(Baekyeol) I'd rather do you than those dishes
Title: I'd rather do you than those dishes
Rating: pg
Word count: 2964
Summary: Chanyeol gets demoted, which results in him meeting The Guy aka Byun Baekhyun.
Chanyeol hates washing dishes.
It's not the cleaning part he hates, because actually there's something really gratifying about making a plate look brand new just by scrubbing it with some chemicals and a sponge.
No, it's the touching other people's food part that gets him. He really, really, really does not like touching food that has been mostly eaten, half-eaten, chewed on, or even just touched by someone other than himself. Maybe it has something to do with germs, or he doesn't know, maybe he's just irrational. But he doesn't like it. Period.
And, well, it probably doesn't help that he was just demoted from waiter to dish-washer at his job. It's not his fault at all, though, just sometimes the customers liked to change their order after Chanyeol had already taken it so he'd end up bringing them the wrong meal. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that he wasn't good at remembering. No really, that wasn't the reason at all. Ahem.
But the same excuse only works so many times, so maybe Chanyeol had it coming. If only his boss wasn't a 7 foot tall demon lord, then he might stand a chance of getting out of dish-washing. Just kidding. Ha ha. But since his boss is also the only person taller than him, he figures he should probably just go quietly.
“You’re lucky you kept your job,” Kim Jongin tells him incredulously.
Chanyeol doesn’t know why, but everyone calls him Kim Jongin. Not Jongin, not Kim, not Kim Jong or Jong Kim, or whatever this is starting to not make sense. He’s just Kim Jongin, the guy who’s supposed to do dishes but actually just sleeps in the storage room and it’s a wonder he’s never been caught (shame on you, Mr. 7-foot-tall-demon-lord-boss, didn’t they teach you how to sense when your minions fall asleep?).
“But I don’t even want this job if I have to wash dishes,” Chanyeol says with an exaggerated frown. “What if I end up washing the plate of someone who has a contagious disease and then I catch it and break into hives and diE-”
“Chanyeol, you are not going to die from washing dishes,” says a skeptical Kyungsoo. Chanyeol actually doesn’t even know what his last name is. “You’ll be wearing gloves.”
“But what if it’s an alien disease that can get through gloves and then I’ll grow a second head-”
“Oh god, one head is plenty,” groans Kim Jongin, and Kyungsoo laughs.
“You’ll be fine,” Kyungsoo says, giving Chanyeol a pat on the back. “Even if you do catch an alien disease, I’m sure Mr. Wufan knows some sort of dark magic spell to heal you.” Chanyeol thinks for a moment.
“Oh my god, don’t encourage him!” Kim Jongin hisses.
“Actually, you’re right,” Chanyeol nods. “I think I’ll be OK.”
“See?” Kyungsoo smiles, and Kim Jongin just groans again.
“Did someone mention my name?” says the 7 foot tall demon lord. Kim Jongin yelps and Kyungsoo hides behind him.
“Yeah, we were just-” Chanyeol starts to say.
“-Getting back to work!” Kyungsoo cuts in, grinning widely and laughing. “Right?”
“Yeah!” Kim Jongin nods furiously, hurrying over to the sink where the rest of the dishes are sitting, unwashed. “Come on, Chanyeol,” he adds.
“Well, as long as you’re not slacking off,” says the 7 foot tall demon lord.
OK, so maybe he’s not 7 feet tall, or a real demon lord for that matter, and well, he’s actually pretty nice sometimes if Chanyeol’s being honest, but he still likes pretending.
Kim Jongin gestures for Chanyeol to come join him at the sink.
Oh. Dishes. Chanyeol really does not want to wash those, even if he isn’t going to catch any alien diseases (and get hives grow a second head and dIE-). But he knows Kim Jongin isn’t going to do it. Kim Jongin will wait until Mr. Wufan is out of sight and then tell Chanyeol he’ll “be right back” which is actually just codeword for, “I’m going to go sleep in the storage room, wake me up when it’s closing time.”
Just as Chanyeol is about to start work on those dirty dishes (ick ick ick he thinks he sees seafood on one of the plates and iiiiiccckkkk he hates seafood), Joonmyun pops his head into the kitchen.
“The Guy is here,” he says.
“Great,” Kyungsoo says, sighing with relief. “It’ll be so nice to talk to someone who’s normal.”
The Guy. Chanyeol’s heard about him. Apparently he comes to the restaurant every evening around this time and just chats with the staff. He doesn’t work there, doesn’t order anything, just sits around and chats. Like an ahjumma or something. Chanyeol’s never had the opportunity to meet him, though, since he never used to have to stay and work this late (well, it’s only 7:00, which isn’t too bad, but he liked finishing at 3:00 and having the rest of the day ahead of him. sad face.).
Come to think of it, Chanyeol doesn’t know The Guy’s name, either. Come to think of it, the only person who’s full name Chanyeol does know is Kim Jongin and that’s only because everyone calls him it. And come to think of it, this wouldn’t seem so bad if, you know, Chanyeol hadn’t been working there for over a year. Oops.
Well, he’s still got time to learn their names if he really wants to.
“Hey, everyone!” says a very, very (wow, did Chanyeol say ‘very’ yet because-) pleasant voice as a very, very (again, a lot of emphasis needed on the ‘very’-) attractive boy walks into the kitchen. Chanyeol knows he’s kind of gawking when Kyungsoo stomps very, very (more emphasis, but not in a good way this time, sigh) hard on his foot. He kind of whimpers a bit, which turns a set of very, very (OK, he needs a new word here) charming chocolate brown eyes upon him.
“Oh?” says the boy who Chanyeol assumes is The Guy. Wow is it possible for one person to look so positively wonderful and amazing, and just by walking into a room, because- “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”
Chanyeol’s tongue doesn’t seem to be connected to his brain, so Kyungsoo hurriedly takes over with, “No, he’s not necessarily new, he just, um, got demoted so he’s working later now. He used to get out around 3:00? Is that right, Chanyeol?” Chanyeol tears his eyes away from The Guy to look at Kyungsoo and nod a little before returning to staring. Sure, it’s probably really creepy, but hey, that’s one thing Chanyeol is good at. You know, besides hating washing dishes.
Oh. Dishes.
Welp, those can wait.
“Chanyeol?” The Guy repeats.
“Park Chanyeol,” Chanyeol finally says. “But yeah, everyone calls me Chanyeol.” The Guy smiles, and it’s so bright that Chanyeol has to squint his eyes because he’s actually worried for a second that he’ll go blind if he looks directly at it.
“My name’s Byun Baekhyun,” The Guy says, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol says. He’s really starting to wonder why he never stayed to meet The Guy before now. Dishes or no dishes.
“Well-”
“You’re really hot,” Chanyeol blurts. He was going for a better, more descriptive adjective, like maybe stunning or breathtaking or even perfect, but he guesses he can’t really count on his mouth at the moment. The Guy, aka Byun Baekhyun, stares at him.
“Please excuse him, he’s mentally retarded,” Kim Jongin pokes his head out from the storage room. How come everyone seems to know whenever Chanyeol says something that isn’t 100% intelligent (which is all the time, and oh, that might explain things).
“Um?” Baekhyun (is it OK to call him that? Or does Chanyeol have to stick with The Guy?) says uncertainly.
“I don’t think ‘mentally retarded’ is the correct terminology,” Kyungsoo says matter-of-factly. “Maybe just ‘special’ would be a little better.”
“Wow, you guys are so nice, my besties,” Chanyeol grins widely, patting Kyungsoo very, very (oh, that word again) hard on the back. “I should report you to Mr. 7-foot-tall-demon-lord for verbal harassment and then he’ll put a curse on you so you’ll turn into a buffalo-”
“Why a buffalo??” Kyungsoo wails.
“Did someone say my name?” asks Mr. Wufan. Wow, Chanyeol hadn’t expected him to respond to that title. Welp. “And hello, Baekhyun, nice to see you.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun says, looking a little bewildered.
Mr. Wufan makes everyone get back to work. For once he notices Kim Jongin in the storage room, but he doesn’t do anything about it, just tells Chanyeol to wash all the dishes thoroughly (Chanyeol knows this just means the 7 foot tall demon lord will take revenge on Kim Jongin via dark magic later, and to be honest, he’s completely fine with that).
Chanyeol still hates doing dishes, and voices this opinion every chance he gets, interrupting whatever Kyungsoo and The Guy aka Byun Baekhyun are talking about. Kyungsoo gives him ‘shut-the-fuck-up-before-i-shove-that-seafood-covered-plate-down-your-throat’ looks while Baekhyun smiles sympathetically. And maybe Chanyeol keeps complaining just so Baekhyun will smile at him. Ha ha, just kidding. Or is he.
And at first Chanyeol thought it was weird that Mr. Wufan would let someone hang around without buying any food or doing any work, but if it's Baekhyun, it makes sense. A lot of sense. Especially if Byun Baekhyun is actually an angel or some other heavenly being, so the 7 foot tall demon lord can't do anything to harm him. Ha ha. But seriously.
Chanyeol doesn't notice the time passing until Kyungsoo announces his departure with a "I must leave you all now, my shift has come to an end," in a feigned regretful tone that makes Chanyeol flick dirty dish soap at him. Baekhyun laughs, which sounds a lot like a symphony orchestra to Chanyeol's ears, so he flicks more dish soap at Kyungsoo's retreating figure just to hear it again.
Joonmyun bids them goodbye a little after that. He's soon followed by the few other employees that Chanyeol still doesn't know the names of (oops, he really should work on that). Even Kim Jongin slinks out of the storage room and sleepily waves at Chanyeol on his way out (great, now Chanyeol really does have to do the dishes on his own).
"Hey, Chanyeol," Mr. Wufan pokes his head into the kitchen. "Oh," he pauses and says, "Baekhyun, you haven't left yet?" which causes Chanyeol to abruptly look back and see that the angelic boy is still loitering in the kitchen behind him.
"Yeah," Baekhyun hums, smiling.
"Well, suit yourself," Mr. Wufan shrugs before addressing Chanyeol again. "So Chanyeol, I have a date this evening. Can I get you to lock up the restaurant for me once you finish the dishes?"
"Why?" Chanyeol asks. "You're the demon lord, can't you just use your mind to lock up?" Baekhyun snorts and Mr. Wufan gives him a look.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," says the 7 foot tall demon lord (maybe Chanyeol should stop calling him that if he doesn't want to be cursed).
"Well, if I remember," Chanyeol says. "I might just forget. You know me," he sighs, "Always forgetting everything."
"I won't say I trust you," Mr. Wufan frowns, "Because I don't. But Baekhyun, you're staying, right? Can you make sure he locks up?" Baekhyun's eyes widen.
"W-well- I mean- But I was going to leave soon-" he sputters, cheeks blushing light pink. Ooo, that's a nice color on him.
"Great," Mr. Wufan grins (if you can call it grinning). "Thanks, you guys. I'll leave the keys over here on the counter." Then he hightails it out of there before Baekhyun can protest.
Baekhyun stares after him for a moment before nervously licking his lips and glancing back at Chanyeol (who, mind you, was totally not staring creepily at him again). "You don't, um," he licks his lips again (which he really shouldn't do now that he and Chanyeol are alone, unless he really wants Chanyeol to jump him), "you don't think you could hurry that up, do you?"
"I'd love to, believe me," Chanyeol sighs, duly shaking his head. "But alas, these dishes just don't like me, therefore they refuse to be washed quickly and multiply when I'm not looking." Baekhyun snorts again and holds a hand over his mouth to conceal a smile (nooo, Chanyeol thinks, let me see!). "Maybe this would go faster if I had some help? Someone to keep an eye on those naughty plates and make sure they don't plot against me?" Baekhyun lowers his hand to give Chanyeol a playful quizzical look before he slowly walks over to the sink and stands beside him. It's about now that Chanyeol notices their height difference (wow, he's shorter than I realized, Chanyeol thinks).
"I guess I could do that," Baekhyun nods, humming thoughtfully. He retrieves a pair of gloves from under the sink and starts rinsing off some of the dishes.
Chanyeol was right, it does go faster with two people working at it. While they work, he and Baekhyun talk, crack jokes, laugh, and suddenly doing the dishes doesn't seem so bad to Chanyeol. Baekhyun is funny, intelligent, and possibly the cutest person Chanyeol has ever met, which doesn't help at all with his already persistent urge to jump Baekhyun.
They finish washing the dishes after a little while. Chanyeol actually purposefully washes the last few plates as slowly as possible (you hear that, seafood? Feel free to take your time coming off this dish) just so that he can prolong the time he spends with Baekhyun.
"So you're going to be working this shift from now on?" Baekhyun asks as he watches Chanyeol dry his hands off with a towel before offering the towel to the shorter boy. Their hands brush against each other for a brief second, and Baekhyun gasps and recoils, bright red blush blush spreading across his face. Chanyeol reaaallllyy likes that color on him.
"Yeah," Chanyeol answers, again offering the towel to Baekhyun. "It's unfortunate, considering it was all plotted by the customers with their stupid game of 'let's change our order after we've already ordered so Park Chanyeol gets to demoted to washing dishes,' but I guess I'll survive somehow," he shrugs, winking as Baekhyun takes the towel.
"Um, yeah," Baekhyun nods, looking at the ground as he dries his hands. He's so abominably adorable that Chanyeol forgets to think for a moment.
"You're really too cute for your own good," he blurts. Oops. He really needs to learn how to connect his brain to his mouth so he doesn't just spout whatever he thinks. Oh, and Baekhyun's blushing even more brightly. Not good, Chanyeol thinks as he feels himself inch closer to the shorter boy.
"Th-thanks?" Baekhyun mutters, squeaking as Chanyeol’s arm brushes against his. “Y-you’re really forward?” He squeaks again as he takes a step back and finds himself hindered by the counter. Chanyeol closes the distance between the two of them, smiling widely.
“Thanks,” he says, leaning even more close to Baekhyun. He’s got his hands on the counter, sort of trapping Baekhyun beneath him. “So if I’m forward, does that mean I can kiss you right now?” He continues, and he knows that most people don’t usually ask before they kiss someone, but considering he plans on kissing Baekhyun regardless, he figures he might as well.
“Ummf-” Baekhyun grunts as Chanyeol bumps their lips together.
It doesn’t go as well as he’d hoped, but Baekhyun doesn’t push him away. In fact, the shorter boy shifts and raises one hand to grip the back of Chanyeol’s head and deepen the kiss. He squirms slightly as Chanyeol presses him harder against the counter and eagerly slips his tongue into Baekhyun’s mouth. Chanyeol fingers the hem of Baekhyun’s shirt, feeling a jolt of pleasure as Baekhyun moans into the kiss when he brushes against the smooth skin of the shorter boy’s abdomen. Baekhyun shudders, biting back another moan as Chanyeol plants a few kisses along his neck and nibbles hard enough to leave a mark.
“W-wait, Ch-Chanyeol,” Baekhyun breathes, writhing as the taller boy feels up his shirt, lips still occupied with his neck, “Th-this, mmf-” he’s cut off as Chanyeol lifts him up to sit him down on the counter and resumes kissing his lips. Baekhyun tastes really good, and Chanyeol does not want him talking and ruining this perfect moment. He’s weirdly sentimental about things like this.
After a while, when he’s satisfied, he pulls away, letting a panting Baekhyun rest his head on his shoulder. Baekhyun is really good at kissing. And if doing the dishes everyday means he can get some of this, he doesn’t know if he’ll mind so much.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Chanyeol asks with a wide smile, and he knows it’s corny, but seriously, whatever.
“Oh my god,” Baekhyun says breathlessly, laughing, “You’re so weird. What even are you?”
“Um, is that a trick question or because I-” Chanyeol starts, but Baekhyun kisses him again.
Wouldn’t it have been awkward if Mr. 7 foot tall demon lord had been spying on them using his black magic mind vision? Ha ha. Ahem. But really.
Chanyeol finds himself actually looking forward to doing the dishes now. Or is it the dishes he’s looking forward to doing? Ha ha, Just kidding. Or is he.
Rating: pg
Word count: 2964
Summary: Chanyeol gets demoted, which results in him meeting The Guy aka Byun Baekhyun.
Chanyeol hates washing dishes.
It's not the cleaning part he hates, because actually there's something really gratifying about making a plate look brand new just by scrubbing it with some chemicals and a sponge.
No, it's the touching other people's food part that gets him. He really, really, really does not like touching food that has been mostly eaten, half-eaten, chewed on, or even just touched by someone other than himself. Maybe it has something to do with germs, or he doesn't know, maybe he's just irrational. But he doesn't like it. Period.
And, well, it probably doesn't help that he was just demoted from waiter to dish-washer at his job. It's not his fault at all, though, just sometimes the customers liked to change their order after Chanyeol had already taken it so he'd end up bringing them the wrong meal. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that he wasn't good at remembering. No really, that wasn't the reason at all. Ahem.
But the same excuse only works so many times, so maybe Chanyeol had it coming. If only his boss wasn't a 7 foot tall demon lord, then he might stand a chance of getting out of dish-washing. Just kidding. Ha ha. But since his boss is also the only person taller than him, he figures he should probably just go quietly.
“You’re lucky you kept your job,” Kim Jongin tells him incredulously.
Chanyeol doesn’t know why, but everyone calls him Kim Jongin. Not Jongin, not Kim, not Kim Jong or Jong Kim, or whatever this is starting to not make sense. He’s just Kim Jongin, the guy who’s supposed to do dishes but actually just sleeps in the storage room and it’s a wonder he’s never been caught (shame on you, Mr. 7-foot-tall-demon-lord-boss, didn’t they teach you how to sense when your minions fall asleep?).
“But I don’t even want this job if I have to wash dishes,” Chanyeol says with an exaggerated frown. “What if I end up washing the plate of someone who has a contagious disease and then I catch it and break into hives and diE-”
“Chanyeol, you are not going to die from washing dishes,” says a skeptical Kyungsoo. Chanyeol actually doesn’t even know what his last name is. “You’ll be wearing gloves.”
“But what if it’s an alien disease that can get through gloves and then I’ll grow a second head-”
“Oh god, one head is plenty,” groans Kim Jongin, and Kyungsoo laughs.
“You’ll be fine,” Kyungsoo says, giving Chanyeol a pat on the back. “Even if you do catch an alien disease, I’m sure Mr. Wufan knows some sort of dark magic spell to heal you.” Chanyeol thinks for a moment.
“Oh my god, don’t encourage him!” Kim Jongin hisses.
“Actually, you’re right,” Chanyeol nods. “I think I’ll be OK.”
“See?” Kyungsoo smiles, and Kim Jongin just groans again.
“Did someone mention my name?” says the 7 foot tall demon lord. Kim Jongin yelps and Kyungsoo hides behind him.
“Yeah, we were just-” Chanyeol starts to say.
“-Getting back to work!” Kyungsoo cuts in, grinning widely and laughing. “Right?”
“Yeah!” Kim Jongin nods furiously, hurrying over to the sink where the rest of the dishes are sitting, unwashed. “Come on, Chanyeol,” he adds.
“Well, as long as you’re not slacking off,” says the 7 foot tall demon lord.
OK, so maybe he’s not 7 feet tall, or a real demon lord for that matter, and well, he’s actually pretty nice sometimes if Chanyeol’s being honest, but he still likes pretending.
Kim Jongin gestures for Chanyeol to come join him at the sink.
Oh. Dishes. Chanyeol really does not want to wash those, even if he isn’t going to catch any alien diseases (and get hives grow a second head and dIE-). But he knows Kim Jongin isn’t going to do it. Kim Jongin will wait until Mr. Wufan is out of sight and then tell Chanyeol he’ll “be right back” which is actually just codeword for, “I’m going to go sleep in the storage room, wake me up when it’s closing time.”
Just as Chanyeol is about to start work on those dirty dishes (ick ick ick he thinks he sees seafood on one of the plates and iiiiiccckkkk he hates seafood), Joonmyun pops his head into the kitchen.
“The Guy is here,” he says.
“Great,” Kyungsoo says, sighing with relief. “It’ll be so nice to talk to someone who’s normal.”
The Guy. Chanyeol’s heard about him. Apparently he comes to the restaurant every evening around this time and just chats with the staff. He doesn’t work there, doesn’t order anything, just sits around and chats. Like an ahjumma or something. Chanyeol’s never had the opportunity to meet him, though, since he never used to have to stay and work this late (well, it’s only 7:00, which isn’t too bad, but he liked finishing at 3:00 and having the rest of the day ahead of him. sad face.).
Come to think of it, Chanyeol doesn’t know The Guy’s name, either. Come to think of it, the only person who’s full name Chanyeol does know is Kim Jongin and that’s only because everyone calls him it. And come to think of it, this wouldn’t seem so bad if, you know, Chanyeol hadn’t been working there for over a year. Oops.
Well, he’s still got time to learn their names if he really wants to.
“Hey, everyone!” says a very, very (wow, did Chanyeol say ‘very’ yet because-) pleasant voice as a very, very (again, a lot of emphasis needed on the ‘very’-) attractive boy walks into the kitchen. Chanyeol knows he’s kind of gawking when Kyungsoo stomps very, very (more emphasis, but not in a good way this time, sigh) hard on his foot. He kind of whimpers a bit, which turns a set of very, very (OK, he needs a new word here) charming chocolate brown eyes upon him.
“Oh?” says the boy who Chanyeol assumes is The Guy. Wow is it possible for one person to look so positively wonderful and amazing, and just by walking into a room, because- “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”
Chanyeol’s tongue doesn’t seem to be connected to his brain, so Kyungsoo hurriedly takes over with, “No, he’s not necessarily new, he just, um, got demoted so he’s working later now. He used to get out around 3:00? Is that right, Chanyeol?” Chanyeol tears his eyes away from The Guy to look at Kyungsoo and nod a little before returning to staring. Sure, it’s probably really creepy, but hey, that’s one thing Chanyeol is good at. You know, besides hating washing dishes.
Oh. Dishes.
Welp, those can wait.
“Chanyeol?” The Guy repeats.
“Park Chanyeol,” Chanyeol finally says. “But yeah, everyone calls me Chanyeol.” The Guy smiles, and it’s so bright that Chanyeol has to squint his eyes because he’s actually worried for a second that he’ll go blind if he looks directly at it.
“My name’s Byun Baekhyun,” The Guy says, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol says. He’s really starting to wonder why he never stayed to meet The Guy before now. Dishes or no dishes.
“Well-”
“You’re really hot,” Chanyeol blurts. He was going for a better, more descriptive adjective, like maybe stunning or breathtaking or even perfect, but he guesses he can’t really count on his mouth at the moment. The Guy, aka Byun Baekhyun, stares at him.
“Please excuse him, he’s mentally retarded,” Kim Jongin pokes his head out from the storage room. How come everyone seems to know whenever Chanyeol says something that isn’t 100% intelligent (which is all the time, and oh, that might explain things).
“Um?” Baekhyun (is it OK to call him that? Or does Chanyeol have to stick with The Guy?) says uncertainly.
“I don’t think ‘mentally retarded’ is the correct terminology,” Kyungsoo says matter-of-factly. “Maybe just ‘special’ would be a little better.”
“Wow, you guys are so nice, my besties,” Chanyeol grins widely, patting Kyungsoo very, very (oh, that word again) hard on the back. “I should report you to Mr. 7-foot-tall-demon-lord for verbal harassment and then he’ll put a curse on you so you’ll turn into a buffalo-”
“Why a buffalo??” Kyungsoo wails.
“Did someone say my name?” asks Mr. Wufan. Wow, Chanyeol hadn’t expected him to respond to that title. Welp. “And hello, Baekhyun, nice to see you.”
“Yeah,” Baekhyun says, looking a little bewildered.
Mr. Wufan makes everyone get back to work. For once he notices Kim Jongin in the storage room, but he doesn’t do anything about it, just tells Chanyeol to wash all the dishes thoroughly (Chanyeol knows this just means the 7 foot tall demon lord will take revenge on Kim Jongin via dark magic later, and to be honest, he’s completely fine with that).
Chanyeol still hates doing dishes, and voices this opinion every chance he gets, interrupting whatever Kyungsoo and The Guy aka Byun Baekhyun are talking about. Kyungsoo gives him ‘shut-the-fuck-up-before-i-shove-that-seafood-covered-plate-down-your-throat’ looks while Baekhyun smiles sympathetically. And maybe Chanyeol keeps complaining just so Baekhyun will smile at him. Ha ha, just kidding. Or is he.
And at first Chanyeol thought it was weird that Mr. Wufan would let someone hang around without buying any food or doing any work, but if it's Baekhyun, it makes sense. A lot of sense. Especially if Byun Baekhyun is actually an angel or some other heavenly being, so the 7 foot tall demon lord can't do anything to harm him. Ha ha. But seriously.
Chanyeol doesn't notice the time passing until Kyungsoo announces his departure with a "I must leave you all now, my shift has come to an end," in a feigned regretful tone that makes Chanyeol flick dirty dish soap at him. Baekhyun laughs, which sounds a lot like a symphony orchestra to Chanyeol's ears, so he flicks more dish soap at Kyungsoo's retreating figure just to hear it again.
Joonmyun bids them goodbye a little after that. He's soon followed by the few other employees that Chanyeol still doesn't know the names of (oops, he really should work on that). Even Kim Jongin slinks out of the storage room and sleepily waves at Chanyeol on his way out (great, now Chanyeol really does have to do the dishes on his own).
"Hey, Chanyeol," Mr. Wufan pokes his head into the kitchen. "Oh," he pauses and says, "Baekhyun, you haven't left yet?" which causes Chanyeol to abruptly look back and see that the angelic boy is still loitering in the kitchen behind him.
"Yeah," Baekhyun hums, smiling.
"Well, suit yourself," Mr. Wufan shrugs before addressing Chanyeol again. "So Chanyeol, I have a date this evening. Can I get you to lock up the restaurant for me once you finish the dishes?"
"Why?" Chanyeol asks. "You're the demon lord, can't you just use your mind to lock up?" Baekhyun snorts and Mr. Wufan gives him a look.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," says the 7 foot tall demon lord (maybe Chanyeol should stop calling him that if he doesn't want to be cursed).
"Well, if I remember," Chanyeol says. "I might just forget. You know me," he sighs, "Always forgetting everything."
"I won't say I trust you," Mr. Wufan frowns, "Because I don't. But Baekhyun, you're staying, right? Can you make sure he locks up?" Baekhyun's eyes widen.
"W-well- I mean- But I was going to leave soon-" he sputters, cheeks blushing light pink. Ooo, that's a nice color on him.
"Great," Mr. Wufan grins (if you can call it grinning). "Thanks, you guys. I'll leave the keys over here on the counter." Then he hightails it out of there before Baekhyun can protest.
Baekhyun stares after him for a moment before nervously licking his lips and glancing back at Chanyeol (who, mind you, was totally not staring creepily at him again). "You don't, um," he licks his lips again (which he really shouldn't do now that he and Chanyeol are alone, unless he really wants Chanyeol to jump him), "you don't think you could hurry that up, do you?"
"I'd love to, believe me," Chanyeol sighs, duly shaking his head. "But alas, these dishes just don't like me, therefore they refuse to be washed quickly and multiply when I'm not looking." Baekhyun snorts again and holds a hand over his mouth to conceal a smile (nooo, Chanyeol thinks, let me see!). "Maybe this would go faster if I had some help? Someone to keep an eye on those naughty plates and make sure they don't plot against me?" Baekhyun lowers his hand to give Chanyeol a playful quizzical look before he slowly walks over to the sink and stands beside him. It's about now that Chanyeol notices their height difference (wow, he's shorter than I realized, Chanyeol thinks).
"I guess I could do that," Baekhyun nods, humming thoughtfully. He retrieves a pair of gloves from under the sink and starts rinsing off some of the dishes.
Chanyeol was right, it does go faster with two people working at it. While they work, he and Baekhyun talk, crack jokes, laugh, and suddenly doing the dishes doesn't seem so bad to Chanyeol. Baekhyun is funny, intelligent, and possibly the cutest person Chanyeol has ever met, which doesn't help at all with his already persistent urge to jump Baekhyun.
They finish washing the dishes after a little while. Chanyeol actually purposefully washes the last few plates as slowly as possible (you hear that, seafood? Feel free to take your time coming off this dish) just so that he can prolong the time he spends with Baekhyun.
"So you're going to be working this shift from now on?" Baekhyun asks as he watches Chanyeol dry his hands off with a towel before offering the towel to the shorter boy. Their hands brush against each other for a brief second, and Baekhyun gasps and recoils, bright red blush blush spreading across his face. Chanyeol reaaallllyy likes that color on him.
"Yeah," Chanyeol answers, again offering the towel to Baekhyun. "It's unfortunate, considering it was all plotted by the customers with their stupid game of 'let's change our order after we've already ordered so Park Chanyeol gets to demoted to washing dishes,' but I guess I'll survive somehow," he shrugs, winking as Baekhyun takes the towel.
"Um, yeah," Baekhyun nods, looking at the ground as he dries his hands. He's so abominably adorable that Chanyeol forgets to think for a moment.
"You're really too cute for your own good," he blurts. Oops. He really needs to learn how to connect his brain to his mouth so he doesn't just spout whatever he thinks. Oh, and Baekhyun's blushing even more brightly. Not good, Chanyeol thinks as he feels himself inch closer to the shorter boy.
"Th-thanks?" Baekhyun mutters, squeaking as Chanyeol’s arm brushes against his. “Y-you’re really forward?” He squeaks again as he takes a step back and finds himself hindered by the counter. Chanyeol closes the distance between the two of them, smiling widely.
“Thanks,” he says, leaning even more close to Baekhyun. He’s got his hands on the counter, sort of trapping Baekhyun beneath him. “So if I’m forward, does that mean I can kiss you right now?” He continues, and he knows that most people don’t usually ask before they kiss someone, but considering he plans on kissing Baekhyun regardless, he figures he might as well.
“Ummf-” Baekhyun grunts as Chanyeol bumps their lips together.
It doesn’t go as well as he’d hoped, but Baekhyun doesn’t push him away. In fact, the shorter boy shifts and raises one hand to grip the back of Chanyeol’s head and deepen the kiss. He squirms slightly as Chanyeol presses him harder against the counter and eagerly slips his tongue into Baekhyun’s mouth. Chanyeol fingers the hem of Baekhyun’s shirt, feeling a jolt of pleasure as Baekhyun moans into the kiss when he brushes against the smooth skin of the shorter boy’s abdomen. Baekhyun shudders, biting back another moan as Chanyeol plants a few kisses along his neck and nibbles hard enough to leave a mark.
“W-wait, Ch-Chanyeol,” Baekhyun breathes, writhing as the taller boy feels up his shirt, lips still occupied with his neck, “Th-this, mmf-” he’s cut off as Chanyeol lifts him up to sit him down on the counter and resumes kissing his lips. Baekhyun tastes really good, and Chanyeol does not want him talking and ruining this perfect moment. He’s weirdly sentimental about things like this.
After a while, when he’s satisfied, he pulls away, letting a panting Baekhyun rest his head on his shoulder. Baekhyun is really good at kissing. And if doing the dishes everyday means he can get some of this, he doesn’t know if he’ll mind so much.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Chanyeol asks with a wide smile, and he knows it’s corny, but seriously, whatever.
“Oh my god,” Baekhyun says breathlessly, laughing, “You’re so weird. What even are you?”
“Um, is that a trick question or because I-” Chanyeol starts, but Baekhyun kisses him again.
Wouldn’t it have been awkward if Mr. 7 foot tall demon lord had been spying on them using his black magic mind vision? Ha ha. Ahem. But really.
Chanyeol finds himself actually looking forward to doing the dishes now. Or is it the dishes he’s looking forward to doing? Ha ha, Just kidding. Or is he.