Not Intended | CHANBAEK (BOOK I)

How Things Function

Baekhyun thought for a moment before making up his mind. He backed away and turned around, heading back inside the house. "Come back when you're done. If you don't get mine just right, I'm not eating."

"Will you stop being so snobby about how your meat will turn out!?" Chanyeol snapped, turning his head back.

Just before Baekhyun closed the sliding door behind him, he responded. "I don't want colon cancer!" he cried as he shut the door.

Huffing, Chanyeol turned back around to deal with the rest of the cooking that he had to wait around and do. It took a minute and a half of shivering before he realized that Baekhyun had taken the jacket inside the house. Grumbling, Chanyeol went back to retrieve his jacket, but when he tried to slide the door open, he couldn't. Chanyeol's eyes darted to the handle on the other side and just about decided how he was going to end Baekhyun's life.

The fucker had locked the door.

Baekhyun decided to let Chanyeol do his thing by leaving him alone. He went back inside and shrugged the jacket off, setting it back inside a nearby closet. He hadn't realized that he accidentally locked the door until he walked back in the kitchen area and heard Chanyeol banging on the glass, scowling at him.

Even though he should've ran to open the door quickly, Baekhyun took his time walking over and unlocking it. When Baekhyun flicked that lock up, Chanyeol immediately slid that door wide open.

"Don't lock the fucking door!"

"It was an accident," Baekhyun replied honestly.

"Uh huh," Chanyeol said disbelievingly. "Anyways, give me my jacket back."

Baekhyun paused. Then he whined. "I just put that thing away."

"Then go get it."

Baekhyun frowned, but he went ahead and retrieved the jacket, moaning and groaning all the way. And when he was close enough, he threw it over. Chanyeol caught it, gave him a disapproving look before turning back around, thinking about how complicated Baekhyun was making things for him.

Once everything was cooked—perfectly cooked—Baekhyun set the table. He put a fair amount of rice on each of their plates and set two plain glasses by each of them. After the utensils were out, Baekhyun sat down and watched as Chanyeol set a steak for the both of them. Once Chanyeol put all his grilling gear in the sink, he walked towards the hallway.

"I'm changing my shirt. Don't start eating."

"Alright," Baekhyun said dismissively. When he looked down on the meat, he tilted his head. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't exactly colon cancer free either.

When Chanyeol returned, Baekhyun expected him to sit down, but instead he opened the door to the cellar and went downstairs. Baekhyun wasn't amused. He was hungry. But, deciding that manners were manners, he waited until Chanyeol came back with four bottles of wine—each a different brand.

Baekhyun's eyes were wide as he watched Chanyeol set those bottles down right in front of him. "Is today some sort of holiday that involves four bottles of wine..." he muttered.

Chanyeol shook his head as he snatched up the basic glass cups that Baekhyun set and went to replace them with fine wine glasses. "We're just eating dinner."

"With four bottles of rich people wine."

Chanyeol's face was static. "It'll help down the dinner." Setting a glass in from of Baekhyun, Chanyeol took a hand and lifted his head up to him, wrenching Baekhyun's attention away from the wine. "Besides, did you know," Chanyeol started, mocking Baekhyun's did-you-know voice, "that wine's good for the heart?"