Humor Me
Humor Me
Pairing: chanyeol/baekhyun
rating: nc-17
warning: i can't fucking smut for shit and i cant do dirty talk for shit. thank you
word count: 2.7k
sypnosis: Chanyeol gets a pre-paid call in the night and shamelessly goes along with it.
a/n: This was supposed to be written for Valentines Day 2015, but my ass lazy, my ass hurts. I finished it just now, took a small break bc my mom came in and talked to be about college. Sorry mum :--( Was writing le pron. Anyways, enjoy. I hate writing smut a;sldkfja;slkdfj
February 7th started and ended in fire. First, there was the business deal with the financial tycoon, the Byun Corporation. After getting backed up by traffic by nearly thirty minutes, running late to the meeting proved to be deadly. Just as Chanyeol burst through the elevator doors to begin running over to the meeting room, he passed a group of men, the shortest one of them being in front. They moved briskly without sparing a glance at him, and, at the time, the frustrated Vice President of Marketing thought nothing of it until he entered an empty room with no one inside except for his subordinates, all of who were putting their belongings back into their suitcases.
“Where’s Byun?” he immediately asked.
“Didn’t you see him on his way out?”
The meeting was out of the ordinary. Chanyeol wasn’t supposed to negotiate with the younger Byun. He was supposed to negotiate with Byun senior, but as rumors went, the old man felt like giving the job to his son at the last minute, which was another thing that was set against Chanyeol’s luck. He had no idea who the guy was other than the fact that his last name was Byun.
Groaning, Chanyeol hung his head. “So, that was him.”
“A little bit shorter than you, but he was awfully scary, Chanyeol.”
“Oh, really?” The vp took a seat from the round table and sat down. “He looked like a girl.”
“His fair complexion deceived us all…”
“Did he say anything about the deal, Jongin?”
The associate nodded. “He said to forget about it.”
“Fucking great...”
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Other than the fall out of the negotiation, which resulted in a heated burn session by his seniors, Chanyeol then found himself single.
His girlfriend didn’t even have the decency to do it all in person, either, which made the entire thing even more infuriating. All he got when he arrived back to their condo (legally in his name) was a note on the kitchen counter that listed all his “faults”--according to her.
1. You’re a workaholic
2. You never have time for me anymore.
3. You’re always on your phone.
4. You don’t want a committed relationship anymore.
5. We don’t have sex.
6. When was the last time we went on a date?
7. You’re too tired all the time.
8. You push me away.
9. You never want to talk. Ever.
10. You constantly ignore my…
He never actually finished the tenth. Tightening his hand into a fist, he crumpled the list and tossed it into a metal bin.
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With his hair pointing in all directions, Chanyeol felt like dropping dead. Sometimes, work had its backlashes, but that was something out of his control. Yawning, he stretched, leaning back against his chair after dropping the pen in his hand on the table. Deciding he needed a drink, he got up and walked through the condo in the dark, practically exploring the walls for the light switches.
After a getting a glass and filling it with water (filtered by a state of the art filter he installed just months ago), he began to head back, only to stop at the sound of his cell phone blaring from the inside of his bedroom.
Looking into the dark space, he contemplated his choices. It was one in the morning. It was doubtful the call could be an emergency. Or maybe it was and it was dire. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chanyeol caved. He walked in his bedroom and pulled his phone from its charger against the wall. The number was unfamiliar, but he swiped to answer, regardless.
"Park C--"
"Honey..."
Freezing, Chanyeol drew his brows together. Did that voice just moan ? Before he could even begin to inform the person on the other line that perhaps they had made a mistake, he heard another moan.
"I have two fingers inside of me... but I really wish I had your cock instead..."
Unsure of how to react, Chanyeol slowly took a seat at the edge of his bed. Unconsciously, he dragged at hand on his thigh. A blaring siren in his head told him to hang the call and spare the other the embarrassment, but his hand refused to comply.
"Are you dressed?" When Chanyeol didn't answer, he heard a low laugh. "Take your pants off for me. I want you holding that cock of yours."
Jesus Christ. It didn't sound like the voice of of a woman, but that wasn't stopping his length from slowly swelling up just from the thought of this stranger fingering their tight little-- Fuck. Maybe he was out of his damn mind or maybe he was just too damn tired to think clearly. How much time had passed since Dara broke it off? A few days, perhaps, but the last time they had sex was far gone from his memory, having been so long ago.
Groaning, Chanyeol gave in to the urge and snapped the button in the front of his pants free.
“Are you out, baby? Are you touching yourself like I am?”
Gritting his teeth, Chanyeol hung his head, eyes down. Wordlessly, he grunted in response in the midst of slowly reaching beneath the bands of his briefs.
“Good...Ahhh….fuck. I’m in so deep, baby, but I’m not deep enough. I need you...I need you inside, fucking me. Fucking my sweet, small cunt--ah! Fuck!”
Chanyeol’s breathing began to quicken. His phone buzzed, a notification popping up when he pulled away for a second to check, but it was nothing. Just a close business friend texting him drunkenly from what he could see from the preview. Chanyeol didn’t actually know for sure. The slutty moans on the other line were preoccupying him.
“Baby, I’m so close. I’m so wet for you already. I want you to slide your thick cock in me so badly… I’ve been thinking about riding you all day. You like that?”
Groaning, Chanyeol shut his eyes. Yeah, he did like it. Whoever it was on the line, they were doing a damn good job keeping his hand pumping his own dick. He couldn't help himself from smearing the precum down the length to ease the motions.
“I wouldn’t ride you easy. I’d ride you hard, let you pound me when we meet in the middle until I’m screaming your name.”
Quickening his pace, Chanyeol began to feel hot and sticky, but he didn’t have enough hands. One was holding his cell phone and the other was trying to get him off. Falling back on the bed, he continued stroking himself with the fantasy of the purring caller grinding and taking in his cock like it was something to be owned.
Maybe it was due to the fact that he hadn’t been jacking off like a teenage hormone-filled boy for a while, but it didn’t take long for Chanyeol come, his rough hands squeezing the base of his cock, balls warm and pleasantly abused from all the times he fondled them for the stimuli.
He came down easily, hearing the soft laughter from the individual on the other line. After his head started to clear, his head began to wonder again, who was this person?
With his breathing still slightly unsteady, he finally spoke, but being the business professional that he was, he spoke in a manner that pertained to trade and, well, business. He thought it was the best--and the most appropriate approach.
“When should I, uh…” Chanyeol paused for a second, catching his breath. He sounded too exhausted and satisfied. It was a bit embarrassing despite the fact that they weren't even talking face to face. “The bill. When should I expect it? Or do you take electronic payments?”
The pleasant laughter stopped as the caller took a moment to hum as if thinking about it. “Such a polite man. Don’t worry about it, baby. Consider my services paid for by a close friend.”
“Friend? Who?”
“I don’t reveal customer identities, honey. Now, can you answer one very important question for me?”
“I want to know who--”
“On a scale of one to five--one being the worst, five being the best--how satisfied are you with me?”
“What?”
“I’m asking you to rate me, baby.”
“Five,” Chanyeol told them without thinking. Then again, it really didn’t require that much thinking to begin with. “But--”
“Thank you, honey. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful sleep.”
With that, the call ended and Chanyeol was left to stare at the screen for a few minutes before experimentally trying to call the person back. The line, however, was already busy. It took one long shower and thirty minutes of getting ready for actual sleep but Chanyeol eventually ran to that fear that for all he knew, he could’ve just been scammed. Someone could’ve called him on purpose and recorded the entire session, because who wouldn’t love the scandalous headlines about him jacking off his dick to an anonymous late night caller?
Chanyeol barely got any sleep once the idea of being recorded got to him. He tossed and he turned, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Who the fuck was that?
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Standing in line at Starbucks wasn’t the most ideal place to be. He should’ve just let his assistant run over and get him his usual cup of bitter ugly caffeine, but Chanyeol was running late to his own job and he couldn’t wait another minute for coffee.
The line was moving slow, and Chanyeol could only guess that it was because that particular store put in place a new worker who looked like they were struggling with working fast, something that someone would get the boot for in his company.
He began to mindlessly tap his foot, impatient and ready to get out of there, unaware that with every tap, he was bothering the person next to him. Finally, it became too much apparently, because before he knew it, the individual in front of him turned around, gently putting his foot over Chanyeol’s to stop the noise.
“Listen, honey, I get it. You want your coffee or your frappucino, whatever will get you through the morning, but the girl’s working as fast as she can, alright?”
Chanyeol only stared. The man looked familiar, but it wasn’t his appearance that sparked that feeling of familiarity. It was the honey.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I told you to chill out. You’re going to get your order soon. No need to be such a baby, hon.”
Chanyeol recognized that voice. Of course he’d recognize that voice! He came to that voice. His fucking dick grew hard to that voice. All of a sudden, the six foot one Vice President stalled. Obviously, the individual didn’t know that it was him he was dirty talking to the other night, but Chanyeol knew. He also knew the man’s face, just barely.
“Where’s Byun?”
“Didn’t you see him on his way out?”
So this was Byun Baekhyun, the man he had foolishly let get away. Luckily for him, Kyungsoo was a very good and more than decent negotiator, striking up a deal to have another meeting that morning, one that Chanyeol would’ve fucked up again if he wasn’t there, in that Starbucks with Byun.
“You’re staring, Vice President Park. Are you just now realizing who I am?”
“Yes…” But the small man would never guess that Chanyeol’s answer meant more than just one sided.
“Well, then.” Looking down, Baekhyun lifted his foot off and away from Chanyeol’s. He then smiled at the giant all cute, neat, polite, but slightly...childish. “Great! Luckily for you, I, myself, am running late, so I suppose both of our peers will be waiting for us to arrive in twenty minutes or so.”
“Right.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we both arrive together with Starbucks in our hands?”
“I suppose.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “As attractive as you may be, your humor is quite dry, honey.”
“Humor has no place in the world of business very much,” Chanyeol muttered.
“Well, I, for one, love humor.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, especially the ironic ones. They’re very clever,” Baekhyun explained, moving his hands as if motion would help animate his words. “I appreciate doing business with people who have good humor, you know. I’m giving you a little cheat-cheat for when we have to discuss matter later.”
“So, you love humor that’s ironic,” Chanyeol repeated.
“I love it. I almost live for it, actually.”
The smile on Baekhyun’s face was too perfect, too perky. It was too tempting to break it. Before he could stop himself, Chanyeol asked, “Want to hear something ironic, then?”
With his ears perked, Baekhyun nodded. “Tell me.”
Leaning down with his mouth as close to Baekhyun’s ear as the latter would allow, Chanyeol spoke in a quiet but gruff voice. “I have two fingers inside of me... but I really wish I had your cock instead…”
Baekhyun’s mouth slacked. His eyes looked horrified, but at the same time, he looked so curious, not nearly as concerned and embarrassed as Chanyeol had expected. As the line moved, Baekhyun followed, but he continued to stay close to the stone-faced giant.
He said nothing for a while, but when Chanyeol began to tap his foot again (as bait), Baekhyun finally raised his head up to meet the man’s gaze.
“Okay.”
Confused, Chanyeol frowned. “Okay what?”
“Okay that was kind of funny.” Breaking out a small grin, Baekhyun shrugged. “However, if you think that the fact that I made you jizz last night’s going to get you anywhere with this deal, I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much.”
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll blackmail you into this agreement?”
“Of course not! If you drag me down, I drag you down with me, baby,” Baekhyun said, charming as ever as he turned his back towards Chanyeol. They were nearing the front and Chanyeol hadn’t even noticed. “I mean, you did give me five stars. I took that as a compliment. Oh, but you did come a lot quicker than I thought… So, don’t blackmail me, baby. It’d get ugly real fast for you.”
“Wouldn’t it tarnish your family’s name, too?” Chanyeol asked, trying hard not to think about what would happen to him, personally. “The Byun Corporation is huge in Korea and Japan. Places where virtue is taken very seriously.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “My father only gave me this job of speaking with you and your company because he wants me to be properly affiliated with the family business. I have an older brother. He’s more under my father’s wing than I am. See, I’m perfectly fine making thousands of dollars each month by making other people, you know, Fap, but my parents are a little uptight about it.”
“I would be, too, if my kid was off being a porn operator.”
“Oooh, you sound so judge-y for someone who liked all that ‘Baby, I want your thick cock’ talk last night.”
“Alright. Fine. But who the hell gave you my number?”
“Customer confidentiality, baby.”
A register finally opened and Baekhyun walked his polite and neat self over, hands tucked behind his back like a proper gentleman. Except he wasn’t proper and he really wasn’t a gentleman. Not when he was a sex operator by night, and not with that Green Tea frappucino in his perfectly manicured and maintained hands.
He smiled at Chanyeol when he got his drink (it was a frap. Chanyeol didn’t consider that shit a drink). Then, after taking a sip, he waved at the man who was stuck waiting for his order to finish. “I’ll talk to you later, Vice President Park. I’d love to sit in a room and listen to your voice do all the talking for once, you know? Bye!”
Chanyeol frowned, but not with displeasure. It was more from the fact that the latter was teasing him and he couldn’t tease back because he was too far and there were too many people around. Impatiently, he began to tap his foot again. Waiting for his drink. Waiting so he could catch up to the short runt who had walked out, only to stand on the sidewalk, waiting.
Pairing: chanyeol/baekhyun
rating: nc-17
warning: i can't fucking smut for shit and i cant do dirty talk for shit. thank you
word count: 2.7k
sypnosis: Chanyeol gets a pre-paid call in the night and shamelessly goes along with it.
a/n: This was supposed to be written for Valentines Day 2015, but my ass lazy, my ass hurts. I finished it just now, took a small break bc my mom came in and talked to be about college. Sorry mum :--( Was writing le pron. Anyways, enjoy. I hate writing smut a;sldkfja;slkdfj
February 7th started and ended in fire. First, there was the business deal with the financial tycoon, the Byun Corporation. After getting backed up by traffic by nearly thirty minutes, running late to the meeting proved to be deadly. Just as Chanyeol burst through the elevator doors to begin running over to the meeting room, he passed a group of men, the shortest one of them being in front. They moved briskly without sparing a glance at him, and, at the time, the frustrated Vice President of Marketing thought nothing of it until he entered an empty room with no one inside except for his subordinates, all of who were putting their belongings back into their suitcases.
“Where’s Byun?” he immediately asked.
“Didn’t you see him on his way out?”
The meeting was out of the ordinary. Chanyeol wasn’t supposed to negotiate with the younger Byun. He was supposed to negotiate with Byun senior, but as rumors went, the old man felt like giving the job to his son at the last minute, which was another thing that was set against Chanyeol’s luck. He had no idea who the guy was other than the fact that his last name was Byun.
Groaning, Chanyeol hung his head. “So, that was him.”
“A little bit shorter than you, but he was awfully scary, Chanyeol.”
“Oh, really?” The vp took a seat from the round table and sat down. “He looked like a girl.”
“His fair complexion deceived us all…”
“Did he say anything about the deal, Jongin?”
The associate nodded. “He said to forget about it.”
“Fucking great...”
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Other than the fall out of the negotiation, which resulted in a heated burn session by his seniors, Chanyeol then found himself single.
His girlfriend didn’t even have the decency to do it all in person, either, which made the entire thing even more infuriating. All he got when he arrived back to their condo (legally in his name) was a note on the kitchen counter that listed all his “faults”--according to her.
1. You’re a workaholic
2. You never have time for me anymore.
3. You’re always on your phone.
4. You don’t want a committed relationship anymore.
5. We don’t have sex.
6. When was the last time we went on a date?
7. You’re too tired all the time.
8. You push me away.
9. You never want to talk. Ever.
10. You constantly ignore my…
He never actually finished the tenth. Tightening his hand into a fist, he crumpled the list and tossed it into a metal bin.
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With his hair pointing in all directions, Chanyeol felt like dropping dead. Sometimes, work had its backlashes, but that was something out of his control. Yawning, he stretched, leaning back against his chair after dropping the pen in his hand on the table. Deciding he needed a drink, he got up and walked through the condo in the dark, practically exploring the walls for the light switches.
After a getting a glass and filling it with water (filtered by a state of the art filter he installed just months ago), he began to head back, only to stop at the sound of his cell phone blaring from the inside of his bedroom.
Looking into the dark space, he contemplated his choices. It was one in the morning. It was doubtful the call could be an emergency. Or maybe it was and it was dire. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chanyeol caved. He walked in his bedroom and pulled his phone from its charger against the wall. The number was unfamiliar, but he swiped to answer, regardless.
"Park C--"
"Honey..."
Freezing, Chanyeol drew his brows together. Did that voice just moan ? Before he could even begin to inform the person on the other line that perhaps they had made a mistake, he heard another moan.
"I have two fingers inside of me... but I really wish I had your cock instead..."
Unsure of how to react, Chanyeol slowly took a seat at the edge of his bed. Unconsciously, he dragged at hand on his thigh. A blaring siren in his head told him to hang the call and spare the other the embarrassment, but his hand refused to comply.
"Are you dressed?" When Chanyeol didn't answer, he heard a low laugh. "Take your pants off for me. I want you holding that cock of yours."
Jesus Christ. It didn't sound like the voice of of a woman, but that wasn't stopping his length from slowly swelling up just from the thought of this stranger fingering their tight little-- Fuck. Maybe he was out of his damn mind or maybe he was just too damn tired to think clearly. How much time had passed since Dara broke it off? A few days, perhaps, but the last time they had sex was far gone from his memory, having been so long ago.
Groaning, Chanyeol gave in to the urge and snapped the button in the front of his pants free.
“Are you out, baby? Are you touching yourself like I am?”
Gritting his teeth, Chanyeol hung his head, eyes down. Wordlessly, he grunted in response in the midst of slowly reaching beneath the bands of his briefs.
“Good...Ahhh….fuck. I’m in so deep, baby, but I’m not deep enough. I need you...I need you inside, fucking me. Fucking my sweet, small cunt--ah! Fuck!”
Chanyeol’s breathing began to quicken. His phone buzzed, a notification popping up when he pulled away for a second to check, but it was nothing. Just a close business friend texting him drunkenly from what he could see from the preview. Chanyeol didn’t actually know for sure. The slutty moans on the other line were preoccupying him.
“Baby, I’m so close. I’m so wet for you already. I want you to slide your thick cock in me so badly… I’ve been thinking about riding you all day. You like that?”
Groaning, Chanyeol shut his eyes. Yeah, he did like it. Whoever it was on the line, they were doing a damn good job keeping his hand pumping his own dick. He couldn't help himself from smearing the precum down the length to ease the motions.
“I wouldn’t ride you easy. I’d ride you hard, let you pound me when we meet in the middle until I’m screaming your name.”
Quickening his pace, Chanyeol began to feel hot and sticky, but he didn’t have enough hands. One was holding his cell phone and the other was trying to get him off. Falling back on the bed, he continued stroking himself with the fantasy of the purring caller grinding and taking in his cock like it was something to be owned.
Maybe it was due to the fact that he hadn’t been jacking off like a teenage hormone-filled boy for a while, but it didn’t take long for Chanyeol come, his rough hands squeezing the base of his cock, balls warm and pleasantly abused from all the times he fondled them for the stimuli.
He came down easily, hearing the soft laughter from the individual on the other line. After his head started to clear, his head began to wonder again, who was this person?
With his breathing still slightly unsteady, he finally spoke, but being the business professional that he was, he spoke in a manner that pertained to trade and, well, business. He thought it was the best--and the most appropriate approach.
“When should I, uh…” Chanyeol paused for a second, catching his breath. He sounded too exhausted and satisfied. It was a bit embarrassing despite the fact that they weren't even talking face to face. “The bill. When should I expect it? Or do you take electronic payments?”
The pleasant laughter stopped as the caller took a moment to hum as if thinking about it. “Such a polite man. Don’t worry about it, baby. Consider my services paid for by a close friend.”
“Friend? Who?”
“I don’t reveal customer identities, honey. Now, can you answer one very important question for me?”
“I want to know who--”
“On a scale of one to five--one being the worst, five being the best--how satisfied are you with me?”
“What?”
“I’m asking you to rate me, baby.”
“Five,” Chanyeol told them without thinking. Then again, it really didn’t require that much thinking to begin with. “But--”
“Thank you, honey. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful sleep.”
With that, the call ended and Chanyeol was left to stare at the screen for a few minutes before experimentally trying to call the person back. The line, however, was already busy. It took one long shower and thirty minutes of getting ready for actual sleep but Chanyeol eventually ran to that fear that for all he knew, he could’ve just been scammed. Someone could’ve called him on purpose and recorded the entire session, because who wouldn’t love the scandalous headlines about him jacking off his dick to an anonymous late night caller?
Chanyeol barely got any sleep once the idea of being recorded got to him. He tossed and he turned, but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Who the fuck was that?
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Standing in line at Starbucks wasn’t the most ideal place to be. He should’ve just let his assistant run over and get him his usual cup of bitter ugly caffeine, but Chanyeol was running late to his own job and he couldn’t wait another minute for coffee.
The line was moving slow, and Chanyeol could only guess that it was because that particular store put in place a new worker who looked like they were struggling with working fast, something that someone would get the boot for in his company.
He began to mindlessly tap his foot, impatient and ready to get out of there, unaware that with every tap, he was bothering the person next to him. Finally, it became too much apparently, because before he knew it, the individual in front of him turned around, gently putting his foot over Chanyeol’s to stop the noise.
“Listen, honey, I get it. You want your coffee or your frappucino, whatever will get you through the morning, but the girl’s working as fast as she can, alright?”
Chanyeol only stared. The man looked familiar, but it wasn’t his appearance that sparked that feeling of familiarity. It was the honey.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“I told you to chill out. You’re going to get your order soon. No need to be such a baby, hon.”
Chanyeol recognized that voice. Of course he’d recognize that voice! He came to that voice. His fucking dick grew hard to that voice. All of a sudden, the six foot one Vice President stalled. Obviously, the individual didn’t know that it was him he was dirty talking to the other night, but Chanyeol knew. He also knew the man’s face, just barely.
“Where’s Byun?”
“Didn’t you see him on his way out?”
So this was Byun Baekhyun, the man he had foolishly let get away. Luckily for him, Kyungsoo was a very good and more than decent negotiator, striking up a deal to have another meeting that morning, one that Chanyeol would’ve fucked up again if he wasn’t there, in that Starbucks with Byun.
“You’re staring, Vice President Park. Are you just now realizing who I am?”
“Yes…” But the small man would never guess that Chanyeol’s answer meant more than just one sided.
“Well, then.” Looking down, Baekhyun lifted his foot off and away from Chanyeol’s. He then smiled at the giant all cute, neat, polite, but slightly...childish. “Great! Luckily for you, I, myself, am running late, so I suppose both of our peers will be waiting for us to arrive in twenty minutes or so.”
“Right.”
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we both arrive together with Starbucks in our hands?”
“I suppose.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “As attractive as you may be, your humor is quite dry, honey.”
“Humor has no place in the world of business very much,” Chanyeol muttered.
“Well, I, for one, love humor.”
“Do you?”
“Yes, especially the ironic ones. They’re very clever,” Baekhyun explained, moving his hands as if motion would help animate his words. “I appreciate doing business with people who have good humor, you know. I’m giving you a little cheat-cheat for when we have to discuss matter later.”
“So, you love humor that’s ironic,” Chanyeol repeated.
“I love it. I almost live for it, actually.”
The smile on Baekhyun’s face was too perfect, too perky. It was too tempting to break it. Before he could stop himself, Chanyeol asked, “Want to hear something ironic, then?”
With his ears perked, Baekhyun nodded. “Tell me.”
Leaning down with his mouth as close to Baekhyun’s ear as the latter would allow, Chanyeol spoke in a quiet but gruff voice. “I have two fingers inside of me... but I really wish I had your cock instead…”
Baekhyun’s mouth slacked. His eyes looked horrified, but at the same time, he looked so curious, not nearly as concerned and embarrassed as Chanyeol had expected. As the line moved, Baekhyun followed, but he continued to stay close to the stone-faced giant.
He said nothing for a while, but when Chanyeol began to tap his foot again (as bait), Baekhyun finally raised his head up to meet the man’s gaze.
“Okay.”
Confused, Chanyeol frowned. “Okay what?”
“Okay that was kind of funny.” Breaking out a small grin, Baekhyun shrugged. “However, if you think that the fact that I made you jizz last night’s going to get you anywhere with this deal, I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much.”
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll blackmail you into this agreement?”
“Of course not! If you drag me down, I drag you down with me, baby,” Baekhyun said, charming as ever as he turned his back towards Chanyeol. They were nearing the front and Chanyeol hadn’t even noticed. “I mean, you did give me five stars. I took that as a compliment. Oh, but you did come a lot quicker than I thought… So, don’t blackmail me, baby. It’d get ugly real fast for you.”
“Wouldn’t it tarnish your family’s name, too?” Chanyeol asked, trying hard not to think about what would happen to him, personally. “The Byun Corporation is huge in Korea and Japan. Places where virtue is taken very seriously.”
Baekhyun shrugged. “My father only gave me this job of speaking with you and your company because he wants me to be properly affiliated with the family business. I have an older brother. He’s more under my father’s wing than I am. See, I’m perfectly fine making thousands of dollars each month by making other people, you know, Fap, but my parents are a little uptight about it.”
“I would be, too, if my kid was off being a porn operator.”
“Oooh, you sound so judge-y for someone who liked all that ‘Baby, I want your thick cock’ talk last night.”
“Alright. Fine. But who the hell gave you my number?”
“Customer confidentiality, baby.”
A register finally opened and Baekhyun walked his polite and neat self over, hands tucked behind his back like a proper gentleman. Except he wasn’t proper and he really wasn’t a gentleman. Not when he was a sex operator by night, and not with that Green Tea frappucino in his perfectly manicured and maintained hands.
He smiled at Chanyeol when he got his drink (it was a frap. Chanyeol didn’t consider that shit a drink). Then, after taking a sip, he waved at the man who was stuck waiting for his order to finish. “I’ll talk to you later, Vice President Park. I’d love to sit in a room and listen to your voice do all the talking for once, you know? Bye!”
Chanyeol frowned, but not with displeasure. It was more from the fact that the latter was teasing him and he couldn’t tease back because he was too far and there were too many people around. Impatiently, he began to tap his foot again. Waiting for his drink. Waiting so he could catch up to the short runt who had walked out, only to stand on the sidewalk, waiting.