Post #9.

[seoulfulness]

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Fics ( #8)

The Distraction Called Jongin (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
The Sad Lover's Toast (SHINee, SNSD, f(x); Minho/Yuri, Minho/Amber)
Humming Urban Stereo (EXO-K, Kai/Baekhyun)
All Alone Again (Super Junior M, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
The Plan (B1A4, Baro/CNU)
The Art of War (EXO, Lu Han/Kai)
A Simple

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dispute resolution; baekhyun/chanyeol; r [1/7]

[anonymous]

When Baekhyun comes home from a two week business trip, exhausted from showing prospective business partners around a deer farm in Jeju-do, he’s hoping for a warm welcome home. Despite their little disagreement, Baekhyun’s hoping for Chanyeol to open the door in anticipation before Baekhyun has to keycard himself in, and maybe a nice breakfast of maple-syrup pancakes, but really, all he’s really expecting is Chanyeol sprawled across their double bed snoring his head off, because that means Chanyeol’s forgotten about their fight, and also because Chanyeol’s just superbly unromantic like that.

What he’s not expecting is Chanyeol sprawled across their double bed snoring his head off-on top of another man.

“What. The fuck.” Baekhyun drops his bag in the hallway with a thud. The man stirs. Baekhyun stares. “Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol.”

There’s a flurry of movement, and Chanyeol jerks awake, stretching. He lifts his head to see Baekhyun standing a metre away from the bed, slack-jawed, and Chanyeol’s eyes widen. “Baekhyun,” Chanyeol says, voice hoarse with sleep. “I-I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

“No,” Baekhyun says slowly, “I told you I was coming back today, but-Chanyeol, what the fuck is going on? Why are you on top of-” Baekhyun motions to the man, who’s now bunched up the sheets to his chest, yawning lazily, “-this stranger?”

“‘morning,” the man says. Baekhyun frowns. The man turns to Chanyeol. “Hey, Yeol, who is he?”

Baekhyun blanches. “Who am I?”

“Wait,” Chanyeol says, scrambling off the bed. Baekhyun notices that Chanyeol’s only in his underwear, and the other man is quite naked too. His pulse pounds in his ears. “Wait, Baek, I can explain-”

“-I don’t think that’s necessary,” Baekhyun says, cutting Chanyeol off. He grabs Chanyeol by the wrist, fingernails digging in, and drags him out into the corridor, slamming Chanyeol against the wall. “I’m going to kill you,” Baekhyun grits between his teeth. “Park Chanyeol, I’m going to shoot this guy in the crotch, and then I’m going to shoot you in the crotch.”

“Baekhyun, I didn’t-”

“-what’s going on?”

Baekhyun turns. The mysterious tall man who’d been in Chanyeol’s-Chanyeol and his-bed is standing at the doorway, blankets draped around him. Baekhyun gulps. The man’s tall, taller even than Chanyeol, with angry eyebrows, and he looks absolutely unperturbed by the whole sequence of events. A hand runs through unkempt blonde hair. “Yeol, isn’t this your place?”

“Well,” Chanyeol says, scratching his head. “Um. Yeah, kinda.”

The man frowns. “Who’s he then?”

“Me? I’m Byun Baekhyun,” Baekhyun says very softly. He throws Chanyeol’s wrist out of his grip. “Chanyeol is my boyfriend. This is my apartment. And I would like it very much if you could get the fuck out of here by the time I’m back from work this evening. Both of you.”

“Baek-”

“-leave your keycard in the fruit bowl, Chanyeol. Take all your stuff with you. Good day.”

Baekhyun picks up his jacket and briefcase and slams the door shut behind him.