7. Park Chanyeol and his corrupted brain
"Ah, Baekhyun-ssi!" The door swung open to an overjoyed Dara noona. She had an apron around her waist and I could just smell chocolate infiltrating the whole house. "Come in!"
Pulled inside, she continued hauling me into the kitchen.
"Ah!" And she didn't give me the time to open my mouth as she shoved in the chocolate fudge wholly.
"How is it?"
Not being able to talk at the moment, I raised two thumbs up, complimenting her good work.
It really was delicious.
If only she didn't almost choke me to death.
She grinned, resting her chin on her palm. "I was expecting you to come here any time soon and I'm glad you did."
"Uh.. "
Chuckling, Dara noona raised her arm up and hands onto my shoulder. She sighed. "Chanyeol could be a bit troublesome, but I do hope you'll put up with the kid till the end. I trust you, Baek-ssi!"
Am I getting married? "Okay."
"Now with that said, could you call him down? You guys are having a lovey dovey date today aren't you?"
I nodded, pacing my way up to the giant's room.
Turning the knob and opening the door slightly, I peeked inside to meet the sight of a big lump on the bed.
It's freakin twelve in the afternoon.
"Yah, wake up." I poked the lump of ball with my toes.
No answer.
Jutting my lower lip outward, I jumped onto the bed and uncovered the sheets forcefully. "Yah! Park Chany-"
It was just a pillow.
"Baek?" I spun my head comically to the source of his voice, only to meet a half naked Chanyeol with just a towel around his waist.
A towel which clung dangerously lower than what I could savor.
My eyes started straying towards his body and damn, those biceps.
Shit, Baek. Get a hold of yourself.
I gulped, feeling the heat radiate my head. "P-park Chanyeol... "
He grinned, massaging his wet soaked locks. Fuck that smile. It should be considered a felony to smile like Park Chanyeol. "G-go change, will you!?"
"Change?" He cocked his head. "Here? Well, okay." He shrugged, slipping his thumb onto the side of his towel and- wait. What is he doing?
"Y-yah!" I speedily stood up from the bed, groping on the pillow in attempt to throw it directly to his stupid face.
Unfortunately, I lost balance.
Being the stupid face that he is, Chanyeol seized my arm, only to have himself pulled in as well.
Still hovering above me, he chuckled. "I was just kidding."
"Well, it's not funny."
"My Baek is so cute!"
"Get off me you twerp." He chuckled, standing back up to his feet. "And who said I belonged to you?"
"But you do." He points out.
"No I don't. I don't remember you asking me to be yours nor do I remember myself saying yes."
He pouts, pointing a finger at me accusingly. "B-but you kissed me!"
"So? In this generation, a kiss means almost nothing."
"Really?"
"Yes, reall-"
So he really got this habit of rudely cutting my sentences with his lips.
Not that I'm complaining.
Taking the initiative, I reeled his body closer, my two arms around his neck.
And feeling his smile onto the kiss, I felt like going insane.
Park Chanyeol, what have you done to me?
"I love you, Baek."
"I hate you."
He only chucked, closing in for another kiss.
It was cute.
Until I felt a hand slipping under the hem of my yellow hooded shirt.
"Y-yah!" I sat back up, head butting his forehead purposely.
"Ow!" He pouts, rubbing his now injured mark. "What was that for?"
"What are those hands doing under my shirt?"
He shrugs, staring back at me aloofly. "In the process of taking your clothes off."
"M-my clothes?!" This fucktard.
"It was on my way. And it wasn't needed."
"Y-you-"
"You said a kiss means nothing, so I thought maybe kicking it up a notch?"
Oh my god. "Idiot!" I yelled, standing back up to my feet and speedily charging my way through the door frame and down the stairs.
"Where are you going?!" He yelled from upstairs, head peeking from his room. "Yah, Byun Baekhyun!"
"Home!"
"Eh?! How bout' our date!"
"Go on a date with yourself, stupid!"
> Noooooooo! Don't leaaaveee meee! /sobs/ <