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TG 10


Baekhyun changed into his clothes and left the room. Chanyeol was no where to be seen, which gave Baekhyun an unsure feeling raising up in his stomach. He walked over to the step ceiling and looked down, eyes searching for his temporary boyfriend.

''Lost?'' A voice sonded out behind him. Baekhyun jumped and turned around. ''Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to scare you.'' A chuckle left the strangers mouth. ''I am Mr. Park.'' The stranger introduced himself. ''Chanyeol's father and owner of this Building.''

''O-Oh. .'' Baekhyun couldn't say anything, he just bowed. ''I am Byun Baekhyun, Sir, Chanyeol's-''

Chanyeol's. . What was he? Wouldn't it be strange to say his boyfriend? But he couldn't say Hello, I am Chanyeol's temporary boyfriend and that only because I Need him for my blog. Either

''I heard about you.''

''Oh, you did?'' Why did Baekhyun sound so disappointed.

''Yes, my wife told me about you a lot. I hope you're not using Chanyeol for anything more than your. .''

''Blog?''

He nodded. ''Is it okay for you that Chanyeol is having a lot of boyfriends?''

''It maybe sounds a little cold, but that's none of my buisness, I have a lot more to do. What Chanyeol does or doesn't, doesn't not bother me a little, as long as he isn't ruining any of the business.''

Baekhyun was a little confused by the things he was hearing right now, he didn't expect Mr. Park to be one of the cliche fathers of the dramas he has been watching resenlty. Giving no response was probably the better decision, more than asking why he think like that towards his own son.

''Mr.  Park I don't think-''

''Ah, you're finished.'' Baekhyun heard a voice louder and louder with every step. It was Chanyeol who was walking upstairs. ''Oh'' He said when he saw his father. ''Did you get to know Baekhyun?''

''Yes, I did. I'm leaving.'' Mr. Park said and walked downstairs. Baekhyun bowed once before looking at Chanyeol. ''Let's go downstairs.'' Chanyeol suggested and followed his father downstairs, behind him Baekhyun.

It was time to eat at the Parks. There was a very tasty fancy looking soup served first, Baekhyun sat infront of Chanyeol, for some reason he couldn't stop looking at him. Chanyeol looked up to Baekhyun for a second and then back to his soup, but when he realized Baekhyun was staring he looked up once again to make sure he was seeing clearly. Chanyeol shook his head, meaning Is there any problem?  But Baekhyun smiled and shook his head as well to communicate a no with his gesture.

They began eating. The atmosphere was quite different then what Baekhyun usually knew. Everything was quiet, no one was talking, just the two of them and Chanyeol's parents. Baekhyun sighed louder than he expected, three heads were facing him now.

''Is something wrong, Baekhyun?'' Mrs. Park asked him and looked at his plate. ''Don't you enjoy your soup?''

He shook his head. ''No, excuse me I didn't want to gain any attention. I'm just a little tired, that's all.'' All three nodded. ''If you have any complains, please let us know.'' Mrs. Park said, smiling.

Soon the perfectly cooked meat arrived at their table, it didn't only look delicious but tasted so. The awkwards silence didn't fade, it seemed like it was normal not to talk, well at the end having dinner is about eating, not talking. 

Fifteen minutes past, Mr. Park excused himself and left the table.  To Baekhyun's surprise Mrs. Park sighed relieved and looked at Baekhyun. ''Baekhyun'' She said smiling. ''What brought the honour to us that you're spending the night here?''

''Oh, ehm. .''

''I wanted him to, I hope you're fine with it mother.'' Chanyeol interrupted him and smiled at Baekhyun, receiving a soundless thank you.

''Of course I am fine with it! It's the first time you bring someone over.'' Mrs. Park cheered and stood up as well. ''I have to go now, I still have work to finish before going to sleep. Good night you two.''

''Good night.'' Both said.











''This is the room I'm going to spend the night at?''

Chanyeol nodded. ''Why, is there anything bothering you?'' he asked and looked around the room, searching for something that maybe could have been offending Baekhyun. ''No, don't worry!'' Baekhyun said and waved a no signal with his hands. ''It was a simple question.''

''Okay.'' Chanyeol replied and sat down on the bed. 

''What are you doing?''

''Planning on building a conversation with you.''

Baekhyun chuckled and sat on the pillows, taking one of them and placing it on his lap. He looked through the room. It wasn't massive but still chic. It was in a simple beige red white colour and looked surprisingly comfortable. HE realized that Chanyeol hasn't changed his clothes yet. ''We can talk when you wear something more comfortable.'' Baekhyun said.

''Why, don't you like what I am wearing?''

''That's not what I meant. The clothes you're wearing are. .good. I just think that when we're in a room and talking on the bed, you shouldn't be wearing jeans, it seems like you're about to leave soon.''

''Ah I get it know.'' Chanyeol said and nodded.  ''You want me to stay here longer.''

''Wait, that's not- Chanyeol, you#re interpreting this in the wrong way.''

Chanyeol chuckled. ''Maybe.'' He said and raised his shoulders. ''I'll go wear something more comfortable.'' With that he left the room, leaving Baekhyun alone. He looked at the clock, it was almost 11 P.M. It didn't take Chanyeol too long to change his clothes, his room must be near. He headed towards Baekhyun and sat down once again. 

''So, am I allowed to know the reason for the fight between you and your mother?'' Chanyeol asked curious, he looked directly at Baekhyun.

''Ah, you know, just stuff.'' Baekhyun broke the eye contact, but he knew that Chanyeol wasn't buying it. ''Okay, okay. I said things that might could have been hurting her, you know. I didn't tend to hurt her feelings, it just happened.''

''How do you hurt someones feelings just so?''

''I spoke about a sensitive topic and it was disrespectful. I know that, but I couldn't apologize at that moment.''

An eyebrow was raised, Chanyeol looked at him in a judging way. ''Is your ego too big?'' Baekhyun only nodded. ''That's what I expected. Do you mind telling me about the topic?''

Does he mind? Weirdly, he doesn't. For some weird and unexplainable reason Baekhyun knew, that Chanyeol really was ready to listen to him, rather than letting it seem as if he was interested. 

''As you might know, my dad is gone.''

The smile on Chanyeol's face faced, he nodded.

''Well and my mom talked about our relationship, or whatever this is and I got mad and said she shouldn't speak about relationships if she isn't even able to keep a relationship stable.'' He didn't want to mention the fact that his mother had a lot of lovers, that maybe embarrass her.

''So what you're trying to say is, that only people who are in a long time relationship have the right to talk about those?''

''Yeah, I guess.''

''But what if someone is single but had a lot of relationships. Does that count?''

''But a lot of relationships mean that they are not made for a relationship.'' Baekhyun said.

''Aren't these people experienced, I guess that counts. A relationship is a relationship, I think it doesn't matter what kind of one.''

Baekhyun shook his head. ''But you can't give someone an advice for something you're not able to do!''

''Am I not able to give you any relationship advice in your opinion?''

''No you're not.''

''Why do you think-''

''Because you're not even able to love!'' Baekhyun almost shouted, he paused a litte. ''In my opinion you don't even know what love or a relationship is. Look at yourself, having tons of relationships where you're nothing but money in their eyes that they can use.'' Baekhyun named his opinion into the room. Chanyeol looked at him, shut his eyes and said.

''I'm leaving now, Baekhyun.'' He stood up and walked o the exit. ''Goodnight.''


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