Bonjourrrr 

It's a me, PB (I'm actually not a fan of peanut butter pls nobody attack me)

Idk what I'm doing, writing this instead of my three-shot but whatevsss

How magical am I? Very magical. An update in less than 24 hours pft wow I gotta give myself a pat on the back, plus it's fucking 5K words how did I do this???

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PART TWO
"I W A N T Y O U"
II : XI

"I like him a lot, too," Baekhyun said with a small smile on his face, watching as the puppy nudged his hand with his nose.

"Who do you like?" Chanyeol asked as he crouched down beside Baekhyun, who nearly jumped in his skin when he finally realized someone was there.

He sat up quickly, his face red as he settled Toben in his crossed legs. Chanyeol copied Baekhyun, minus the puppy in his lap, and stared at Baekhyun expectantly, his lips curled in amusement.

"Bug off," Baekhyun grumbled, staring at Chanyeol with a pout too adorable not to kiss.

So Chanyeol did just that, leaning in and kissing Baekhyun once, feeling all too powerful at how Baekhyun's pout left his face and was instead replaced with an expression of awestruck. He decided to give Baekhyun a little more of that awestruck feeling, kissing him again as his hand curled around the back of Baekhyun's neck.

"Are you going to answer my question?" Chanyeol asked in a low voice, his breath against Baekhyun's lips.

Baekhyun shook his head defiantly, and Chanyeol took it in his hands to push on Baekhyun's shoulders until his back was flat against the floor, his previously crossed legs now spread just enough for Chanyeol to settle in between them, Toben laying innocently on Baekhyun's stomach.

"How about we continue where we were earlier?" Chanyeol questioned but before he could lean down again, Baekhyun placed his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders shoved him off, watching in victory as the taller toppled to the side.

"Not when there's a god damn dog on me—and I know you're only doing this to get your answer," Baekhyun said, sitting up and sticking his tongue out.

"Can't we just throw Toben out in the hallway or something? He doesn't seem to want to leave you at any cost."

Baekhyun frowned and hugged the dog closer to him. "Never. Toben is mine now."

"Dammit," Chanyeol swore, "Even my dog is cockblocking me now."

~

"I'm sorry once again," Baekhyun said with a bow, his hands tightening on the folders in his hands, which were respectfully held in front of him. His gaze was kept to the ground as he felt his father's disappointed stare burn into him, unable to see it but knowing that the man was shaking his head.

"I expected better from you, Baekhyun," Mr. Byun said, turning his chair to face his desk again and waving his hand. "You may leave now."

Baekhyun straightened his posture then, his back aching from having been bent at a ninety-degree angle for the duration of Mr. Byun's disgruntled words.

The brunet swiftly left the office, nodding to his coworkers in the hallway; trying to seem calmer than he truly was. When he arrived at the building's emergency staircase, he slipped inside and took a seat on one of the steps as the door closed, throwing his folders carelessly beside him. He held his head in his hands, sighing at the thought of making another mistake. It wasn't his first mistake, but Mr. Byun had already solidified the thought into Baekhyun's mind that every mistake was just as bad as the first slip-up, simply a chain-like response because of the first failure.

At the beginning, it had been one of Baekhyun's interns that fucked up the main computer's systems, which was something that Baekhyun missed since he was buried in his own paperwork. After that, there were a handful of times where Baekhyun was somehow facing the problem of under-stocking, which was evidently worse than if he had gotten more than needed. Now, another idiot under Baekhyun's supervision had decided to spread a rumour that their company was harassing its workers, which was complete bullshit since the only person getting the brunt of it all was Baekhyun—and he never told anyone about it.

Picking up his folder, he messily flipped through all of the information on his little workers but gave up a second later, knowing that staring at their resumes wouldn't help to find the snake.

His phone buzzed then, leading him temporarily away from his troubles at work as he fished the device out of his pocket. The name on his screen made him smile and he swiped his finger on the answer button, placing his phone next to his ear.

"Seems like someone missed me a little too much," Baekhyun teased.

"You bet I did," Chanyeol answered, making Baekhyun let out a tch because the elf was too difficult to tease, "You free for lunch? You could drop by at Viva Polo—we just got some grade A steak that Kyungsoo seems to be intent on keeping to himself."

Kyungsoo. Do Kyungsoo, one of the sous-chefs working alongside Chanyeol. Baekhyun hadn't heard much about him, only that he loved food and loved his husband even more, if Chanyeol complaining about catching them making out during work hours was evidence enough for the second fact.

"Yeah, other than needing to fire somebody, I'm relatively free. What time?"

"Half an hour or so? I don't know; the amount of time it will take for me to get to your building, I'm a little eager to see you."

"Idiot," Baekhyun mumbled, smiling as he fiddled with the end of his blazer. "I'll be standing at the front like usual. Are you bringing your death machine again?"

Chanyeol laughed then, a sound that sent tingles down Baekhyun's spine whenever it happened. If there was one thing that could rival to kissing Chanyeol, it was making him laugh.

"That scooter is as safe as crossing the street, you'll be fine."

Baekhyun grumbled protests under his breath, remembering the first time he road on Chanyeol's scooter, his arms wrapped tight around his boyfriend's waist as he shut his eyes. The entire act seemed unsafe, just like biking seemed unsafe. There was no way for him to be protected from anything that could come running into their scooter, considering the fact that scooters did not have any type of wall.

"So... I take your silence as a yes?" Chanyeol spoke up, the brunet realizing that he hadn't said anything. He pondered the thought for a second, making unnecessary 'hmm' noises that he hoped would change Chanyeol's mind. "You can stay over at my place tonight and we'll cuddle?" he offered, wanting to sway Baekhyun's opinion.

And damn, Baekhyun would go through hell to cuddle with Chanyeol, so he accepted in a heartbeat.

"You better thank the fact that you're so warm," Baekhyun added, addicted to the way Chanyeol chuckled at his antics.

"I'll see you in a few."

"Yup. If you take too long I'll chop off your fingers."

"But then who would hold your hand? And, who would do, well... Other things to you, in the future?"

Baekhyun's cheeks burned at the implication and he refrained the urge to hide his face in his hands, knowing that Chanyeol couldn't possibly see him through the phone even if Baekhyun could see that Chanyeol's lips were currently curving up into one of those stupid smirks of his.

"Just hang up already," Baekhyun hissed, the two of them knowing that those words meant no harm whatsoever. In fact, it only made it even more obvious that Chanyeol had the ability to rile Baekhyun up.

"Okay," Chanyeol drawled, "For real this time, I'll hang up and get on my way to pick you up."

Baekhyun smiled, "Looking forward to it." Love you. "I'll see you soon."

They hung up after saying their few words of goodbye, leaving Baekhyun feeling completely giddy as he picked up his things and left the staircase, wanting to go into his father's office, flip him off, and then run away on Chanyeol's scooter (death machine) into the sunset.

He found himself humming when he packed his things up, knowing that nobody would need his presence for the next three hours or so, plus he'd return sometime in the evening to finish up a little more work.

Several minutes later, he found himself standing in front of Chanyeol, who lifted the helmet he had bought specially for Baekhyun, proceeding to slide it onto Baekhyun's head and tapping the front of the tinted visor just to watch how the shorter's lips scrunched adorably.

And then they were off on the scooter, leaving Baekhyun's problems behind at the building and going off into a world that Chanyeol shared with Baekhyun.

~

"Kyungsoo," Baekhyun greeted when the couple stepped into the kitchen. He watched Kyungsoo who seemed to be packing up slices of the beef, obviously going to smuggle it out of the kitchen. Chanyeol didn't seem to be bothered by that fact at all.

Kyungsoo turned from his station and saw Baekhyun, his eyes narrowing when he saw Chanyeol with him. "I never expected to see you here."

Apparently, along with the fact that Kyungsoo worked for Chanyeol, he had also been one of Baekhyun's common friends back in high school. Not technically a friend, but more like an acquaintance that Baekhyun didn't ever bother to bully or talk bad about—and that was something quite special back in the day.

Baekhyun remembered the doe-eyed man to be quiet but fierce, his grades above average but always a step behind Junmyeon's. Kyungsoo wasn't popular nor unpopular, just extremely average on the social ladder.

Now that Chanyeol talked about how good of a person Kyungsoo was, Baekhyun wished that he had befriended the boy back in senior year.

"I never knew Chanyeol was dating you. I always thought he was dating that one girl," Kyungsoo pointed out and Baekhyun nodded, knowing exactly how he felt.

At first, he was jealous because of how much Wendy knew about Chanyeol and how much Chanyeol seemed to know about her, but every time Chanyeol hugged him and said that he only liked Baekhyun's lips and nobody else's, he got used to the fact that they were only best friends.

Speaking about Chanyeol, the idiot currently had his arms wrapped around his waist, his chest pressed against Baekhyun's back and his breath tickling his ear.

Baekhyun placed a hand on Chanyeol's forearm and leaned into the giant's touch, watching in amusement as Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. "I don't need your mushy-mushy in my kitchen."

"Actually, this is my kitchen," Chanyeol pointed out, "And I should be the one saying that, considering what you've been up to with your hubby."

Kyungsoo blushed and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow, a little surprised at how easy it was to evoke reactions from the chef who seemed to be stone-faced at best. Before the shortest in the room could retort with something, the doors to the kitchen burst open and someone stood in the middle of the two doors.

"Kyung you said you'd be finished already!" a familiar voice yelled and Baekhyun caught the scowl on Chanyeol's face, the shorter twisting in his hold to see who was at the door.

"I keep telling you that this is a chef's only room," Chanyeol began as he too, turned to look at the figure at the door.

When Chanyeol's shoulders were finally out of Baekhyun's vision, he stared at the man who Baekhyun could only guess was Kyungsoo's husband, his body tensing at the sight of tanned skin and perfectly coiffed hair. Chanyeol felt the change, staring down at Baekhyun in curiosity and worry.

Kim Jongin's eyes were currently focused on his husband, but when he took his eyes off to survey the other presences in the room, the atmosphere turned cold when he saw Baekhyun standing in Chanyeol's embrace.

At first, he was only majorly confused, wondering why he was hallucinating Baekhyun with Chanyeol—until he realized that it wasn't a vision at all, and Chanyeol was currently looking at Baekhyun with eyes that Jongin recognized as complete fondness, whispering a few words to Baekhyun that seemed to be out of worry.

And then, he was angry, questioning why Chanyeol would get back with someone such a Baekhyun, after all of the things he'd done. Even if Jongin had already forgiven Baekhyun for the little mishap with Sehun, he always felt sour whenever he thought of the story he had heard of him and Chanyeol.

He took his thoughts off of Baekhyun and instead turned to Kyungsoo, walking further inside and ignoring the awkward silence that had enveloped the place the moment Jongin and Baekhyun had made eye contact.

Baekhyun tried not to focus on the guilty feeling in his stomach, his actions from years before coming back to fill him with regret. He tried to focus on how Chanyeol's arms felt around him, the taller male's hair tickling the side of his cheek. It worked, just like it always had whenever he was in a bad mood, and he turned his head to his boyfriend, planting a chaste kiss onto his lips and smiling, answering Chanyeol's worried questions with: "I'm fine."

Their lunch was cooked by Kyungsoo and served by Kris, the brunet all smiley because of how over protective the giant had become when he saw Kris near Baekhyun. Kris had rolled his eyes while setting down their plates, saying, "Boss, I don't like Baekhyun anymore."

But that seemed to only offend Chanyeol, who began talking about how everyone should like Baekhyun and that Kris was stupid for not liking him—and Baekhyun, finding everything too amusing, stopped Chanyeol with tears in his eyes from laughing too hard, feeling a little embarrassed at the scene Chanyeol was creating in his own restaurant.

They finished eating a little more than an hour later, bringing their plates back by themselves and entering the kitchen, finding Kyungsoo cooking with Jongin beside him, his arm slung over his shoulder.

"Distractions are dangerous," Chanyeol piped up and Kyungsoo completely ignore him, speaking to Jongin in hushed words.

Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun once he realized he was purposefully being ignored, brushing the hair out of Baekhyun's eyes. "I'm going to get back to work. Are you going to be alright now?"

Baekhyun furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what Chanyeol was talking about.

"I heard the rumours about your company and I kind of guessed that your dad would be giving you hell," Chanyeol stated, "Since I have a duty to stalk my boyfriend's work place."

Baekhyun snorted, shaking his head with a sigh soon after, "Yeah, you're completely right... But I'm good now," Baekhyun said, smiling at the giant, "Thanks to you."

Chanyeol returned the smile, planting a kiss onto Baekhyun's forehead, "Good." He turned and grabbed a black apron off of the hook, slipping it on and tying it around his back. "You can either go back to work too, or watch your handsome boyfriend work the kitchen," he winked and Baekhyun laughed, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too widely.

"Yah, can one of you two go help grab some bags of rice with Jongin? It's in the storage room right around the corner," Kyungsoo called and Baekhyun glanced at Chanyeol who shrugged.

Deciding that his boyfriend should be cooking, Baekhyun volunteered, figuring that things couldn't go terribly wrong if he was just getting rice bags with Jongin.

The two ventured out of the kitchen and followed Kyungsoo's instructions, entering the room that said Staff Only and flicking on the light. The room was incredibly neat and Baekhyun congratulated Chanyeol for either cleaning it up daily, or making one of his workers clean it daily.

The automatic door closed behind them and they saught out the said bags of rice, finding five or so bags of them stacked on the shelf at the bottom.

Jongin bent down and pulled two out, picking up one for himself and leaving the other on the floor. Knowing that it was meant for himself, Baekhyun went and picked it up similarly to Jongin.

"Hey," Jongin suddenly spoke up, and Baekhyun turned to him as he positioned the bag over his shoulder for an easier time. "When did you and Chanyeol start dating again?"

Baekhyun faltered at the question, before remembering that Jongin knew about what happened between them in the past. "A few months ago," Baekhyun explained, shuffling awkwardly on his feet.

There was a silence in the room that spoke more than their words earlier, and Baekhyun wondered where he should start on his apology about what had happened between them during high school.

But it seemed that Jongin didn't intend to speak to Baekhyun about that, the conversation steering entirely into his own life.

"You don't deserve Chanyeol," he said, and even if Baekhyun had those exact words in the back of his mind at every second of the day, it felt like a slap in the face. "At least, the Baekhyun that I know doesn't deserve him."

Jongin stared at Baekhyun for a couple of more seconds, as if reading his thoughts and seeing all of the mistakes Baekhyun had done in the past. When he was finished with the examination, he turned and opened the door, his other hand occupied with keeping the bag of rice in his hold.

"I hope you've changed."

And truthfully, Baekhyun hoped so too.

~

"Baekhyun? Are you asleep?" Chanyeol asked, his voice so gentle that Baekhyun barely caught it in his near-sleeping state.

Baekhyun hummed, flattening his cheek against Chanyeol's shoulder and breathing in the scent of his clean clothes, struggling to stay awake to talk a little with Chanyeol.

Chanyeol was fulfilling the end of his deal, the two of them currently on Chanyeol's bed, cuddling after the sun had set. The gentle glow of his lamp illuminated their figures, the two of them ignoring the blanket under them as they stole warmth from each other, bathing in the calm.

"Who is Jongin to you?" Chanyeol suddenly asked, and Baekhyun didn't think too much of it, knowing that Chanyeol had every right to know. "Is he one of your ex-boyfriends?"

Baekhyun shook his head and cracked open his eyes in an attempt to stay awake through the conversation, staring at the door to Chanyeol's room as he spoke. "Nothing of the like," Baekhyun explained, taking in a steady breath to prepare himself. "He was Sehun's boyfriend back in high school." Baekhyun knew that Chanyeol hadn't known that before, since the kid practically lived under a rock social-wise during the entirety of his high school life. "And I... I dated Sehun when he saw dating him too."

Surprisingly, Chanyeol didn't react at all, other than the movement of his arm that Baekhyun's head was currently laying on, bent to wrap around Baekhyun's figure as his fingers began drawing mindless shapes into Baekhyun's ribs and giving him the will to continue.

"I didn't know he was still dating Sehun," Baekhyun admitted, "But I should've never gone for Sehun, after all... I-I made Sehun cheat on Jongin." The shorter took in a shaky breath; just the thought of those memories triggered his emotions and made him feel exactly as how he felt the moment he figured out what had happened back in high school. "Jongin saw us at the park, when Sehun kissed me and then... He confronted me and told me all the words I needed to hear. He broke up with Sehun soon after that."

Baekhyun sniffled, and Chanyeol could feel the wetness of Baekhyun's silent tears on his shirt. "I hated myself a lot, at that time. For hurting you, and then Jongin."

Chanyeol shifted and his arm around Baekhyun's body pulled him up so that he was basically laying on the taller, still on his side. Baekhyun stared up at Chanyeol and the giant used his other hand to wipe the tears from Baekhyun's face, his hold tightening around his small body.

"You didn't know; it wasn't your fault," Chanyeol started, cutting Baekhyun off when the shorter was about to retort something, "If you had known Sehun was still with Jongin, you wouldn't have dated him. Sure, you would still be pining after him but you'd never seriously make a move."

Baekhyun's pouty lips wobbled before he dropped his head on Chanyeol's chest, allowing himself to hear Chanyeol out as he pressed himself into the giant's hold.

"There's always a point in time where people are assholes, and just—unfortunately—your time was during the entirety of high school."

"You've never been an asshole," Baekhyun mumbled absentmindedly, his fingers doing what Chanyeol had been doing earlier and drawing shapes onto Chanyeol's chest.

"Maybe I was an ass when I was a kid and I just can't remember," Chanyeol stated and Baekhyun let out a sigh. "Baek, look at Jongin now. Breaking up with Sehun was a good thing—even if it could've been done in a better situation, Jongin is still happy now. He's with Kyungsoo, the love of his life."

Baekhyun nodded slowly, allowing the healing words to do its job and craning his neck to look up at Chanyeol again. He stared into Chanyeol's round, dark eyes, observing his features for what seemed to be the millionth time.

I love you.

It was on the tip of his tongue, mostly when Chanyeol's face looked funny from the position, making Baekhyun crack a grin despite their earlier topic.

Chanyeol wiped the remnants of his tears off of his face and using Baekhyun's ass as a hold, he pulled Baekhyun up even further. The shorter squeaked at the action and Chanyeol laughed at the cute reaction, wanting to further mess with Baekhyun to lift his mood.

He poked at his side, loving the way Baekhyun tensed as he tried to hold back his laughter.

"Stop it," Baekhyun whined, still feeling tired and wanting to sleep after crying a bit.

Chanyeol's fingers didn't stop, instead, they turned more rebellious, seeking out all of Baekhyun's sensitive spots and tickling him without remorse. Baekhyun squirmed, trying to hold back his laughter while slapping Chanyeol's hands away. He ended up being rolled onto his back, the taller hovering over him as he attempted to tickle Baekhyun further. He hadn't realized that going into that position would only make him more vulnerable to Chanyeol's hands; both of his sides now exposed to Chanyeol's tickling.

The taller's fingers were all over his sides, poking and swirling circles at random spots and making Baekhyun choke on his laughter.

Chanyeol seemed to be intent on making Baekhyun lose air, because before he knew it, he was kissing Baekhyun, the shorter laughing into his mouth when his hands didn't stop.

It was only when Baekhyun deepened the kiss, pulling on Chanyeol's shirt and forcing the taller to steady himself with his other arm, his hand pressing into the mattress beside Baekhyun's arm, did Chanyeol stop tickling him. Their tongues danced as Baekhyun's breath was stolen easily, pulling away to glance into Chanyeol's eyes for a few seconds before he pulled him back down again. Chanyeol led Baekhyun's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, the shorter jolting as he released a deep moan, reduced to a panting mess in less than a minute under Chanyeol's hands.

Baekhyun made a low whining sound as Chanyeol left his lips to instead trace kisses down his jaw and neck, his free hand sliding down Baekhyun's side again, running across his curves. Chanyeol pulled back to stare into Baekhyun's eyes again, and when all he saw was his hooded gaze, looking as if he was begging to be touched, the hand currently on his hips slid up Baekhyun's front, lifting his shirt in the process.

Baekhyun was red in the face, the low lamp in the room illuminating all of his features as Chanyeol leaned down and placed fleeting kisses on his chest, teasing the shorter before he finally gave in and took a rosy nub in between his lips, smiling when Baekhyun's pressed himself into the touch, a mewl leaving his lips. His pretty fingers curled into Chanyeol's dark hair, his breathing coming out in short puffs when Chanyeol gave equal attention to both of his nipples, loving just how much Baekhyun seemed to be enjoying it.

And soon, Chanyeol wanted to hear Baekhyun moaning loudly under him, going back up to kiss Baekhyun as his other hand traveled even further down, coming in contact with Baekhyun's boxers. (He internally thanked the shorter for always foregoing the thought of pants when he was about to sleep.)

He stared at Baekhyun's expression the entire time, the shorter completely embarrassed but too enraptured by Chanyeol's gaze to look away. When Chanyeol's fingers slipped under the fabric and made contact with Baekhyun's length, the brunet's eyes blinked ever so slightly, as if he was tempted to close his eyes but was reminded that he loved the colour of Chanyeol's eyes too much.

Shortly after that, those thoughts disappeared when Chanyeol teased his member out of its confines, looking down at his hand that cradled Baekhyun's length, wondering how he could love everything about the shorter.

Chanyeol's fingers wrapped around Baekhyun's average sized length easily and he swiped his thumb over the leaking slit, using his precum for easier movement as he pumped Baekhyun once, the brunet's jaw going slack as his head lolled back, his eyes fluttering closed when the taller began to jerk him off in a steady rhythm.

Baekhyun was moaning lewdly and Chanyeol enjoyed every second of it, rewarding him as he squeezed his fingers a little tighter and gave Baekhyun rougher jerks. When he swiped the blunt nail of his thumb into Baekhyun's leaking tip, the brunet's hips gave a jerk and his hand went to grasp Chanyeol's wrist, as if he couldn't handle the pleasure that the action had given him.

That didn't deter Chanyeol in the slightest—in fact, he did it again, watching as Baekhyun's face contorted with pleasure, his sounds upping a notch.

"Ch-Chanyeol," Baekhyun breathed, giving a sharp cry when Chanyeol pressed the spot on the underside of his cock, massaging the pads of his fingers into the area.

Baekhyun was so needy, whining into Chanyeol's mouth when Chanyeol leaned down to kiss him, his thumb tracing one of the veins trailing up the side of his member before he started again with a pace faster than the last, the shorter's own hands grasping desperately at Chanyeol's shirt.

Chanyeol could see that Baekhyun was slowly losing himself in the rhythm, his hips bucking against his will as he let out choked noises of appreciation, his boyfriend's hands working him into putty. He sounded so wanton, keening when Chanyeol's hand moved even faster, his voice cracking before he let out multiple noises all higher pitched than the last, the taller squeezing his tip with his fingers.

Chanyeol gave one last, firm jerk before Baekhyun's back arched high off the bed and he orgasmed, his eyes shut tight as Chanyeol's name tumbled out of his lips when Chanyeol kept stroking him still, the shorter's cum splaying all over his stomach in a hot mess.

When Baekhyun's small moans of Chanyeol's name died down and his back made contact with the mattress again, the said man observed the brunet's features, the warm glow of his skin looking all too ethereal, his hair matted to his forehead and his chest rising and falling at a pace that soon turned normal.

Chanyeol realized that Baekhyun had completely passed out, already tired from before; his orgasm becoming the icing on the cake that made him succumb to sleep.

Chanyeol cleaned his hands and wiped Baekhyun off, rearranging his clothes and making sure that nothing got onto the sheets before he laid back down, recovering from an intense blue-balled erection that he was just managing to will down. He pulled Baekhyun into his embrace again, smiling when the shorter unconsciously nuzzled his face into Chanyeol's shirt, just like he had done before the mood flipped.

The taller managed to go to sleep, the sound of his name on Baekhyun's lips the lullaby that sent him off to dreamland.

It was safe to say that the next morning, Chanyeol woke up to Baekhyun returning the favour, his mouth curled sinfully as Chanyeol cursed under his breath.

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Y'all I bet you weren't expecting that *dabs*

On a scale of one to ten how much do I suck at writing smoot—

This is why I never do it, see?

Plus, I wanna get popular for my writing and not for my smut writing, cuz we all gotta admit sometimes the shitty writing has tons of reads because it has smut o.O This is why it took me two years to write smut on this account aha bUT okay sometimes there's rlly good writing out there like Kam's and Su's

This is barely even considered smoot but anyway yeahhhhh

Hope you enjoy the sweetness and dirtiness (while it lasts jKjkjkJKJk)

OKAY BUT WAIT LOOK AT THE PRESENT MY CRUSH/BEST FRIEND GAVE ME

IF THAT AIN'T THE CUTEST PENGUIN THEN IDK WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU ah it's super soft too lol jeez it hurts me soul

P-Nut oot.