us to eat. You said you wanted to go on a date."

Baekhyun blinks. He's still about to ask Chanyeol about the date later, though.

"You were awake that time?"

Chanyeol shrugs.

"Maybe I heard it in my dreams?"

Walking side by side with Mr. Park, Baekhyun beams and looks at the much taller man. He squeezes their linked hands inside Chanyeol's warm pocket as he presses closer to him.

"Mr. Park, where are we going?"

"I reserved a table for two at the restaurant nearby."

"We're eating out for dinner? Why didn't you didn't tell me? I should've dressed up more nicely!"

"It was supposed to be a surprise. Besides, you look fine to me."

"Yeah but," Baekhyun pouts, sulking, "This is my first date and I look so plain..."

Chanyeol smirks.

"You look so plain, huh?"

"Yeah, too bad~"

"Are you sure you didn't really prepare?"

"Huh?"

"Your hair is properly styled, your clothes are brand new, you've sprayed a cologne you haven't even used before, and you're wearing light makeup. You look like you've also applied some lip gloss before meeting me."

Baekhyun's eyes widen, his cheeks reddening like tomatoes. Did he get caught? Has Chanyeol really noticed it? Not that Baekhyun hates it; he likes it of course, to the point that his chest might explode anytime. Chanyeol is laughing at him and it's so heavenly it's like seeing an angel.

"T-this is! I always look like this, you know!"

"Oh, you do?"

"Yeah!"

"Then how about that time when you used to go to class in your crumpled uniform while you reek of sweat after playing with the stray cats at the school yard-"

Embarrassed, Baekhyun shakes his head and covers his ears.

"Noooo! Stop! Don't talk about my gross past!"

"Hahaha. Remember when you still don't know how to take a bath and comb your hair before going to school. I reckon you don't cut your nails, too."

"Hey, seriously! Quit it!'

"I liked you in spite of that."

Baekhyun feels his stomach flip.

"You're walking too slow. Is it because you have shorter legs?"

"Stop teasing me, old man!"

Chanyeol slings an arm around Baekhyun's shoulder and side-hugs the flustered male, dragging him inside the restaurant.

"Come on. Let's get to our table. I'll buy you anything you want."

Baekhyun hides his smile secretly.

"Mkay, then..."

Dinner is fancy and romantic. The ambiance in the restaurant is lovely. Baekhyun thought this kind of date only existed in movies, but he's now experiencing it himself with Chanyeol. The food is really delicious and perfect for his liking, and since he can't drink wine yet, Chanyeol only got him orange juice. He thanks Mr. Park for slicing the cake for him before they start eating the dessert.

"Cheers?"

"Cheers."

Baekhyun bumps his glass of juice against Chanyeol's glass of wine.

"By the way, Mr. Park."

"Hm?"

"My Dad asked about you."

Chanyeol pauses holding the knife.

"Yeah?"

Then he peeks at Baekhyun in front of him who is chewing and enjoying his cake.

"He just asked if you were still gonna tutor me after the CSAT and I said maybe not anymore," Baekhyun says while munching the strawberry, "You'd probably get busy these days since graduation is approaching. Besides, you still have lots of work to do other than just help me study."

Chanyeol smiles apologetically and nods.

"Yeah, sorry..."

"Nah, it's fine. Adults do complicated stuff and you should focus on that more. But I'm curious about one thing, Sir."

"What is it?"

"What did you and my Dad talk about that day in the library?"

"Oh, that," Chanyeol averts his eyes, "Just you know, grown-up stuff."

"Like what?"

"Like politics, the nation's economy, world history, and debates about the existence of the afterlife."

"Ugh, stop, stop! I don't wanna hear boring talks!"

Chanyeol laughs, shaking his head.

"Oh, right! Before I forget!"

Excitedly, Baekhyun rummages through his bag and flashes Chanyeol a huge grin.

"Since you already knew I prepared for this date, I'll just reveal what I have here. I actually got something for you."

"For me?"

"No, for someone else. I just said it's for you, right?"

"You little shit."

Baekhyun chuckles teasingly.

"Here."

Chanyeol isn't able to say anything anymore when the male slides a red box on the table towards him.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

Baekhyun is just smiling ear-to-ear, resting his chin on his folded knuckles while watching Chanyeol snap the box open to see what's inside. This reminds Baekhyun of Chanyeol's birthday when he gave the man an expensive Rolex watch as a gift.

"This is..."

Chanyeol stares at the 24k gold ring elegantly placed inside the jewelry box.

"Do you like it?" Baekhyun asks excitedly. "Why don't you try it on? Let's see if it fits you! I measured the size of your ring finger when you were sleeping."

Chanyeol closes the lid.

"Come on. Just wear it. Look! I got one for myself, too. They're actually couple rings!" Baekhyun shows Chanyeol a matching gold ring he was hiding in his pocket all this time. He instantly slips it on his ring finger. "It's pretty, right?"

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol sighs, massaging his temples, and having no idea what to react and say, "I appreciate this gift a lot but isn't this kind of unfair? I always receive something from you. Not to mention something really expensive."

"You're my boyfriend so it's fine if I get you something expensive, right?"

"But this is too much. You could've given me something else. Something more simple and cheap."

"You're special to me, why would I get you something cheap?" Baekhyun says, raising his eyebrow. "Sir, just because you're older doesn't mean you should be the only one who always gives. Mom bought them for me as a reward for studying hard so I didn't get them for free."

"You're just flaunting your money on me."

"Then you could just pay me with lots of hugs and kisses!"

Chanyeol frowns, shaking his head.

"Still, I can't accept this."

"What, why not?"

"Because..." Chanyeol doesn't know what else to say after that. He buries his face on his palms as he recalls what Mr. Byun told him back then, "Your Dad doesn't like me."

"What? No! He likes you! I'm telling you-"

"He doesn't like me for you," Chanyeol continues, making Baekhyun silent. "Your father. He knows what's up."

Baekhyun's eyes turn sad.

"So just now... You lied to me."

"I'm sorry."

"He knew about us since then."

"I think yeah."

"But how?"

"He probably saw the watch you gave me. I was wearing it that day," Chanyeol mutters, "Did you remember when he mentioned something about bad guys and swindlers? He was making sure I heard it. He talked to me nicely on the call but he wants me to keep my distance from you. Of course, he has the right to feel that way, I mean," Chanyeol laughs sarcastically, "Whose Dad would want his child to date someone twice older than them?"

Baekhyun stares.

"So?"

Chanyeol looks at him, surprised by Baekhyun's change of attitude.

"So what if my Dad doesn't like you? Just because of our huge age difference? Is that it?" Baekhyun asks, "Is he the one who's gonna kiss you and live together with you? Is he the one who's gonna stay by your side and look after you when you get older?"

"Baekhyun..."

"So what if he disapproves of you? He's not even here when I need him the most. It's you."

"He's just worried about you. Any father would feel the same."

"He could think whatever he wants about us, it doesn't matter to me. I don't care about my Dad's opinion. He's selfish."

"Still, he's your father. Don't talk about him like that."

"Yeah, he's my father but that doesn't mean he already has the right to choose who I want to love. I know what I want and it's to be with you. Mr. Park," Baekhyun seriously says, "So if you break up with me because of my Dad, I'm not gonna forgive you. Like, for real."

"That will never happen."

"Then please wear the ring, or else I'm gonna throw it away."

"Damn it... You really are so stubborn."

Chanyeol clacks the box open again, picking up the gold ring and sliding it this ring finger. It fits exactly there just like his wedding ring before.

"There. You happy now?"

"Mm-hm." A tiny smile grows on Baekhyun's lips, seeing the ring on Chanyeol's finger just like what he imagined it to look like. "Thank you."

Getting his glass of wine, Chanyeol takes it close to his mouth and sips. "Tch." Then he clears his throat to cover up the smile attempting to slip out.

Baekhyun sees that though, making him chuckle.

"Pfft. Hahaha."

"Why're you laughing?" Chanyeol rolls his eyes. "Just finish your dessert so we can go home."

No matter how many twists and turns Chanyeol did on the bed, it's as if he still can't find the right position to fall asleep. He already adjusted the pillow but to no avail. After the restaurant, he feels like he's been exhausted for days. His thoughts are keeping him awake, and the white ceiling of Baekhyun's spacious room is making him more and more confused.

Should he be here right now? Why can't he even hold back?

"Haah. I can't sleep."

Raising his left hand, he stares at the ring and the watch Baekhyun gave him. Somehow it feels heavy wearing them. It hits his pride but he can't do something about it. He likes Baekhyun, no, he might've already fallen in love with him, but it still feels wrong at some point.

The guilt of receiving material things from a person much younger than him, not to mention, dating him, kissing him, touching him, and spending intimate moments with him like this, is unbearable. It's as if he's taking advantage of Baekhyun, and his conscience is telling him to quit. It's Baekhyun's smiling face and his reassuring words that make up for the discomfort in his chest. It's the reason why Chanyeol keeps going until now.

He then gets up, sitting on the left side of the bed and leaning against the headboard. He takes off the ring and the watch, placing them on the bedside table. He takes some few seconds to think with his face covered with his palms, self-reflecting, and silently praying.

It's twelve midnight and Baekhyun is peacefully sleeping beside him. Peeking at the male who's curled up and hugging a pillow, Chanyeol fixes his blanket to properly cover up Baekhyun's exposed back and lower half. He leans down and gently brushes Baekhyun's hair, before pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his closed eyes.

"You'll get cold like this. Wait here."

Stepping out of the bed in his naked glory, Chanyeol picks up his socks as he searches for his boxers among his and Baekhyun's mixed clothes scattered on the floor. He wears the underwear and walks towards Baekhyun's massive wardrobe, opening it to look for a pair of pajamas. It almost took him ten minutes just to find them stacked in the lowest drawer full of branded clothes that Baekhyun probably hasn't opened and worn yet.

"Don't wake up, okay? I'll just dress you up."

While Baekhyun is asleep, Chanyeol carefully puts the clothes on him, making sure he won't disturb his sleep. He slips the pajamas into his feet and buttons the upper part, causing Baekhyun to wake up a little.

"Mngh... Sir..."

"Oh, Sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Ngh, what... you doing..."

"I'm just putting clothes on you."

Baekhyun rustles on the bed and rolls into Chanyeol's arms, hugging Mr. Park snuggly.

"Don't go..." Baekhyun mumbles, sleeping. "Please..."

"I won't go anywhere, baby. You know that."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Mm-mm..." Baekhyun shakes his head, refusing to let go of Chanyeol, "Just stay here on the bed with me..."

Chanyeol slips himself back into the bed beside Baekhyun, wrapping his arms around his tiny body with their feet entangled under the sheets.

"I'll just sleep with you like this, then."

"Mkay..."

"You feel warm already?"

"Yeah..."

Baekhyun slowly blinks, gazing at Chanyeol watching him fondly as the man plays with his hair.

"Why?" Chanyeol whispers, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"It's just that... You haven't told me you loved me yet," Baekhyun mumbles back, "You said you liked me but you still haven't said you loved me."

"Pfft. Is that it?"

"Yeah. I wanna hear it."

"Right now?"

Baekhyun nods.

"I love you," Chanyeol sweetly says, whispering into Baekhyun's ear, "I love you, babe."

"That's really smooth. My heart actually raced right now. Hehe," Baekhyun says, smiling so bright, "I love you, too."

"Now that we've already said I love you to each other, it's time for us to sleep."

"Give me a good night kiss first..."

"Sure. Where do you want it?"

"On my forehead..."

Chanyeol bends down, smooching Baekhyun on the forehead, on top of his fringe.

"Mwah."

"Another one, please..."

"Where do you want it this time?"

"On my nose..."

Chanyeol kisses the tip of his nose.

"There."

Baekhyun smiles sleepily, giggling contentedly.

"Good night, Mr. Park..."

"Mm, good night."

"Sweet dreams..."

"You, too. Close your eyes and go back to sleep."

Surprisingly, Chanyeol falls asleep without him noticing, and it's only been three minutes with Baekhyun cuddled to him like this. He wakes up the next morning still in that cozy position, but he's hugging Baekhyun's feet close to his face instead.

//

"Hey! Have you already heard of it!?"

"Heard of what? What is it?"

"Mr. Park! He's engaged!"

"WHAT!"

"The whole school's been talking about it!"

"Yeah, yeah! He came to school wearing an engagement ring! He's gonna get married, I'm telling you!"

"Wait, aren't only girls supposed to wear that?"

"Nowadays, men wear engagement rings too, you know!"

"Finally, guys! Our homeroom teacher is not single anymore! Hahaha!"

"Damn! His future wife is so lucky!"

"I wanna attend the wedding!"

The door of the classroom slides open, startling the students huddled into a circle, and making them stop their loud gossiping. Baekhyun steps inside like a queen while his classmates can only stare at him silently.

"What, why're you all looking at me?" Baekhyun asks, raising his eyebrows, "You wanna fight?"

"Hey, Byun. Guess you didn't know yet," a classmate says provokingly, "Your crush, Mr. Park, he's getting married!"

"He's got an engagement ring on his finger so that means you can't fantasize over him anymore~"

"Well, unless you wanna be a mistress?"

"Mr. Park doesn't even like you anyway!"

"Tch." Baekhyun rolls his eyes with too much sass, tucking his hair behind his ear. "Oh, yeah? Mr. Park's getting married?" He chuckles, purposely flaunting his gold couple ring with Chanyeol, "I haven't heard of that news before."

"Just give up on him, Baekhyun, and just date me!"

"No, not him. Choose me!"

"My love for you is sincere, baby! Pick me!"

"Ew, you're all not my type. You guys are so ugly. And I already have a husband and it's Mr. Park," Baekhyun proudly says, "And it's not an engagement ring, you fools. Look at my ring! It matches Mr. Park's ring, right? I got the two of us couple rings yesterday. It's a gift."

His classmates stare at each other before they break into a fit of laughter.

"Pffft. HAHAHAHAHA!"

"You're talking crazy again."

"Stop being delusional, okay?"

"There's a limit to how much you can be a dumbass, Baekhyun!"

"Whatever! You're all just jealous anyway!" Baekhyun banters, crossing his arms over his chest as he plops on his seat, "Idiots."

When Chanyeol walks into the classroom to greet his students, the huddle quickly disperses as they all return to their seats. He 'accidentally' meets eye contact with Baekhyun at the back who's smiling at him, so he tears his gaze away fast before he can even smile at him in exchange.

Shit. He almost lost it right there.

"Good morning, everyone."

No response.

"What. Is something the matter? Why're you all staring at me like that?" Chanyeol asks, noticing the cunning grins the whole class is giving him, "If you have nothing to say, then get your laptops and-"

"So who's the lucky one, Sir?"

"Yeah. Tell us your announcement."

Chanyeol halts. "What? What announcement?"

"Quit acting like you don't know, Sir!"

"You're getting married. Right, Mr. Park!?"

"Yeah, you should say it to us, at least, Sir! We're a family, remember!"

Baekhyun, on his seat, rolls his eyes. If only he could hit his classmates on the head individually, he already did it.

"Mr. Park is gonna be a groom now!"

"Say it! Say it!"

"What does your fiancee do? Is she a teacher in our school, too?"

"Is she pretty! Show us a picture!"

"When is the wedding, Sir?!"

The entire class is cheering wildly, all (except Baekhyun) are slapping their desks and screaming on top of their lungs. Some are still bugging Mr. Park with questions while others are just glad lessons are delayed again much to Chanyeol's dismay. Since it's an all-boys school, it's even more chaotic. They're always out of control (unless Chanyeol actually gets mad.)

Chanyeol slaps the desk.

"Keep quiet."

The students shut their mouths up.

"I don't know where that rumor even came from, but I'm not engaged to anybody nor am I getting married."

Baekhyun covers his mouth and hides his very very large smile.

"Awww...."

"So it's not true, Mr. Park?"

"You don't have a fiancee?"

"No, I don't. Now let's get to work-"

"Then how about that ring on your finger?"

"Yeah! You're not wearing a ring before! Explain that then!"

"It must be from your girlfriend!"

"Or your wife!"

Chanyeol pauses. He looks away and fixes his collar. Baekhyun sees that, so he decides to speak up and interfere.

"Hey! Why are you all being so nosy! Can you guys stop? It's Mr. Park's private life, stop asking him those uncomfortable questions!" Baekhyun screams, "If you have nothing better to do in your life, just shut up! Sir, if you don't mind, can we start today's lesson?"

"Yo, Byun. Why're you getting so pissed? Hahaha."

"You're just jealous, Baekhyun!"

"Why are you boys always focused on me?" Baekhyun says, laughing smugly, "You have a crush on me? I told you guys already, you're not my type."

"I'm gay for you, though! Hahaha!"

"Yuck, take a bath first, you moron."

"Only if we go in together, baby!"

"Go fuck yourself, dickhead."

"Mr. Park, can we just begin the class already? Hey Baekhyun, you shut up and sit properly. Those guys at the back, keep quiet if you don't wanna get demerit points," the class representative says.

"Well, then. If you're that curious might as well just say it to you once," Chanyeol finally speaks, resulting in another uproar from his ever so curious students.

Meanwhile, Baekhyun looks surprised by that as he keeps quiet at his desk.

"I'm," Chanyeol seriously says, staring directly at Baekhyun in the eyes from where Chanyeol is standing in front, "I'm dating someone right now."

A pause.

Before everybody starts screaming again that the next classroom might already be complaining with their noise.

"Woaaaahhhh!!!!"

"Is that for real, Sir! So you're not single!"

"Oh my god, I knew it, Mr. Park!"

"You should've told us sooner!"

Ah, shit.

Baekhyun is not prepared for this. If he could cry right now, the floor is already flooded with his tears. He has to grab his backpack, hug it in front of him, and cover his smiling face with it while trying not to squeal right now.

"Tell us what she's like, Mr. Park!"

"Is she older, or younger?"

"Is she pretty, Sir?"

"Uh, let's see," Chanyeol thinks for a while. Baekhyun is technically not a 'she', though. "That person is younger than me... Shorter, too. Probably standing tall in level with my chest." He gestures his hand below his chin. "And the face? Yeah. Super pretty. The prettiest in the entire universe and the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life."

"Wow! So romantic!"

"I wish I was her!"

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip and suppresses the smile coming out of his mouth. Fuck. Mr. Park is really insane for this. How can this old man just say that so casually? It's making his insides melt.

"Haha! Mr. Park, you're so whipped!"

"You sound so cheesy when in love, Sir!"

"Are you gonna get married in the future?"

"We'll get to that part soon. Maybe at the right time."

"Your special someone must be so lucky to have you, Sir!"

Chanyeol smiles at Baekhyun.

"No, it's me who's the lucky one."

Baekhyun has his eyes fixated on Mr. Park, and he doesn't miss the glinting stare the teacher shoots at him followed by a smirk. Seriously. Chanyeol could be really crazy sometimes. If someone notices they've been sending stares at each other like this, they'd get busted in no time.

"All right, that's enough. Let's not talk about my love life anymore, Baekhyun could get hurt," Chanyeol says, grabbing his materials and shaking his head as he chuckles. "Let's be considerate of each other's feelings."

"Yeah. I'm badly heartbroken right now. My chest is in so much pain," Baekhyun says in monotone, "I give up on my love for you, Sir. Congratulations on your dating life."

"Thanks."

That ensues a laugh from the class, before they all begin their proper lesson for today.

"Mr. Paaaark!"

Chanyeol, while waiting for the vending machine to drop his cola, is startled by the pair of arms suddenly wrapping around his waist. His first instinct is to shove whoever the hell tried to hug him, but seeing it was Baekhyun, he only steps back. He immediately looks around him for any signs of life.

"What the hell are you doing? Someone could've seen you do that."

"Hehe, no one's around so it's fine! Did you finish your last lecture already?"

"About to. How about you? I thought you were having P.E. class now?"

"Yes. They're all still in the gym playing volleyball. I just stepped out a bit to wash my face."

Taking a sip on his drink, Chanyeol scans Baekhyun from head to toe. Baekhyun is wearing his P.E. uniform which looks cute on him as usual.

"Your shirt is completely soaked that I could see right through it. Don't let others see you like that."

"Huh?"

Baekhyun instantly looks down on his thin white shirt, covering his chest with his hands when he notices it.

"Oh! Sorry."

Chanyeol takes off his coat and hands it to Baekhyun.

"Here. Wear this and change quickly. You could return it later when the class is over."

"Thank you."

Smiling, Baekhyun puts on Chanyeol's coat that is too big for him. As always, it smells like fabric softener. He matches the man's steps as they walk side by side along the hallway.

"Sir. Your next class is 3-F, right?"

"Yeah. I kinda hate that group, though. They're too noisy. And their classroom smells like shit, sweat, and fart that I could literally die."

"Omg, you didn't just say that!"

"Nobody's gonna know."

"I'll tell the Principal~"

"You want me to lose my job?"

"I'll just work for the both of us then!"

"You better graduate first."

Stopping in front of an empty classroom, they face each other one meter apart. Chanyeol stretches his arm and reaches for Baekhyun's hand. Seeing their matching rings, Baekhyun connects their hands together and sways them slowly. That alone already makes him happy, especially when Mr. Park squeezes his palm and plays with his fingers.

"You should go back to class now," Chanyeol whispers, but he's not letting go of Baekhyun anyway, "Your teacher might be looking for you already..."

Baekhyun frowns.

"I don't wanna go back there anymore... Can't I just cut class?"

Chanyeol pretends to hit his head.

"Silly. You can't, I'll get angry."

"It's fine. Just punish me, Daddy~"

"Tch. You're really crazy and shameless."

"Oh, by the way, the results of my CSAT will come out anytime this week. I wanna look at it with you."

"Sure. Let's do that."

"Okaaaay."

"Seriously, let go of my hand already."

"You do it first!"

Chanyeol rolls his eyes, but he's nowhere close to being mad. He gently releases Baekhyun's hand and shoves his own in his pocket instead.

"See you later, Mr. Park," Baekhyun waves goodbye, "I'm gonna miss you~"

"Yeah. Me, too."

Baekhyun skips away while Chanyeol sees him off until the end of the hallway. He doesn't realize he's been smiling all this time, not until Baekhyun is out of his sight and the bell starts ringing for the next period.

"Mr. Park, you have a phone call. They're waiting on the other line."

Chanyeol leaves his busy desk when an assistant calls him holding the telephone in her hand. She transfers it to Chanyeol and leaves.

"Hello, this is Park Chanyeol speaking."

The window of the faculty lounge from the third floor is open, and from here Chanyeol can view the school grounds filled with students. He listens to the voice on the phone while busying himself watching the boys playing soccer at the field. Some are chatting under the tree while others are cleaning the yard.

[Good day. I'm calling about a student in your school named Byun Baekhyun. He put you as his guardian on the registration form. Is that correct, Sir?]

"Yes. I'm also his homeroom teacher. What can I do for you?"

[We have good news, Mr. Park. Your student, Byun Baekhyun, has passed the college entrance exams. Congratulations.]

Chanyeol would be lying if he says he didn't expect this to happen, but hearing it directly makes him still feel happy and proud. He can't wait to congratulate Baekhyun and tell him the news. He'll just finish his work later. He needs to see Baekhyun and talk to him this instant.

"Thank you so much! I'll let him know."

Closing his laptop and fixing his hair quickly, Chanyeol exits the room with an excited smile plastered on his face. He glances at his watch and runs fast to get to the classroom and meet Baekhyun already. The students must be still there, cleaning, since dismissal time has started earlier today. He and Baekhyun promised to look at the results together though, but it can't be helped now because of the surprise phone call.

Either way, they must celebrate and eat somewhere nice. Should he buy a cake? Baekhyun will surely like it.

"Really!? You passed the exams!? Woah! I'm so proud of you!"

"CONGRATULATIONS, BAEKHYUN!"

"Hahaha! You're actually smart!"

"Hey, good job!"

"Thank you, guys! I couldn't really believe it when my parents texted me out of the blue!"

"That's a prestigious university, though! Congrats, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks!"

The loud cheering inside the classroom makes Chanyeol stop on his tracks, pausing in front of the door. From the small window, he can hear and see his students congratulating Baekhyun and hugging him. He just peeks instead, drops his hand from the door knob, and quietly stands there outside.

"Hey, we should celebrate! Right, Byun?"

"Yeah, yeah! Let's go to the nearby karaoke place and eat chicken! Baekhyun should treat us!"

"What, no way! Go treat your own ass."

"Who's gonna come with us?"

"Me!"

"I'll go, too!"

"Then let's sleep over at your place tonight!"

"Why're you all deciding things by yourselves? I'm busy today! Let's just celebrate next time."

"Tch, when are you even busy! Come on, we should hang out and have a party!"

Chanyeol listens to them from a distance, unsure whether to show himself or not. He knows he should immediately get out of here before his students see him eavesdropping like an idiot, but strangely enough, he can't move his feet. He better leave these kids to have fun by themselves. He'll only ruin their vibe.

"What are you still doing? Go get your bag. The boys said they were also coming."

"I'm calling Mr. Park to tell him the good news," Baekhyun tells his classmate, " Also, I'm gonna ask for his permission."

"What permission? Why are you even telling that to our teacher now?"

"Yeah. Just leave the old man be and let him know tomorrow. He's probably heard the news by now anyway."

"But still, I should tell him I passed the exams! We promised to look at it together."

"Seriously, stop bothering him. Adults have busy lives, that's why they're so boring."

"You always stick close to Mr. Park, you know? What's so fun being with an old geezer anyway? Haha."

"Hey, don't talk about him like that! And he's not that old!"

"Baekhyun's probably sucking his dick or something. What, are you two really a thing now?"

"Shut up! You're so fucking annoying."

"Fine. I'm sorry, okay?"

"If you say a word against him, I'll kill you."

"Hey guys! Baekhyun's treating us today!"

"Woooh! Yeah!"

"Let's go to an internet cafe and play games after eating!"

Chanyeol quickly hides and turns away when Baekhyun is about to look in his direction. He scrambles with his phone and switches it into silent mode, seeing his lover's name calling and appearing on his screen. Leaving the classroom and walking away, he clears his throat first as he presses the answer button.

[Mr. Park! You finally picked up!]

Chanyeol can hear the loud chaos in the background, and he can tell Baekhyun is out in the hallways now. He goes back to his spot on the window where he can see the students leaving the school grounds.

[Sir, I passed the entrance exams! I called just to let you know!]

"Yeah, I know. The dean called me earlier. Congratulations. I was so busy that I didn't get to call you right away."

[It's okay~ I'm just so happy right now. I feel like crying! Hahaha! The guys won't stop praising me, it's weird.]

Chanyeol smiles, spotting a small Baekhyun walking with his friends with a phone in his ear. He has this huge smile on his face like how Chanyeol imagines him to look like.

"I knew you could do it. I've always believed in you. I'm so proud of you, really."

[Thank you, Sir! I wanna see you right now! Should we celebrate? Should I come over to your place?]

"Unfortunately, today's not the right time. I have tons of work to do. I'll probably even get home late."

[Oh... Is that so...]

Chanyeol can trace the sadness in Baekhyun's voice and it's making him feel guilty.

"Why don't you just hang out with your friends? Go to a karaoke place and treat them to dinner or something."

[Should I do that, then?]

"Yeah. We can just eat cake tomorrow or the next day when I'm not busy anymore."

[And we're gonna kiss and do sexy stuff too, right?]

Chanyeol shakes his head and laughs. He looks down to his feet and kicks an invisible rock on the floor.

"Of course, baby. That's already a given."

[Hehe, okay then! I can't wait!]

Taking a seat on his swivel chair, Chanyeol leans back and sways like a kid as he talks to Baekhyun on the phone.

"Text me when you get home. Don't stay out too late. Just in case it rains, call me right away and I'll pick you up wherever you are."

[No, you don't have to do that. I'll just grab a taxi. And you, too. Go home early before the school closes on you!]

"Hey, I can hear those jerks in the background talking. I'm just saying. Don't stick close to those hyena guys who have a crush on you. Especially that motherfucker who calls you baby, what's his name again... That one who looks like an ugly gangster..."

[Oh my god, you sound so jealous right now!]

"No, I'm not."

[Yes, you are.]

"No, I'm not."

[You sound angry!]

Chanyeol gets a pen and plays with it while staring at the ceiling and smiling ear-to-ear like a lovestruck teenager. Good thing there's no one around at this hour.

"Idiot, I said, I'm not jealous."

[And excuse me, Mr. Park? He's a classmate and also your student! You can't just curse at him like that!]

Chanyeol cackles softly.

"Well, guess what. I don't fucking care. Just get away from him."

[Or else?]

"Or else I'll give him a failing grade. I'll thrash his locker, too."

[Really! Hahaha. I can't believe this old man, seriously...]

"What, you don"t like me now?"

[I didn't say that! Hahaha. You sound so cute right now.]

"Stop it... I'm not cute."

[You are!]

"I'm becoming a bad teacher because of you."

[I still like you, though.]

"I know. And I'm just kidding."

[I know too, and I know you just miss me so much that you're going crazy, right?]

"Yeah, probably?"

Chanyeol hears shuffling noises and vehicles honking followed by Baekhyun's harboured breathing.

[Sir, we're crossing the road now. The guys are also telling me to walk faster. I'll talk to you later, okay?]

"Mm. Have fun."

[Bye~ I love you!]

Chanyeol looks round the obviously empty room before he cups his mouth and whispers to his phone:

"I love you, too."

Beep.

As soon as Chanyeol ends the call, silence fills the air again. What the hell. They just talked and he's missing Baekhyun's voice already. Maybe he shouldn't have lied that he was busy. Well, it's not technically a lie, but still, he can always make time for Baekhyun even when he's busy. After all, they ARE dating, and being in a relationship requires effort and time.

"I'm sure he'll enjoy himself with his friends more than being with me anyway."

A text suddenly pops in his notification.

'Your order from Sweet Pastry shop has been prepared! Will you opt for pick up or delivery?'

Chanyeol sighs and messes his own hair. Right. He forgot about the cake.

"Should I just eat the cake all by myself then?"

//

His phone screen has been quiet for almost five hours now, not that Chanyeol is waiting for a text or a call or anything like that. Papers to be graded, emails, household chores, he already finished them, so he's just lazing now in front of his TV and drinking beer by himself while taking glances at his phone.

Since when did he feel bored like this? And since when did his house feel so empty and dull?

Again, not that he's expecting Baekhyun to contact him or anything. Well. Maybe he's just a little worried about him. It's 10 o'clock in the evening and Baekhyun hasn't texted him ever since they talked on the phone. It's already late.

Bzzt.

Chanyeol stands up as fast as lightning and snatches his phone, reading Baekhyun's text.

'Mr. Park, I just got back, I got home pretty late. We had so much fun playing that I didn't notice the time. I'm really sorry for not contacting you. Good night and sleep well.'

Chanyeol lets out a sigh of relief. His thumbs are quick to type a message to reply.

You must be tired, right? Don't forget to change your clothes and take a shower |

He presses delete.

It's okay. I'm just glad you got home safely. Be mindful of the time when you go out and tell me exactly |

No. This sounds too possessive. Delete.

Why didn't you text me at least? I was waiting for your message but you didn't even send me a single dot |

No. This text seems angry. Delete.

Yeah. Good night.

Chanyeol presses send.

Putting his phone away, he plops on the couch and rests his arm on top of his forehead. He stares blankly at the lights as he recalls his past actions these days. Being all excited and happy like an idiot, saying and doing things he's never said and done before, feeling butterflies and getting anxious. It's not even the first time he's liking someone, yet it feels new and different. It must've been a long time since he felt this way, that is why he thinks of things too much.

He's been alone for such a long time that he already forgot how falling in love feels like.

"What the hell am I doing..."

The buzzing of the doorbell interrupts his thoughts, making him get up from the couch. Confused, he opens the door anyway just in case it was the landlord asking for some kimchi. He didn't bother to fix his jumbled hair nor put on a goddamned shirt. He's not expecting a visitor so why waste time to look good?

"Who is it at this hour..."

A sight of a smiling boy clad in a red coat and carrying a white box of cake welcomes him.

"Good evening, Mr. Park."

It's Baekhyun.

"Am I... still welcome?"

Chanyeol freezes and stares, like he doesn't know what else to say. Maybe a part of him is happy enough to make him tear up, because Baekhyun is here. In front of his house. Late at night. Just when he's all he can think about in his head right now.

To hell with looking like shit and being practically half-naked, half-sleepy and half-awake. He just wants to take Baekhyun in his arms, hug him right, kiss him, and feel his warmth.

"...Sir?"

Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun inside, slams the door shut, and pins him against the wall. Without saying anything, he kisses Baekhyun on the lips, full and hot, passionate and eager.

Ah.

He misses this feeling so much.

Baekhyun's eyes widen because of that, and so he drops the box of cake on the floor and closes his eyes, kissing Chanyeol in return. They make out on the front door; tasting each other's mouths until one of them is breathess and asking for more.

This is not the first time Baekhyun is coming to Mr. Park's apartment but THIS is the first time he's coming here uninvited. It's always Chanyeol who tells him beforehand to stay the night. Somehow, he should've said he was coming instead of sending him that text. But it's still endearing though, seeing how flustered,surprised, and desperate Mr. Park is.

Baekhyun pulls away in the middle of their kiss when Chanyeol lifts him, carrying him like he was a princess.

"You bought a cake?" Chanyeol whispers onto Baekhyun's neck as he takes him to the living room.

"Yeah..."

"I bought one, too."

Baekhyun spots a box on the counter.

"Were you waiting for me?"

Chanyeol shrugs.

"Kind of."

Smiling, Baekhyun takes the initiative to resume their heated kiss as they arrive at the couch. Sitting on Chanyeol's lap, he palms the front of Mr. Park's sweatpants and notices a bulge, indicating how excited he is.

"You're hard," Baekhyun mutters, taking Chanyeol's length in his hand and stroking it slowly, "I'll make you come."

"How about you?"

"I'm fine. I'm done blowing off some steam before coming here."

"Seriously..."

"You want it or not?"

"I want it."

Baekhyun smirks and continues moving his hand inside Chanyeol's pants that has Chanyeol nuzzling closer to him and biting his shoulder lightly at how amazing this sensation is. The way Baekhyun is flicking and moving his wrist up and down sends him to oblivion.

"Haaah. shit. Keep going... I'm close."

"Pfft. Already?"

"Don't laugh."

Chanyeol finds Baekhyun's neck so he can kiss it and leave a noticeable hickey. When Baekhyun faces him, they connect their lips again for another slow and gentle kiss. He smiles when Baekhyun wraps an arm around his neck to press deeper kisses on his mouth and jawline.

"You always make me feel good so I'm just returning the favor," Baekhyun whispers, finishing Chanyeol off by focusing extra hard on pleasuring the head, "Do you love it when I touch this part?"

"Yeah..."

"You look so sexy right now, Mr. Park."

"Mngh, it feels good... I'm gonna come..."

"You have tissues?"

Chanyeol gestures at the lowest drawer nearby so Baekhyun immediately grabs some before the man finishes and makes a mess on his hand. He hears Mr. Park grunt deeply, and then Chanyeol is releasing his load on the bunch of tissues. He cleans all the mess and throws the tissues away immediately once done.

"There we go. Finished!"

Chanueol plants a small kiss on Baekhyun's cheek, tucking his junior back into his underwear. He smiles faintly, resting his forehead on Baekhyun's chest as he embraces the male.

"Damn it, that's embarrassing. I came way too fast."

"But I do the same too, you know. Even more frequently than you."

The TV is still turned on and the cake Baekhyun bought was still left on the floor. Still in this cozy position, nobody dares to go anywhere. Chanyeol is too lazy to do anything after his high, so he just decides to lay his head down on Baekhyun's lap while the male plays with his hair from time to time.

"I thought you were about to sleep. Why did you still come here?" Chanyeol asks when he remembers, "It's already late. You didn't even tell me you were headed here."

"It's a holiday tomorrow, right? Plus, I feel bad not spending time with you to celebrate so I decided to come here and see you."

"Thanks for coming. Really."

"You're welcome."

"And congratulations again."

"I want a congratulatory kiss!"

"We're done kissing earlier."

"But still, a congratulatory kiss is different. Give me my kiss."

"Fine. Come closer."

Chanyeol gestures his hand so Baekhyun lowers his head down. Pouting, Baekhyun waits for their lips to touch.

Mwah.

"There."

Baekhyun is now satisfied. He grins.

"Haha. I figured you can be quite childish and immature, too."

Chanyeol peeks and blinks at him.

"Me? Why all of a sudden?"

"Nothing. I just noticed it. I like it when you show me new sides of you," Baekhyun says with a smile, looking fondly at Chanyeol who's cuddled on his lap. "When you put your guards down around me, I feel so much closer to you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I think I'm falling in love with you more as I learn new things about you everyday."

"Give me your hand," Chanyeol says, raising his hand so that Baekhyun can place his palm on it and lace their fingers together just like what they always do, "Since you told me things you like about me, I'll tell you mine."

"Okay..."

"I like it when you know when to fool around and when to get serious. I also see you can handle situations better than I do," Chayeol says, bringing Baekhyun's knuckles and pressing kisses on them, "I really admire you for that."

Baekhyun blinks fast and blushes.

"Stop. I feel awkward now..."

"Here's another secret. I'm already an adult and I'm much older than you. But guess what?"

"What?"

"Aside from paying my bills and going to work, I actually still have no idea what I'm doing with my life."

"Then I guess we're just the same."

They share one hearty laugh.

"No, we're not. You have college plans ahead of you. You still have lots of important stuff to do."

"Same as you. You have our wedding plans ahead of you. You still have lots of important stuff to do."

"Honestly, babe. I'm serious."

"I'm serious, too!"

"Damn it, I can't really win against you..."

Chanyeol covers his face.

"Noooo. Let me see your face."

"Don't want to."

Baekhyun tries to remove Chanyeol's arm covering half of his face. When he gets an opening, he attacks the man with a quick kiss on the lips. Chanyeol laughs.

"Here's one thing I hate, though."

"One thing you hate?" Baekhyun asks.

"Yeah. I hate it when I'm just like everybody else to you."

"Huh? What does that mean, Sir?"

Chanyeol clicks his tongue.

"That again."

"What is it?"

Baekhyun appears confused by that, and he's still about to ask what Chanyeol is supposed to mean when the man speaks again.

"Ever since my wife died and ever since I lived here by myself, it's been such a long time since I've heard someone say it out loud."

Chanyeol sits up straight and Baekhyun watches him, as if waiting for the next thing that he'll say. They rarely talk about this--no, actually, they never talked about the past, because Chanyeol won't bring it up as much as possible, so it surprises Baekhyun now hearing all of this from Mr. Park.

"Baekhyun."

"...yes?"

"Whenever it's just you and me talking like this, holding each other's hands and spending time together... And whenever the two of us are alone in our own little world... Even just once..."

As he says those words, the yearning look in Chanyeol's eyes, for a certain reason, sends Baekhyun's heart throbbing.

"Can you call me by my name?"

//

'Even just once... Can you call me by my name?'

Baekhyun has been staring at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror for about five minutes now. He's been practicing saying Chanyeol's name without stuttering and blushing ever since last night so today, he's definitely sure he'll be able to do it. Slapping his face, he tries again one more time.

"Alright, Baekhyun. You got this! Concentrate!"

He's planning on getting Mr. Park alone and asking him out on a date. It's his birthday on Saturday already, and Baekhyun guesses his older boyfriend probably doesn't know about it. The plan is, he'll tell Chanyeol it's his birthday then he'll suggest they visit the amusement park together. It'll be so much fun to spend his birthday with Chanyeol, riding the ferris wheel and eating cotton candies in broad daylight while holding hands.

That thought excites Baekhyun to the fullest.

"Ahem! Just casually say it like you always do. Come on, you can do it."

Baekhyun clears his throat and makes a serious face, imagining Chanyeol in front of him as he says his prepared lines.

"H-hey, Ch-Chanyeol..."

He flashes a crooked smile, staring at his reflection as thick silence fills the bathroom.

"Uhm. You know. It's my birthday in two days so let's have a date in the amusement park."

Awkward pause.

"So, yeah. You and I. On a date. Okay, Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun's cheeks slowly flushed pink, hearing how unnatural his voice is. He covers his face and squeals.

"AAAAAAH! OH MY GOD! I'm so embarrassed!"

Believe it or not, no matter how shameless he is, Baekhyun still knows how to feel embarrassed, especially when it comes to Mr. Park. But he doesn't care anymore now; he must successfully accomplish this mission today or else he'll spend his birthday alone just like last year, and he doesn't want that.

Sneaking into the empty hallways, Baekhyun hides behind the wall and spots Chanyeol heading to the science laboratory. Perfect. No one is around at this hour. He follows the teacher with quiet steps, careful not to get caught. Honestly, Baekhyun could just do this normally, text him and ask him to talk or something, but if Mr. Park finds out he cut classes again during P.E, he is gonna be reprimanded.

Chanyeol is about to enter the lab, so Baekhyun finally steps out to show himself. He takes a huge breath and yells:

"HEY, CHAN-"

"Mr. Park!"

Chanyeol turns around, hearing someone call him out of the blue.

"Thank god, you're here! Can you please help me carry these materials to the lab?"

Surprised by the sudden interruption, Baekhyun is able to hide himself quickly before Mr. Park can even see him loitering around the hallway during class hours.

"Yeah. Sure," Chanyeol kindly says with a smile, offering a hand to a female teacher struggling with some boxes and books. "Give them to me. These must be really heavy."

"Thank you. I carried them all the way from the first floor. I think my back hurts already."

"You should've asked for some students to help you."

"I don't wanna bother them just because I'm new here. And they look scary."

"Haha. It's not like that. They're actually not that scary if you get to know them better."

"Really? Maybe I should start being friendly with them now."

Baekhyun just stares.

Hah.

What's this unpleasant scene happening right before his very eyes?

"Thank you so much, really. I should buy you a meal for helping me out!"

"Oh, you don't have to. It's not a big deal anyway. Where should I put these?"

"No, I insist! You can place them on the table."

It's like Baekhyun's eyes are being bleached at this ungodly sight he is seeing. Why must he have to witness this right now?

And why is Chanyeol smiling like that towards that woman?

"I remember, it was you who showed me around the school when I first came here, Mr. Park. I owe you a lot so allow me to treat you to something delicious."

"Thanks for the offer but it's not really necessary. You don't have to buy me a meal."

"Then, then how about a sandwich? Do you like sandwiches?"

A sandwich? What the fuck? Baekhyun scowls and rolls his eyes, clenching his fist by his sides. Who the hell is this hoe flirting with Mr. Park as if she already knows him?

"The cafeteria gives free sandwiches to faculty members every Friday."

"Oh. Then how about some tea?"

"I don't drink tea."

Baekhyun snorts. Just look at how this bitch sticks close to Chanyeol and touches his arm? She's acting so desperate. How annoying!

"Right. It's that new foreigner teacher those idiots in my class keep talking about. She's not even that pretty," Baekhyun mutters to himself, shooting death glares at the new teacher who's very persistent asking Chanyeol to have lunch with her. "Stay away from my man."

The most unbearable two minutes of his life finally ends when Chanyeol has successfully declined the female teacher's invitation. But then, Baekhyun still hates the idea that some woman who came out of nowhere is suddenly lingering around Mr. Park. It's making his blood boil and his stomach churn in discomfort. Now he's lost the mood to talk to Chanyeol already, so he decides to just get back to his classroom with a huge grimace on his face.

*

"Good afternoon, everyoneee!"

Baekhyun's peaceful nap is interrupted by a chirpy high-pitched voice echoing inside the classroom. He lifts his head and peaks, seeing his classmates standing up to greet a visitor. They're all murmuring and whispering, probably talking about how they're seeing a refreshing face among all the men in this school.

Baekhyun squints his eyes. Oh. It's that female teacher from this morning.

"You can all sit down. Let me introduce myself!"

The teacher flips her hair and waves like she was some famous actress.

"Hi! I'm Ms. Roseann Park and I'll be your new English teacher starting today~ You can call me Ms. Rosé or Ms. Park, it's up to you. It's the end of the semester already but I hope we can still get along. Okay?"

The whole class mutters a "woah" altogether like uncultured swines. Baekhyun just keeps quiet, disinterested about the new teacher. For a certain reason, her long blonde hair and thick red lipstick annoy the shit out of him. It's too bright and distracting. Is that even allowed in this school?

"Oh! We have a new teacher!"

"Miss, you're so pretty!"

"Are you a foreigner?"

"How old are you, Ms. Rosé?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Are you and Mr. Park relatives!?"

The teacher looks flustered as she shakes her hands and head.

"No. We're not relatives! And I'm single right now but that's not included in our syllabus."

"She's single!"

"Where do you live, Miss?"

"Are you a model?"

"You look so beautiful!"

"What an angel!"

"Boys, please be quiet! I'm telling Mr. Park about this!"

Baekhyun sighs boredly, raising his feet and placing them on the empty chair in front of him. Please. He just wants to go home already and skip this class. He can't stand it anymore. Seeing Ms. Rosé in front of him just keeps reminding him of what happened in the hallway.

"Let's see..." The teacher scans the students, spotting a face which stands out among the class. "Oh! You, handsome one!"

Everybody looks at a dazed Baekhyun daydreaming and staring outside the window.

"What's that pretty boy's name?"

"Oh, him. That's Byun Baekhyun."

"He's the most troublesome student in this class, Ms. Rosé."

"Yeah. Even our homeroom teacher can't handle him."

"We just leave him alone most of the time. But he's actually smart, though."

Hearing his name, Baekhyun perks up and looks around him, noticing all eyes are on him again. "Me?" he points at himself, confused. "What is it?"

"Yes, you. Can you please put down your feet?" the teacher says, "You're not at home, young man."

"I get muscle cramps once in a while and my feet kinda hurt so-"

"I'm not buying it."

"But Mr. Park lets me do whatever I want-"

"Well, not in my class."

"Fine."

Baekhyun sits properly, glaring at the boys who are teasingly laughing at him. He mouths at them, "Don't laugh or else I'll punch you."

Ms. Rosé smiles, and Baekhyun despises it. He spent half of the time yawning, and half of the time doodling Chanyeol's name on his notebook rather than listening to Ms. Rose's discussion which Baekhyun already knows like a piece of cake. He's not a genius for no reason, not to brag.

Basically, he just doesn't like this teacher and that's it. Well. Maybe if she didn't flirt with Chanyeol in the first place, he would've liked her a little bit.

"Guys! Look, look!"

Baekhyun stops walking with a straw trapped in his mouth, sucking his chocolate drink. He spots some boys huddled at the balcony as if they were checking out something in the busy cafeteria below them.

"I knew it. They're dating! Mr. Park and Ms. Park!"

"Hah! I won the bet!"

"Oh, the Park-Park couple! They're so cute together."

"Let's take a picture of them. Hahaha."

Baekhyun stares, completely wide-eyed, seeing Chanyeol AND that woman, Ms. Rosé, at the table together by themselves. They look so lovey-dovey with their elbows touching as they sit close to each other like they have their own little world.

Since when did they get so chummy? Chanyeol also seems genuinely happy while he eats that sandwich, and boy.

They do look good together.

Baekhyun feels his heart break

"Do you think she's Mr. Park's girlfriend? The one he mentioned to us that day?"

"What, really?"

"They're wearing couple rings! I'm telling you!"

"Shit! You're right! I just noticed!"

"Maybe they're actually married? They have similar surnames!"

Baekhyun can only painstakingly watch a smiling Chanyeol from this position as though they were miles apart from each other. Compared to him, who's a guy and is practically just a kid, Ms. Rosé is an adult and she's a woman. The likes of her must be Chanyeol's ideal type.

Baekhyun can feel his chest getting heavy and sinking. He can't help thinking to himself:

'Mr. Park never smiled at me like that in public when we were together.'

"Baekhyun, where are you going?" his classmate calls, "Hey, Baekhyun!"

Baekhyun ignores him as he runs away where no one can see him. Perhaps it's very petty of him to cry because of this stupid reason, but he can't control his childish emotions. Yes, he's jealous and he feels insecure, so what? After all, he's not a grown-up yet, and maybe time will come that Mr. Park will get tired of him one day.

"You're so stupid. Why did you run," Baekhyun cusses himself, rubbing his swollen eyes. His chest feels like being stabbed and his head hurts. He just wants to go home and forget what he saw.

*

"So you're not gonna say anything?"

Chanyeol pulls a swivel chair and sits in front of Baekhyun who's been scowling ever since he got into the teachers' office. Class hours are over so it's time for them to have a heart-to-heart conversation. Baekhyun's been acting a bit off lately for a strange reason, and Chanyeol is not having any of these antics right now.

"I heard what happened yesterday. Did you really talk back to the new teacher?"

"Who told you that?"

"It doesn't matter. Tell me, did you do it or not?"

Baekhyun frowns harder, crossing his arms over his chest as he refuses to meet Chanyeol's eyes. He faces the wall and hugs his backpack.

"I'm not in the mood to talk. I just wanna go home."

"You're not leaving unless you tell me why you're suddenly behaving like this."

"I'm just tired."

"Then why won't you look at me? Are you mad at me?"

Baekhyun gives him a side glance.

"Was the sandwich delicious, SIR?"

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

What's this kid blabbering about out of the blue? And what's with the sarcastic tone of voice Baekhyun is using?

"I saw you eating a sandwich during lunchtime. Was it good? Did it suit your taste?"

Baekhyun is dead serious as he asks that question, meanwhile Chanyeol, on the other hand, looks very confused. He just stands up, shakes his head, and sighs.

"I have no idea what you're saying."

"I guess you also have no idea what day it is tomorrow?" Baekhyun asks back. Chanyeol glances at his calendar on top of his cluttered desk.

"It's Saturday, why?"

Baekhyun grits his teeth.

Hah. Of course, Chanyeol wouldn't know it's his birthday tomorrow. How could this man remember each of his student's birthdays anyway? He has a lot of things going on with his life, and probably finding out when his lover's birthday is would be only such a waste of time.

"Seriously, you have to tell me what's the matter with you... Did I do something wrong?" Chanyeol asks worriedly, "I'm no mind reader. I won't figure out what's going on inside your head unless you say it to me."

"I hate you," Baekhyun blurts out, shocking Chanyeol with the choice of words. "I'm out of here."

Chanyeol grabs his wrist to stop him before Baekhyun can even stand up and leave.

"Let go of my hand!"

"Really, now? Are you gonna be like this? You're acting so immature."

"Maybe I AM still immature!" Baekhyun screams aloud, "Maybe you hate me now, right?!"

"You're making no sense. Why would I hate you?"

"You ask yourself why! Get off me, old man!"

Chanyeol opens his mouth but no words come out. Baekhyun is staring at him with hurt and instant regret, and so Chanyeol releases his hand and says nothing. Just in time, outside the room, someone knocks on the door to interrupt them.

"Mr. Park?"

It's the new teacher Baekhyun least wants to see right now, and she's mouthing 'Meeting's starting, let's go' as she points at her watch. Chanyeol nods at Ms. Rosé and tells her he's coming after he deals with "this student."

This student. Is Baekhyun just a student?

"Please save a seat for me. I'll be done in a minute."

"Okay!"

Baekhyun tears his gaze away and yanks his hand. What is this. Why does he feel like he doesn't belong here?

"You stay here. We're going home together," Chanyeol says, pointing at Baekhyun like he was threatening him. "We're not yet done talking."

"Do you really have to go with that wench?"

"The teachers have to attend the meeting and I need to be there. And watch your language while you're at school. I won't tolerate that attitude."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes.

"How long do I have to wait?"

"An hour or so. If you're hungry, go get some snacks at the lounge. It's free."

"I'm not hungry. I just wanna get out of here. I'm taking a cab."

"No. I'm driving you home and that's final."

"I don't want to!"

"Don't test my patience, Byun Baekhyun. If you raise your voice at me again-"

"SO WHAT! YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" Baekhyun screams angrily, "I SAID I WANNA LEAVE ALREADY!"

Chanyeol stares.

Baekhyun glares back.

"Fuck, I said I don't wanna be here with you anymore. Just let me go."

"Did you just. Did you just curse at me right now?"

"Yeah! So what is it to you?"

"Haa... I can't believe this."

Composing himself and running his fingers through his hair, Chanyeol squeezes his eyes and lets out another tired sigh. Before anything else, he's still Baekhyun's teacher and this situation is causing him a terrible headache. A part of him wants to send Baekhyun into detention so he can reflect on disrespecting him, while another part of him just wants to understand his mood swings.

Nonetheless, he grabs his coat and picks up his phone, then he hands it to Baekhyun. He's gonna be late if he stays here any longer.

"Here. Play with this while I'm gone."

Baekhyun snorts out a bitter laugh. He can't believe he just heard that. Seriously? Does he look like a small kid to Chanyeol? A nephew he's babysitting?

"Wait for me and don't go anywhere."

Staring at Chanyeol's boring phone, Baekhyun hears the door click as the man leaves in a heartbeat. He double taps the screen and sees a picture of the earth.

He frowns, very unamused.

"Who still uses the default wallpaper."

*

When Chanyeol comes back from the meeting an hour later, Baekhyun is already gone. He looks around the office and yes, Baekhyun is nowhere in sight.

"Shit... He's really stubborn."

He finds his phone on the table with a note in Baekhyun's scrawly handwriting:

'Don't look for me.'

"What's this kid thinking?"

Gathering his things in haste with a phone in his ear, Chanyeol leaves the school premises and gets to his car as he waits for Baekhyun to pick up. It's the fifth ring already but still, no response. He tries one more time, connecting the call to bluetooth while he drives.

Fortunately, Baekhyun picks up on the third ring.

"Where are you?"

No answer. Just a white static noise in the background.

"Answer me. Are you home already?"

It's eight o'clock in the evening. It's not that late but it's considered pretty late for students to go around hanging in the streets, especially for seniors like Baekhyun. What's happening all of a sudden? Baekhyun's not like this before. Is this him going through a rebellious phase like what most teenagers do?

"Byun Baekhyun, I'm talking to you. I know you're there."

Silence.

Chanyeol sighs and massages his forehead.

"Babe... Look, I'm worried, so just," he calmly says, waiting for Baekhyun to speak, "Just tell me where you are, please?"

A pause.

Before Baekhyun finally answers.

[I'm at home.]

"Good," Chanyeol sighs in relief, "But I told you to wait for me. Why'd you leave first?"

[Because I was bored.]

"What?"

[You were taking so long with that meeting and I got bored so I left.]

The traffic lights turn red, so Chanyeol gently steps on the breaks as he waits for the people to cross the road. Also this way, he can clearly listen to what Baekhyun is saying on the other line.

[If you have nothing else to say Sir, I'm ending this call now.]

"Are you still mad?"

[What do you think.]

"I don't understand. What did I even do to you to get this angry with me?"

[I don't know. Go figure it out.]

"Fine... I'm sorry for whatever I did that might've upset you."

[Stop. I don't wanna hear it.]

"Come on, don't give me the cold shoulder anymore. I hate it when you treat me like this. It hurts my heart..."

[I don't care. I'm not listening to you.]

"Then should I come over? I'll stay the night at your place, then we'll watch TV and cuddle-"

[You're only dating me because you wanted to fuck me, right?]

Chanyeol pauses at that.

"What did you just say?"

[You only want me for my body.]

"What the f--that's not true! Where the hell did that come from?"

[I don't know! I just... I'm not in the mood to talk to you. That's it!]

"Okay? So you don't wanna spend time with me anymore?"

[Yeah. I just wanna be alone!]

"Oh, so it's fine if we're fighting like this instead of making up? Is this what you want?"

[You just don't understand how I feel!]

"How would I understand if you won't talk to me? I already told you I was sorry! What else do you still want me to say?"

[Why are you yelling at me!]

"Because you raised your voice at me first! Fuck it, this is getting nowhere. I'm coming over to your house right now!"

[No! I won't let you in. I'm hanging up!]

"Baekhyun! I'm still talking to y-"

Beep.

The call ends just like that.

"Haa. Damn it!"

'You were taking so long with that meeting so I got bored and I left.'

Ah. That must be it.

Chanyeol laughs dryly. This is so frustrating. He pulls over beside the street and grips the steering wheel hard.

"What should I do with you..."

Now he understands why. Are there any more explanations for Baekhyun's actions? Boredom. He's just bored, that's why he's getting mad and sensitive. Baekhyun must be realizing it's no longer fun being with him anymore, that's why he's becoming all cold and impulsive.

'I hate you. I don't care. I'm not in the mood to see you. I wanna be alone.'

Does Baekhyun really mean it when he said those words? Chanyeol wants to talk but Baekhyun won't even explain a thing. He ends up falling asleep that night with these thoughts in mind. He didn't even charge his phone as he also skips dinner, too physically and emotionally drained to even move.

The next morning, he wakes up to the blaring sound of his alarm clock. Still disoriented, he blindly searches for it and throws it to the floor. It goes silent for a while, but it's only short-lived as the doorbell ringing bothers him next. It's too early for this. He just wants to sleep in until 2pm and dream of Baekhyun.

When the buzzing doesn't stop for about three minutes, he finally decides to get up, wear a shirt, and answer the door.

"Ugh. Who is it..."

A woman comes into view carrying a bowl of jajangmyeon and a big smile so bright it's considered blinding.

"Hi, Mr. Park. Good morning! I'm your new neighbor! Coincidence, right? I just moved in here yesterday. Hope we get along well!"

*

This is the worst birthday ever.

Baekhyun doesn't need the whole class' birthday messages if the person he loves didn't even know it's his birthday today. Their class group chat is filled with 'Happy Birthday, Baekhyun!' since midnight, yet Mr. Park, who's supposed to be his BOYFRIEND, hasn't even seen them at least. Chanyeol didn't call him last night after he hung up. Not single text. No greeting. No anything.

Does Chanyeol even know how to open his phone? Or is he purposely ignoring him and not bothering to care?

[Happy 19th birthday, son! I love you!]

[Your Mom and I are sorry for not coming home again. You know how busy our work is. Tell me what you want and I'll buy it for you.]

"It's fine. I understand," Baekhyun mumbles sadly, facing his laptop where his parents are smiling at him in the video call, "And I don't really want anything for my birthday... I just wanna quietly celebrate it."

[Are you sure? How about a car? A brand new phone? Or do you want a puppy?]

[Honey, we can't buy Baekhyun a car yet. It's too dangerous!]

[Oh, right. Then what do you want, sweetie? Come on, just say it.]

Baekhyun peeks at his phone. Still no calls from Chanyeol.

"A cake."

Both parents look at each other.

[A cake? That's it?]

"A cake with Mr. Park holding it and him singing me a happy birthday song. That's all I want."

The adults' response is just a laugh, as if not taking their son seriously.

"But I guess it won't happen because he doesn't know it's my birthday today... And I'm too bull-headed to call him and tell him myself."

[You're still with that man? Baekhyun, how long are you gonna keep doing this...]

"Dad, I already told you, I'm not gonna break up with Mr. Park even if you beg me. Now if we're just gonna talk about that, I'm hanging up."

[It's not like that. I just don't wanna see you get hurt if you realize he's not really for you.]

Baekhyun says nothing. He just plays with the hem of his hoodie and sighs.

[Anyway! Enjoy your special day, baby. Go out and have fun with your friends, okay?]

"Okay, Mom. I will..."

[Hey. Please smile!]

Baekhyun forces a smile. "There."

Now it's all quiet after the call.

Nobody is with him aside from himself. Just like last year and the previous years.

"Happy... birthday to me."

It's too much of a big house for Baekhyun. He has all he needs here. Money. Food. Clothes. Gadgets. Everything.

But sadly, he has no family to spend his special day with.

No Mom and Dad. No Chanyeol.

"Heuk..." Baekhyun sobs, curling into the couch and hugs himself, crying on his knees. "I really hate myself... Huk... Why am I like this..."

He even got into an argument with Chanyeol just because of his own foolishness. He's such an asshole for picking a fight with him over something so trivial. Maybe he deserves this. To be alone. To be lonely. To be miserable.

The doorbell ringing pulls Baekhyun out of his self-wallowing. Thinking it might be Mr. Park who came to see him on his birthday, he immediately gets up and wipes his tears. He could be mad at Chanyeol but he admits he still misses him. He wants to see him, hug him,kiss him, and take back all those painful words he told him yesterday.

Running to the front door, he almost trips to his own feet as he answers the door bell.

"C-coming!"

It is to his huge dismay though, not seeing the person he's been expecting to see.

"Hey."

Baekhyun's facial expression quickly changes from bright to gloomy. Disappointed, he is about to slam the door shut at his classmate's face when the boy holds the door and blocks his foot on the entrance.

"Wait! I came all the way here to wish you a Happy birthday."

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Baekhyun crosses his arms and gives the guy an disinterested look.

"What do you want, Lee Taeyong?"

This is the classmate Chanyeol once said who had a crush on him. He's also the one who frequently teases him in class. He's absolutely annoying for the most part, but he's nice. Sort of.

"Let's hang out. I called the others."

"I'm not in the mood."

"But it's your birthday. We should celebrate. And here," the boy says, before pulling out something he's hiding behind his back. "I bought you a gift, so just come out of your house."

"You..." Narrowing his eyes, Baekhyun stares. "Do you actually like me?" He laughs out loud when Taeyong's whole face turns beet red. "No way! So you have feelings for me? For real?"

"W-what the hell? Shut up!"

"Woah. I can't believe this. Hahaha. So that's why you always annoy the shit outta me! You really want my attention that bad?"

"Now that you found out, just get out of your house. You look lonely."

"I'm not lonely."

"You have friends too, alright," Taeyong says, "I know you like Mr. Park but maybe you shouldn't always focus on him."

Baekhyun thinks for a short while. Taking a peek at his phone for the last time, he sighs. Maybe it's not a bad idea to come with him. Plus, it seems like Chanyeol won't contact him today. He must be also mad at him for hanging up on him like that yesterday.

"Fine. You brought your car?"

"Yeah! Hop in."

The drive is comfortable but it's not like what Baekhyun feels when he's in the car with Chanyeol. Why is he even thinking of that man anyway? Just forget about him today.

"Hey. Just so you know. I'm already in a relationship so don't get your hopes up," Baekhyun says bluntly while staring outside the window, "Sorry. Let's just stay friends."

"Pfft. You're still on with your fantasy with our homeroom teacher? Seriously, Stop. He's not even gay."

"Does that even matter?"

"Come on, he's already old! And what you're feeling towards Mr. Park is just a simple crush. It'll pass in no time."

"Look. Even if Mr. Park doesn't exist, I won't still go out with you. I just don't see you in a romantic way."

"Why not?"

"You're not my type and I don't like you enough to be my boyfriend. I just don't feel anything towards you, okay? I like Mr. Park and that's all that's important to me. So just give up and find someone else."

"Ouch, okay. I understand. You don't have to be that harsh."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes and laughs.

"It's good that we're clear here."

"So... Let's go grab some coffee at the cafe nearby? It's on me."

"Latte for me. Thanks."

As his friend gets them coffee, Baekhyun stays in the car waiting for any notifications, constantly locking and unlocking his phone just in case Chanyeol's call or text arrives.

"So you're not really gonna reach out to me? Don't you really care about me?"

Why is he like this? He's mad at Chanyeol yet he still misses that man. He wonders what could Chanyeol be doing right now? Is he still sleeping or is he working out? Is he eating? Taking a shower? Does Chanyeol already know it's his birthday and he's just pretending not to?

Or is he actually too busy to even contact him? Busy with what? Work?

With that woman?

Ring!

"Oh, shit."

Baekhyun almost gets a heart attack when his phone suddenly lights up, but then again, his disappointment is as fast as the speed of light, reading Lee Taeyong's name on the screen.

"What?" he mutters, super annoyed.

[I forgot my wallet. I think it slipped out of my back pocket.]

Baekhyun sees said wallet on the crook of the driver's seat.

"You know what, you're so dumb."

[Just bring it here! I'm stuck at the cashier!]

"Fine."

Getting out of the car and heading to the busy cafe, he comes to the rescue and saves his friend at the counter, thanking him for the free latte. The two of them are bound to the exit, with the door chimes clinging for the new customer entering the place.

"Good morning! Welcome to our coffee shop!"

Baekhyun freezes on his spot at what he is seeing right now.

"We have a new promo today, Sir! Would you like to try?"

It's Chanyeol.

Their eyes instantly meet as the both of them stop by the wide entrance--Baekhyun holding his take out coffee meanwhile Chanyeol, who looks like he just basically woke up, staring at him blankly.

"Hey! Mr. Park! Wait for me!"

Baekhyun lifts his gaze, seeing an approaching woman behind Mr. Park who has to be yet again, that new teacher, Ms. Rosé.

"I said, let's go in together! I want Americano for me."

What the fuck. Why does it have to be her again? This hurts like hell. Baekhyun can't explain this indescribable emotion settling in the pit of his stomach. Is this anger? Jealousy? Betrayal? Pain?

Why is she together with Chanyeol? Since when did they start seeing each other outside?

Ah. So that is why Mr. Park didn't contact him all night? Because he was with her?

"Oh, it's you! Baekhyun, right? Hi!" she greets, smiling in a friendly manner, "And you're with your classmate! What's your name again... Taejoon? Taeyang?" She claps when she remembers. "Ah! Taeyong!"

The boy bows at the teachers politely. "Good morning..." Then he scoots closer to Baekhyun and whispers, touching his arm and pulling him close. "Come on, let's get out of here. It's awkward to bump into your teachers outside the school.."

Chanyeol lowers his gaze, not missing any of that happening under his watch.

"Are you boys living around here? I just live closeby! Actually, I just moved to this district recently so..." Ms. Rosé says with a cheerful laugh, "Oh! And your homeroom teacher is just showing me around the area. Don't tell the whole school, okay? We don't want rumors going around abouts us, you know! Hahaha."

Enduring this extremely uncomfortable situation, Baekhyun decides to step back and bows at them as if he didn't hear and see anything.

"We'll get going. Good bye."

"You're leaving already? Wait, let's have some snacks first-"

Baekhyun storms out of the place with his friend following him, not bothering to look back at Chanyeol like the man doesn't exist.

"Oh, it's such a pity those kids already left," Ms. Rosè muses, "I could've treated them to some cookies or something! I guess it's just you and me now, Chanyeol-"

Chanyeol glares at the hand suddenly touching his arm.

"You're still here?"

"Huh? I thought we were having breakfast together!"

"I have no recollection of agreeing to that," Chanyeol mutters straightforwardly. He jerks his arm away, surprising the woman by his change of attitude, "Please don't touch me."

"Sorry. I didn't know you were that sensitive. Oh, well-"

"Why do you keep showing up in front of me?"

"Oh, that! I'm just-"

"Are you interested in me?"

"W-what?"

"Do you like me?"

Shocked and totally flustered, Ms. Rosé just stares at him. She isn't able to say a single word as though she was busted.

"Let me get this clear to you, Miss. It's fine with me if we interact at work, I'll deal with you professionally. But meeting you like this outside of school makes me uncomfortable, so please," Chanyeol coldy says, "Stop bothering me."

After he says that, Chanyeol immediately exits the coffee shop, leaving the woman flabbergasted and embarrassed.

"H-h-how dare this arrogant jerk!" Ms. Rosé screams, stomping her feet, "Ugh, so annoying!"

"You ready to go?"

Baekhyun is looking outside the window as he nods quietly. Taeyong sets the car on drive so that they can leave for their next destination, when a man out of the blue appears in front of the car. He barricades the way so the car won't leave.

"Baekhyun!"

Baekhyun straightens up, eyes wide, seeing Mr. Park standing outside in the middle of the parking lot and making a scene.

"Get out of the car. Now."

"I-I don't want to!" Baekhyun yells back, stuttering nervously, "Just-just leave me alone!"

Chanyeol then moves to the right side, to the passenger seat where Baekhyun is sitting. He knocks on the window hard, making the two students flinch. Poor boy Taeyong looks confused as hell, seeing what's happening beside him.

"Byun Baekhyun, open the door and come out right now."

Not knowing what to do, Baekhyun spares his classmate a worried glance yet he doesn't move on his spot. He shakes his head aggressively as he clutches the seatbelt on his chest.

"No!"

THUD! THUD!

"I said, get out of the fucking car!" Chanyeol yells angrily, "Or else I'll break this glass, you hear me?!"

Scrambling with the door and opening it hastily, Baekhyun has no chance to do anything anymore when Mr. Park grabs his wrist, tugging him out the car, and placing him beside him.

"You," Chanyeol blurts out, pertaining to Taeyong who looks scared for dear life like he was gonna piss himself, "I'm taking Baekhyun so just go home and stay out of this."

"Y-y-yes, Sir!" the boy replies in terror, and he's driving off fast along the pavement in less than a second.

Now Chanyeol and Baekhyun are finally alone.

Chanyeol looks at the male who's all dazed and out of it. Baekhyun seems half-angry and half-confused as to what has just happened. Did Mr. Park really do that? Like they were filming a drama or something?

"You're coming with me. Let's go."

Not budging, Baekhyun huffs and turns around. Hah. He almost forgot he was angry at this man.

"There's no way I'm coming with you."

Paying him no heed, Chanyeol yanks Baekhyun and drags him with him. There's no way he's gonna let this kid disappear out of his sight again.

"W-where are you taking me! Hey!" Baekhyun blurts out, weakly fighting Chanyeol's firm grasp around his wrist. He pulls away with all his might yet to no avail. Mr. Park is dragging him somewhere against his own consent, "I'm not coming with you, dumbass! Ahhh! Help!" He looks around him, not caring if people are already shooting them weird stares. "No! Let go of my hand, you idiot! Help! This man! H-he's kidnapping me! Aaaah!!! Don't do this to me! Aaaaah!"

Chanyeol stops walking.

Baekhyun stops walking, too.

Chanyeol steps closer.

Baekhyun steps back unsurely.

"W-what."

Then Chanyeol bends down, before he lifts Baekhyun in the air and places him on top of his shoulder like he was carrying a sack of rice.

"NO! W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!" Baekhyun shouts even louder, struggling like a fish, being all chaotic, kicking the air, and hitting Chanyeol's back. "PUT ME DOWNNNN!! I'm telling you! Let go of me! HELP!!!"

That doesn't even hurt, Chanyeol mutters in his mind, arriving at his car parked in the alley. He swiftly opens the door with one hand, throws Baekhyun in the front seat, hops in the driver's side, and starts the engine, so Baekhyun won't have the chance to escape and complain anymore.

Baekhyun groans, fixing his crumpled shirt. He glares sharply at Mr. Park through the rear view mirror.

Tch. Look at this bastard as if he didn't do anything wrong. The first thing Chanyeol even did after they saw each other was drive Taeyong away; he didn't even say he was sorry for anything. He still has no greeting for him. He even kidnapped him and carried him like he was some bag of potatoes. What kind of boyfriend is this?

Chanyeol, while driving, makes eye contact with Baekhyun in the mirror.

Internally panicking. Baekhyun quickly tears his gaze away.

Shit. Why does Chanyeol have to be still so fucking hot when he's mad!?

And why is Baekhyun's heart fluttering like crazy? Remember, he's still supposed to be angry with Chanyeol! Not until this man apologizes to him and explains himself, that is.

"Put on your seatbelt," Chanyeol says when they reach the highway, driving at an increased speed, so Baekhyun does what he was told.

Heavy silence falls in between them afterwards.

No one dares to speak, and so Baekhyun fiddles with his fingers on top of his lap, bearing this thick atmosphere.

Fuck. This is awkward.

"I wasn't with her."

Chanyeol never looks away from the road ahead of them as he says that.

"I went out to buy coffee this morning when she followed me. She happened to live close to my apartment but we didn't go together."

'Not that I am asking, but okay,' Baekhyun thinks to himself, pretending not to listen and care. He diverts his attention to the vehicles passing by while his left ear is open, lowkey anticipating for the next thing that Chanyeol says.

"And the sandwich."

Hearing the word, Baekhyun perks up. He side-eyes the driver and listens attentively.

"I wasn't alone with her at the cafeteria when I was eating a sandwich that day. There were five other teachers with us who were still getting food. I was trying to be polite so I didn't change tables despite feeling uncomfortable."

Blinking fast and fighting back the urge to tear up, Baekhyun feels like a huge load has been lifted off his chest.

"There's nothing going on between that woman and I. She's just a colleague. I barely even know her."

Baekhyun keeps his mouth silent and his eyes lowered, feeling embarrassed and guilty. Assuming things and overthinking before hearing the truth is indeed the worst thing to do.

So Chanyeol and Ms. Rosé were not hanging out together after all. He isn't friendly with her, either. What a relief.

"I've thought a lot about it all night and this is all I came up with. Is this the reason why you were acting so hostile towards me? Because you were jealous?"

Chanyeol gets zero reply from Baekhyun so he takes it as a yes.

"About last night. I didn't call you back even though I was frustrated and hurt because you said you didn't wanna talk to me. That you didn't want to listen to me. That you were not in the mood and you wanted to be alone. So I respected that. And I was..."

Chanyeol trails off and takes a huge breath like he was hesitating. He slows down driving, coming to a complete stop as they arrive at a peaceful place. It's a park adjacent to a lake connecting a river surrounded by cherry blossom trees.

"...I was scared that if an old man like me kept on bugging you, you might find me annoying and end up pushing me away," Chanyeol says, "I was afraid that you might end things with me if I couldn't make you happy anymore."

Baekhyun clenches his fists until his pants get crumpled and wrinkly. There are little droplets of water falling on his lap, and he realizes they're his tears already. Hearing Chanyeol's sentiments is breaking his heart into pieces; he wasn't prepared for all of this. Just because he was hurt doesn't mean he should also hurt the person he loves. He regrets what he did.

"You said you hated me."

No. Baekhyun shouldn't have said that. Why did he tell Chanyeol those painful words? He was mad that time but that shouldn't justify his actions. Now he resents himself even more. He doesn't deserve someone like Chanyeol.

"Did you really mean it? When you said you hated me?"

Baekhyun shakes his head slowly, and it's when he finally gains courage to speak:

"Why... w-why would I hate you..."

Then he looks up to Chanyeol as he cries sincerely.

"You're the only one I have by my side..."

Perhaps it's because of the cool breeze blowing with the wind and the quiet leaves rustling outside that Chanyeol can grasp this moment clearer. It's on the way Baekhyun's tears have flowed down his cheek that melts his heart, because yes.

They're just the same.

"You're the only one I have by my side, too."

They're just two lonely people who found happiness and comfort in each other.

"When I woke up this morning, I just remembered I didn't charge my phone. When I plugged it on, it was only then when I found out it was your birthday today."

Chanyeol leans closer, touching Baekhyun's face and wiping away his fresh tears using his thumb.

Baekhyun sniffles, and Chanyeol sadly smiles.

"Happy birthday, baby. And I'm sorry."

That's all Baekhyun has been yearning, and has been waiting to hear.

And so he wastes no time and comes into Chanyeol's arms, placing himself on his lap as he clings into him. He pulls the man into a tight embrace like there were hundreds of years worth of hugs they missed together. He hides his face on Chanyeol's neck and sobs with all his heart, crying and shaking like the poor child that he is.

"If there are things you wanna know and you're unsure about, just ask me," Chanyeol whispers, "Be honest with how you feel and me too, I'll always tell you everything." He presses closer and plants a kiss on Baekhyun's forehead. "I'm really sorry for hurting your feelings."

And just like that Baekhyun cries nonstop, finally pouring out the emotions he kept all by himself.

"No, it's me who should apologize... Sorry... Huk... I'm really sorry...! I didn't mean to yell at you... and curse at you... And say mean things to you... I'm so--huk!--rry... Please don't hate me... I'm sorry for being so immature... I promise not to do it again... Heuk... I love you... Please don't break up with me... I'm really sorry... I can't live without you anymore... I'm sorry, please forgive me... Huk..."

Baekhyun is sobbing, bawling his eyes out, and mumbling trails of apologies on Chanyeol's chest, soaking his shirt with his endless tears. He senses Chanyeol's hand touching his shoulders, warm and gentle, putting his heart at ease. The way Chanyeol is soothing his hair as he rubs his back comfortingly immediately sends away the negative emotions he felt yesterday. He doesn't care the least if he's choking on his own sobs now; what matters is that Chanyeol is here with him, and there is nothing he could ask for.

Without exchanging a single word, they stay in this cozy position--Chanyeol returning Baekhyun the hug as they sit inside the car within this calming silence. Baekhyun's hiccups and little sobs are the only sound they share, so Chanyeol hushes him softly, telling him that it's okay, that he's no longer upset anymore.

Baekhyun is really snuggly. Hugging him could be Chanyeol's most favorite hobby, that is why he is leaning back on the adjusted seat and closing his eyes to rest his mind. He breathes in Baekhyun's scent, relishing his warmth against his own, taking in the fact that their bodies are perfectly fitted for each other like puzzle pieces.

"Chanyeol..." Baekhyun says.

Hearing his name, Chanyeol prevents himself from breaking into a wide smile and showing his teeth. Instead he keeps his lips tightly closed, and hums.

"Mm?"

"Am I... am I already forgiven?" Baekhyun asks when his sobs finally die down. He peeks at his boyfriend's face, offering him a sullen look. "Do you accept my apology now?"

"Yeah," Chanyeol replies. He purses his lips to ask for a kiss, and so, like he's a kid, Baekhyun puckers his mouth and kisses Chanyeol with a smooch.

Mwah.

Then he goes back to leaning his head on Chanyeol's shoulder, eyes closed, and smiling brightly.

"How about me," Chanyeol follows, "Am I already forgiven?"

"Yeah..."

"You're not mad at me anymore?"

"Mm. Not anymore..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure..."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome..."

Baekhyun might be blunt, immature, and reckless most of the time, but he'll always have a soft spot in Chanyeol's heart. Baekhyun is practically the only reason why he still wakes up every morning. He is the most affectionate person he knows in the world. Just a simple smile and a single touch already makes Chanyeol swoon. How could he resist this sweet angel?

Wrapping his arms around Baekhyun, Chanyeol hugs him extra tight, feeling him relax and sigh inside his hold. The sound of Baekhyun's steady heartbeat relieves all his stress and worries. He wishes time would stop so they could stay like this forever.

"What do you wanna do for your birthday? Should we go to the movies and visit the amusement park together?" Chanyeol asks, Baekhyun just shakes his head.

"How about the beach? Then let's eat some seafood at the restaurant nearby. We could buy a cake, too."

Baekhyun shakes his head again, blinking slowly.

"You don't wanna do any of that?"

"No... I just wanna... stay close to you and sleep..."

Chanyeol chuckles.

"You just wanna cuddle and sleep on your birthday?"

"Yeah..."

"But why?"

"Because I didn't... sleep well last night..." Baekhyun mutters while he yawns like a cat, nuzzling his cheek on Chanyeol's broad comfy chest, "And I missed you so much... What if you disappear and..."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Can I just... If I could just... close my eyes... for a bit and..."

Chanyeol didn't hear any word after that.

"He fell asleep."

Looking around his car and having a sleeping Baekhyun who's slumped on top of him in the driver's seat, Chanyeol adjusts into a more comfortable position. Baekhyun must be really exhausted from crying. He can't believe this tiny body could cry so much. He can't also imagine how lonely Baekhyun must've been sleeping in his huge bedroom by himself. Baekhyun's still so young but he spends most of his time independently. He can't even tell the world they're together, and he had to deal with his emotions by himself.

Chanyeol feels heartbroken as he thinks how hard it was for Baekhyun to bear with it the whole time. He appears all loud and fierce at school but he's actually sensitive and emotional. Since Chanyeol is the adult one in the relationship, he should be the more understanding one between the two of them. Taking care of Baekhyun should be his number one priority from now on.

"I'll move you to the backseat so you can sleep properly."

Covered with his long coat, Chanyeol glances at Baekhyun who is peacefully sleeping in the backseat. He tries to drive as carefully as possible not to disturb his nap. He must quickly buy a cake and get him a birthday present before Baekhyun can wake up. There's no time to prepare for something special and fancy-- he'll just make up for it the next year, and definitely the next years to come.

"Yes. This design, please. It's a couple set."

Chanyeol waits for several minutes until the sales lady comes back with the 'gift' he chose for Baekhyun. It is nicely placed in a velvety box wrapped in an elegant ribbon with a card, 'Happy Birthday to the love of my life.' It's not as expensive as the watch and the ring Baekhyun gave him, but it's still worth a kidney. He'd be willing to spend more if he had only known Baekhyun's birthday in advance.

"Thank you," Chanyeol says with a proud smile before he leaves the store, a box of cake in his right hand, and a bunch of paper bags in his left hand. He practically just sneaked out to prepare for his lover's birthday at the last minute. He's such a terrible boyfriend. Don't be like him.

"I hope he's not awake yet."

Anyway, he glances at his watch while running to the elevator heading down the ground floor. He must hurry back to Baekhyun he left sleeping alone. Arriving at the parking lot, he spots his car and unlocks it, finding no one inside.

"Where is he?"

Anxious, he looks around the place filled with cars, obviously. Did Baekhyun escape again? Did he think the two of them making up was just a dream? Just in time when he's about to call Baekhyun's phone, he feels a pair of arms tackling his waist from behind, wrapping him in for a back hug.

"I just went to the bathroom," Baekhyun says, laughing at Chanyeol's tensed reaction.

Baekhyun hoops his head under Chanyeol's left arm, grinning coyly and smirking.

"You thought I already left? Panicking much?"

Chanyeol releases a relieved sigh, laughing.

"Fuck. You scared me."

"Hehe~"

Damn it. Look at how big and confident this little guy's smile is. As if he didn't burst into tears an hour ago. How could he change personalities that instant?

Baekhyun grins, peeking at the stuff Chanyeol is carrying.

"You bought me a cake?"

Chanyeol raises the box of cake, smiling shyly.

"Yeah, I did."

"Let's open it now. I'm excited!"

"Here?"

"Yeah. Here."

Cupping the flame with his hand, Chanyeol carefully lights up the two candles on top of the cake with a match he found in the car's compartment. He holds the cake while Baekhyun claps, squealing out a 'yay!' as soon as the wick of the candles are burnt.

It's not cramped and it's not that spacious either. Sitting in the backseat of the car, they both stare at each other for a while; Chanyeol waiting for Baekhyun to blow out the candles, while Baekhyun just smiling fondly and dreamily at him.

"You should sing me a Happy Birthday song," Baekhyun whispers, "If you do that, I'd be really really ha-"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY to youuu," Chanyeol suddenly sings without even letting Baekhyun finish his sentence. "Happy birthday to youuu~"

Baekhyun is laughing, grinning so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt. Why is Mr. Park so cute while singing with that deep voice of his? Even so, is he allowed to be this happy? He's seeing the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his entire life right in front of him.

His wish is coming true right now.

"Happy birthday, dear Baekhyun..."

Ah.

What the hell.

Baekhyun told himself he's not gonna cry again today.

"Happy birthday... To you," Chanyeol finishes the song with a heartfelt smile, holding the cake with lighted candles--just like how Baekhyun had wished him to be. "Come on. Make a wish."

Closing his eyes and quickly wiping his tears, Baekhyun recovers with a smile as he puts his palms together like he was praying. He takes a deep breath before uttering his wish.

"I wish to get married to Park Chanyeol in a church abroad when I turn 25 years old."

Chanyeol unconsciously smiles because of that.

"That's the first time I'm hearing that."

"Do you not like it?"

"I love it."

"Me, too.

Baekhyun pouts, blowing out air to extinguish the flames of his candles. Chanyeol claps for him, giving him a kiss on the cheek after that.

"Now that I think about it, I haven't asked you your real wish when we celebrated your birthday with the class," Baekhyun says, recalling that day when he gave his teacher a watch which he almost threw away because Chanyeol wouldn't accept it. "You just said you wanted us to pass the CSAT."

"Oh, I did?"

"Yeah. We weren't still dating that time yet! So I'm curious, what did you wish for at that time, Sir?"

Chanyeol thinks, massaging his chin.

"Hm."

"Come on, I'm really curious..." Baekhyun shakes Chanyeol's arm, acting cute. "Do you still remember what you wished for? Did you actually wish to have a girlfriend like what those idiots said?"

"Well, since you told me your wish, I guess telling you mine is just fair."

Chanyeol dips his index finger on the icing of the cake, tasting it. It's sweet, so he does it again while Baekhyun just waits for his next words.

"That day, I wished for my crush to notice me."

"What," Baekhyun blurts out, shooting Chanyeol a look of disbelief. "Pfft! Hahaha! Who are you kidding, old man? Just tell me the truth!"

Chanyeol leans closer so that their faces are just an inch away. Smirking, he whispers:

"I'm telling the truth."

Then he boops Baekhyun's nose with his finger covered with white icing.

"I've had a crush on you, idiot. You've been special to me ever since."

Hearing this abrupt confession, Baekhyun opens his mouth but no voice comes out.

"Why do you think would I kiss you at your front door if I wasn't interested in you in the first place?" Chanyeol asks, grinning teasingly at him, "Hm, Baekhyun?"

It's like Baekhyun's brain is malfunctioning at this moment, especially now that Chanyeol is offering him a smile so annoying he just wants to hit him for being so handsomely illegal.

"T-t-that's..." Baekhyun stutters like a broken tape as the scenes flash back in his mind like movie clips--Chanyeol coming to his house, tutoring him after class, then kissing him at his front door without a warning. That is when everything started.

He feels his entire body flush, same goes with his fragile heart pounding like crazy inside his chest.

"Aaargghhhhhh! Why would you tell it to me just now!" Baekhyun screams, aggressively hitting Chanyeol wherever he can reach. He feels embarrassed and frustrated he wants to die. "Fuck!!! If only I had known sooner, I could've already seduced you!!!"

"What, ouch-stop! Hahaha. The cake!"

"This is so annoying, seriously! Why am I so dense! I barely even felt it!"

"We're already together, what's still with the fuss?"

"Still! You should've made it more obvious! Like! Winking at me or something! Or buying me lunch!" Baekhyun yells angrily, wishing he could go back in time. Was he too busy having a crush on Mr. Park to notice that his crush has a crush on him, too? That's such a bummer! "All you did that time was ignore me, get mad at me in class, and put me on cleaning duty every day!"

Chanyeol laughs, "Heh. Guess I'm good at showing my affections towards you."

The cake Chanyeol is holding accidentally falls over on his lap because Baekhyun is squirming way too much. Gasping, Baekhyun tries to salvage it, yet he ends up shoving his whole hand into the cake, right on Chanyeol's pants, just on top of his dick.

Chanyeol stares.

Baekhyun holds his breath, staring down at Chanyeol's crotch covered with icing.

Silence ascends.

"Uhm-" Baekhyun blushes, "I-I'm sorry." He looks around the backseat for something to use to wipe his hand. "D-do you have some tissues?"

"Give me your hand."

Chanyeol takes Baekhyun's wrist covered with the icing and pulls him closer. Gently, he darts his tongue out to lick off the icing in a downright sensual way. He even engages intense eye contact with Baekhyun as he says that. Not yet done, he sucks on the tip of Baekhyun's fingers, lapping them all up, leaving no mess until they're clean, slick, and sticky.

"Sorry, I have no tissues," Chanyeol says unapologetically, smiling evilly. "But it tastes good, though."

"Oh, no," Baekhyun mutters in a flat tone, purposely shoving his clean hand on the cake to make more icing mess. He then smothers it on Chanyeol's mouth, sliding his caked hand on Chanyeol's neck and his clothed chest. "What to do, Mr. Park. You have a mess all over your body, too. Oh, no."

Baekhyun fake-gasps. Chanyeol can't even control his laugh.

"No way... I guess I have no choice but to clean it with my mouth then."

And then he jumps at Chanyeol's lap, birthday cake now forgotten at the side, as he hotly kisses him with tongue, tasting the sweetness of the icing on Chanyeol's mouth. Roaming his hand on Baekhyun's sexy thigh, Chanyeol's lips curl into smile within their torrid kiss. He leans away shortly to ask seductively:

"Wanna do it here, babe?"

Baekhyun's form of reply is a nod, followed by his mouth sucking a sweet spot on Chanyeol's neck speckled with the icing to make a hickey. He giggles excitedly.

"It's about time you finally asked."

//

After blowing out the candles for Baekhyun's birthday and having a mini celebration at Chanyeol's car, a tiny accident happened which involved the cake being shoved at Chanyeol's crotch. Instead of cleaning the mess, Baekhyun decided to create more mess by smothering his hand all over his boyfriend's icing-cover pants. It later results in them heatedly making out in the backseat of Chanyeol's car.

Chanyeol is not complaining about it though, while Baekhyun's just waiting for this to happen. Honestly, Chanyeol isn't a big fan of sweets in general, must be because of adulting, but nonetheless, he doesn't mind eating too much sugar if he would taste it directly on Baekhyun's body.

"Ahhh, Chany--hngh, wait..!"

"I said, bite it properly."

To keep it out of the way, Baekhyun clenches his teeth on the hem of his hoodie which Mr. Park made him bite. His saliva is constantly dripping on his jaw while both of his arms raised and pinned on the leather seats are already feeling exhausted. But he must endure this. After all, it feels amazing having his nipples sucked and nibbled by Chanyeol. The man's tongue is hot and slippery, twirling and licking all over his chest which is smothered by the icing from the cake they've messed with.

"Oh, my god... Hnghh... Don't--ah! Don't bite it too hard with your teeth..." Baekhyun moans in his sprawled out position at the backseat. His chest and tummy speckled with the icing are exposed much to Chanyeol's delight. He's practically being feasted like a dessert right now. "This... This is tiring... Let's stop it.. And just do something else..."

"Are you sure you hate it?"

"I-I don't know..."

"Well. You look like you're enjoying it, though," Chanyeol says with a cunning smile, peeking at Baekhyun's flushed face like he was not in the middle of sucking Baekhyun's already sore nipples, "See, your cock down here is having fun." Then he palms the growing bulge on Baekhyun's underwear. "Look. What's this?"

"That's...! It's because you were teasing me so much!"

"Really? How did I even tease you?"

"You were kissing me all over then stopping whenever you felt like it!"

"Sorry, my bad."

Baekhyun flinches, seeing with his own two eyes how Chanyeol frees his rock-hard erection out of his briefs. Giving Baekhyun's cute dick few lazy strokes, Chanyeol laughs as it reacts to his touches. It even twitches when he massages the moist tip using his thumb, rubbing it in a circular motion.

"Babe, watch closely. This is how you do a proper handjob."

Baekhyun's precum drips, and Chanyeol catches it, only to smear it around the head while servicing Baekhyun's cock with his hand. He curls his fist around his lover's dick, jerking it off nice and slow, sliding his palm against Baekhyun's erection up and down.

"Ooh, shit... Your hand... is so big...," Baekhyun says, chest heaving, fidgeting and twitching every three seconds, "That feels great. Keep going..."

"Yeah? You want it faster or slower?"

"F-faster, please..."

"Like this?"

"Oh, god. Yes..."

Observing Baekhyun's blissful reaction, Chanyeol continues to fap Baekhyun's cock, and to make it even more pleasurable, he pours love gel on the length until it's soaking wet. He also fondles his balls to stimulate him extra good.

"I'm curious, Baekhyun."

"About what..."

"About how you look while you think of me as you masturbate at home," Chanyeol says, grinning down at Baekhyun as he jacks him off, "You must be stroking your cock like this while moaning out my name, right?"

"N-no, I don't do that..." Baekhyun lies blatantly, "I'm not that desperate."

"Ugh, Mr. Park. Fuck me, please~ I want your cock inside me~ Hah. I bet you'd be screaming like that, wouldn't you?" Chanyeol whispers with an airy laugh, imitating Baekhyun's voice and increasing the speed of his hand around the male's cock, "Then you'd also touch your ass, putting a finger inside yourself because you're just too horny."

"No way, I don't do that! That's not me!" Baekhyun strongly denies, yet his sensitive body is saying otherwise. "Tch. Bastard..."

"Why are you lying? You told me before you jerk off ten times a week."

"That's too much! I only do it once..."

"Once a week?"

"No, once a day..."

"Pfft. How honest."

"Shut up..."

"Tell me, do you do it in the shower or in your bed?"

"I-I do it in the shower, you fucking son of a--MNGH! Ouch!"

SPANK!

"It's nice to be young, huh? You pretty little shit," Chanyeol smirks, giving Baekhyun's bubble butt a light slap. He gropes the reddening area afterwards, "Hey, don't cover your face. I wanna see your adorable reactions."

Baekhyun shakes his head fast, turning his body to the side.

"You're just gonna tease m--AAH!"

Spank!

"Look at me, Baekhyun."

"Don't spank my butt, seriously..."

"Why? Are you getting more turned on by this?" SPANK! "Or are you feeling embarrassed in front of your boyfriend?" Spank! "Which one is it?"

"Both---OOH! Shit! Stop... My ass hurts already..."

"That's right, your butt's turning all pink right now and it's so sexy. Can I take a bite?"

"You're crazy! Stop dirty talking, will you?!"

"Hahaha. How cute."

The naughty sounds his hand creates echo inside the car, making Chanyeol even more excited and horny. Plus, the lusty aura Baekhyun is serving him at this moment--gaze sexy, eyes half-lidded, and cheeks blushing--is such a fucking turn on. There's no way he won't get hard by this.

"Ugh, yeah... Just like that... More..." Baekhyun sighs, spreading his legs wider after Mr. Park strips him out of his clothes, so that he's now totally naked in contrast to Chanyeol who's still covered up. He senses a finger tracing and poking his virgin hole while Chanyeol continues to stroke him off. "Hnghh, Sir... Don't stop.. It feels so good..."

"You feel my finger right here?"

"Yeah--hngh! It-it, ah, tickles...."

"It tickles?"

"Mm, but just a little bit..."

"Damn, you look so beautiful right now," Chanyeol whispers as he goes down on Baekhyun, raising the other's smooth thighs up and placing them over his shoulders. Leaving kisses on Baekhyun's soft inner thighs and staring at the male who's dazed and flushed, he positions his mouth on top of Baekhyun's privates, "Don't move too much, alright?"

"W-what are you gonna--UNGH!!!"

Baekhyun quickly muffles his own scream at the unexpected sensation overcoming his body. There's no way this is happening right now. Even if he's already witnessing it and feeling it, he can't still believe that Chanyeol is sucking his dick, giving him a blowjob down below.

"You love it?" Chanyeol asks, pressing a kiss on Baekhyun's cock before putting it all inside his mouth, "Mmmh."

Fuck, this is super hot, especially when Chanyeol starts flattening his tongue on the shaft, licking and kissing it, before swallowing his whole cock again like he was eating a lollipop. It literally burns but in a good, addicting way.

"W-wait... This is--nghh!" Baekhyun whimpers, his hand finding support on his boyfriend's hair and pulling it forward, "Ah, Chanyeol... That's too deep..."

"You want me to stop?"

"No, just... Just keep going... Haaa... But do it slower..."

Shit. This is the first time Baekhyun is experiencing such pleasure, receiving this precious blowjob from Mr. Park who was just his teacher-crush before. Is this really happening? It's too good to be true.

Chanyeol pulls away briefly, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. He lets out a smug grin when Baekhyun flashes a disappointed reaction for being left hanging.

"I could do this all day, baby. I could even do this to you at school if you want."

Blushing even more, Baekhyun gets harder because of that. How could Chanyeol get sexier than this? It's way too erotic.

"Now I'm imagining it..."

Chanyeol laughs heartily. He'll definitely do that one day.

"We're not done yet. Spread your legs wider."

When Chanyeol said he wasn't done, this is what he meant.

"Relax and brace yourself."

"Why are you--AH!"

Baekhyun arches his back, eyes widening, feeling something wet flicking and sliding around his asshole. It's like he is being electrocuted whenever Chanyeol's tongue plunges in deeper and faster, tongue-fucking him raw. His eyes roll back to his skull when the man alternates with fingering and licking his butthole. It feels arousing that his entire body is convulsing from head to toe.

"Ugh, Mr. Park... Stop it already... It's dirty..."

"Just hold still, okay? And no, it's not dirty."

"Don't look... It's--ah! Not pretty..."

"Everything about you is pretty. I'm gonna stare at your hole for as long as I like."

The way Chanyeol's huge hands are spreading Baekhyun's butt cheeks as he delves in his mouth and slurps his tiny hole is just so breathtakingly intense. Why is Chanyeol so good with his tongue? This is the best that Baekhyun might pass out this instant. His knees are melting and his insides are tingling at every sensation.

"Oooh, fucking shit... That's enough... I-I can't take it anymore..."

"It's your birthday. You should enjoy everything I give you."

"But you didn't tell me you were gonna do that to my butt..."

"Your ass is so lovely. How can I just hold back and not taste it?"

"Pervert..."

Being manhandled while naked like this is already embarrassing, how much more having his tight hole rimmed and eaten in the backseat of a car at a secluded parking lot? This screams illegal on so many levels, but still, Baekhyun can't deny the fact that this feels so pleasurable he might come at any rate.

"It's all soft now but let's loosen you up some more," Chanyeol mutters, pertaining to Baekhyun's relaxed hole. He inserts two fingers gently, feeling around the tight heat and making Baekhyun gasp. He thrusts his fingers in and out, carefully stretching and scissoring him with the help of the lube, "Does it hurt when I touch here?"

"N-no... I'm fine..." Baekhyun mumbles, once in a while sighing and moaning when Chanyeol nudges his sensitive prostate. His eyes suddenly peek lower at Chanyeol's hard-on trapped inside his pants, "Uhm, Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"Are we... Are we gonna do it now?"

Chanyeol pauses. He looks at Baekhyun seriously.

"Do you want to?"

"I mean, I'm already nineteen so," Baekhyun shyly bites his bottom lip, "I think we can do it now. I think I'm finally ready to give myself to you. I wanna officially make love with you already..."

Chanyeol can't help smiling, hearing Baekhyun say that.

"I've told you before, haven't I? I'll only have sex with you when you're legal." He brushes Baekhyun's bangs fondly, "Don't worry. I can wait for another year. It's not like we're rushing things anyway."

"But still... I wanna make you feel good, too... You must be having a hard time controlling yourself everytime we do this..."

"I already feel good making you feel good, so it's okay."

"But, but I can take pain really well, if that's what you're worried about! Maybe I'll cry for a bit in the beginning. But when you're already thrusting inside me, I'll definitely not cry that much! I promise!"

"Hell, no. I don't wanna rip your ass and hurt you."

"My ass can be super elastic, I'm telling you! It stretches like a vagina while giving birth!"

"Oh my god, Byun Baekhyun..."

"Wanna see a proof? I saw it on pornhub-"

"Stop! You're making me laugh..."

"Then will you put in just the tip?"

"The tip?" Chanyeol laughs, "No. I won't."

"Even just the fucking tip isn't allowed!?" Baekhyun screams hysterically, "I could take in three fingers already and they're as thick as the tip of your cock! WHY CAN'T I HAVE JUST THE TIP!"

Chanyeol breaks into a fit of laughter as he holds his stomach.

"Fuck, you're-haha-driving me insane..."

"I'm the one who's getting insane here because you won't have sex with me!"

"Baekhyun. We won't be making love right now yet, and that's final. Understood?"

"You won't really fuck a minor? Even if it's ME?"

"No, babe. I will never fuck a minor, especially because it's YOU."

"But if you just put in the tip, it's not counted, right? I promise I'm not gonna annoy you anymore after this!"

"But-"

"Just the tip will do."

Chanyeol stares.

Baekhyun stares back.

Chanyeol sighs.

Baekhyun smiles.

Chanyeol thinks for a while.

Baekhyun smiles wider.

"...so?"

"Fine."

"Aaaaaah!!! Finally! HAHAHAHA! Yeees!" Baekhyun exclaims, celebrating on top of Chanyeol and bouncing like a spring. He helps Chanyeol unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, eyes literally sparkling at how big this cock is, "Oh my god... It's really huge."

"If I go all the way, don't blame me," Chanyeol whispers, stroking his aroused cock and putting a condom on it, "Ha, shit. I'm going to jail."

"Yeah, because you're a thief who stole my heart," Baekhyun giggles, smooching Chanyeol's lips to ease his worries. He allows the man to hover on top of his body while they passionately kiss, "Please enter me now."

"Hold on to me."

Baekhyun clenches his eyes while he waits, his nails digging on Chanyeol's biceps. He hugs Chanyeol and clings to his neck, honestly feeling nervous realizing the situation he's in. He's about to get fucked (but just the tip) right now.

"You're too tense. Relax a little." Chanyeol whispers, soothing Baekhyun's back lovingly as he positions the head of his hard cock towards Baekhyun's entrance. "Take a deep breath. Are you ready?"

"Just the tip, alright?"

"Yeah, just the tip. Then I'll take it out right after."

"Okay..."

"I'm going in."

Baekhyun suddenly leans away, tapping Chanyeol's back.

"WAIT."

Chanyeol stops.

"What?"

"I changed my mind."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm scared!"

Chanyeol groans, extremely annoyed.

"What the fuck, Baekhyun? All of this for nothing?"

"What should I do? I'm so nervous! I can't do this after all!"

"This isn't funny, okay. This is torture."

"Sorry. I'm just kidding," Baekhyun cackles, pressing a kiss on Chanyeol's cheek. "Go ahead."

Chanyeol rests his forehead on Baekhyun's chest as he laughs.

"Damn it, I'm gonna kill you..."

"Hehe~ Kill me with your love."

Baekhyun flinches when Chanyeol pours more lube around his hole, rubbing the muscle gently and stretching it wider. Pushing the tip of his cock carefully into Baekhyun's ass, Chanyeol notices Baekhyun tensing, so he holds the male's hand and laces their fingers together. He eases some more, just an inch, sticking it in, until he's already seated inside Baekhyun.

Finally.

It's in.

"Ah, fuck. This is crazy," Chanyeol curses, feeling this indescribable tight heat enveloping the tip of his cock. He stares down at this reality that is his manhood connected into Baekhyun's ass right now. It's in. He's actually inside him. He stays like that, holding himself back from just shoving his dick all the way. "Shit, babe. You're so tight..."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," Baekhyun mutters, breathing steadily, blinking fast, and tearing up silently. Chanyeol has just semi-fucked him right now, if that's what you call it, "It hurts so much... I think I'm gonna die..."

"How do you feel? You okay?"

"I-I feel so full..."

"It's so hot inside you... Can I start moving or should I pull out a bit?"

"No, no... I can take it like this... Just be gentle."

Chanyeol withdraws slowly, before thrusting his cock again just a few inches deeper but not all the way. Holding Baekhyun's thighs up, he moves his hips forward and pounds into Baekhyun with less force so he won't shove his whole cock inside him. He builds a steady pace, sliding in and pulling out his manhood gently, thrusting in a shallow manner until Baekhyun adjusts, relaxes, and feels more comfortable.

"Hngh.... I-it's painful..." Baekhyun cries, enduring the stretch on his lower half penetrating his ass. This feels so different than just having fingers. It hurts yet it feels pleasurable in a way he can't explain. "I can't anymore... I-I feel like I'm gonna poop..."

Chanyeol kisses his eyes, hushing him down to calm his nerves.

"You're not gonna poop. Don't worry."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Bear with it for a while, it'll start feeling good soon."

"It will?"

"Mm, it will."

"D-do it faster then..."

Touching Baekhyun's cock to distract him from the pain while softly kissing his neck, Chanyeol quickens his hand and jerks him off stronger. He penetrates several centimeters deeper, spreading his lover's butt until all of his cock has already been swallowed by Baekhyun's hole.

Shit.

"Ah, Park Chanyeol...!"

"What?"

Chanyeol is all the way in.

There's no turning back.

"You said just the tip!"

"That's the tip..."

Baekhyun fidgets and screams.

"Liar! You're all inside me!"

"Sorry, I didn't notice I was pushing all of it."

"Oh my fucking god! That hurts so much! Am I bleeding?!"

"You're not bleeding."

"Hah, thank god..."

Chanyeol laughs. Fuck it. He can't really deceive this guy. (And himself.)

"So... Should I pull out now?"

"No... Just stay inside me," Baekhyun whispers, hugging Chanyeol tighter and pushing his ass down for more, "It feels great... Mngh... Fuck me harder, please... I think I'm close..."

"You can come whenever you feel like it. I'm all right."

"I wanna kiss you..."

Cupping Chanyeol's face, Baekhyun connects their mouths together and kisses him on the lips breathlessly. His hand travels on the back of Chanyeol's head while they make out, fingers curling on the tip of Chanyeol's ear just to tweak it a little. Cradling Baekhyun up and changing their positions so that Baekhyun is now on top of him, Chanyeol helps him gain leverage to lift himself.

"Can you ride me?"

"I-I think so..."

Licking Baekhyun's bottom lip and sliding in his tongue to resume their kiss, Chanyeol supports Baekhyun's weight as the male experimentally sinks down into his length. Baekhyun holds the man's shoulders until he's perfectly slotted into his cock balls deep. Chanyeol has to clench his jaw and throw his head back, gripping Baekhyun's waist firmly when the male begins grinding his ass, raising himself up, then slamming his butt down again as he rides him sensually. Baekhyun does it one more time, literally driving Chanyeol crazy.

"Haaa, you're clamping around my cock... Do it faster... You're doing great."

"Y-you're so thick it hurts..." Baekhyun whines, pushing his ass back and forth on top of Chanyeol, allowing the man to penetrate his walls deep within. The tip nudges towards his belly every time he lowers his ass and withdraws, bouncing on Chanyeol's cock until he can't stop anymore. "Ah! Right there... It's really inside me... It's too big..."

"Careful, don't get so rough..."

"Please touch me more..."

"I got you. Keep moving like that, it feels so good..."

"Ooh, I'm gonna come..."

Chanyeol pulls away for a brief moment to stare at Baekhyun's pretty face, smiling sweetly, nudging their noses together, before claiming his lips once again for a slower, gentler kiss. He leans to his ear and says:

"I love you, Baekhyun."

"I love you, too..."

He feels Baekhyun spasm in his embrace not long, exploding his load around his fist and all over his own belly. Still buried inside Baekhyun, he milks his cock dry until the male can't come anymore.

"We did it," Baekhyun says, smiling ear-to-ear, "My ass feels sore but we still did it... I'm so happy."

Chanyeol sighs, cursing himself for eating his own words. What's with the 'I can wait for another year' and 'I'll only have sex with you when you're of legal age?' Bullshit! Someone's going to jail and it's Park Chanyeol.

"Yeah, we did. I'm screwed. Your Dad is definitely gonna kill me..."

"We're not yet done, though."

Baekhyun smirks seductively, sliding his butt out of Chanyeol's dick after he finishes orgasming. Now it's time to make Chanyeol come.

"Wait, what are you doi--"

He doesn't need to explain himself as he moves away, immediately getting down on the backseat to kneel in front of Chanyeol's leaking cock. Opening his jaw wide, he peels the condom off and sucks Chanyeol's manhood. He hollows his cheeks, jerking off the part his mouth can't reach. Bobbing his head, he deepthroats Chanyeol gradually, which has the man arriving closer to his edge. His head is going fuzzy, he can't think straight at how pleasurable this feels like.

"Ah, fucking shit," Chanyeol mutters in pleasure as he leans his back more comfortably, threading Baekhyun's sweaty hair through the spaces on his fingers. He caresses the male's cheek which is bulged with his cock inside. "I'm gonna come."

"Do it inside my mouth."

And with that, Chanyeol doesn't hold back and explodes his release into Baekhyun's parted lips, filling his mouth with his load. Baekhyun helps him jerk off his cock, spurting all of his cum as it drips on his hand like spilled milk. There is no such thing sexier than this view of Baekhyun's face speckled like cream pie. It's even hotter when Baekhyun sticks his tongue out, showing how he catches his semen before swallowing it down his throat.

"Yum," Baekhyun says, licking his lips as he finishes his 'meal', "Tastes weird!"

"Why did you swallow it, silly," Chanyeol chuckles, lifting Baekhyun up back into his lap so that he's sitting on top of him. He lays out his palm in front of Baekhyun's face. "Come on, spit it out."

"I drank it all already," Baekhyun confesses, showing his empty mouth. He giggles, closing one eye when Chanyeol suddenly kisses his cheek, peperring him with smooches down his neck and collarbones, "Stop it, pfft! Are you a cat... It tickles...!"

Getting some towels (which is actually available) Chanyeol cleans themselves up, helping Baekhyun get dressed into his crumpled clothes and giving him bottled water to drink. Thank god no one actually got near the car during their sexcapade or else it would be such a chaos. Seeing Baekhyun satisfied like this is happiness, although Chanyeol thinks he has just broken a promise to himself about not having sex with Baekhyun (he didn't actually go all the way at first though, but he entered his cock inside Baekhyun eventually and kept going, so what they did was basically intercourse, but you know what, fuck it, nevermind, who is he even kidding here, he and Baekhyun just had sex and it felt really good so that's it.)

"How's your butt? Does it hurt so bad?"

"Yeah... I think I won't be able to walk for a week."

Chanyeol pecks Baekhyun on the nose one last time.

"I'm sorry. Our first time shouldn't be like this. It's all hurried and out of place. You must be disappointed."

"I felt good and it was amazing so it's the best for me! And it's sex with the person I love so it's really really special," Baekhyun says, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's neck, "I'm actually so happy right now! I felt like we just had our honeymoon~"

"Let's do it properly next time."

"Mm, I can't wait."

The hair dryer whirring and the hand stroking his damp hair makes Baekhyun super sleepy. He has his right cheek slumped on Chanyeol's thigh, fighting the urge to close his eyes completely. Fresh straight out from the shower (he didn't do anything honestly, it was Mr. Park who washed him from head to toe), his hair is now being dried by Chanyeol in the living room.

"There. All done."

Chanyeol switches the hair dryer off once he's finished, leaving Baekhyun dozing off on the couch. He disappears for a while and comes back with the present he bought for Baekhyun, hiding it behind his back.

He boops Baekhyun's nose to wake him up as he smiles down at him.

"Happy birthday, my love. Congratulations on losing your virginity."

That is only when Baekhyun realizes he fell asleep for ten seconds. Chanyeol helps him stand up as they sit together on the sofa, facing each other. Chanyeol secretly admires it though, how Baekhyun looks cute in his oversized clothing. Baekhyun looks like a cocoon or a burrito, there's nothing in between.

"You said you were not gonna fuck a minor," Baekhyun banters, "I'm calling the cops on you."

"You're not a minor anymore. Your international age is twenty, so technically, I didn't have sex with a minor."

"But we're in Korea."

Chanyeol shrugs.

"The world isn't just Korea."

Baekhyun grins. "Heh. Make sense." He bends his knees close to his chest, perching his chin on top of them as he looks at Chanyeol who's fumbling with something behind him.

"Are you hiding my birthday present behind your back, Mr. Park?"

"Yeah, I am."

"What is it?"

"Give me your hand."

Baekhyun outstretches his arm, letting Chanyeol hold his hand as he waits with bated breath. Aside from his parents, this is the first time he's receiving a gift from someone special. The way Chanyeol opens the box as it clacks shut makes Baekhyun's heart skip a beat, and he's watching closely how Mr. Park clasps the silver bracelet on his left wrist, so it also matches the ring on his finger. Staring at it, Chanyeol smiles contentedly. It suits Baekhyun's pretty hand, just like what he thought.

"Don't take this off or else I'll be sad," Chanyeol says, kissing Baekhyun's knuckles that has Baekhyun blushing. He caresses Baekhyun's fingers gently and locks their fingers together. "Look." Then he shows his other hand and reveals a similar bracelet but in bigger size. He wears it also to himself. "It's a couple set. I have mine, too."

"Oh my god..."

"Do you like it?"

Putting their wrists side by side, Baekhyun's face lights up, realizing that yes, it's indeed a couple bracelet. They really have matching bracelets!

"It's..." Baekhyun sniffles, happy tears starting to form in his eyes once again. He didn't expect Chanyeol would even remember it was his birthday today, let alone buy him a present. He's so happy he wants to jump and scream right now. "It's beautiful! Thank you! I'm gonna wear this forever! I will never ever take this bracelet off! Aaaahhhh! I love it so much!"

"Wait--haha, shit! You're heavy."

"No, I'm not! Let me kiss you! Mwah!"

Chanyeol catches Baekhyun when he jumps at him for a sudden kiss and a snuggle. He then hugs the male tight and pulls him down, placing him on top of his body while they both laze on the couch comfortably.

"I'm glad you loved my gift. I thought it wouldn't suit your taste."

"Why not? I love everything that comes from you!"

"Why did I think differently when you said that?"

Baekhyun squints his eyes.

"Tch. Pervert."

"You're the pervert one."

Staring at each other, they both share a laugh.

"Are you sure it's okay if I wear this at school?" Baekhyun asks, touching his new bracelet. Chanyeol holds him in place so he won't fall off above him, "I mean, wouldn't it be too suspicious if my classmates saw this? It's too obvious! We're both wearing the same accessories!"

"Let them suspect something. I don't really mind," Chanyeol replies, placing his arm behind his head while he looks up to the ceiling. "But those boys are all simpletons so I doubt they'll figure something out. And if they did, it's fine with me. That way we wouldn't have to hide our relationship anymore."

Baekhyun feels his heart melt because of Chanyeol's answer.

"You're not worried if you get fired?"

"Why would I get fired when I'm not doing anything wrong? Did I physically hurt you?"

Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Did I threaten you or force you into doing something you don't like?"

He shakes his head again.

"Did I sexually harass you?"

"No... Never!"

"Right. So don't worry about it," Chanyeol pinches Baekhyun's nose, "And remember what I told you before? I'll move to Seoul with you when you enter university, so I'll eventually look for another job anyway."

"Does that mean... you're not staying in this school anymore after I graduate?"

"Yeah. What's the reason for working here if you're not with me?"

"Aaaaah! Oh my god!"

"And once we find a new house together, of course, you'll help me with the bills so we can survive."

"But I don't know any work! I'll just ask Mom and Dad to send us money. I'm sure they'll support me no matter what."

"It's understandable when it comes to you because you're their son. But when it comes to me? No. And I won't accept any money from you and your parents. Besides, they still don't like me. We don't have their blessing yet."

"Your parents... won't probably like me either."

That makes Chanyeol pause,

"You were once married," Baekhyun mutters sadly, "You had a wife before and you were a normal guy. If your parents found out you were dating someone younger than you, and a boy, specifically, they'll probably won't like it, right?"

"You think so?"

"You see, my parents knew I liked boys ever since I was young. So right now, it's just a matter of convincing them to accept the fact that you're my boyfriend and you're gonna be their future son-in-law. I'm actually more worried for myself about how your family might think of me..."

Chanyeol breaks into a tiny smile. He didn't know Baekhyun would think of this situation. Sometimes, it still surprises him how mature this guy can be.

"Baekhyun, I'm thirty-eight years old. My parents are fine with whatever I wanna do with my life. I'm far old enough to decide things on my own. What matters to them right now is whether I'm living a comfortable life after the death of my wife, and yes, I'm living contentedly. Whoever I wanna be with, as long as I'm not sleeping alone in my bed anymore, my parents won't really mind at all. They're just glad knowing their widowed son has found someone special again. And that's you, babe. I'm living happily with you now."

"Y-you're making me cry, stop..."

"Pfft. Haven't you already cried enough for today? I'm surprised your tiny eyes still have tears left to cry."

"It's all your fault...!"

Baekhyun prevents himself from breaking into a wide smile while crying, yet he's doing a terrible job. Chanyeol has to kiss his eyes and rub his back so he'll feel better fast.

"Did you just... Did you just say you are living a happy and comfortable life with me?"

"Yeah. I did."

"And did you just say you were old enough?"

"What, you wanna see my birth certificate? You're not even twenty yet, but here I am, two years close to being forty. Let that sink in."

"I don't believe it! You still act like a child sometimes and you basically look twenty-eight years old!"

"Is that a compliment?"

"It is!"

Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows.

"Thanks for the compliment but when did I even act like a child?"

"Everyday!"

"Hey, I'm your teacher. How dare you say that to me?"

Baekhyun sticks his tongue out at him playfully.

"We're not in school so you're my boyfriend right now~"

"Tch. Fair enough."

Tilting his head to the side, Baekhyun rests his chin on Chanyeol's chest while he sways his feet behind him, listening to his boyfriend's calming heartbeat. He bears Chanyeol's intimate yet loving gaze trained at him, as if Chanyeol was telling him, 'This person right here belongs to none other than me.'

"What is it? You have something to ask me?"

"Do you remember that day you were sitting across from me, you said you'd do anything to make me yours and that you were thinking of the future with me in mind."

"Oh, that. Yes, of course! Why?"

"That moved my heart to be honest, and it made me realize that you were serious about your feelings for me," Chanyeol mutters, caressing Baekhyun's face and tucking a stray hair behind his ear, "So from now on, I'll do the same. You'll be a part of my decisions and everything I do. I'm not gonna hesitate and worry about tomorrow because I have you by my side."

Chanyeol strokes Baekhyun's face gently.

"Baekhyun, you probably heard me say this already but I'll say it again... If the time comes that you'll no longer have feelings for me because I'm old... And you change your mind because you're still young... I won't stay put. I won't let you go. I'll chase after you and win you back again. But if you push me away and tell me to stop because you already found someone else better, that's when I'll finally give up..."

Baekhyun shakes his head aggressively.

"No! That will never happen!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"There are lots of guys around my age who are interested in me yet I still chose to be with you. If I wanted someone that is not you, I should've gotten together with them already! Why waste my time with someone I don't love? And you said when I enter college, get older, and meet someone new, I'll probably change my mind, right? What makes it different from now anyway? Those people in the future, they're not you and they'll never be you so I won't look at them the same way I look at you! You think I'm an easy person? No way! I have very high standards--Park Chanyeol standards, rather! And let me get this clear, okay? I'm the only one who can decide about my feelings, not you, and not somebody else, and my heart is saying that this man right here is the only one for me. I already found the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with, and it's you, Park Chanyeol! ONLY YOU! SO JUST TRUST ME 100% BECAUSE I PROMISE TO STAY BY YOUR SIDE TILL DEATH DO US PART! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TO THE MOON AND BACK! I'LL ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE YOURS UNTIL THE END OF LIFETIME!!! PERIOD!!! SAVED!!! LOCKED! THROWS THE KEY!!!"

Baekhyun is even catching his breath as he finishes speaking and blurting all that stuff out, leaving Chanyeol flabbergasted, wide-eyed, and speechless.

So. You still have something left to say?"

Chanyeol shakes his head fast.

"Good," Baekhyun confidently hums, smirking.

Chanyeol hugs Baekhyun instead, squeezing him inside his arms as if he was cuddling a human-sized teddy bear. Baekhyun giggles, puckers his lips, and asks for a kiss, so Chanyeol brings their mouths into contact for a tummy-fluttering gentle kiss. They stay like this for the next couple of minutes, just kissing on the couch in the middle of the spacious living room. Pulling away to take a break and smile at each other, they kiss again afterwards, and again, and again, lips unhurried, breaths steady, and bodies flushed.

It's sweet, and tender, and warm, and soft. All those fuzzy adjectives are best to describe their kiss, as though there was nothing else that matters outside their world. Baekhyun seems to have no plans on stopping just yet, and so Chanyeol volunteers to cut it off, but he's kissing Baekhyun's forehead instead.

"You sure love kissing," Chanyeol whispers, "You kiss me like, a hundred times a day. You're so..." He laughs, not so sure what to call it. "Affectionate...? How can someone be this sweet?"

"Well, it's because kissing is my most favorite thing in the world. I mean, kissing YOU is! Not just kissing! That's completely different."

"Okay, I get it."

"Do you find it annoying? Am I being too clingy?"

"No, I find it endearing."

"I'm only like this towards you... I'm not usually touchy with my friends because I find it uncomfortable to do skinship with them. Just slinging an arm or handshakes are okay, but when they casually hug me? No. I hate it. I also hate it when they try to touch my neck so I just punch them in return."

"Yeah, I know. I'm always watching you. It's kinda cute when you get mad. "

"I'm always surrounded by boys. I'm getting sick of it!"

"Oh. So you want girls now? I bet you'd be popular with girls, too."

"Such a pity I'm not interested in them."

Chanyeol laughs. "Yeah, too bad."

"I'm curious about one thing, Sir."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Did it confuse you that I'm not a girl?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You've only liked girls before, right... I mean, you're not even gay."

"It doesn't matter to me whether you're a guy or a girl or an alien. I like you for who you are, and that's it. Besides, I'm too old to worry about things like that. I'm just thankful someone still likes me at this age."

"You're aging like fine wine, you know! You're hot!"

"Thanks, I guess," Chanyeol sneaks his hands behind him to grope his butt sticking out underneath his oversized shirt. "Now it's time for your massage. Let me heal your butt so you won't limp anymore while walking."

Baekhyun frowns.

"My waist huwtss, too..."

"Oh, your waist huwtss, too?" Chanyeol coos like he was talking to a toddler, "I'm so sorry about that... Where else does it hurt aside from my baby's waist?"

Baekhyun pouts, showing Chanyeol his delicate body.

"Here... My back, my chest, and my thighs..."

"Yeah? What happened?"

"They're all throbbing... My nipples are also swollen and it stings a lot when my shirt grinds on them..."

"Aww... Our poor Baekhyunnie," Chanyeol mutters, kissing Baekhyun's cheek affectionately. "Wanna go to the hospital and get some injections?"

Baekhyun glares and hits Chanyeol on the chest, making Chanyeol laugh even more.

"NO! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

//

Chanyeol has to look at the door several times just in case someone might come in. He already finished taking attendance for the first period and Baekhyun's seat is still left vacant. No one in class knows the reason why he's absent. Even as the boyfriend, Chanyeol has no idea either. Baekhyun was perfectly fine the other day, though. There's no text, no call this morning, so Chanyeol is starting to get worried. He needs to maintain a poker face during class hours not to appear anxious in front of his students.

The bell rings shortly. Chanyeol grabs his things on the desk without looking back, ignoring the students greeting him along the way. He still has three lectures to do for this day but it doesn't matter to him right now. When he's assured that Baekhyun is okay, he can deal with that later.

"Come on, please pick up..."

With a phone pressed on his ear, he runs in the hallway like he was chasing someone, arriving at the empty school grounds. Once he gets to the parking lot, he stays inside his car for a while, ready to drive off any moment as he tries to call Baekhyun one more time.

"His phone might be turned off..."

It's the sixth attempt already yet there's still no response, so Chanyeol decides to leave and see Baekhyun himself. Good thing there's no traffic at this hour so it only took him about ten minutes to get into Baekhyun's house.

Without hesitation, he keys in the passcode to the door and it unlocks with a beep. He quickly tosses his shoes at the front door and takes off his coat, calling his lover's name.

"Baekhyun! Are you home!?"

This house is literally a mansion, so his voice just echoes back to him. There's no trace of Baekhyun in the living room nor in the kitchen, and Chanyeol's heart races with every step he makes up the staircase.

"Baekhyun, it's me," he says, catching his breath as he rushes to the door of Baekhyun's bedroom, knocking on it, "Are you there? I'm coming in."

When he hears no reply, he twists the knob open and lets himself in. To his surprise, he finds Baekhyun lying unconscious on the floor wrapped in his thick blankets.

"Shit!"

Immediately, he scoops the male in his arms, carries him back to the bed, and shakes him lightly. He can feel the heat of Baekhyun's body as he hugs him close, untangling him from the sheets. Baekhyun is sweating furiously while his face is flushed red indicating his high fever. His hands and feet are cold but his forehead is burning hot, same goes with his neck and arms.

"Baekhyun, wake up... I'm here. Answer me, Baekhyun... Can you hear me?"

"...hmngh."

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?"

Baekhyun weakly opens his eyes, seeing Chanyeol's blurry face above him. The man is looking down at him with pure concern, and that is when Baekhyun remembers he is not feeling well. He was about to get dressed to school today when suddenly, he blacked out. He doesn't know what happened after that.

"...Mr. Park." Baekhyun whispers in a hoarse, inaudible voice. "Sorry if I'm late to school... And sorry if I... didn't call you..."

"No, you don't have to be sorry. And you don't need to go to school today. You're sick," Chanyeol says, brushing Baekhyun's sweaty hair through his fingers. "Should we go to the doctor? Let's get you admitted to the hospital."

Baekhyun shakes his head slowly.

"No. I'm fine... I'll just sleep this off... You can go back... to work now."

"There's no way I'm leaving you like this."

"But how about... your classes?"

Chanyeol sighs. "That's not important right now. I'll just call in sick so I can take care of you."

"I'm sorry... Because of me, you have to take a day off... "

"If I don't, I'll just die worrying instead. As long as I can see your face, it'll be fine."

Baekhyun blames the blushing of his cheeks on his fever.

"I'll make you some food and bring you medicine," Chanyeol says, comfortably helping him lay his head on the pillow and fix his blanket. "For now, you should change your clothes. You want me to help you?"

"N-no... I can do it by myself."

"Alright, then. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Baekhyun manages to chuckle because of that.

"Of course, I'll just stay here... Do you expect me to fly out of the window or something?"

Chanyeol shakes his head, smiling.

"Silly."

"Please hurry up..."

"Take some rest, I'll be quick."

Closing his eyes, Baekhyun's response is just a hum. His head is pulsating terribly and his eyes are stinging ever since he woke up this morning. But Chanyeol's forehead kiss eases the pain he's feeling, even just a little bit.

Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, Chanyeol begins cooking, chopping some veggies and ingredients he found in Baekhyun's kitchen. He mixes them into the broth beside the porridge he is heating up. He tastes the soup with a wooden ladle, nodding when he's satisfied. He also makes brunch for himself so he can join Baekhyun. While waiting for the food to cook, he slices some apples and oranges, brews honey tea, and grabs the pineapple juice sitting in the fridge Baekhyun won't bother drinking on normal days.

"This should be done."

After minutes of preparation, he turns off the induction cooktop and transfers the food in a plate together with the glass of water and bottle of paracetamol for Baekhyun. He puts everything on a tray, carefully carrying them up to Baekhyun's bedroom. He finds Baekhyun wearing a face mask and sleeping in his pajamas, and so Chanyeol wakes him up so he can fill his tummy before taking his medicine.

"Can you get up?"

Baekhyun nods as Chanyeol aids him from leaning back on the bed. The food is served in front of him like he was a prince, and he's forever grateful he has someone by his side right now, unlike those past years when he used to spend his sick days alone without his parents to look after him.

They share a comfortable silence while they eat; Baekhyun once in a while taking a sip of his water and Chanyeol wiping his mouth with a towel. Chanyeol measures Baekhyun's temperature, sticks a cooling pad on his forehead, and helps him drink his meds. He keeps the utensils away once done, and offers Baekhyun bite-sized fruits to snack on.

"I tend to have fevers during summer," Baekhyun says, "The heat must be getting to me quite bad..."

"How do you deal with it when you get sick? You're still young, you can't just be sleeping that off."

"Well, I'd just take fever reducers then it'd go away the next day on its own... But believe me, I could go to school even when I was sick before. Today's the first time I passed out. Probably because I haven't eaten anything last night..."

"What? Why didn't you eat anything? I told you not to starve yourself."

Chanyeol sounds mad when he said that and Baekhyun knows it's a bad thing to feel glad about it.

"Uhm... Actually, I gained a lot of weight ever since we... so I..."

"Ever since we...?"

"I-I mean, I don't know, I tend to eat too much because I'm always getting hungry after doing it with you," Baekhyun mumbles shyly, "It's all your fault..."

"It's not my fault that you're always hungry after sex."

"No! You don't understand! I need to go on a diet because my tummy is growing bigger now and it shows on my uniform..."

"It's like you're pregnant."

"Can I get pregnant?"

Chanyeol pauses. He purses his lips together and prevents the chuckle from coming out of his mouth.

"...no."

Baekhyun frowns, "You're laughing."

"I'm not laughing."

"You are."

"No, I'm not. Seriously. Don't diet. Just eat a lot of food. I'd rather see you gain weight than see you get sick like this," Chanyeol says. Baekhyun looks at the hand tenderly petting his arm with a cool towel while Chanyeol does it on his other hand as well. "Honestly, I'm a little mad..."

"Why...?"

"Your parents are doctors yet they can't even take care of you, their own son. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel worse. It's just, when I saw you collapsed on the floor when I got here, I couldn't help feeling upset."

"I was also upset before. I was just fifteen when I started living alone. It was hard at first, being all by myself. I'd cry when I miss my Mom and Dad. I'd get sad when there's no one who'd welcome me home. I'd feel worse especially when I fall sick without someone to take care of me," Baekhyun shrugs, "But now, not anymore. I got used to it already, and I understood my parents' job. They're working hard abroad so that I can study in a good school and live a comfortable life. Besides, you're already here for me anyway."

Baekhyun smiles at Chanyeol who's just staring at him. He reaches to him so that he can wound his arms around the man's neck, resting his head on his shoulder, giving him a hug.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Sir... I'm happy that you came. I won't have to spend this day alone..."

Fighting the urge to get emotional, Chanyeol fixes his gaze on the wall as Baekhyun embraces him. For a certain reason, the warmth of Baekhyun's fever has traveled into his chest and straight to his heart.

No. He should be the one saying this to Baekhyun:

I'm happy that you came into my life. I won't have to spend my years alone anymore.

"Oh! I shouldn't get near you. You might catch my cold."

It must be the resemblance of his situation with Baekhyun that draws him closer to this person. Probably, it's not a coincidence that they met in a school as a teacher and a student. It has to be God who gave him Baekhyun, so they could be each other's life companions from now on.

"Baekhyun."

"Hm?"

"Actually, I'm a little sleepy. Can I lay down next to you?"

Baekhyun is holding his breath as he lies frozen on the bed with Chanyeol cuddled beside him. He won't move an inch, he's just hugging his pillow, squeezing his eyes, and pretending to sleep.

"Hey. Why're you so stiff?" Chanyeol asks, poking Baekhyun's tense body. "Are you okay?"

Baekhyun glares at him, raising his guards up.

"You might get hard and end up making a move on me."

Chanyeol chokes on his saliva. "Excuse me?"

"I don't know. That might happen anytime."

"I'm not crazy. I won't touch you when you're sick like this."

"Still, I might be the one who'd pounce on you. I'm controlling myself..."

"Or it might be me?"

"Tch. I knew it."

Laughing, Chanyeol even scoots closer, not minding if Baekhyun's hot breath is fanning across his face. He even goes in level with his line of sight so they can engage eye contact and stare at each other.

"Do I look like a wild animal to you?"

Baekhyun cowers and squeaks, "Yes... A lion."

Chanyeol acts like he's clawing with his fingers, "Rawr."

"Oh, no. I'm scared~"

"You can relax, we're just gonna cuddle like normal. Besides, you'll get better quickly if you transfer your body heat to someone."

"According to who?"

"Science."

Baekhyun wonders if it actually has a scientific basis or it's just Chanyeol's own reasoning so they could touch each other. Nevertheless, Baekhyun doesn't care because he loves it anyway. Especially when Chanyeol gently rubs his back and plays with his hair as he whispers sweet nothings to his ear. It's relaxing and comforting.

Placing his hand on Chanyeol's waist, Baekhyun senses something pointy sticking out of the man's behind. He gropes Chanyeol's flat butt so he can remove that thing. Is that a pen or a stick?

"Babe, stop. It tickles..."

"You don't have an ass, Chanyeol. Stop dreaming."

"Rude."

"You got something behind you... What's this," Baekhyun pulls the pointy stuff out of Chanyeol's pocket. He laughs, realizing what it is. "A whiteboard marker in your back pocket?"

"Shit. No wonder it hurt when I was driving."

"You-pfft-have it all this time with you?"

"I think I forgot to take it out after my class was finished."

"You must be in a hurry to see me..."

"Uh-huh. I was worried as hell. Give me that."

Chanyeol grabs the marker from Baekhyun's small hand and uncaps the lid.

"Let's draw another mole on your face."

"No way. I already have too many moles on my face..."

"Your beauty marks are pretty. I love all of them," Chanyeol says as he cups Baekhyun's mochi cheek, concentrating on drawing a dot. "Stay still. Let's make it look like a ground pepper."

"Mr. Park, are you really an adult?"

"Same question I've been asking myself whenever I'm with you."

Baekhyun frowns while Mr. Park draws his "mole."

"There you go. MR. BEAN* Baekhyun."

(A/N: *Pun for Mr. Bean, the cartoon character who has a mole on his face, and Byun Baekhyun)

Baekhyun punches Chanyeol on the chest.

"Ew. Dad jokes!"

"Admit you love it."

"Okay. My turn."

"What are you gonna draw?"

"A mustache."

Chanyeol almost falls asleep because Baekhyun is taking too long sketching his "mustache". The male has to shake him twice so he can open his eyes.

"It's done."

"How do I look?"

"You look like Pringles."

"As long as I'm a good-looking Pringles, I'm completely fine with it."

"Hehe. It's cute."

"Really?" Chanyeol strokes his chin while Baekhyun watches him, focusing on his middle finger. "You should've drawn me a beard, too. I think it'll suit me... Don't you think so?"

"Sir?"

"Yeah?"

"This," Baekhyun says, clutching Chanyeol's middle finger with his fist and pulling it. "This LOEY tattoo..." Then he also soothes the numbers inked on Chanyeol's wrist as well as the monkey and guitar tattoos on his arm. "When did you get your tattoos?"

Chanyeol thinks for a brief moment, remembering what happened back then.

"Oh. I had them when I was in college."

Hearing the word college, Baekhyun's eyes twinkle with interest. He snuggles closer to Chanyeol and listens.

"Were you like, an artist when you were still a student? What made you decide to get tattoos?"

"No, I wasn't an artist. I was just an average guy who loved to study. I was pretty nerdy, I guess," Chanyeol chuckles, "I thought tattoos looked cool, so one day, after I got discharged from the military, I went to get tattoos out of curiosity. This monkey one was my first tattoo then the rest were history."

"Tell me more about yourself when you were in college! Were you popular with the girls?"

"No. I only dated a few back then."

"How many?"

"Uh, let's see... Four?"

"Four? There were four people before me?"

"Yeah."

"What few? That's too many!"

Chanyeol snickers at Baekhyun pouting cutely at him.

"It came with my old age. People come and people go."

"You're not that old, stop saying you're old. You speak like you were already fifty-six or something..."

"All right, let's pretend I'm still in my twenties."

"I'm curious. At what age did you lose your virginity? To whom?"

"Uh... When I was seventeen, I think. To my first ex-girlfriend."

"What was she like?"

"Well, she was my neighbor and she was older than me. She was a college student and she'd tutor me after class. I liked her because she was mature, so I asked her out and we started dating. But we broke up when she moved cities. I haven't heard from her since then."

"How about your second ex-girlfriend?"

"Oh, that bitch... She cheated on me with a much older dude so I dumped her. Then I found out that her new boyfriend got her pregnant. So they got married early and had a divorce a year later. I didn't know what happened to her after that."

"How about your third ex-girlfriend?"

"Hm... That one... I met her on a blind date. Our friends set us up because we were both single. We casually dated for a few months, then we split up because I didn't really feel anything towards her. Then she confessed to me that she actually liked girls and showed me her rainbow shirt she was wearing the whole time. That was awkward now that I remember..."

"What? Pfft! Your charms didn't work on her! Ahahaha!"

"Yeah. But it was fine, at least she became honest with herself."

"Then how about your fourth and last ex-girlfriend?"

"She was my wife."

"Oh, it was Mrs. Park..."

"Hey, are you sure you wanna keep hearing those kinds of stories when you're sick like this?"

"Come on, please continue..."

"What do you wanna know?"

"Everything. Now that I think about it, I don't really know much about you," Baekhyun says sadly, "I know you as Mr. Park, my teacher, but I only know a little about Chanyeol. What kind of man were you before? Your hobbies... Likes and dislikes? Your family? There are still lots of things I don't know about you."

"You can just ask me everytime. I'll answer them all."

Baekhyun lies on his side so that he and Chanyeol are facing each other.

"Then my question is, how did you and your late wife get together?"

Chanyeol's expression changes.

"I'm sorry, is that question not allowed?"

"No, it's alright. I'm gonna answer that."

"Was she nice?"

"Yeah. She's a literal angel."

"And pretty...?"

"Totally."

"Prettier than me?"

Chanyeol can't help laughing because of that.

"Baekhyun, I don't even know how to answer that."

Baekhyun sulks. "Just be honest."

"Fine. Let's just say she's the prettiest girl I've ever met in my life while you, Baekhyun, are the prettiest boy."

"But I'm... I'm much sexier, right? And hotter?"

"Sure. To me, you're the hottest and sexiest person alive."

"Alive?"

"Yeah. Coz my wife's already dead."

"Oh my god! You didn't just say that!"

Snickering, Chanyeol blocks himself when Baekhyun tries to hit him.

"You still want me to keep going or what?"

"Please continue."

"Okay. So we met at a job interview in a pharmaceutical company and we were hired on the same day. Although we were in different departments, we frequently saw each other on the subway. Because of that, we got closer and eventually fell in love. She was a kind and friendly person, and she was easy to get comfortable with."

"You said you dated her for seven years. That was... such a long time."

"Yeah. We got along fine. We understood each other a lot. We both had the same outlooks in life and our personalities matched well. Our families, too, had no problems with our relationship. Everything was perfect."

"At what age did you two get married?"

"We were twenty-nine. We didn't get married right away because we chose to prioritize our careers first. She was a field researcher while I worked in the lab. Oh, I wasn't a teacher yet at that time."

"I didn't know that! You must've been so handsome back then in a lab coat~"

"I looked basically the same as right now, though."

"I wish I was born in the same generation as you so that I could meet you..."

"If that really happened, we could've had met each other but not as lovers. Would you still want that?"

Baekhyun shakes his head, disagreeing.

"Anyway. She passed away a year after we got married," Chanyeol continues his story, "She was pregnant when the car accident happened, so I lost two people in my life that instant..."

Baekhyun opens his mouth to say something but he closes it again when he realizes there's nothing he can say to comfort Chanyeol.

"You know, I blamed myself before for her death. If only I was by her side, she didn't have to die. She didn't have to come to the hospital by herself for a check up. She could've been still alive if only I had come with her that day. All those regrets and what-if's, I was full of them. I resented myself for not being a good husband. I couldn't even protect the one I love."

"But it wasn't your fault... You've been a good husband to her, I'm sure of that. She was very lucky to have you..."

Chanyeol smiles sadly.

"After her loss, I was in complete darkness. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore. Our house felt lifeless and dull. The bed we used to share was cold and empty. A big part of me had a hole because I lost the woman I treasured the most. The future I created with my family was all shattered in a blink of an eye. She wouldn't come back to me anymore, no matter what I did, no matter how hard I prayed. I got depressed. I was hopeless, lonely, and broken. I grieved every single day. I even thought it would've been better if she had just taken me with her so my suffering would just come to an end."

The wetness of Baekhyun's cheeks is because of the tears that have fallen from his crying eyes, hearing Chanyeol tell him his heartbreaking past. Baekhyun sobs and hugs Chanyeol, as if today was the day it all happened, as if he was also sympathizing with Chanyeol's pain.

"A year after her death, my mother-in-law would come visit me. She'd bring food and talk to me. My sister would also drop by to cheer me up once in a while. My Mom and Dad would take my nephew and my niece to play with me. Some friends from work would call me to hang out with them during weekends. Gradually, I recovered and felt better. I got back to my feet little by little and started smiling again."

"That's good... That's a relief."

"Yeah, it was painful before but I've completely moved on now. I'm already healed and it's all thanks to you."

"Are you sure you're okay now?"

"Definitely. A hundred percent."

"You're not lonely anymore?"

"Why would I still be lonely when I already have you in my life?"

"Thank you... for being so strong."

"You're welcome."

Smiling, Chanyeol grabs some tissues from the bedside table, wiping away Baekhyun's tears and snot with them.

"So. Do you wanna know how I got into the teaching field?"

"Yeah... Please tell me the story behind that."

"Okay, so I used to look after my cousin's youngest son, right? He was four years old at that time. I'd babysit him after work and teach him how to write his name, but that little shit was so stubborn. He wouldn't listen to me. Instead of writing, he'd poke my eyes with a pencil. I'd get mad, obviously. We'd just fight all day and he'd cry to his Mommy. He even hated me for screaming at him. He said I was a monster."

Baekhyun surprises himself by laughing out loud. He must be insane for switching emotions instantly.

"But my competitive self would never lose to him. Not to a kid. So I went into a bookstore and looked for materials which had tips on how to teach children properly. Then I came across this educational book with an interesting cover. I ended up buying it and taking it home. I found it really challenging so I read it overnight, then I applied what I learned from the book to my nephew the next day."

"What happened?"

"He learned how to write his name and read english words in less than a month. And he has respected me since then."

"REALLY! Wow. That's amazing!"

"Then my cousin told me, 'You know what, you should quit your job and become a teacher instead.' And so I did. I left my current job to pursue a teaching career. I took a degree in education while working on my master's. My studies went pretty smoothly so fortunately, I passed the board exam and got my license. Took me a couple of years but the journey was worth it."

"I know it's already late but I wanna say I'm so proud of you," Baekhyun mutters, smiling brightly, "Congratulations."

Chanyeol smirks back in return.

"Thank you."

"How did you end up teaching in our school?"

"Well. It was the closest to my house so I applied there. Also because it was my safest option."

"Safest option?"

"Yeah. I thought that if I worked at a co-ed school, it'll only remind me of my memories with my late wife during our college days, so I took that out on the list, same with an all-girls school. So I chose an all-boys academy just to be safe."

"Just to be safe, huh?"

"Yeah. What a fucking idiot," Chanyeol laughs at the irony because after all, he ended up falling for someone who's a complete opposite of his deceased wife. This must be destiny, or fate. Crafted by God. "Guess I proved myself wrong when I met you."

Baekhyun's gaze softens, trying not to break into a really wide smile but still doing otherwise.

"I'm curious. What was your first impression of me?"

Chanyeol thinks, looking up to the ceiling as if he would find answers there.

"Hmm. When I saw you at the entrance ceremony, I thought, 'Ah, this student is gonna be such a headache in my class.' But it later changed into a 'That kid's not that bad.' and later 'Oh, he's actually smart.' But surprisingly, my thoughts turned into a 'Wait. He's kinda cute.' and before I know it, my head was just like, "Fuck it, I wanna kiss him."

Baekhyun hides his reddening face on his pillow, screaming at it.

"Kyaah! Shut up..."

"For the entire school year, you've been bothering me every single day saying you like me and you wanna marry me. How could I not get swayed by that?"

"My charms worked on you!"

"Yeah. I was completely bewitched."

Chanyeol fondly caresses Baekhyun's cheek before he pinches his scrunching nose.

"You're not even a woman, you're a guy. Not only you're my student, we also have a huge age difference. You're practically just a kid who used to follow me around. So why is it you? I don't really understand. There are lots of reasons why I shouldn't fall in love with you. But it just happened that there's one reason enough for me to cross the line and give in."

"...what is it?"

"It's because I saw myself in you. It made me want to stay by your side so you wouldn't feel alone like how I felt back then," Chanyeol says, melting Baekhyun's heart, "I want your presence around me. I want to protect you, at the same time, depend on you like how you depend on me. I want you to need me just like how I need you. I want to be there for you like how I became your strength. I want a new future with you, just like how you had created yours with me in mind. If this isn't love, then I don't know what it is."

"You... really do love me," Baekhyun sniffles, feeling overwhelmed, "I'm gonna return all your affection a trillion times harder. I promise you that!'

"Of course, I love you. You're my saving grace. Every single day, my feelings for you go deeper," Chanyeol sincerely says, "I love you more than you can ever imagine, Baekhyun. Always remember that."

"What if I drown in your love?"

"Are you scared?"

"Nope. I'll pull you with me so we can drown together in the ocean of love."

Staring at each other, they both share a hearty laugh. That was quite poetic. And cheesy. But honestly romantic.

"That reminds me, too. My first impression of you, Chanyeol. I can still clearly remember the first time I got to know you existed."

"Now I'm curious. Was it a good one?"

"Sadly, no...?"

"Oh, crap. I don't wanna hear it," Chanyeol covers his ears childishly, "Lalala."

"Wait, it's unfair! You should listen to what I'm about to say," Baekhyun pouts, "How would my fever go down if you were gonna be like this to me..."

"Then let's just stop..."

"..."

"Just kidding. Fine. Be brutally honest. I'll prepare myself."

"Alright, so it went like this!" Baekhyun excitedly says, "I first saw you when I was in freshman year. It was the class opening, my first day as a high school student. Since I was looking forward to being a high school student, I roamed around the campus by myself, but then I got lost and couldn't find the way back to my classroom... I was absent on the first day of class..."

Chanyeol laughs teasingly.

"I'm not even surprised."

"Instead of asking someone older to take me back to the freshman building, I just followed some students who are really tall. I ended up coming to the senior year building. It was where you hold all your classes."

"You were like a lost puppy. How cute."

"It wasn't cute, okay? It was scary that I almost cried!"

"Alright, so what happened to the tiny lost Baekhyun?"

"I was like, loitering in the hallway figuring out where to go, when I heard a really loud voice from one of the classrooms. I got curious so I peeked from the window outside. And guess who I saw?"

"Me?"

"That's right. I saw you for the very first time. And it was also the first time I was seeing a good-looking male teacher, because when I was in middle school, my teachers were mostly women. Well, there were a few men too, but they were already old so I didn't pay attention to them!"

"What was I doing when you first saw me?"

"You were getting mad! Like, you were so angry and it was so frightening! You were talking about your class not being responsible enough as seniors, and they all had their heads lowered while you were in front, raising your voice. I just stood there outside, frozen, and I thought to myself, 'Even though he has good looks, I don't want him to be my teacher. He's scary. There's no way that man's gonna be my teacher.' Then suddenly, you turned your head to where I was hiding and our eyes met, so I ran as fast as I could and escaped the building."

Chanyeol isn't able to contain his laughter anymore so he bursts out laughing until his stomach hurts.

"Hahaha! You must be traumatized. Poor Baekhyun."

"I was. Really! I didn't dare get near that building ever again. I kept thinking, what if that teacher remembered my face? Will he scold me? Everytime I thought of what happened, I'd get really scared. My heart would race and I'd get chills when my classmates would talk about you as Mr. Terror Park. They said you punish dumb students and torture them with lots of assignments."

"Wait, what? That's ridiculous! Didn't know I had a nickname like that?"

"Yeah. The students gave it before!"

"Okay, keep going... And for the record, that's not true."

"So everyday I passed by the gymnasium where a banner of your face was hung, I'd remind myself not to bump into you. I'd swear to myself to avoid crossing paths with you. But then one day, it happened."

"We bumped into each other?"

"Yeah. You don't probably remember but it was my most treasured memory of you," Baekhyun says dreamily. "It was lunchtime in the cafeteria. I was carrying my tray of food while looking down so I didn't see a teacher walking towards me. We clashed into each other so my food was thrashed to the ground. I kept apologizing. I was doomed, I'd probably get scolded. But then you told me it was fine and you brought me back to the counter. You took out your wallet, handed a bill to the lunch lady, and said, 'Make another meal for this boy.' I was shocked that you didn't get mad at me. You even bought me a box of strawberry milk. Then you looked at me and asked, 'What's your name?' But I was too flustered to even say anything. Then you patted my head and told me, 'Be careful next time.' You left after that while I just stared at your back for a long time. Then I thought to myself, 'Wow. That teacher is so cool...'"

The duration of Baekhyun speaking, Chanyeol is envisioning the scenario in his head with a huge smile on his face. He might not totally remember that exact moment, but he can feel it genuinely happened.

"The next day, I bragged to my classmates that Mr. Park, the so-called terror teacher, bought me lunch. I told them you were not scary, that you were actually nice. I went to your building because I wanted to thank you, but I wasn't able to get near you because you were always busy and surrounded with people. So I just watched you from afar and decided I'd just thank you next time if I had the chance."

"Oh. That was thoughtful."

"And because I was already aware of you, it turned out I'd frequently spot you wherever I go, even if my building was far away from yours. I'd often see you in the hallways or at the school grounds. I'd also see you outside the teachers' lounge and even in the library. I didn't notice my eyes had been following you, and that I was looking forward to seeing you everyday. It was like, a day wouldn't end without me having a glimpse of you. Looking at you became a daily habit for me. Like, I even came to memorize the colors and designs of the clothes you were wearing."

"Really? Every one of them?"

"Yeah. Every Monday, you'd wear white button-up polo shirt and skinny jeans. Tuesday, any black or gray tees then you'd put on specs. Wednesday, you'd come to school wearing patterns or a checkered shirt layered with a long coat. Then Thursday, you'd dress up more formally, like suits and turtlenecks. I figured you'd been attending seminars after class, that's why. Lastly, casual Fridays. You'd just throw on some pastel hoodies and a pair of loose sweatpants. That yellow pikachu one was my favorite, by the way."

Chanyeol stares, totally dumbfounded and mindblown. He didn't even remember what he had for breakfast and Baekhyun still remembers what he wore back then. What an impressive memory.

"You were quite a fashionista and I loved it," Baekhyun chuckles, "Anyway at first, I only thought of seeing you as a simple daily routine, like, greeting the school guard every morning? But it was good. Seeing your handsome face, I thought, brought me good vibes."

It's now Chanyeol's turn to grin like an idiot as he hugs the pillow close to his chest.

"Continue. I wanna hear more."

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip and smiles giddly.

"Since I was always watching you, I'd also come to discover new sides of you I haven't seen before. I'd see you picking up trash and helping the janitor when there was no one looking. I thought it was nice for a teacher to do that. Another time was when I ran an errand for the school nurse and I saw you in the science lab. You were coaching some students for an academic competition. You explained the answers to them really well, talked to them kindly, joked around with them, and looked after them one by one. You even bought them drinks and snacks. I was envious because the teacher in my grade wasn't like that to me. So that was when I told myself, 'It must be so nice to get tutored by Mr. Park. I want to be under his care when I become a senior. Aside from being caring, he's also an excellent and dedicated teacher so I'll definitely learn a lot from him.'"

Chanyeol covers his whole face and chuckles, hearing these lovely compliments.

"Damn it... You're making me blush."

Baekhyun laughs.

"Wanna hear more?"

"Sure. Go on."

"Ahem! Several weeks later, I'd notice you even more often. It was as if my vision had built-in Park Chanyeol radar, that from Monday to Friday I was attending school, my eyes would automatically scan the surroundings and spot you without fail. I'd get sad if I didn't see you and my mood would be sour the whole day. But if I heard your voice from somewhere and finally saw your face, I'd cheer up instantly. During the middle of the class, I'd spend most of my time daydreaming and staring at the window, thinking about you, wondering what you were doing at that time. Were you eating your snack? Were you teaching? Were you having a break? Just thinking about you brought me happiness, so I kinda admitted to myself that it probably only meant one thing..."

"And what is it?"

"That I already had a crush on you..."

Chanyeol looks at him softly.

"But it was just a secret I haven't told anyone about... I even made a private twitter account to post there how I saw you that day and what you were wearing. Whenever I was bored, I'd doodle your name on my desk and at the back of my notebook. Then every night before I sleep, I'd write love letters to you like you were gonna read them."

"Babe, that was really adorable... I knew you admired me but I didn't know you had this huge crush on me."

"I've had a MASSIVE crush on you, you know. Well, until now I still do!"

"So what happened next?"

"Then came my sophomore year. I turned sixteen and peacefully finished my first year in high school. I got transferred to the building the same as yours. My class occupied the first floor, while you held two classes on the third floor. I was really excited because finally, I'd be able to see you more often. And I was right. During break time, I'd see you come down the stairs and pass by my classroom. My seat was the closest to the door so I'd frequently see you dropping by the vending machine in front of my room. You'd buy a drink and greet back the students saying hello to you in the hallway. Then you'd pick up some trash if you see some lying around, and throw it in the garbage bin like you were shooting a basketball."

"Oh, I think I remember that...."

"So everyday, I'd always wait for you to arrive to the point that I even set an alarm at 9:45 to notify me if you were already about to come down. I was content and thankful watching you finish your soda like you were some beverage model. Then I realized while I was looking at your side profile as you drank that cola, that you really had a perfect body..."

"Took you long enough," Chanyeol says, yet his excitement is obvious as he waits for the next thing Baekhyun will say. He shakes Baekhyun's arm like a kid, "Come on, tell me already how you fell in love with me..."

"Wasn't it obvious? I have already fallen for you since then."

"No, I want the real exact moment."

"Oh my god, so impatient," Baekhyun rolls his eyes, laughing smugly, "So, yeah. It went on for weeks of me just observing you from a distance and doing nothing at all. I thought to myself, I envy those students who were greeting you. At least they were able to talk to you. So I decided why not do it also? I'd just greet Mr. Park casually like what others were doing."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Why would I get shy anyway? I was also a student in this school so it'd be okay to do that, right? I kept telling myself that but I never had the guts to actually do it."

"Hey, it wasn't that hard to greet a teacher. It's not like we're gonna yell at you or something."

"No! You don't understand! I even contemplated greeting you for days until I mustered enough courage to finally do it. So I decided to put my plan into action. It was a Monday. I waited for you to come down the stairs as usual. I even bought the soda you'd usually buy so that I could give it to you. I didn't know why I was so nervous but I couldn't help it... It was just a simple greeting, but it felt like my heart was gonna burst out of my chest... Then I heard your footsteps finally approaching. You were arriving at any second! My hands were shaking and my mind went totally blank. I was twisting and turning, thinking if I should just go back to my classroom. But it was too late, you were already in front of me!"

"Oh, shit. What happened next?"

"So I just panicked, closed my eyes, and blurted out, maybe a little louder than normal, 'G-GOOD MORNING, MR. PARK!' before I handed you the can of soda full of sweat from my hands. My voice even cracked at the end and I probably looked like an idiot, blushing as red as a tomato. Just when I thought you were only gonna walk past me, you paused. You took the drink from my hand and greeted me back with a friendly 'Morning' before you went on your way like usual."

Baekhyun lets out a relieved sigh after he tells the story, almost out of breath, feeling butterflies in his stomach once again, reminiscing about that moment. He rolls on the bed and squeals, remembering how happy he was that day.

"Kyaaah! I was really really happy! I thought I was gonna pass out! Our hands even touched a little and it was so warm. It happened so fast but it went slow-mo in my head. Seriously, there were rainbows and unicorns everywhere and I felt like floating... Ah, it was pure bliss, I'm telling you..."

Chanyeol's jaw is already hurting at how wide he is smiling ear-to-ear right now, watching Baekhyun spazz over him like a fangirl.

"That was the happiest day of my life back then... I had no idea how long I had been standing in the middle of the hallway with a big smile on my face, but I didn't care anymore... When I got back to class, I just gazed out of the window the rest of the day and finally proclaimed to myself: That's it, I've fallen madly, deeply in love with Mr. Park. I like that teacher in a romantic way and I wanna get to know him personally. I'd definity get close to him no matter what, and I'd do anything for him to notice me."

"You were so determined... I admire you for that."

"Uh-huh. And it didn't end with just that. Junior year was when I started trying to get my presence known to you. I'd always make sure you notice me in any way possible. This was when I actually gained more confidence. I was a lot more shameless than before! Since you and I were only a floor apart now, I'd visit your classroom just to personally greet you every morning. I'd walk behind you to the cafeteria and sit next to you during lunch. If I saw students getting near you, I'd drive them away! I didn't know if it was obvious, but I'd purposely bump into you and apologize each time that maybe you already found it annoying. Like a stalker, I'd follow you to all of your classes and call you out loud just to say you were so handsome that day."

"Yeah. I do remember you doing all that countless times."

"You see, I even befriended some seniors in your homeroom class so I could have a reason to hang out upstairs. During dismissal, I'd also volunteer to help teachers carry their stuff, just so I could have a glimpse of you in the teachers' office while you were getting ready to go home. Then I'd join the janitor in cleaning the parking lot so I could see you driving your car. Other times, I'd leave an apple on your desk or a cup of iced coffee, and I'd be so happy when I saw you taking them."

"I mean, who wouldn't want free food?"

"And then, when I couldn't see you during weekends, I went on my phone and liked all your posts on social media. I bombarded you with messages on Instagram even though I knew you wouldn't reply. Well, I actually had your phone number saved in my contacts, but I never called or texted you. That was the thing I didn't really do because I didn't wanna invade your privacy. So I just stared at your number and memorized it by heart. But guess what? Turned out it wasn't your number after all. It was the Principal's, and it was posted on the school website all along. I was so dumb!"

"Pfft. Haha! That was hilarious. I'm sorry for laughing."

"I put effort almost every day, but the only progress I was making was that you remembered my name and my face. I mean, there was nothing special about it. You treated me like one of your students and that was it. Of course, I was a little sad... But I told myself I would never give up. I'd see to it that at least before my junior year ended, you'd remember me more than just the kid who'd always follow you around."

Chanyeol laughs, shaking his head.

"Well. It did happen."

"Yeah. Do you remember how?"

"Of course. Why would I forget?"

"Well. What did I do?"

"It was White Day, last year. Our school had a celebration when some boys would dress up as girls for a beauty competition. And you had the nerve to join... Oh my god. My head is hurting now that I recall... While you were on stage, wearing makeup and dressed like a girl, you grabbed the mic, and told the whole audience..."

Baekhyun is grinning expectantly.

"Come on. What did I say?"

Chanyeol sighs, clearing his throat:

"Mr. Park Chanyeol! Sir! My name is Byun Baekhyun from Class 3-B! I like you a lot! This is me confessing my feelings for you! If you're still single, I'd love to go out on a date with you! Please be my boyfriend!"

Baekhyun cackles shamelessly while coughing like a dying whale in the process.

"Hahaha--cough! Haha-cough! Oh my god, you really remember!"

"Everybody was looking at me so I had to hide my face the whole time. Ah, seriously. That was so embarrassing..."

"Then at last, at the opening classes of my senior year, the day that I've been waiting for, I was finally in the same classroom together with you! You're now my homeroom teacher and I'm under your care~ You don't know how happy I was whenever you'd call my name during attendance every morning. You have no idea about the joys I felt in my heart every time our eyes would meet across the room. It was a dream come true, just being able to see you and talk to you every single day. So I didn't waste any moment to tell you how much I liked you. I continued to bug you so I could get more of your attention, even if that would mean I would cut classes sometimes. Well, I could get you alone anyway when you call me after class in your office to scold me, and it's the nicest feeling ever. It was all worth the wait and effort. Because finally, you're now my boyfriend, my man. You belong to me now. You, Park Chanyeol, are all mine and mine only! Hard work? Heh. Paid off."

Chanyeol is speechless as Baekhyun finishes his storytelling.

Baekhyun looks so proud of it, of course.

Chanyeol just laughs.

"I don't know what else to say aside from Good job and I love you, so I'll just kiss you instead."

Baekhyun giggles when Chanyeol affectionately smooches his cheek, kissing the corner of his eyes and the tip of his nose. Not satisfied, Chanyeol pulls down Baekhyun's face mask and attempts to kiss him on the lips, but Baekhyun is quick to cover his mouth so that Chanyeol can only kiss the back of his hand.

"No... What if you catch my cold?"

"I have a strong immune system, don't worry."

And so Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's wrist, pushing his hand away, before claiming his lips for a slow and tender kiss. Baekhyun breathes through his nose when Chanyeol kisses him deeper, placing his palm behind the man's neck. He allows his boyfriend to loom above him while he leads their kiss, sweet and passionate, hot and long. It brings a tingling sensation in Baekhyun's chest, like his tummy is doing a tiny backflip. He feels Chanyeol lean away seconds after, blinking down at him, swatting his fringe covering his droopy eyes.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Baekhyun hums, "I think so..."

"Let's check your temp. Your fever must've gone down a bit."

Getting the thermometer on the nightstand, Chanyeol scans Baekhyun's forehead with it, waiting for the short beep. 37.9 degree celsius. It's still pretty high but it's now lower compared to earlier. He hands Baekhyun water and tucks him under the blanket once the male is finished drinking.

"My throat still aches... And my head is throbbing..."

"It's because you talked so much today. You should get plenty of rest so you'll recover quickly."

"If I sleep, will you still be here when I open my eyes?" Baekhyun asks worriedly.

"Of course. I'll stay with you until you're completely fine. But if you're still feeling sick tomorrow, we'll have to set up an appointment with the doctor, okay?"

"Mkay..."

"Should I get you more blankets?"

"No, just please hug me... My body hurts and I feel cold..."

"Come here."

Spreading his arms open, Chanyeol envelopes Baekhyun into a cozy hug, squeezing him inside his embrace, and rubbing his back softly using his gentle hand. "My baby," he says with a sigh, kissing Baekhyun's temples, keeping him warm and secure, "Please get better soon so I can stop worrying... Please get well fast so you won't be in pain anymore..." He feels Baekhyun nodding on the crook of his neck, so he lays the male on his biceps while he continues to soothe Baekhyun's hair, uttering a prayer, "It'll be over soon... Just hang in there for a while... "

Baekhyun doesn't realize he's already falling asleep while Chanyeol cradles him. What causes him to stir up from his nap though, is Chanyeol's phone vibrating quietly on the bed side table. He senses the man shifting on the bed, reaching for his phone to answer the call.

"Hello...?" Baekhyun subtly opens one eye to peek at his boyfriend who's now getting up from the bed after pulling away from their cuddle. "Yes, Park Chanyeol speaking..."

He silently waits, staring at Chanyeol's back, facing away from him.

"...I'm feeling a bit under the weather so I went home. Oh, the worksheets... Yes. They were distributed yesterday and the students were already informed..."

It makes Baekhyun remember the time when he only used to watch this teacher's back from afar. Chanyeol was out of his reach. It was impossible to get close to him. But now...

"Please look after the classes while I'm gone... Yes, thank you so much, Ma'am... I'm sorry for the bother... I'll rest well today. Okay..."

Not anymore.

As Chanyeol finishes his phone call, Baekhyun quickly shuts his eyes and faces the wall, faking his sleep.

"I'll just turn this off..." he hears Chanyeol mutter to himself, followed by the silent clacking of Chanyeol's phone being hidden away somewhere. Then he senses the bed dipping due to Chanyeol's weight as the man returns back to lying on the space beside him. He feels Chanyeol's sturdy arms wrapping around his waist, hugging him from behind.

Baekhyun hides his smile and finally relaxes. Chanyeol chooses to stay and there's nothing he could ask for. He'll be always and forever thankful to have found love in the form of Park Chanyeolㅡ his saving grace.

//

Chanyeol waits until the clock strikes twelve, hearing the bell ring for class dismissal. Looking at his students answering their exam, he shoves his hand inside his pocket after glancing at his watch.

"All right, time's up. Pass your papers."

The boys hand over their papers one by one without causing too much fuss. Some are stretching, groaning, and talking to their seatmates, while others (including Baekhyun who has now completely recovered from his fever, thankfully) are hurriedly writing on their test papers before Mr. Park collects them.

"Fall in line alphabetically for your graduation rehearsals. Students in front will lead you to the multi-purpose hall," Chanyeol announces as he stacks the papers on the desk. Meanwhile, the boys begin finding their place on the line, "Avoid talking to your seatmates as soon as you get there. You know the Principal is always observing your actions. Turn off your phones and don't bring snacks. You can have your lunch after it's done so hold in your hunger for a while."

"Sir, can I bring water inside?"

"Yeah. But you can't go to the bathroom once the rehearsal starts."

Chanyeol counts the heads of his students lined up outside, noticing someone is missing. He checks the classroom but it's already clear and empty.

"Where's Baekhyun?" he asks, looking around for the short male just in case Baekhyun happens to be wandering around somewhere again.

"Here!" Baekhyun yells from the back, raising his hand and waving at Chanyeol.

"What are you doing there? Go back to your place."

"But Sir! My surname is Park!"

Hearing that, Chanyeol lowers his head, presses his lips together, and tries not to break into a big smile, covering his mouth with his hand. The guys who are listening just laugh altogether, not even surprised anymore at Baekhyun's daily dose of 'flirting' to their homeroom teacher.

'Yo! Give Mr. Park a break already!'

'Gay! Always gay!'

'Since when did your surname even change?'

"Shut up! I'm Park Baekhyun from now on!" Baekhyun screams shamelessly, "What are you gonna do about that!"

'Can we just leave Baekhyun behind, Sir?'

'I can't believe he's graduating with honors!'

"It's because I'm a genius, duh? And I'm basically Mr. Park's better half."

Chanyeol shakes his head, chuckling to himself. Ah, seriously. If only he could hit Baekhyun and kiss him at the same time right now, he did it already.

"See, our teacher likes it~" Baekhyun sing-songs, smiling at Chanyeol who's now coming towards him to capture him. "Ah, wait... My neck!"

"You're really such a headache," Chanyeol mutters, grabbing Baekhyun's shoulders and dragging him towards the start of the line to where he belongs. "You better behave inside, understand? You still have to recite your speech."

"Do I really have to give a speech...?"

"Yeah. You're representing our class."

"But I don't deserve it."

"You got the highest marks among everyone else, how come you don't deserve it?"

Baekhyun shakes his head, acting stubborn.

"Still, I don't wanna do it. Just give that task to someone else. It's too burdensome for me..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Slinging an arm around Baekhyun's shoulder, Chanyeol bends down and leans closer to Baekhyun's ear to whisper, his lips almost grazing the male's earlobe:

"I'll give you a reward if you do it..."

"I'LL DO IT!" Baekhyun jolts, screaming hysterically and making Chanyeol laugh. "I'll prepare the script right away."

"Good."

"So... what's my reward?"

"I'll treat you to lunch."

"But you always do that already..."

"You don't want it?"

"I want it!"

One moment, Chanyeol is just watching Baekhyun practice his lines behind the podium during rehearsals, then next, he's already seeing Baekhyun up on stage, wearing a blue toga and delivering his speech in the actual graduation ceremony.

Senior students are all gathered inside the multi-purpose hall together with the principal, faculty members, parents, and guardians. Applause arises after Baekhyun finishes his address, and then he steps down the platform and bows in front of the Principal as he receives his certificate.

"Congratulations," Chanyeol says when Baekhyun stops in front of him. It's like time has already gone by so fast; Baekhyun is now graduating high school together with the whole class Chanyeol supervised for the entire year. The pride he feels in his heart is overwhelming and it shows on the wide smile on his face. "I'm so proud of you, Baekhyun."

Baekhyun holds in his tears of joy to the best that he can. Instead he smiles brighty, clasps Chanyeol's palm with his two hands, and bows ninety-degrees as a form of gratitude and respect.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Sir. This is all because of you..."

"You're welcome. I'm so happy for you."

"Without you, I wouldn't be here..."

"It's not only me. You did your best, too."

Just when Chanyeol thought Baekhyun would finally release him after shaking his hand, he is wrong. Here, in front of many people watching and the cameras shuttering, Baekhyun even pulls Chanyeol down for a hug, clings on his neck, and jumps, wrapping his legs around the man's torso as if he was a monkey escaped in a zoo.

Chanyeol is shocked.

"Aaahhh! Finally! I'm done with high school!!! I'M FREEEE!!!" Baekhyun screams wildly, causing a scene amidst the peace of the graduation ceremony. He even shakes Chanyeol furiously, urging his teacher to carry him higher in the air like what male leads do in dramas. "Come on, Sir! Lift me up!"

Chanyeol doesn't move, frozen and stunned, having Baekhyun suddenly attacking him and sticking to him like a magnet. 'Fuck,' he mutters within gritted teeth, but he can only awkwardly smile while the Principal and the teachers shoot him judgmental stares of disbelief. He can't even hug Baekhyun back nor can he throw him away, so he just stands there like a statue, waiting for Baekhyun to get down on his own.

Finally noticing the uncomfortable and cricket-chirping, silence lingering inside the venue, Baekhyun looks around him and realizes the current situation he is in. He sees his classmates at their seats, covering their eyes and slapping their foreheads, feeling very embarrassed by his actions. Some students from the other class are laughing at him, while others are gossiping and taking pictures.

"Oh," Baekhyun mutters, immediately separating himself from Mr. Park. Why the hell is he acting so stupid? He totally forgot he isn't alone with Chanyeol right now! "I'm sorry!" He apologizes and bows, scurrying down the stage super quick that he even almost trips over his own feet.

Chanyeol manages to contain his laugh until the program comes to an end.

[Happy Graduation, son! Congratulations! We love you!]

A sullen smile makes its way on Baekhyun's face as he watches the video his parents sent him. As expected, they weren't able to come to Korea and attend the ceremony because of work, so to make amends, they just recorded a video of them both doing hearts as they say their congratulations to Baekhyun. Their graduation gift sent to their son's personal bank account is also a different story.

Sighing, Baekhyun keeps his phone in his pocket after watching the video a couple of times. He feels lonely at the same time envious of his classmates, watching them outside the hall take photos with their families and receive bouquets of flowers from their loved ones. If only Baekhyun had his Mom and Dad by his side, he would have felt complete on his graduation day. But what can he do? It can't be helped. He has to spend this special day alone again. Thank god Chanyeol is with him now. He has a guardian whom he can always count on.

Speaking of Chanyeol, where is he right now?

"Mr. Park? I saw him with the teachers but I think he's already done," a classmate tells Baekhyun, and then he points at their teacher who's busy shaking hands with people. "Oh, there he is."

Baekhyun's face lights up, seeing Chanyeol noticing them as the man now heads to their small huddle. Mr. Park smiles at their group, and Baekhyun tries his hardest not to appear excited. Damn, he forgot to mention. Chanyeol looks so gorgeous in his formal attire today. Baekhyun wishes he could get his man alone already.

'Sir! Come here!'

'Let's take some pictures, Mr. Park!'

'Yeah! Join us! I have a camera!''

"Sure. Where are the others?" Chanyeol asks casually, and he can feel Baekhyun beside him staring at him, boring a hole in his face, as if waiting to get noticed. "Oh, they're with their families... Let's just take pics with everyone here then."

'Everyone, gather up! Mr. Park is here!'

'Let me join the group photo!'

'Hey, call the guys! Our teacher's asking for a picture!'

"Are you done with the pleasantries?" Baekhyun asks in a volume which he and Chanyeol can only hear. His classmates are busy making a loud fuss in the background, "You don't need to go back there?"

"I wrapped things up with the guests so that I can stay with you," Chanyeol mutters in a whisper. He notices Baekhyun's the only one who isn't holding flowers among the boys, so he hands him the bouquet someone gave him on the way. "Here. For you. Congratulations again."

"Thank you~ Where'd you get them?"

"They're giving away free flowers to the teachers. I figured you might like some. Come closer for a second."

Chanyeol swats away the stray hair falling on Baekhyun's forehead, also fixing his hat in the process.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."

"No, I'm fine. But I feel stuffy wearing this toga..."

"Bear with it for a while... You can take it off later and change your shirt."

"You packed me extra clothes?"

"Yeah, they're in the car."

Some students turn to look at Baekhyun and Mr. Park who's having a secret conversation by themselves. Baekhyun has this huge goofy smile on his face while talking to Chanyeol.

"Oh, the flowers smell and look good."

"You look better, though."

"Pfft. Stop it..."

"No, seriously. You look pretty in your toga today. I couldn't take my eyes off you ever since earlier."

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, trying not to get swayed by Chanyeol's compliments. Hiding his glorious smile as he receives the flowers, he hugs the bouquet close to his chest and smells them. Meanwhile, his classmates are now shooting him meaningful stares, as if saying, 'Look at how happy this bitch is.'

"Hey, I thought we were gonna do a picture taking?" Chanyeol asks the boys, breaking the heavy aura. He presses beside Baekhyun and naturally wounds an arm around his shoulder, posing for the camera. "Let's all smile."

Baekhyun lets out his brightest rectangular smile, scooting extra near to Mr. Park as he also places his arm behind Chanyeol's waist, semi-hugging him. No one would notice, right?

'Hey, move a bit closer to the middle!'

'Take off your hats, they're blocking our faces!'

'Compress your bodies together. You all won't fit inside the frame.'

'I'm ready!'

'One, two, three. Say kimchi!'

"Kimchi," Baekhyun mutters, making a victory sign with his fingers. They take a couple more shots in different poses with Mr. Park; several classmates replacing who are leaving the group, but Chanyeol won't change places as he only sticks close to Baekhyun's side.

'Wow, this shot looks good. I'm gonna post it on Instagram.'

'Hey, tag me!'

'Oh, I'm gonna frame this! Give me a copy!'

"Excuse me. Can you take a picture of Baekhyun and I? Just us two?"

The one who is holding the camera, as well as the students who heard that, look at Chanyeol in absolute confusion like they had question marks in their eyes. Chanyeol waits expectantly, while Baekhyun squeals internally, feeling special.

"Is it okay?" Chanyeol asks again, just in case the student didn't hear him the first time. "Can you take a photo of us together?"

"U-uh. Sure, Sir! Please smile."

And then the boy brings the camera to his eyes and snaps a photo of their ever so handsome homeroom teacher, Mr. Park who's putting an arm on Baekhyun's shoulders all too familiarly. Baekhyun smiles radiantly, clutching the flowers Chanyeol gave him while he waits for the flash. He tilts his head slightly to the right so it'll look cuter and closer to his boyfriend. It's kind of awkward having these curious eyes focused on them right now, but he ignores it anyway.

"On my phone, too," Chanyeol says, handing his phone to the student after opening the camera app. "I need a nice keepsake." He goes back to his spot beside Baekhyun and smiles decently, lowering a little to match his lover's shorter height. "Alright, I'm ready."

"You want a picture of you and Byun Baekhyun again, Mr. Park?" the student hesitantly asks. "On your phone?"

"Yeah. Come on, make it quick."

Baekhyun's classmates begin to suspiciously look at each other and raise their eyebrows, as if asking, 'Hm. What kind of atmosphere is this?'

"Wait, we're not done yet. I need one on my phone, too!" Baekhyun exclaims, also giving his phone to his classmate like the kid instantly became their official photographer. "I'll set it as my wallpaper and my profile picture."

"No need. I'll just send you the copy. Stop troubling your classmates."

"But the quality's different when it's shot on an iPhone, though..."

"So you're saying that my phone has a lower image quality?"

"Uh-huh, it has lower storage, too."

"Must be my files. I have tons of them saved that I haven't deleted in months."

"You should change your phone. It's already old."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Just buy a new one then let's get couple phone cases!"

Mumbling to themselves and feeling like they don't exist, the students go away one by one, leaving Mr. Park and Baekhyun in their own world. Chanyeol looks around the empty grounds, completely baffled when it's just him and Baekhyun left alone.

"Wait, where did they go?"

Baekhyun is grinning and swaying his feet as his thumb swipes to the left, looking at his and Chanyeol's cute pictures in his gallery. He's taking too long deciding which one to set as his wallpaper because all the photos are nice. Chanyeol's at the teachers' office getting his stuff before they leave together, and Baekhyun's sitting at the bench outside, waiting for him to come out.

"Sorry it took a while. Let's go?"

Lifting his head up, Baekhyun sees Chanyeol who's now changed into his comfy casual clothes. The man smiles at him, looking accomplished for today yet exhausted. So, to give Chanyeol strength, Baekhyun spreads his arms apart and welcomes him, hugging him tight.

"You seem so worn out... Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'll doze off as soon as we get home..."

Not minding their height difference, Chanyeol rests his forehead on top of Baekhyun's shoulder, succumbing into his warm embrace. He feels Baekhyun placing his hand behind him, rubbing soothing circles on his back, bringing him comfort and relaxation.

"You barely slept a wink last night. You should rest..."

"It's because I was busy preparing for graduation. Thankfully it's now over."

"You did a good job, Chanyeol. Congratulations~"

"You, too."

Chanyeol doesn't bother to care if they're still outside, as long as he can close his eyes for a second and feel Baekhyun's touch. Besides, there aren't many people around so it's fine. They won't probably be seen like this. Come to think of it. He hasn't eaten anything since this morning. His stomach is grumbling of hunger.

"Babe, I'm hungry..."

"What should we eat for dinner?"

"Grilled pork belly and baby back ribs?"

"Mm, sounds good!"

Chanyeol leans away shortly to look at Baekhyun who's now currently pouting his lips at him. This guy's really insane for asking to be kissed when they're still at school, but nonetheless, Chanyeol obliges anyway. He bends down, cupping Baekhyun's face inside his hands and closing the distance separating their mouths. Gently, he smooches Baekhyun's lips two seconds long, before he is pulling away to look at him again.

"You want more?"

Baekhyun blinks and nods, so Chanyeol does it again, kissing Baekhyun fuller and deeper with all the affection that he has. Sliding in his tongue, he licks Baekhyun's bottom lip softly and kisses him hot, open-mouthed, and long. Standing on his toes, Baekhyun smiles and wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck, allowing his man to claim his mouth more passionately, kissing him until his breath is taken away.

And then that is when they hear a crunching sound of a water bottle, causing both of them to instantly release from their kiss.

"Oh my god."

"What... is the meaning of this..."

"Are the two of you a-actually...?"

Surprise flashes on their faces, just like how Baekhyun's classmates equally stare back at them, awestruck and dumbfounded, witnessing the kissing scene right before their eyes. The student who is gripping the water bottle drops it on the ground, speechless and mindblown.

"Mr. Park and Baekhyun are dating for real? Holy shit..."

"The fuck? I can't believe this..."

"My eyes.... my virgin eyes...!"

"Is this a prank..."

"Sir, did Baekhyun seduce you!?"

"W-what in the world... did I just witness..."

Chanyeol is out of words, feeling honestly embarrassed of being caught making out with Baekhyun red handed, so he just shrugs his shoulders and chuckles. He doesn't bother to deny it, though. Guess it can't be helped now.

"See! I told you guys already! Mr. Park is my boyfriend! It was just you who wouldn't take me seriously!" Baekhyun yells, blushing, stomping his feet like he was throwing a tantrum. "He also has feelings for me and we've been dating for months now! Tch, idiots..."

"What!? How? Why? There's no way..."

"So it's true... that you're Baekhyun's boyfriend, Mr. Park?"

"Hey Baekhyun, how could you do this to our teacher?"

"Sir, are you being threatened?"

"This is crazy, seriously!"

"Wait, where's the hidden camera!?"

Chanyeol can't stop laughing during the drive while Baekhyun is still sulking in the passenger seat beside him. Baekhyun can't move on from the fact that his classmates didn't even congratulate him for dating his dream guy. They said it was just clownery. What the hell.

"Why are you still upset? Isn't it a good thing that they already found out?" Chanyeol asks, snickering teasingly, "Plus, it's the last day of school anyway. You won't be able to meet them again."

"Yeah, but it still sucks... They're still in doubt after seeing us kissing like that! I mean, is it really hard to believe that you'd fall for me?"

"They must be just shocked, that's why."

"I hate them..."

"Why don't you check our group chat?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Just do it."

Curious, Baekhyun side-eyes Chanyeol who is just quietly smiling while driving. He fishes out his phone, startled by the amount of notifications popping in his screen incessantly. He taps the app, and his eyes literally widen, seeing all these chats being sent one by one filled with hearts and confetti emojis.

'Yoooo, congrats, Byun!!!!🎉 Didn't see this announcement coming! Virtual hugs!''

'Happy graduation to Mr. Park's baby! You now have all that you wished for!'

'lmao, legit thought this was a prank, but I'm so happy for you, my friend!'

'How could Mr. Park hide this so well? WTF Sir you got me there!'

'Like all this time they were seeing each other and i feel so stupid for being left in the dark??? btw best wishes!'

'OMG. I'm crying, you guys are together for real! Aaaaaa, my heart!'

'So this is why Baekhyun rejected me. Damn, i'm so jealous right now😭'

'Congratulations to Baekhyun and Mr. Park. Please live happily! 🎉'

'I fucking knew it, guys! It was so obvious, like they were always stealing glances at each other in class, lololol ❤'

'Damn, I'm so shocked. Didn't have a clue you two were secretly dating... ㅋㅋㅋㅋ'

'Congrats, Mr. Park! You won't die alone anymore, hahahaha JK'

'lucky me i saw them making out ㅋㅋㅋ'

'You don't have to apologize, Mr. Park! May your relationship stay stronger! Fighting!🥰'

'You're the man, Baekhyun! You deserve this after years of flirting. Hahaha!'

'Hah! Now it all makes sense why you two would always go home together!🤭'

Confused and overwhelmed, Baekhyun has his hands trembling while checking out the messages. Stopping reading halfway and getting teary-eyed, he turns to Chanyeol and asks:

"W-wait, what's happening...?"

Chanyeol just chuckles heartily.

"I just sent them our picture together and wrote some captions."

"Our picture together?"

"Yeah. The one we took with a timer?"

Scrolling upwards, Baekhyun finds his and Chanyeol's photo taken earlier sent by Chanyeol himself above these heartwarming messages.

'Sir, I'm so glad you two ended up with each other! Sending my full support to your relationship!😍''

'Proud class representative here!🤓'

'Mr. Park, your confession made me cry! Congrats to you and Baekhyun!😭'

'We caught them kissing in school this afternoon! Busted!!!'

'Really happy for you both!💖 Waiting for the grand wedding!''

'Mr. Park is so fucking whipped lmao, I thought it was just Baekhyun!'

'Who says true love doesn't exist!?! You're so perfect for each other!❤❤❤''

'So Byun wasn't trolling us!??? You guys dragged this all along until graduation???"'

'My whole life has been a fucking lie. Why didn't I even notice you were dating!?ㅠㅠ''

'Never thought Baekhyun could actually make our teacher gay! HAHAHA But cheers to you! 🎉''

'This is so sweet like wtf why am I still single😭'

'I'm Baekhyun's seatmate so I kinda noticed it from the start! Tell me I'm not the only one??👀'

"Wishing you two all the best! 💖 Pls take care of our dearest Mr. Park from now on, Baekhyun!'

'Congrats to the couple born in class 20XX!!!🎉'

Baekhyun finally arrives at Chanyeol's long message with lots of heart reactions from his classmates:

[Hello, everyone. Today, I want to officially introduce the person I'm in a relationship with. I love him so much and he means the world to me. He brought light into my life and made me realize I could fall in love again. If you already have an idea about it, then I'll confirm that yes, Baekhyun and I are together. We're in a serious dating commitment and I hope you'll be happy for us. Thank you for looking after my better half all this time and I apologize for confessing it just now. Enjoy your summer vacation and do well in college!]

Attached is a picture of Baekhyun in his toga, smiling and holding his diploma while Chanyeol stands behind him, back-hugging him and kissing him on the side of his cheek.

"This is..."

Baekhyun feels his heart melt, not being able to hold back the tears already falling from his sparkling eyes in too much happiness. He never thought Chanyeol would announce their relationship this way, so to say he was happy right now is an understatement. Looking at Chanyeol softly, he sniffles, lips jutting out, before he mutters:

"I hate you..."

Chanyeol bursts out laughing.

"Ouch. Thought you were gonna say you love me."

"What I really meant to say was I love you... I love you so much...."

Chanyeol smiles, reaches for Baekhyun's hand, laces their fingers together, and kisses his knuckles.

"I love you too, baby."

Baekhyun half-sobs, half-chuckles. He wipes his tears with the sleeves of his uniform.

"That was a touching message... You should've told me about it first so I could prepare my heart! What's with the, 'He brought light into my life and he means the world to me' anyway?"

"It's true, though."

"And that, 'Thank you for looking after my better half all this time'? It sounds super cheesy!"

"You love it?"

"....yes, it tickles my heart."

"They're pretty surprised but they're all supportive anyway. I guess it turned out nice, right?"

"Yeah. I love them now!"

[Thanks for all your positive responses, everyone! ❤ Appreciate it a lot! See?! Now you all believe me! Chanyeol is mine! Hahaha! Btw, my husband and I are eating out for dinner tonight. Don't skip your meals! - Baekhyun]

Attached is a real-time picture of Chanyeol holding Baekhyun's hand with their couple rings being flexed.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Chanyeol asks.

"Nothing! Please just drive."

"I'm looking for a parking space. Oh, there it is..."

Baekhyun laughs at the incoming messages in the group chat after his text.

'Hey Byun, respect us single people, please!😭''

'Get out of Mr. Park's phoneㅋㅋㅋㅋ'

'OMG. So cute, i'm really jealous tbhㅠㅠ'

"Enjoy your dinner and eat well!❤'

'Baekhyun! Send us a selfie if you're together with Mr. Park right now!'

Turning on the front cam, Baekhyun snaps a photo of him and Chanyeol in the car and presses send. He smiles, his thumbs furiously typing for another reply.

//

Chanyeol closes the door of the Chairman's office with a heavy heart after submitting his resignation letter. The talk with the President was full of gratitude and regret, since the school wouldn't be the same anymore after he leaves. Handing the letter was easy, but now that Chanyeol has to walk outside carrying the box of his stuff, it suddenly feels difficult. This is the school he made so many memories with. It was the school that welcomed him after the death of his wife. It felt like a second home to him. This is also where he met Baekhyun, together with the students he treated as a part of his life.

It's not technically a goodbye; he applied for a transfer to fill in the teaching vacancy at Seoul's branch. It's one step closer to taking his and Baekhyun's relationship to the next level, which is finally living together. While Baekhyun prepares for college, he needs to settle his job transfer, and talk to the realtor about the two-storey house he had been eyeing to buy since last year. The house is close to Baekhyun's university while it's a twenty-minute drive from the school he's about to work at.

"Mr. Park Chanyeol, thank you for your service in our school. We're surely gonna miss you here. Sir."

"Me, too. Please always be healthy."

Chanyeol shakes the janitor's hand and bows at him. He watches the old man's back as he leaves the corridor, and that is when Chanyeol's nostalgia strikes. Passing by his empty classroom, moments of the old times flashback in his mind. He opens the door, puts the box on the floor, and smiles wistfully, looking at the lockers at the back and the chairs that were once filled with his students.

"Haah, now I feel sad..."

He takes a few seconds of silence of just basking in the fresh air coming into the window of the classroom. He walks in front of the board and stands behind the teacher's desk as he bids a silent farewell.

Goodbye, this place will be missed for sure.

"I knew you'd come here."

Chanyeol turns to his left when he hears a voice, finding Baekhyun leaning against the wall who's now offering him a smile. Chanyeol laughs and shakes his head.

"Wait, why are you here?"

"I figured you'd be lonely so I followed you to comfort you."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Who knows?"

Baekhyun closes the door behind him, flicking the lock with a quiet click, before he's skipping to the opened windows to close them securely. Chanyeol watches him swishing the curtains and pulling the blinds down until the whole classroom is covered with darkness. His eyes adjust to the light after Baekhyun turns on the switch and the air conditioning.

"Baekhyun, what are you doing right now?" Chanyeol asks, although he's getting quite an idea why Baekhyun is suddenly acting so coy, grinning naughtily at him, "Oh my god... You little shit... Don't tell me..."

"What? I'm not doing anything!"

"Don't give me that look."

"What look? I'm just giving us some privacy."

"This is OUR classroom."

"Yeah, so we should make memories in it before we leave, right?"

"Didn't we already make enough memories here?"

"I don't recall some sexy ones, though."

Baekhyun comes towards Chanyeol, hugs his waist, and peeks at his face. He taps the desk behind them and smirks.

"Mr. Park, did it ever cross your mind to bend me over this desk and fuck me?"

That makes Chanyeol snicker.

"To be honest, yeah. A couple of times, actually."

Baekhyun bites his bottom lip seductively. "Wanna try it now?"

*

END

(A/N: Just in case you wanna check it out on my facebook, look at the multimedia and follow me as well~ Also, I'm considering on writing a sequel for this, I'm still brainstorming and planning it!)