II : VIII

                                    

                                          
^ baekhyun: soooo dad, meet my boyfriend
chanyeol: i swear i haven't had sex in eight years—
                          
Jeez I deleted and rewrote this chapter so many times you have no idea

                          
let me tell you something. Jongdae is a legendary singer.
                          
yup, Chanbaek is still slaying me thanks :)
                          
and yes. 0-100 real quick.
                          
[♧]

                          
PART TWO
"I W A N T Y O U"
II : VIII
                          
It was probably the fact that Baekhyun had been ignoring it for so long—pushed it into the back of his mind to forget about, that made him this delirious when he finally came to terms that yes, he wanted Chanyeol.
                          
So bad.
                          
If the old Baekhyun had heard the thoughts going through his current self's mind, he would've laughed and said how incredibly impossible it was for him to think about this stuff in the future. Yet, he probably didn't expect his future self to be pulling Chanyeol closer, indulging in the way that Chanyeol's hands fit on his hips as he tilted his head to allow Chanyeol more access to his neck, mewling when the taller pressed a kiss to a sensitive area.
                          
The kisses they shared were passionate and tasted of mellow wine, the two of them at the mercy and hands of Want as they pushed for more.

                          
The current Baekhyun couldn't care less if Kris walked in at the moment, nor could he care about what the result of this make-out session would be. He was drowning in Chanyeol's intoxicating scent, allowing himself to become addicted to the feeling of those lips on his skin.
                          
Baekhyun didn't know how long they stayed there, but he only focused on the way that Chanyeol's hand lightly rested on the back of his neck, his own hands running through Chanyeol's ebony locks.
                          
It was Chanyeol who came to his senses first, pulling away from Baekhyun who seemed to chase his kisses, his eyes opening as he stared at the taller, confused. Chanyeol immediately missed Baekhyun's warmth, but he told himself that they were in a kitchen—his restaurant's kitchen, out of all of them—and that right out that door, Kris was probably heading to get his boyfriend back.
                          
He swiped the back of his hand over his lips and he resisted the urge to kiss Baekhyun again, what with the puppy eyes and the soft, wet lips practically begging him to do exactly what he had been doing the past few minutes.
                          
"I should... probably end the get-together," Chanyeol said, having to clear his throat because of how long he spent without talking.
                          
Baekhyun nodded, still recovering from the feeling of Chanyeol's lips on his own. It took him a couple of seconds but he eventually licked his lips before he slid off the counter, having to hold the edge of the counter for his legs felt like jello when he was standing again.
                          
Chanyeol wondered how everything Baekhyun did could look so endearing, but he brushed the thoughts away when the kitchen's door opened again, nearly giving both of them heart attacks.
                          
"Channie, he actually got the jar of pickles off of the top shelf! It's a miracle!" Wendy said excitedly, but it was obvious that she was faking it all as her eyes narrowed when she saw Chanyeol's ruffled hair and swollen lips.