"Chanyeol?" Baekhyun furrows his brows at the figure in front of him. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Chanyeol bites his lip nervously. The giant had hung out at the school because his driver had some problems with getting the car started. Baekhyun had conveniently finished early and caught up to Chanyeol.

"You know what."

"No I don't." The giant shifts his bag from one shoulder to the other.

"Really?" The brunet walks closer and grabs Chanyeol's collar. "We need to break that little habit of lying, don't we?"

Chanyeol doesn't say anything.

"Don't we?" Upset with the lack of response, the brunet presses his lips against the younger's for the second time in twenty-four hours.

"Get away! What do you think you're doing!?"

"Oh look, you can talk after all. And don't deny it, you love my kisses."

The giant shakes his head quickly, too quickly. He couldn't help it. The feeling of Baekhyun's candy-sweet lips against his dragged him into a euphoria that he never wanted to leave.

"So what did you do?" But the present situation at hand was something that Chanyeol wasn't going to admit easily.

"Nothing."

"Mm-hmm." Baekhyun jumps up and locks his legs around Chanyeol's waist with ease. "Tell me. Or I'll stay like this," he singsongs.

Actually, I'd like that. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

Chanyeol's face heats up at the sight of Baekhyun's teasing grin. A few stray hairs fall into the brunet's face, and the giant instinctively pushes them back, revealing Baekhyun's forehead. The giant wanted nothing more at that moment than to press his lips on the skin over and over again. How can he make me hate him, yet he makes me so happy?

Honk!

Chanyeol turns at the sound of his car.

The driver rolls his window down. "Good afternoon. I apologize for the tardiness. Hop in. Your boyfriend is adorable, by the way."

Baekhyun raises his eyebrows a little at the title, but the smug grin on his face only widened. "Yeah Channie, let's not keep him waiting." The brunet drags the giant inside his own car.

As soon as Chanyeol gets decently settled in his seat, Baekhyun lays his head on the giant's shoulder and yawns, over-exaggerating a bit. The brunet discreetly grabs Chanyeol's hand and laces their fingers together. Chanyeol has no choice but to silently look on with a half-forced grin on his face. The terse expression melts into a genuine one though, when Baekhyun starts stroking the giant's knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

Chanyeol studies Baekhyun's expression carefully, watching as his muscles relax and his tongue dart out to graze his lips. The brunet's grip on his hand tightens, and Chanyeol finds the otherwise constricting gesture comforting.

Baekhyun's forehead scrunches up and without a second thought, Chanyeol leans over and kisses the wrinkles away, coaxing the brunet back into a state of comfort. When the car jumps a little, Chanyeol wraps an arm around the brunet to prevent him from tilting back. The limb stays there for the remainder of the trip, occasionally squeezing briefly around Baekhyun's slim figure.

When they arrive at the Park residence, Chanyeol carefully hoists the still-sleeping brunet out of the car and into his house. The giant slowly makes his way up the stairs, paying special attention to the priceless human he held. He sets the older down on the ottoman in his room, propping the brunet's head up with one of his pillows.

Chanyeol stands there, watching as Baekhyun instantly grips the pillow and takes in a deep breath, letting it out with a content sigh.

The brunet was standing in a field of flowers when he stumbled upon a intriguing rose. The petals were almost of a metallic shade of fire, making it seem dangerous but inviting at the same time. The stem was covered with prickly thorns, but the brunet managed to find a spot to pinch to pull the flower closer. He buried his nose in and inhaled deeply, finding the scent comforting and unique. No flower that he had ever seen smelled so delightful, so right. It was like the rose was handcrafted for him to find, for him to-

Crash!

The brunet opens his eyes sleepily, rubbing away the blurriness that clouded his gaze. Where am I? He finds the gray ceiling unfamiliar. Baekhyun turns his head when he hears a grunt of pain.

"Yeol?"

"Hm? Oh, you're awake."

"Where am I?"

"In my room, of course."

"What am I doing in your room?"

"You fell asleep in the car." And I didn't want to wake you.

"So?" The brunet prompts.

"So I brought you here."

"Why do you have an ottoman in your room anyways?"

Chanyeol shrugs, still tending to his hurt foot.

"What happened to your foot?"

Chanyeol winces. "I stubbed it against the desk." The giant motions to the table that his computer set up was sitting on. "I was working on the English paper."

"Oh. I haven't even started mine yet." The brunet shrugs, sitting up. "Come here."

"Why?"

"Don't argue." Because I don't want to explain why I feel lonely.

"Fine." The younger stands up and walks over.

"Sit." Baekhyun pats the space next to him.

Chanyeol purses his lips, but sits down anyways. Baekhyun instantly leans on him. Chanyeol smiles, smoothing out Baekhyun's unkempt hair.

"We're acting like lovers."

"Your driver seems to think that we are lovers."

"Exactly, think."

"You play guitar?"

"What?"

"There's a guitar case propped up in the far corner of the room."

Oh shoot. I forget to cover that up! "And?"

"So do you play?"

"Sometimes."

A grin creeps its way onto the brunet's face. "Who knew, the school's proclaimed 'bad boy' plays guitar."

"So?"

"It's not something I expected."

There's a lot of things that you wouldn't expect.

"Get me a pencil."

"What? Why? I'm not your servant."

"Please." The brunet quickly pecks Chanyeol's cheek. The motion sends shivers down the giant's spine.

"Why do you even want a pencil?"

"Stop questioning me."

With a grunt, Chanyeol stands back up and crosses the room to his backpack, unzipping it and rummaging through the bag. He accidentally knocks a bottle out of his bag unknowingly in the process. The container lands on the carpeted floor with a muffled thunk.

Baekhyun gets up from the ottoman and picks up the bottle. "Chanyeol? Why do you have rubbing alcohol?"

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CLIFFHANGER!

Lel.

Also, does anyone know if Wattpad is available in China? Or does the firewall restrict it?

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