"Baekhyun, your father and I are leaving for three weeks. We are going on a business trip. Will you be okay by yourself?" His mother asked at the dinner table, where they ate as three. Baekhyun, was zoned out. He wasn't listening. This happens often. He finds it hard to pay attention and didn't seem to care about anything. This time, the boy was daydreaming about the new neighbour next door.

His mother let out a sigh. "Yeah, maybe he shouldn't stay here alone. What if he isn't paying attention if someone knocks on the door, or maybe someone will brake in and he doesn't notice?" She was paranoid and over thinks things.

"I suppose your right. We can ask the new neighbour to watch after him?" Baekhyuns father suggested and his spouse nodded. "Baekhyun! You are going to stay at the new neighbours house while we're gone, okay?" They called, almost yelling. Baekhyun didn't hear any of that. "W-what? Yea okay." He pretended as if he was interested.

They continued to eat. "Okay, get packed because we are leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

He didn't listen to any of that.

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Baekhyuns eyes fluttered open, vision glued to the roof. He shifted his gaze around the room. The room was simple and neat, it had a couple unpacked boxes here and there. It had light grey walls, white lampshades and pillows, and a black and white carpet. There was a flatscreen TV in the room, and modern pictures hung on the walls.

It took the boy a second to realize, this wasn't his room.

His heart pounded and he sat up quickly, he griped the grey silk sheets and tumbled back, screaming as he fell on the floor. He sat up and gulped, unaware of where he was, or what to do. He reached up to a nightstand for help, but knocked over a lamp instead.

Groaning, he finally made his way to his feet. He tried to control his breath, but he was afraid, confused, curious, dazed, tired, all at once.

"Shorty, clean up." Baekhyun heard a voice and shot his head towards the doorway, where a tall figure stood. He looked familiar.

"S-Sehun?" Baekhyun gasped, taking a step back. "Yes, it's me, bee boy. Now you made a mess of this room, clean it up." He demanded, and Baekhyun crossed his arms. "I'm not your slave!" He spat, and Sehun rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but this is my house. My rules. Now clean up!" The taller was about to leave when Baekhyun called him back. "Why am I even here?" He questioned.

"Your parents left town, they gave you to me, now I hate messes, clean up." He ordered.

"How am I suppose to believe you?" Baekhyun scoffed, a face of disgust planted to his face. Sehun huffed, taking out his phone and shoving it into Baekhyuns face. "See, it says -if you can't read- Hello, Sehun, welcome to the neighbourhood! We are wondering if you could watch our son while we leave for a trip for three weeks. We will pay you lots for our sunshine! Please take care of him.'" He read aloud. Baekhyuns face scrunched up. "Why would they leave me in the hands of you? They barely know you. You could be a rapist for all I know. I can't believe they didn't notice that; They are paranoid freaks!" Baekhyun whined.

Sehun squinted. "I'm not a rapist, gosh. How old are you anyway?" He asked. "I'm 24." Baekhyun replied. Sehun chuckled at this. "24 and still living with your parents. I'm also 24 but I live alone." He taunted, making Baekhyun pissed.

"Just leave and I'll clean this godforsaken room." The shorter stated, pushing his hands on Sehuns chest, making him walk backwards out of the room.

Sehun chuckled, "okay."

Baekhyun groaned. Someone must have carried him into the house when he was sleeping. Who though? He was always curious and needed to know the answer to everything.

—•—•—

Cleaning the room didn't take long, soon he was downstairs and in the kitchen. It has stainless steel appliances and marble counter tops.

He was asked to make pancakes, while the other showered. With an eye roll, he obeyed.

Pouring pancake mix into a pan, Baekhyun sung 'My Lady.' Drumming his fingers on the countertop, he sung soulfully with passion, quite loudly to sound almost throughout the whole house.

Baekhyun stopped his singing when Sehun walked in the room, clearing his throat before placing the pancakes onto gold lined plates.

Sehun, hair still a little damn and little drops of water remained. He sat down by the kitchen island.

Baekhyun dropped the plate in front of Sehun, dropped it almost high enough to shatter it.

"God, Baekhyun. Be gentle!" Sehun hissed, scoffing. "Oh, sorry your majesty." Baekhyun joked in a sarcastic tone.

The other folded his arms. "You know, if you broke that, you'd have to buy me a new one!" He snapped. Yeah, and I bet it's like $300 dollars." Baekhyun joked. "No, stupid— its $200." He admitted and Baekhyun raised both brows. "Hm."

Baekhyun sat beside him with his pancakes. "Shorty, go get utensils." Sehun demanded and Baekhyun sighed, standing up once again and taking them from the drawer, giving each of them a fork and a knife.

They started to eat— Baekhyun didn't eat much. He never really did. "Who brought me here?" Baekhyun asked, swallowing a bite he took.

"I did. I picked you up and put you in the bed." He responded, taking a bite.

Baekhyun nodded slowly. "You know, I don't approve of that." He hid his smirk, crossing his arms. "What?" Sehun raised his brows. "You are violating my rights, I don't want to be touched and carried into a strangers bed." Baekhyun studied the other. "What? Baekhyun, it's not like I kidnapped you. Stop overreacting." Sehun snapped.

"You're also making me do chores! You call me dumb names, and I bet your dick is small!" Baekhyun yelled, can't keeping in his laugh, as he held onto the island for support. Sehun rolled his eyes. As Baekhyun brought his plate to the sink, he noticed Sehun was lingering behind him. Baekhyun turned  around, hands on his hips.

"For your information, I don't think my penis is small in my opinion." Sehun declared. "I can show you if you want?" He joked, placing his hands on the top of his sweatpants. Baekhyun cringed, scoffing. "You're disgusting. You and your small dick, can leave." Baekhyun scooped air with his hands and clapped them together.

Sehun chuckled, placing his dirty plate into Baekhyuns hands as he walked off.

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