As he was walking in the lobby, he cursed when he saw Jessica spot him and immediately try to intercept him. Chanyeol walked a little faster, hoping the assistant would get the damn hint, but just like Baekhyun, she was stubborn and persistant about her job (when not bribed).

"Mr. Park! I've been looking everywhere for you!" she hissed when she got close enough for him to hear her. "Mr. Byun's been calling me and asking me where you've been!"

Just the sound of Baekhyun's name was enough for the musician to give the girl some of his attention. "Has he?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the main entrance of the hotel. "When was this?"

"Just now--recently," she said, correcting herself. "He said he was coming back and to keep you with me, so I suggest that we head over to the dining area because the staff and..."

The second Chanyeol's eyes caught sight of the brunette walking through the front, Jessica's attempt to guide him from the lobby became useless. She tried to hold him in place, but he shook off her hand, walking in a beeline straight to Baekhyun who was followed by a familiar face.

It was Kyungsoo who Baekhyun stopped and waited for so the two could walk at the same pace. He was laughing and Kyungsoo, himself, was grinning, even putting a hand on Baekhyun's shoulder comfortably.

Chanyeol didn't have to make the decision whether or not he should approach Baekhyun, but deal with a confrontation with his former band mate since right before the brunet reached the elevators, Kyungsoo seemingly said good-bye and walked away in another direction with his guards in tow.

It didn't take long for him to approach the coordinator, and unfortunately for Baekhyun, the doors didn't open fast enough for him to escape. Shoulder bumping the runt, Chanyeol did nothing else but stand beside him with a displeased look on his face.

Baekhyun's mouth hung slightly open before he caught himself and looked forward at the mirror doors. "Good evening, Mr. Park," he said, trying to be casual, but Chanyeol could see the way he was sucking on his bottom lip. "Did you have an eventful afternoon?"

"Thanks, short stuff. My afternoon was boring, but thanks for asking," Chanyeol said with slight sarcasm dripping in his voice. "What about you? Did you have fun?"

"I did."

The answer was curt. Chanyeol didn't like it. "Did you have so much fun that you couldn't take any of my calls?"

"Mr. Park, I can't take care of every single one of your calls," Baekhyun said, looking up at him. "You have your own manager. You have an assistant. You don't need me."

The elevator door opened and a few people got out. Baekhyun wasted no time getting in and Chanyeol quickly went in after. Neither touched a floor button. Baekhyun kept glancing up at the musician, trying to get him to press first, but the giant did nothing but cross his arms and cock his head, motioning to the coordinator that he was going to wait.

"Are you being serious?"

Chanyeol shrugged. "I want to talk to you," he said. "I don't care if we make a scene in this elevator or in a hallway. That's not my problem. You're going to stop avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you, Mr. Park," Baekhyun growled. Then, he let out an exasperated sigh and pressed for the fifth floor. "You want to talk? We can talk during dinner."

"You keep pushing off our talks. I'm starting to learn that you only say we'll talk later just to shut me up at the moment," Chanyeol said, putting his hands in his pockets. "We'll talk now. In your room with the door locked and closed."

As the elevator began to move, Baekhyun gave him a look. "Why does my door need to be locked?"

"So you can't just run off." Scoffing, Chanyeol gave him a glance. He was silent for a second until he looked way. "You're so fucking short. I usually don't like short people because it hurts my neck trying to kiss them, but you're the exception."

Baekhyun blinked, face flushed. "Park Chanyeol, that's not--"

"Professional? Honey, nothing I want to do to you is professional," Chanyeol said easily without batting an eye or turning red with embarrassment like Baekhyun did. "But if you want to talk about professional things, then let me ask you about a song I was thinking about writing. How do you feel about the lyrics, 'I wanna come home from work and find you on the table with your legs spread, moaning dinner's ready'?"

The elevator rang, signalling they had arrived on the fifth floor. Chanyeol half expected for Baekhyun to walk right out, but he didn't. He stood there for a few seconds before marching off silently. Chanyeol followed, surprised that Baekhyun hadn't turned back to yell at him or to tell him to piss the fuck off (he did this once in Australia).

It wasn't until they reached Baekhyun's hotel room that the coordinator turned his head back to him, lips pursed as he huffed. "Your lyrics are fucking terrible. If you want, I'll contact the label and personally vouch for you to get a real writer on board your team."

"But music's what I do. I want to be entirely responsible for the lyrics, and if I want to write about how I want you naked on a table, then it should be my decision."

Unlocking the door, Baekhyun turned the handle. "I don't understand how you can be so upfront with your sexual desires," he muttered. Motioning a hand, he hurriedly pulled Chanyeol into his hotel room, not wanting anyone in the hallway to accidentally see the celebrity. "Rock is supposed to have lyrics about love. Genuine love. Love that makes you want to scream it from the rooftop. I don't want you up on stage singing about how much you want things...on a table."

Looking around, Chanyeol noticed how Baekhyun's room was completely standard for a five-star hotel. Still beautiful, but standard nonetheless. For someone so uptight, Byun Baekhyun was pretty simple...

"I sing from the heart, honey," the musician said, taking off his shoes and going straight to sit on the bed.

"Your heart needs to know what's right and what's wrong. Flirting with me and writing songs about me in that way is wrong." Baekhyun shrugged off his jacket and put it in the closet. "You can't keep doing this, Chanyeol."

"And why not?"

"Because I can't get involved with you," Baekhyun said, his eyes on Chanyeol as he moved across the room to his suitcase to grab another shirt. "You know that."

"What're you talking about? We've already been involved!"

"Yes, and look where we are."

"In your bedroom, not fucking. And your point is?"

Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun took off his shirt, bare and half-naked for a minute before changing into the new shirt he picked out. Chanyeol savored the moment, pursing his lips and trying to control himself when he saw the brunette's nipples pink and ready to be licked.

"Chanyeol, my point is that I can't get on a table and let you do those things." Turning around, Baekhyun walked to a mirror and fixed his hair, which Chanyeol already thought was perfectly fine. "I don't even want you to think about that, because it's not possible."

"Not possible..." Chanyeol repeated, muttering under his breath as he scoffed. He watched as Baekhyun went in the bathroom. "So you were with Do Kyungsoo all day?"

"Yes."

It surprised the musician how Baekhyun didn't even try to avoid answering. Then again, the brunette probably already knew that he'd have to answer some time. Smart of him.

"What'd you do with him?"

"I don't know. What do you think I did?" Baekhyun replied.

Glaring at the hallway that led to the bathroom, Chanyeol frowned. "Was it strictly business?"

"Of course, it was." Exiting the bathroom, Baekhyun placed the damp towel he was using to wipe his face down on a counter. "Why else would I meet him?"

"You knew he was staying at this hotel before we even got here, didn't you?" Chanyeol asked, ignoring the brunette's question. "Or else why would everything be so set up? We literally arrived here and then five minutes later, you're getting in a car with him."

"Chanyeol, I used to work with him. You're aware of that," Baekhyun said, leaning against his hotel room's dresser with his arms folded. "And yes, I did know. In fact, I contacted him first, and he invited me to lunch, so I went."

"Which part of this is the 'business' part?"

Baekhyun didn't immediately reply, instead looking at Chanyeol very calmly, as if trying to be as gentle with his body language as possible.

"He asked me to rejoin his team." Closing his eyes, Baekhyun rubbed the back of his neck. He could hear the bed creak, aware that Chanyeol was possibly getting ready to stand up and fight Kyungsoo downstairs. "At the end of my contract with you, he told me that I should consider signing back on with D.O Mania and helping them organize his tour in the future, since Kyungsoo's new album is being polished right now. Promotions will be held and the date announcements will carry on right after."

With his brows drawn together, Chanyeol felt offended somehow. Of course he knew that Baekhyun wouldn't always work for him forever. In fact, before, he used to count the days when Baekhyun would finally get off his back and go back to where he came from. But to work for Kyungsoo? Again? Chanyeol couldn't tell if it was jealousy or anger burning in his chest.

"No." The word slipped out of his mouth before he could stop and rethink. "You're not going back to work for him. You told me you resigned because you wanted to work with me? Are you seriously considering his offer?"

"I can't work for you forever, Chanyeol," Baekhyun said, sighing. "The tour's about to end, and then what? I can't just stand around and do nothing. I have bills to pay. I have parents to help out. I--"

"Then I'll pay you to stand around and do nothing," Chanyeol growled, running a hand through his hair. "I'll fucking give you a weekly check. Just don't sign back on with him!"

"I know you have some sort of rivalry with Kyungsoo, but you shouldn't let that blind you from seeing where I'm coming from."

"Baekhyun, you know that this is more than just my history with him. Admit it. You want to avoid me so much, you're willing to jump the gun at the first opportunity that comes your way." After seeing the look on Baekhyun's face, Chanyeol knew that he was right. "Tell me something, short cake. What's so big, bad, and wrong about a romance between us?"

"Mr.Park--"

"Don't Mr. Park me, sweetheart. Answer the question." Chanyeol pushed himself off the bed, standing intimidatingly. "I heard you when you said that you're not sure whether you like me because you're a fan or because you actually do like me. I get it. But why don't you just give it a chance and we can see where it goes from here?"

"Because I don't do this with my clients!"

"We already fucked in Tokyo! How professional can we pretend we are!?"

"Chanyeol!" With his face heated, Baekhyun stepped forward and jabbed the man on the chest with a finger. "This is part of the reason why I won't get involved with you. You're too--Oh my god. Chanyeol, I don't want to be just a fuck, alright? I might like you, but you're the kind of guy who likes to chase people around. You're not--shit. Yeol, you're not a serious kind of guy. You're fucking charming and, believe me, you're a piece of shit, but you really know how to turn someone on just by looking at them."

Chanyeol stood by for a few moments before he cocked his head and grinned. "I turn you on?"

"Out of everything I said, that's all you heard--"

When Baekhyun tried to turn around and head to the door, Chanyeol laughed, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back up against him. He felt the brunette tense, but continued to move them both until he felt the bed behind him.

"Believe it or not, Baekhyun, but I can be serious about someone if I want."

"And I suppose pigs fly."

"I'll make them fly if that's what'll take to convince you." Carefully dragging his hands lower and lower, Chanyeol watched the coordinator's expression with much attention, especially when he began to feel the curves of his ass. "How much do you wanna bet that I dream about these cheeks every night?"

Baekhyun's ears were showing a slight shade of red, but he didn't pull back. "Chanyeol, please get your hands off. The staff dinner's going to start in ten minutes?"

Smirking, Chanyeol raised a brow. "What're you talking about? Dinner's right...here." He let his fingers travel between the two cheeks before using two fingers to rub up and down against the area he wanted most.

Hearing Baekhyun's breath hitch was a win, but it wasn't enough. Chanyeol leaned down and made eyes contact for a brief second until he knew that the other party was consenting to what he was about to do. Then, without saying a word, he took Baekhyun's mouth like he owned it, like it was his to have.

Despite being in mutual agreement, Chanyeol could still feel Baekhyun's hesitation. However, after a while, it was withering away. The brunette offered his mouth up for whatever the other wanted. Shoving his tongue inside, Chanyeol took every moment to taste him.

The kiss was familiar and Chanyeol loved that feeling. This was what he wanted, and this was the mouth he had been dying to kiss again since that night. He had Baekhyun going limp in his arms, and a fire building up in his loins.

Cursing, Chanyeol pulled away from the kiss only to lift Baekhyun on the bed and continue attacking his bruised lips.

His body wanted sex. More than anything, he wanted them to strip and go animalistic, fucking until the bed broke, until hotel management came to knock on the door to tell them to stop fucking, but Chanyeol's mind was clear enough to know that he couldn't do that. Not yet. Their relationship was so fragile, and he saw Baekhyun's point.

He didn't want the short runt to think that all he wanted was to fuck him and leave. It was more than that, and Chanyeol knew he had to prove it. But that didn't mean he had to walk away for nothing.

Giving raw kisses to Baekhyun's neck and collarbone, Chanyeol's hand worked its magic in between the brunette's legs, kneading and rubbing where his little cunt would be.

Then, Chanyeol raised his head and leaned in to the coordinator's ear and hoarsely said, "Let me eat you out tonight, baby."

Baekhyun put his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders and pushed him away, staring at him with bewildered eyes. "No," he responded, weakly. "Chanyeol, you can't--"

"There may not be a dinner table, but a bed works just fine." Licking his lips, Chanyeol glanced down to see his hand as it unbuttoned the brunette's jeans. "We won't have sex, unfortunately. You're right. We have to go to the staff dinner. But that doesn't mean we can't have some quick fun, and you don't even have to return the favor."

Biting down on his lip, Baekhyun looked at him with hesitation. "Chanyeol, this is too much."

"Not at all." Chanyeol got off of him and knelt down on the floor by the bed. With two pulls, he managed to get rid of everything, leaving Baekhyun's completely nude on the bottom. "It'll be a pleasure."

Kneeling down on the floor, Chanyeol spread the brunette's legs and pushed them back until there was nothing but a pink ring occupying his view. He could hear Baekhyun's breathing quicken and see the way his hole was twitching in anticipation.

Wasting no time, fearing that the latter would suddenly back out, Chanyeol leaned in and dragged his wet tongue up the cleft once. Then he raised his head, dropping a string of spit down on the muscle before sloppily licking it back up, pressing the sharp point of his tongue against the center of the bud.

When he glanced up, he saw the way Baekhyun groaned his name, motivating the musician to eat harder, louder.

Smacking his lips after sucking on the little cunt like it was his last goddamn meal, Chanyeol let out a low groan, tongue flicking one of Baekhyun's balls. "Do you like being eaten out, Baekhyun?"

The coordinator didn't answer. He only covered his face and tried to bring down one of his legs--but Chanyeol wouldn't let him.

"Tell me how much you fucking love this, baby," Chanyeol teased, lips gently grazing against the throbbing hole. "Tell me how much you want my tongue against your sweet cunt."

"Chanyeol, please," Baekhyun cried quietly.

"Please what, hon? What do you want me to do to you?" Slicking a finger with his saliva, Chanyeol drew circles around the sensitive rim. "What does this tiny thing want from me. Tell me."

It was embarrassing and Chanyeol could see it on Baekhyun's half-covered face, but after a few more strokes to coax the young coordinator into submission, the musician heard the words that were far better than any of the lyrics to his songs.

"Eat Me."

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