Honey Rhythm 4
Honey Rhythm 4
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a/n: NC17??? Masturbation isn't nc17 haha
Mornings were fucking terrible. It was Chanyeol’s least favorite part of the day, just waking up tired and disgusting, wanting nothing more than to sleep for a few more hours until Baekhyun’s forced to use the hotel’s master key to barge into his room. The thought was actually really fuckingtempting, but with their relationship, Chanyeol could already taste the rejection.
However, that particular morning was different. For once, Chanyeol actually wanted to get up, shower, and dress without being nagged to do so. Maybe it was a little from the leftover energy from the night before, but whatever it was, he didn’t care. It was just exciting--plus, it was a new feeling. He decided he kind of liked it.
That morning, however, he decided to cut the little guy some slack. After texting him a quick message along the line of “I’m awake, don’t come to my room”, Chanyeol got in the shower, for once, hummed. He usually didn’t sing since that was his job and mornings were so hateful in the past that he’d never be in the mood, but again, he was feeling a lot more refreshed than usual.
It wasn’t unusual for him to masturbate, especially just to get rid of a product of a wet, erotic dream, but for once, the images in the musician’s mind weren’t some from made up fantasy. As he stroked his hard length with the warm water drizzling his body wet, Chanyeol felt his body go up in arms at the memory of his tongue against the runt’s tiny little opening. He could vividly remember how it felt, but even more, he could see the way Baekhyun’s face turned red and remember the way his legs shook.
They had taken it no further than that. If Chanyeol had it his way, he would’ve covered his fingers in spit and tried to ease those babies past that ring of muscle. The brunette probably wouldn’t have minded being fingered into an orgasm if not for the ringing of his cell phone that ultimately brought back his senses.
“That’s my phone, Chanyeol. S-Stop--”
“Let it ring.”
“Park Chanyeol, it’s my job--”
“Honey, you work for me and your only job right now is to orgasm from my tongue.”
“I-- Park Chanyeol!”
“Keep saying my name.”
After that, Baekhyun pushed his head away and managed to roll off to answer the call, ignoring the fact that he was half naked with his ass sticking out, giving Chanyeol a great view of what he was just working on.
Groaning, Chanyeol closed his eyes and stopped stroking. He watched as his cock ejaculated his thick load on the shower walls. Once the seconds passed and his high was beginning to diminish, he went on with his routine.
Much to his disappointment, Baekhyun didn’t send a reply. Chanyeol considered the fact that the latter might’ve been sleeping, but it was already six-thirty in the morning. Though that was early for the musician, for the coordinator, not so much. He was probably already running around the hotel somewhere, doing something, maybe getting a cup of coffee from the lounge.
Pulling up Baekhyun’s contact information, Chanyeol hit the button to call as he walked over to the closet, pulling a decent outfit together. Simple, plain, but still aesthetic enough to be complimented about on online tabloids--Not that he cared that much, but to his publicist and Baekhyun, image was everything. The hotter, the better.
The other line rang a few times, and the musician was more than just well prepared about taking on another rejection, but surprisingly, Baekhyun answered, and judging by his voice, he didn’t just wake up.
Grinning to himself, Chanyeol looked away from the set of clothes that he had put on the bed. “Morning, princess.”
“Morning…” Baekhyun greeted back slowly. Chanyeol, however, was quick to note that the male didn’t make any negative remarks about the nickname. “Isn’t it too early for you to be awake?”
“Normally, but I was feeling a little different this morning.”
“Are you sick? If you’re sick, call Kris--”
“I’m not sick. I just couldn’t sleep. And what about you?” Chanyeol asked, throwing the question back. “What’re you doing at this time?”
“We’ve been on tour for months and this is the first time you’re wondering why I’m up this early?” Baekhyun yawned on the phone. It was kind of cute. “I’m just…looking over paper work… contracts… Stuff that you don’t really know about.”
“Hn. Interesting. Actually, not really. What are you going to do today?”
“Why is that any of your concern?”
Chanyeol rolled his eyes. “Let’s go on a tour.”
“Can’t. I’m busy.”
“Then when are you going to be free?”
“Not until tomorrow.”
“I don’t understand what has your schedule all filled up. This is your vacation period. Free time, Baekhyun. Work can wait.”
“Yes, but a lot of work goes on behind the scene, Chanyeol. Besides, don’t you have a single to write? I heard about your little dilemma from Kris. Why don’t you use today and tomorrow to write something?”
Pausing, Chanyeol cocked his head. “Are you trying to avoid me again?”
“No, I’m not. For once, Chanyeol, I swear I’m busy. I’m not using this as an excuse not see you, even though I see you enough as it is.” Baekhyun sighed. “Get a song written and I’ll let you play it for me tomorrow. A little, I guess, private debut.”
That interested Chanyeol’s ears enough to perk them upright. “How private?”
“Worry about that later. First, have a song.”
“Fine.”
Humming, Baekhyun could be heard rustling some papers around. “Alright, then… I’ll see you later, Mr. Park.”
“Don’t go back to ‘Mr. Park’ bullshit on me, sweetheart.”
Hearing the runt laugh was a rare thing; however, its rarity was probably for the best. Chanyeol froze on the spot when he heard it.
“Fine. I’ll see you later, Chanyeol.”
If there was anything that the musician liked more than sex and music, it was Byun Baekhyun subtly flirting back with him. Finally.
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Jessica often got on his nerves, but not in the same I-hate-you-but-I-want-you-in-bed kind of way that often happened whenever Baekhyun was doing something that pissed him off. Chanyeol was very picky about everything, even his morning drink. He tasted about three of the cups of coffee his personal assistant brought to him on his whim and command, but he didn’t like any of them.
“Get me another one. Maybe you got the order wrong,” he said after the fourth cup of Americano didn’t hit him the way it was supposed to.
He wasn’t purposely trying to piss off the woman, but Chanyeol needed to break her in. If she was going to be his PA, then she was going to have to learn that he was an asshole, not the dreamy rocker that most of his teenage fans fantasized about in their dreams and online fanfiction.
The fourth cup must’ve sent her away for good, because after that, Jessica never returned. Or if she wason her way of returning, then she wasn’t being very fast and efficient about it. Chanyeol had no problem with that, however. If Jessica wanted to walk like a slug, fine. He needed the least amount of distraction he could get.
It took the longest time just to come up with a subject for a song, but after sitting under a cabana near the hotel pool, it dawned on him after the fifth margarita that he downed that he should pen down lyrics about a topic that would have girls at his feet and boys playing the song for the sweethearts. For a second, Chanyeol wanted to gag at how gross and disgusting his idea was. At first, he thought about it in terms of the fact that he needed a single and his label literally could care less about the topic as long as it sold to the audience. But the longer he dwelled on the matter of love, he realized that it wouldn’t hurt writing a song about love that didn’t revolve so much around sex as it did around the actual feelings involved.
He ordered another alcoholic beverage, dismissing the fact that he might’ve seemed like an alcoholic to the servers since he was casually ordering drinks even before brunch. In the entirety of his career, the musician realized that he worked better and faster when he was buzzed, which wasn’t the healthiest of all habits, but it was a good source of energy.
After he started writing, the words began to flow naturally out of him. Chanyeol didn’t know whether to credit the alcoholic beverages or the nice weather outside, but he was just feeling it in his fingers and letting the pen glide. About halfway through was when he realized he was writing a song as if he was talking directly to Baekhyun. That was a bit embarrassing considering how he’d never done that before. Most of his songs were dedicated to one night stands and hate against people that had done him wrong (for example, Do Kyungsoo--the bastard), but never really about how someone’s smile could mean the world to him.
It was like a big fat crush confession song and Chanyeol was back in grade school.
He thought about ripping the song from his notebook, but was suddenly distracted when he noticed a figure standing right outside his cabana, arms crossed like a stuck up brat. As soon as Chanyeol recognized him, he scowled, sitting upright.
“Enjoying your vacation, Park?”
“I was until you arrived.”
“Oh, shut up. I probably saved you from your sixth margarita and immediate alcoholic death.” Despite their surrounding, Kyungsoo didn’t look like he was out to enjoy himself in the pool. At least, not in jeans and a hoodie, Chanyeol would think not. “Anyways, I guess it’s rude of me not to greet you properly. Seems like you’re doing good.”
“Thanks, though I don’t need that from you.”
“Why do you always sound so bitter?”
Raising a brow, Chanyeol scoffed. “I think I deserve the right to be bitter when someone disrupts my creative process.”
“Your creative… Oh, I see. You’ve got your pad and pen right there, ready to write down the next big hit. Alright, I understand. But, like I said, it’s nice seeing you, and you do seem like you’re doing so well.” Kyungsoo gave him a look and shrugged. “I wouldn’t spend that much time on that single, though. I’m releasing an album in a few months. The competition between us wouldn’t be good.”
Furrowing his brows, Chanyeol frowned. “And why not?”
“Because I’d crush you? As always?” Laughing, Kyungsoo shook head as if the question was too obvious that it was stupid. And to him, it was. “Baekhyun and I had a great session today. He heard all my new material. Said he loved it… What’s with that face? Did you not know that he was with me this morning?”
No, he didn’t. Chanyeol wasn’t going to admit that verbally, but his face was enough to give it away. Kyungsoo smiled, but it wasn’t one that the musician liked.
“Well, anyways. I’d love to stay here and chat about our music, but I was just walking through, on my way to another recording session, when I saw you here. Thought I’d stop by for a minute, but time does fly by really fast.”
“Are you going to leave now?”
“You’re rude.” Nonetheless, Kyungsoo turned to make his leave. “I’ll see you next time--whenever that is. I’m leaving after tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry about me taking up your little coordinator’s time. I know how busy it is with tour. I’m too familiar.”
It was a hard to imagine a time when he actually got along with other male. Even as Chanyeol watched him go, all he could do was seethe. All the memories that he had were terrible from the time Kyungsoo got so pissed off over creative differences that he ripped five songs from Chanyeol’s book to when he threatened to destroy one of the guitars Chanyeol had treasured. He was, all in all, a god awful guy… but they did make great music together. However, that was in the past.
Looking down at his work, Chanyeol suddenly no longer felt inspired to continue on despite the fact that his lyrics were almost complete. Just a few more including some annotations about what might sound well with the words and he would’ve had a skeleton of a song, maybe even some meat. But Kyungsoo ruined it, as he often ruined a lot of things for the musician.
Not surprisingly, Baekhyun never contacted him past their six am conversation about being busy and songwriting, which, all of a sudden, was beginning to make the man salty now that he knew that Kyungsoo was preoccupying much of the brunette’s time.
Like a child, Chanyeol pulled up their text message conversation. He contemplated about sending a photo, maybe of his book to show that he was doing exactly what he was being told, but that meant subtly admitting that he was already whipped as fuck, and Chanyeol wasn’t about to put up that white flag just yet (even though he was more than willing to be whipped for the runt).
From Park:
Hey. I’m half done with a composite. What’re you doing? Let me come with you.
It didn’t take long for Baekhyun to respond. The two minute wait was fast, in Chanyeol’s opinion. The latter could’ve just as easily ignored him and it would’ve taken hours to get some sort of pity response.
From runt:
I’m not doing anything interesting.
Frowning, Chanyeol would’ve liked to beg to differ. Going behind his back knowing that Kyungsoo and he weren’t on good terms seemed exciting for someone like the brunette. Quite a bitchy move, but Chanyeol couldn’t pull the trigger on that one so he decided to let the slight betrayal slide.
From Park:
Where are you at right now?
From runt:
Inside the hotel bar. Finishing business.
From Park:
Alcohol and business don’t mix very well, Baekhyun.
From runt:
Speaking from personal experience, no. It really doesn’t. But I’m not here to drink with anyone, not that that’s any of your concern.
From Park:
Isn’t it my responsibility as your boyfriend to know what kind of creepy men you’re around with?
From runt:
Who said you were my boyfriend?
Chanyeol decided he didn’t like it--the cabana, though it was really Baekhyun’s response that got him to get off his ass. He tipped the bartender who made all his drinks, and though he wasn’t drunk, Chanyeol could feel a bit of liquid courage urging him to go inside the hotel and find Baekhyun.
He was bored, and it was clearly obvious that Baekhyun had nothing else better to do that to sit around the bar and twiddle his thumbs. Scoffing, the musician almost felt stupid for actually thinking the brunette had any real schedules to attend to. Of course he knew that Baekhyun’s job was demanding, but even the sound check crew and his manager were out sight seeing or doing something that made them look like obvious tourists. And what was the cupcake doing? Meeting with his former employer, probably discussing his wage and contract.
Just thinking about it made Chanyeol’s mood even more sullen than before. He entered the hotel through the back, nodding at the men who held the door open for him and so on. The hotel was reallytoo courteous for his taste, anyhow.
The bar, as always, was dimly lit to a point, but just enough to give a comfortable feel for anyone looking to find a drink in the afternoon. There weren’t many people, which was just fantastic in Chanyeol’s case since he managed to spot the little shortcake immediately after walking in.
Surprisingly, however, he did have paperwork around him. A glass of scotch sat unattended off to the side, but other than that small detail, Baekhyun looked extremely professional for someone doing business inside a bar of all places.
Knocking twice on the table being used by the coordinator, Chanyeol grinned, cocking his head before pulling out out a chair and taking a seat without even being invited to do so.
“Afternoon, Mr. Byun,” Chanyeol said, drawling the words. “Is this the business you were talking about?”
Rolling his eyes at the giant’s sudden spark of formality, Baekhyun swatted his hand away when he tried to pick up one of the papers. “Leave the papers alone, Chanyeol. They’re actually important to me.”
“Hn.” Chanyeol, without a second thought, reached over again, this time, practically snatching the thick packet right out from Baekhyun’s hands. He thought it’d be something frivolous. Maybe papers reporting the condition of the stadium he’d be performing at in two days. However, the cover page was enough to send the musician into a fit.
“A contract with D.O Mania? I thought we talked about this.”
“It’s business, Chanyeol. Regardless of your history together, I actually liked working with him.” Baekhyun picked up the scotch and swirled the ice around. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again, either.”
Snorting, Chanyeol put the contract down. His eyes darted to the latter’s hand. “Are you even allowed to drink?”
“I’m well above the legal age, which you should know already. You keep mentioning how legal I am.”
“Maybe it’s not a good idea to sign anything under the influence.”
“This is the only glass I’ve had and it wasn’t even full to the halfway mark,” Baekhyun defended. “Now, why don’t you shoo along? Where is Jessica? She’s supposed to be entertaining you.”
“She got fed up after I sent her to get me coffee five times,” the giant muttered dismissively, leaning back in his chair. “Not that I care. I’m not as interested in her as I am with you.”
“You don’t seem to care about hiding that fact very well.”
Chanyeol frowned, glancing at the papers again. “Have you signed it yet?”
“No.”
“Are you going to?”
“I was thinking about it before you decided to interrupt me.”
Drawing his lips into a thin, straight line, the musician jabbed the documents with his forefinger. “This. Tell me what this has over, I don’t know, working for my record label? Maybe under a different artist? It doesn’t have to be me. I don’t have new material coming out, and I might get another tour next year, but nothing too immediate. I know some older bands are going to be busy on the road soon. It doesn’t have to be--”
“Kyungsoo’s offering me much more than what your label’s currently paying me,” Baekhyun said as a matter of fact. “Also, I get benefits, not to mention a company debit card, which is interesting, Chanyeol. They usually give these cards out for producers and even artists, but Kyungsoo’s management told me I’d get one as well. Getting an allowance doesn’t sound too bad.”
“So it has all the bells and whistles my record label doesn’t give out for free, because, let’s face it Baekhyun. There has to be a catch.” After giving Baekhyun a hard look, Chanyeol sighed, combing his hair with his fingers. “Alright. What’s the deal? Why do you need this job?”
“Because I need any job I can get after your tour. Isn’t that obvious enough?”
“No, I mean, why do you need this particular job? Why not one from another band?”
Baekhyun gave him a shrug. “I don’t know. I like Kyungsoo. I have experience with him… But if it makes you feel any better, I don’t have to work for him at all.”
“Then don’t.” That was a really selfish response, but Chanyeol wasn’t in the mood to give a shit. “What’s the alternative?”
“I just...don’t work. At all. I retire from this line of work,” Baekhyun replied simply as if it was a subject that was easy to discuss. Noticing the way Chanyeol’s face drop, the brunette scoffed. “Don’t act like I just told you I was dying. All I said was that--”
“Why would you just quit?”
“I have other plans outside the music industry, you know.”
Chanyeol cocked his head. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mind if you want to be a little stay at home housewife, but just to make it clear, I don’t mind if you have a job, sweetheart. As long as it’s not with him.”
“You’re unbelievable--and stop calling me sweetheart. We’re not dating,” Baekhyun said, eyes trying hard to seem serious, but the blush that brushed across his cheeks was far too noticeable to be ignored by the male across from him.
“So you just let any guy drag his tongue across your ass like I did?”
“Keep your voice down!” It took less than a second for Baekhyun to fully transform into a tomato and Chanyeol was damn proud of it. “And you know what? For all you know, yes. Maybe I do.”
“Oh, look at you. Trying to get back at me, are you, runt?” Chanyeol smirked. The brunette was far too fun. “You expect me to believe you have guys lined up just waiting for a chance to kiss you there?”
“Again, for all you know--”
“Bullshit, sweetheart. You tasted like a virgin to me.”
Closing his eyes, Baekhyun tried to simmer down. He didn’t know how to retaliate. There were times when the musician could be sweet and charming, but sometimes, he could be insufferable (even though he was still charming underneath it all).
“Okay, Chanyeol. Listen to me. I told you that we can’t date.”
“And I thought we were over this,” Chanyeol immediately replied, his face filled with confusion. “I want a relationship with you, not just another one night stand.”
“This isn’t the ideal place to talk about us,” Baekhyun muttered, keeping his eyes low as he began putting all his papers together. “Another time would be nice.”
“Great. How about in five minutes?” Glancing at the clock, Chanyeol saw that it was nearing noon. “Let’s go to my suite. We’ll order room service and I can show you my song progress.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to have lazy afternoon sex with you!” Baekhyun huffed quietly, just loud enough for Chanyeol to hear. “I know what’s going to happen if I go, Park.”
If the giant’s grin wasn’t large enough, the runt’s remark would’ve done the job. “Honey, as much as I would love to have lazy afternoon sex with you, I swear on my life, I won’t jump you. We'll only have sex if you change your mind. Promise.”
Baekhyun looked at him with all-knowing eyes. Even as Chanyeol stared back, he could see the way the latter was thinking, calculating, and wondering whether he should follow his common sense, which told him to say no, or to follow what his body wanted, which was what the musician was rooting for. Luckily for him, Chanyeol rooted for the right team.
“I’m not that hungry--”
“It’s practically lunch time, honey.” Pushing out, Chanyeol rose from his seat, cocking his head towards the doorway leading into the hotel’s lobby. “Come on. My treat. You don’t have to worry about the calories with me. I honestly don’t mind.”
“You don’t mind a lot of things,” Baekhyun noted, rolling his eyes.
“It’s a double edge sword, but that’s the not the only sword I--”
“Shut up.”
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Baekhyun’s mouth hung open at the inside of the suite. The entire crew had only been there for a day and one night, and yet, Chanyeol’s room, despite how large it was, looked like a mess with clothes and furniture rearranged for whatever reason, something he couldn’t explain.
Groaning, the brunette closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as the musician walked up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Why is it so goddamn messy in here?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Chanyeol muttered against the back of the runt’s neck. “Could be messier. Who knows.”
Jabbing his elbow against the giant’s rib cage, Baekhyun managed to get the man’s arm off of him and his face away from his neck. “Where’s your guitar?”
“Straight right into business and no fun at all.” Chanyeol clicked his tongue, but nonetheless, walked around the smaller male to lead the way into the the living space of his suite. “Sit down, make yourself at home, princess. Call room service, get whatever you want. I’ll play you what I have and we’ll talk afterwards.”
“I would love to sit down if I knew where your sofa was…”
“If you can’t find the sofa, you’re more than welcome to make use of my bed.”
“Thank you for the offer, but I found your sofa and I think I’m better off sitting here.”
Shrugging, Chanyeol left him for a moment to disappear off into his bedroom to retrieve the guitar he kept next to his bed. He continued to talk, speaking louder so the latter could hear him. But in Baekhyun’s opinion, the guy didn’t need to try at all. He was loud by nature.
“Alright, so I might’ve lied a little bit.”
Pushing aside the magazines sprawled on the cushions, Baekhyun made a face to himself. “About what?”
“The song.”
“Then why am I here--”
“To be part of the process of making one.”
No sooner had he left did Chanyeol return back, the familiar guitar already strapped around his shoulder. Baekhyun watched as he tried to decide whether to sit right next to the coordinator or sit in an adjacent seat, but after thinking about it, the giant decided to give them space.
Leaning against the sofa’s edge, the coordinator crossed his arms and legs and the musician wasted no time dragging his eyes to the little runt’s ass, clearly defined by the skin-tight jeans that he preferred to wear.
“Also, so what kind of genre were you thinking of with this piece?”
“What?”
“I asked you what genre--or style--you’re going to go for with your song,” Baekhyun repeated, his face neutral as he watched Chanyeol slowly render his words. “Is it going to lean in more with metal?”
“I don’t know yet.” Chanyeol set his notebook on the coffee table and flipped open to the last page he was working on prior to Kyungsoo ruining his entire mood. “I was thinking acoustic. Nothing else would fit the feel I’m thinking of right now.”
“Okay… I suppose acoustic can work. You’ve done some in the past.”
“They weren’t acoustic songs about love, and you, of all people, have to know that this is a love song.”
Baekhyun stared at him. “I’m sorry. A lovesong?”
“Yep.”
“I must not have heard you right, then. Park Chanyeol with a lovesong?”
Raising a brow, Chanyeol gave him a look. “Why are you saying it like you can’t believe I picked this area of--”
“Because you don’t writelove songs,” Baekhyun reminded him, hitting the back of his hand against the open palm of the other. “You write about explosive sex...women, money, hate-- Do I need to remind you of Kyungsoo? You don’t write about love, especially acoustic songs about it. That’s not where your market’s at.”
“Markets change, people change. I wanted to write a love song and not scream out the lyrics. I don’t see the problem.”
“It won’t… I don’t know. I’m not your producer or your label CEO, but it’s not going to sell favorably.”
“And you know exactly what’s going to sell?” Chanyeol asked, skepticism in his eyes and sarcasm in his voice. “Why don’t you just shut your pretty lips for a second and let me read to you what I have, hon.”
Chanyeol had always called him useless nicknames and, sometimes, names that he didn’t really appreciate (like “runt”), but Baekhyun was beginning to be more and more conscious of the affection being added to the same words he used to ignore. Looking away, he hoped that it’d keep the man from reading his thoughts.
“Fine. Let’s hear what you have.”
“Alright, but try not to giggle.”
Narrowing his eyes, Baekhyun tilted his head. “Why would I giggle?”
“Because this one’s about you, babe.”
“Park Chanyeol--”
Trying to ignore the (cute) fact that Baekhyun had uncrossed his arms and legs from the sudden shock and embarrassment, Chanyeol grinned, keeping his eyes low on the paper as he read the words right off. “She’s all that I think about, rain or shine. Twenty-four seven, I wish she was mine. I can’t stop the way the sun shines every time that she smiles, or how the wind seems to carry me away with every breath she takes...”
“Yeol--”
“How many times have I seen you ‘cause each time, I’m falling harder. I can’t figure you out, but honey, I’m not giving up.”
Baekhyun was watching him despite the obvious fact that he was red and wanted to hear nothing more of the melodic proclamation of love by the other. He kept quiet, knowing that no matter what, Chanyeol was going to continue singing and singing. There was a point where he was beginning to relax even though the musician glanced at him briefly once. However, just as he was about to finally enjoy the well-written lyrics, thankful for the fact that it wasn’t a body worship song about himself, he was hit with the surprise by the troll playing in front of him.
“B to the A… to the E K H Y--Hyun, you tasty--Hit me, sweetheart!”
Chanyeol laughed at his--fitting--rendition of the popular pop song, because it was true. Baekhyun was tasty, and delicious, andhe really didn’t care if the short brunette hit him at all for it. Seeing the latter glare at him with his lips pursed like a pup was just as rewarding as the bitter pillow that got thrown over his way.
“You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” Baekhyun said, standing up to the grab a magazine off the coffee table. Then he threw it at the musician’s head. Unfortunately, Chanyeol used his guitar to shield himself, but that didn’t stop the man from laughing. “Why do you find it so interesting to get on my nerve?”
Shaking his head, Chanyeol wiped the wet corner of his eyes, grinning as he did so. He stood up, putting the guitar down where he sat and began to approach the young coordinator. The magazines Baekhyun shoved at him did nothing to stop the giant from closing the distance.
“Because you get so red and caught off guard,” he answered easily, brushing hair away from the latter’s bare face. “You’re always uptight and so organized. Unwind, why don’t you? Laugh a little. Smile at me, maybe. You only smile at me through the phone, and that’s not fair, because I can’t see you when we talk on the phone.”
“I don’t smile through the phone.”
“This morning you did.”
Baekhyun stayed silent for a moment before dismissively shrugging. “And if I did?”
“Then you should just admit it,” Chanyeol said, resigned as he bopped the brunette on the tip of his nose with his finger. “Admit that you don’t think it’s that bad of an idea to be romantically involved with me.”
“Chanyeol, being involved with a celebrity like yourself is alwaysgoing to be a bad idea,” Baekhyun argued.
It was true. Relationships often fed the paparazzi and the tabloids. The public eye wasn’t all that pleasant either. That was why Chanyeol understood where the latter was coming from, but at the same time, life wasn’t without risks anyways, so what was the point of not trying?
“Dating me will be like dating any other person,” Chanyeol said, trying to counter. “Minus the fact that I’m known worldwide and the fact that I have a cult following, I’m a normal guy who enjoys his fair share of sex, alcohol, and short runts who cry when their ass gets toyed with.”
Though he let the musician cup his face, Baekhyun still stood with his arms crossed firmly across his chest. “How would dating work? I don’t want a relationship with someone I’ll only ever see in the hotel room. That kind of thing makes the relationship feel more like an affair.”
“Honey, if you don’t want to hide, we don’t have to. I don’t give a shit about tabloids, really. If you want to brag how you’re the only one I’m sleeping with, then by all means, go ahead.”
“That is not what I want… At least, not to that extent,” Baekhyun cleared. “I just… Fuck, Chanyeol, you do realize how weird it’s going to be when the staff and crew find out, right?”
“It’s our love and sex life. What do they care?”
“It’s not just…” Pausing, Baekhyun raised his eyes. “I’m not scared of your harem. I don’t care if they send me hate mail or whatever premature shit girls do these days when the dick they want gets preoccupied. I don’t want the public attention, and I really don’t want to be labeled as the one slut who’s trying to sleep their way to the top. I did not get to this position by sleeping around, Chanyeol.”
Snorting, the musician leaned in, leaving a careful kiss along one of the brunette’s brows. “Listen, princess. No one’s going to accuse you of sleeping to the top. The worst it’ll ever be if the press ever found out about us would be an article about our scandalous affair on tour.”
“Great. Another headache to deal with just when my job here’s almost done…”
“Now that you mention it, that’s also another point. Your contract’s going to end soon, meaning we won’t be working together anymore. As much as that breaks my heart because, really, I’ll miss your sweet ass strutting around like the bitch that you are on set, I’m going to celebrate.” Pressing their foreheads together, Chanyeol smirked. “We can be more open then. My schedule will be open, and you’ll be off working for someone who doesn’t hate me… It’ll be nice and easy. Smooth. Like your butt.”
Rolling his eyes, but slowly unraveling his arms, Baekhyun let out a breath. “You smell like alcohol. I’m not surprised why you’re talking like reality doesn’t exist and the world’s perfect as can be.”
“I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re saying.”
“It’s a sign that you might not be thinking clearly.”
“Let me tell you something, cupcake,” Chanyeol said sternly. “I wasn’t drunk last night when we did those things. I might’ve been a little drunk after the dinner because I got a little too carried away, but that was because of you. And I wasn’t drunk this morning when I put seventy million of my potential kids on the shower glass, either. So, bullshit. I can handle my drinks. No need for you to worry your little head off.”
Baekhyun, so used to the upfront confessions about masturbation, only sighed; however, his ears did turn a little pink. When he met eyes with the grinning musician again, he reached up, grabbing his cheeks.
“Fine.”
“Fine what?” Chanyeol managed to ask right back.
The coordinator, however, skipped on answering him directly. “But if you ever--and I mean ever-- step out of line, I reserve the right to break up with you and you have to accept it no matter what.”
Chanyeol nodded. Then, a second later, he asked, “What’s the line? Where is it?”
“You don’t show off in public,” Baekhyun started as he clarified. “When it’s time to work, don’t bother me. I’m still in charge of a lot of things. If you want a rub and tug, wait until everything’s done. Let’s see… No sex in any closet--I’m just saying this to make sure it doesn’t happen. We can have sex anywhere as long as it’s in private. I--”
“Question.”
“What?”
Cocking his head, Chanyeol looked at the brunette, thumbing his bottom lip before glancing at the window for a second. “Say I want to fuck you against the window. Is that still considered private or--”
“That’s fine as long as it’s not too close to another building. Use your head, Chanyeol.”
“Freak.”
Rolling his eyes, Baekhyun went on. “I already know you, so I know you’re going to try and grab my ass. Don’t. If we’re on the job, stay in your lane--and your lane is fifty lanes away from mine, if you need a reminder.”
“That’s a shame. I’d rear-end you all day.”
“And that’s why we’re fifty lanes away,” the brunette sighed. “Another thing, don’t try to tell me what to do. I mean it, Park. I get that you’re a jealous guy, but I swear I’m not fucking every man I work with. That means if I want to eat lunch with Jongdae or Kyungsoo, you shut up and let me have my life.”
Drawing his brows inward, Chanyeol frowned. He was fine with all the other conditions, but the little green monster inside of him suddenly woke up at the mention of other men. “But--”
“I never questioned you about the girls you brought to your room in Shanghai or the men and women you played with in Rome. I never question you about anyone, so be fair.”
“What if someone tries to woo you away?”
“Am I that easy?”
“No, but--”
“Then shut up,” Baekhyun interrupted, motioning a hand to mimic his words. “I like you, and only you. I don’t like Kyungsoo, and I don’t like anyone else on this tour except for you. You’re the only one who’s ever seen me naked during the duration of this tour, and it’s going to stay that way until the day we decide to call it quits.”
Chanyeol looked at him. “Is that it? I can live with the no-questioning part if that’s all there is.”
“Almost,” the brunette promised. “One last thing. My job is my job. I decide when I want to end it. If something happens and I decide to resign, don’t tell me no. And if I think that our relationship is causing harm to youas an artist and public figure, then like I said… I can end it and you have to accept it. Even if it hurts you or me, I don’t care. Accept it.”
“Baekhyun--”
“If you want a relationship with me, Chanyeol, these are the things you have to agree to. I won’t do it unless you say yes.” Baekhyun was firm. “Think of this like a prenup.”
“The thought of you having all the power to pull the plug on us isn’t sitting well with me.”
“I’m thinking about what’s best.” Pursing his lips, Baekhyun dragged a hand along the man’s jawline. “Don’t overthink it. I’m sure it won’t even come to that anyways. Like you said, after the tour, you’ll be more free and I won’t be working with you at all. We’ll have more time and more freedom to be together. There’s always less attention on an artist in hiatus. That’s how it is naturally. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Chanyeol paused. “If that’s what you want, then okay. I agree. You drive a hard bargain, you know that? I can’t say whether or not I’m proud or slightly resentful.”
“It might be both.”
“Yeah… But listen up, princess.” Holding Baekhyun’s chin up with the use of his right hand, Chanyeol gave him a serious expression. “You can call it off anytime, though I hope you never will, but this is what has to happen in order for me to accept it like you said I have to.”
Nodding, Baekhyun listened.
“You have to tell me why. I don’t care if it’s for a stupid reason like I snore in my sleep or I accidentally left piss on the toilet seat. If you’re going to let me go because you think it’s for the best, then I better get a clear, good reason and not some bullshit excuse so you can run off and never contact me again. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Promise me,” Chanyeol said. “Say the words and we’re officially done negotiating because this is what normal people do.”
Scoffing at the latter’s attempt to mock him, Baekhyun smiled anyways and, for once, was the one who leaned up to kiss the musician gently on the mouth. “Promise.”