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"Congratulations on the job well done! Cheers!"

"CHEERS!"

They altogether clank their glasses of champagne, before taking a sip of it with smiles painted on their faces. After the successful Foundation Day of the school, the Principal together with the teachers and the Student Council held a party to celebrate. Everyone is wearing formal wear, including Baekhyun, who has been struggling with his bowtie ever since the party started.

"This won't be possible without the help of our ever reliable Student Council, so let's give them a big hand!" Mr. Junmyeon says on the microphone, gesturing at the group of males seated on the VIP table. As everybody in the hall claps their hands, the Student Council stand, bowing ninety degrees to the people clapping for them as a form of gratitude.

"Now," the Principal starts after the scene has died down. "Personally, I want to thank our Student Council President, Mr. Park Chanyeol for being a good leader and for handling his subordinates properly, and to all the members of the Council in general. Thank you." Chanyeol smiles and bows his head at the Principal.

"Hmm. I wonder what could be your secret for being so disciplined. There must be a secret, right?" Mr. Junmyeon jokes, laughing with the people inside the hall. "What's your secret? Mind telling us?"

Looking away, Chanyeol clears his throat, Jongin laughs obnoxiously loud as he slaps the table. Kyungsoo fixes his crooked tie while Jongdae and Minseok both shrug. Luhan smiles widely, grinning ear to ear and Baekhyun awkwardly fumbles with the table napkin.

"Sex," Baekhyun hears the President murmur behind him like he is purposely letting Baekhyun to hear him. Blushing, he ignores Chanyeol and concentrates on his plate instead.

"Everybody, the night is young! Enjoy the party!"

And the music booms inside the hall.

Everyone stands and digs in to the long table with different food, drinks and desserts. There is also a chocolate fondue at the center. While some are dancing on the dance floor with the upbeat music, Baekhyun is left on his chair poking his green peas with his fork.

He's not into this kind of thing. He's not really used to this, especially wearing an itchy and uncomfortable suit which can practically choke him to death. He wishes he could go home already and watch TV with Sehun.

"Baekhyun!"

Baekhyun looks up, and he is being dragged by the wrist into the dance floor. Before he could protest and go back to his table, a pair of hands is already on his waist while his arms are on top of the other's shoulders.

The music turns romantically slow.

He doesn't like to dance. No way.

"Let's dance," Luhan mutters against Baekhyun's ears as he hugs him close to his body, his palm pressed on the small of Baekhyun's back.

"But I don't dance," Baekhyun whispers back, yet he is already swaying his body with the gentle music. He can see from here other people slowly dancing, and Kyungsoo and Jongin on the left. Kyungsoo has his head pressed against Jongin's chest, while Jongin has his chin above Kyungsoo's head while they sway.

That is really sweet, Baekhyun thinks to himself, feeling a little smile forming on his mouth.

"My boyfriends are having their quality time. Mind if I borrow you for a while?"

Baekhyun shakes his head, burying his nose into the crook of Luhan's neck. "No, not at all."

"Thanks."

On the corners of his eyes, Luhan can see the President sitting crossed-legs on his chair as he glares daggers at them, like Chanyeol's murderous eyes could pierce through Luhan's skin if he holds Baekhyun closer to his arms.

So Luhan does. He wants some fun, he decides.

"Baekhyun."

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to make out?"

Baekhyun parts away slightly to get a view of his hyung's face, and even in the dark he can see Luhan's eyes sparkling, as always, like it's naturally in there.

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"But the teachers could see us, and the Principal," Baekhyun replies, still holding on to Luhan as they dance. "It's embarrassing."

"So you are embarrassed being with me, then?"

"N-no, it's not like that." Baekhyun clutches Luhan's coat with his hand as he looks away. "People might misunderstood."

"It's alright, it doesn't matter. They don't know a thing," Luhan says, leaning in close to Baekhyun's face until his lips ghost against Baekhyun's button nose. "Besides, it's been a while since you kissed me. Don't you know that I missed you?"

Luhan slightly glances at Chanyeol who is still staring at them on the side, then back at Baekhyun. "You were always with that Sehun guy, I'm jealous. We couldn't hang out anymore."

"Because he's my best friend, hyung," Baekhyun answers with a pout. "He's only protecting me from bad people."

"Hey, are you telling me right now I'm one of those bad people?" Luhan says in mock hurt, making Baekhyun chuckle and shake his head.

"You're trying to get into my pants," Baekhyun states. "You're a bad person."

"That's because you are soooo fuckable. Did you know that?"

Baekhyun blushes. "What's a fuckable?"

"Fucking adorable."

Baekhyun rolls his eyes. "Fine. Come here." And he is the one who grabs Luhan by the neck, kissing him searingly on the mouth. There's a tiny smirk on Luhan's curved lips when he kisses Baekhyun back as he holds Baekhyun's nape, squeezing it lightly. He slowly pries his left eye open as Baekhyun continues to kiss him passionately, only to see Chanyeol already standing up as he glares at them.

Luhan releases his mouth slightly from Baekhyun's, pecking the little cute mole above the younger's lips gently. Baekhyun closes his eyes, feeling Luhan's warm ticklish lips hovering over his skin. It's really nice, of all things about Luhan, his lips are Baekhyun's most favorite.

"Stretch your neck slightly to the right," Luhan orders, so Baekhyun does what he was told. Luhan grabs Baekhyun's blue bowtie and loosens it, until it is off completely. "This is really bothering me." He leans in again to kiss the smooth exposed skin of Baekhyun's neck, planting little bites against it as he darts his tongue along Baekhyun's adam's apple and collarbones. Baekhyun shudders in pleasure.

"Do you like that?" Luhan asks and Baekhyun nods, feeling Luhan's lips grazing against his neck. "You always like my kisses, don't you?"

"No, he doesn't," Chanyeol answers for Baekhyun, pulling Baekhyun away from the Secretary. Baekhyun startles from the deep voice behind him, craning his neck up to Chanyeol.

Luhan smirks. "Oh, it's you, Chanyeol."

"S-sunbae," Baekhyun mutters, staring down at Chanyeol's hand holding his hand in that kind of way-- the four of his fingers are inside Baekhyun's palm, and Baekhyun can feel his heart race.

"Excuse us."

"Where are you taking Baekhyun?" Luhan asks, just to tease. "Can't you see we are dancing?" He clutches Baekhyun's other arm so that they are both holding Baekhyun like tug-of-war. "I got him first, you know."

Chanyeol groans, Luhan is really getting on his nerves. "I can see you're already done, so."

"We're not yet done! We haven't gone to the best part yet!"

Staring at Baekhyun's flushed exposed neck, Chanyeol furrows his eyebrows. "Best part your ass. Fuck you."

Baekhyun turns to look at Chanyeol, and he can see the President's forehead crinkling. What's his problem anyway? Is he mad or something?

"Oh, Baekhyun, look! Your Chanyeol-sunbae is being mean to me!"

"Why are you taking me?" Baekhyun asks, furrowing his eyebrows as well. "I'm with Luhan-hyung."

"Because I'm--" Chanyeol trails off, stopping on his next words. Why is he even here anyway. It's not like Baekhyun is his possession or something like that. Baekhyun can do whatever he wants, be with whoever he wants, because Baekhyun is just... He is just. Chanyeol just wants to..

"What?"

"I want to be with you."

Baekhyun's heart stops, eyes widening.

"I-I'm going to show you s-something," the President stutters, looking away to the other direction. His hold on Baekhyun's hand tightens.

Luhan releases Baekhyun's hand, smirking knowingly. "Fine then, you should go. I'm going to dance with Kyungsoo anyway." He shrugs, pushing Baekhyun purposely to Chanyeol so that Baekhyun will be shoved against Chanyeol's chest. "Bye!"

Luhan is out of the sight.

Still leaning on the President's broad chest, Baekhyun slowly gazes up through his lashes to look at Chanyeol's eyes, which is brown again, staring directly down at him like he is about to say something. Chanyeol is holding him by both arms when Baekhyun opens his mouth to speak--

Dug. Dug. Dug.

Baekhyun hears it. What's that?

"What the fuck?!" The President shoves him away. "You're enjoying this position too much."

Baekhyun frowns. "I'm sorry.."

"Come on," Chanyeol says, hastily holding Baekhyun again by the wrist as he pulls him through the throng of dancing people. Baekhyun squirms within his grasp.

"Where are you taking me, sunbae!? Ouch, my hand! Be gentle, could you? Ouch! Hey!" He bumps into a person when Chanyeol pulls him hard. "S-sorry-- ouch! Excuse me!"

"You're too slow," Chanyeol murmurs under his breath as he tugs Baekhyun, passing through the crowded floor until they reach outside the hall.

"You really have the habit of dragging people like this, don't you!" Baekhyun shouts, Chanyeol's hand still wrapped around his wrist. "My wrist hurts!"

Chanyeol stops walking, that Baekhyun almost bumps into his back.

"What?"

The President releases Baekhyun's wrist, only to lace his thick fingers through the spaces of Baekhyun's hand so that their hands are intertwined, palms pressed snugly with each other. Baekhyun stiffens like a rock, feeling the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

Chanyeol's hand is large and warm.

"So you'd stop complaining like a bitch."

Baekhyun shuts up, quiet, as they both head to the long stairs of the venue with entwined hands. The President is no longer dragging him, he's holding Baekhyun like he's a fragile doll, as if he would break if not handled properly.

Baekhyun looks at the ground and smiles, his insides are melting like he can't control his feels anymore. This is nice, he decides, when Chanyeol holds and treats him like this, like he is precious.

He wishes the time would stop.

I want to be with you.

Baekhyun smiles wider like an idiot, as if the one he loves has just proposed to him. His cheeks go hot, remembering Chanyeol's face when he said that. He knows he is special to Chanyeol, yet he doesn't know how special he is nor what kind of special he is to him.

I wish I were special like how special he is to me. Baekhyun sighs, not noticing they've already stopped walking. Chanyeol lets go of his hand, making Baekhyun feel sad.

"We're here."

Baekhyun looks around. They're at the sundeck. It's spacious and quiet, there's a large pool inside, the moonlight is reflected on the waters. It's beautiful. Baekhyun can see from the holes of the terrace on the left, the scenery below-- the garden and the hall.

"Are we going to fuck here?" Baekhyun blurts out unthinking. Chanyeol shoots him a pointed look, so Baekhyun immediately covers his mouth with his palm.

"You want that, don't you?" Chanyeol asks, stepping closer to Baekhyun standing a meter away from him. "Me fucking you from behind while you hold on the railing. And you're going to scream my name so people can hear you from up here." He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning in to Baekhyun's ears. "So that they'll know who is pleasuring you."

Baekhyun lowers his head, blushing.

"Baekhyun, you don't know how beautiful you are wearing this," Chanyeol gestures to Baekhyun's suit. "But I bet you're more beautiful without this on."

Baekhyun flushes even more.

"So do me a favor and take this off."

"W-why would I?" Baekhyun stutters.

"Because I will take that off myself if you don't."

Baekhyun doesn't answer, but he's already shrugging off his coat and unbuttoning his white dress shirt as Chanyeol watches him with amused eyes.

"Y-you should," Baekhyun mutters nervously, "g-get naked, too."

"Why?"

"I-I want to see you."

Chanyeol shrugs. "Okay."

A minute has passed, and they are both standing naked in front of the pool, their clothes piled on the floor beside their shoes. It's cold, so Baekhyun hugs himself while the President just stands by his glory, arms crossed.

Silence.

Chanyeol walks forward, and Baekhyun's stares at the dimples of his spine above his ass. Without another word, Baekhyun follows.

"Let's skinny-dip."

Baekhyun is taken aback. "What?"

Chanyeol turns to look at him, to Baekhyun's member between his legs first, before trailing his eyes up to Baekhyun's face. Baekhyun covers his flaccid dick with his hand, blushing hard.

"Don't look at it!"

"I've seen that a million times before," Chanyeol states casually. "I've seen that hard, I've seen that soft, I've seen that swollen, I've seen that twitching, I've seen that leaking with come--"

"FINE! Why do you have to announce," Baekhyun mumbles shyly, "every single detail of it!?"

The President ignores him. "Let's go skinny dipping."

"But it's cold!"

"It's no use saying that when you're already naked."

Baekhyun looks away and clears his throat. "Fine." He walks beside the President, a foot away from the pool. He looks down, seeing his clear reflection on the water. "It looks so deep."

"You don't know how to swim?"

"I know," Baekhyun answers. "Since I was young, I already know how to---"

Chanyeol pushes him into the pool.

Completely soaked and wet, Baekhyun gasps for air, paddling his feet so that he will float. He screams angrily as he pounds into the water, glaring at the President. "WHY DID YOU PUSH ME!!!?"

"It was fun," Chanyeol answers, laughing as he crouches on his stomach, and watching how Baekhyun's hair sticks to his forehead. "You look like a seaweed."

"And you look like an idiot rolling on the floor there naked," Baekhyun says, dipping his hands into the water to splash it to the President. "Come here!"

"No. I'm fine here," Chanyeol mutters, standing up and dusting off his bare ass like he's wearing pants. "The water's chilly."

"Yes it is, so you better feel it, too!" Baekhyun yells, submerging his head and body as he swims around the area, enjoying it like a child.

"I'm not going into the water."

"I'm getting you into the water."

Baekhyun holds on to the poolside to support himself in hoisting his body up to get out of the water. Chanyeol follows with his eyes the small trickles of water sliding down Baekhyun's bare chest, down to his bare waist and torso. His body always looks beautiful, all of him is.

"Come on, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol walks to halfway meet Baekhyun striding towards him and holds his body close to his, before attaching their lips together. He places his hand against Baekhyun's wet hair, kissing him deeply, and he can feel Baekhyun's lips trembling with cold. Craning his neck up, Baekhyun returns the President's eager kiss as his feet stumble backwards. He clutches onto Chanyeol's shoulder as Chanyeol walks the two of them into the pool, until Baekhyun reaches the end of the ground and falls into the water.

They both fall into the pool, lips sealed into a kiss.

They kiss under the water.

One. Two. Three. Four seconds.

Chanyeol opens his eyes.

"I thought I couldn't breathe for a second!" Baekhyun surfaces and gasps, laughing hard as he flaps his arms on the water while Chanyeol holds his waist, practically hugging and carrying him.

"This is nice," the President says, breaking into a smile. His hair is dripping wet, sticking to every possible direction. "The water, I mean."

"Yes, it is," Baekhyun replies, wrapping his arms around Chanyeol's neck and claiming his lips again for a second kiss, a sweet soft peck.

"I love you, Chanyeol."

Chanyeol nods and doesn't answer, but he is smiling brightly like the stars in the night sky, and Baekhyun can clearly hear his and Chanyeol's heartbeat this close inside his chest--

Dug dug dug.

"Let's do it again?"

"Only if you catch me!"

And that's enough. For now.

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To be continued.