*

"Do you like me?"

Sehun is just silently staring at him when he asks that question, meanwhile Jongin stares back as if they were in a staring feat. Kyungsoo has to nudge his boyfriend using his elbow to check just in case if he's still breathing.

"Hey. He's asking you," Kyungsoo says.

Jongin smiles, looks away, shakes his head, then turns to Sehun again. "Before I answer that question." He trails his eyes at the three ogling at him. "I request everyone to close their eyes first."

"Why do we have to do that? Just say Yes or No," Luhan says, snorting at him.

"I'm not gonna answer if you don't do it," Jongin shrugs, folding his arms over his chest.

"Fine. Let's just do what he wants," Kyungsoo says. He closes his eyes and grimaces. "There."

Luhan also shuts his eyes close. "Come on. We don't have all the time."

The last thing Sehun sees before everything goes black is Jongin grinning at him, and the moment he has his eyes closed, he feels a warm hand suddenly lingering on his cheek.

Then it is squeezed hard.

He immediately opens his eyes.

Jongin is gone from his spot.

"Where the hell did he go," Kyungsoo says, furrowing his eyebrows seeing Jongin now gone. "That fucker!" Looking around, he sees the male now running up the stairs while laughing on top of his lungs. "Hey, come back here!"

"You, fucking asshole! I'll come and get you!" Luhan screams.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! Idiots!" Jongin guffaws and wiggles his butt, before Luhan is furiously chasing him with Kyungsoo's bunny slipper.

*

He really has a lot of things in common with Baekhyun, Sehun thinks, as he watches Luhan sleep on top of the table, saliva trickling at the side of his mouth while he snores. He remembers Baekhyun doing this a lot of times before, just coming to him saying he wanted to be tutored, yet he only ended up sleeping instead.

Reaching for a tissue, Sehun gently wipes the puddle of drool on the table, before going back to staring at the older's face like he's a piece of art.

"You just came here to sleep and drool on my table, what the hell," Sehun mutters, closing the books Luhan didn't even bother to read. Luhan is his senior yet he is better than Mathematics than him. "I should call Jongin."

He remembers Jongin's face last night.

"Or maybe not," Sehun says instead, deciding to carry Luhan in his arms and putting him on his bed. He sighs as he lies close beside him, letting his thoughts wander around the air and ceiling. "Luhan, how about you?"

Unconsciously, Luhan scoots closer to him and hugs his waits while he sleeps.

"Do you like me?"

No answer.

"I guess no one really likes me then," Sehun mutters to himself, playing with Luhan's hair tickling the side of his face, "Am I that ugly?"

No response.

"Baekhyun doesn't like me. Chanyeol doesn't like me. Jongin doesn't like me. You don't like me. Maybe Kyungsoo also hates me. My Mom is the only person who likes me," Sehun says, "I'm miserable, aren't I?"

"Talking to yourself, huh?"

Sehun slightly gets up, looking at the opened door. He sees a topless Jongin with a small towel slung on his shoulder now entering his room like he owns it. Opening the closet, he rummages through Sehun's clothes and gets a random shirt.

"Can I borrow this?" He already wears it anyway. "Thanks." Then he spots Sehun not alone on the bed, making him raise an eyebrow, slightly annoyed. "Why is Luhan sleeping on your bed and why are you two hugging?"

"Let me borrow him for a while," Sehun says back, following Jongin with his eyes, "Like how you borrowed my shirt."

Jongin laughs, drying his hair with the towel. "Just don't fuck him."

"I won't do that," Sehun says, "By the way."

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you answer my question?" Sehun asks carefully. He watches as the other male sits comfortably on his computer chair, raising both feet for an indian seat. "You just ran away."

"Was it bothering you?"

"No," Sehun averts his eyes, "I was just curious."

"Should I ask it back to you, then?" Jongin says, smiling at him. "Do you like me?"

"No."

"Do you hate me?"

"Yes."

"So, don't you not like me?"

"Yes--- I mean. No."

"Then that's also my answer," Jongin replies, laughing. "I have mutual feelings with you, Sehun. Remember that."

Sehun stares at the closing door, feeling more confused than what he is right now. He just looks down at Luhan's doll-like appearance who is now sleeping on his arm.

"Was it a yes, then?"

*

"Have you observed a drastic change in your behavior for the past week?"

"Like?"

"Like a sudden intense anger or excitement?"

"Just last Sunday..."

"What happened on Sunday?"

"Baekhyun and I went to church."

"And then?"

"People said... Mean things..."

"What kind of mean things?"

"They said I'm disgusting and I should die."

"How did you react?"

"I just left..."

"I see. How about depressive episodes or extreme anxiety?"

"No... It didn't happen so far."

"Changes in your sleeping pattern, maybe?"

"If I don't see Baekhyun, yes, I guess."

"Well... Have you done risky things such as reckless sex, perhaps?"

Chanyeol sits back on his chair anxiously, bearing the doctor's intense gaze. He chuckles nervously. "Why would you ask that?"

"It's included in the post-counseling questions," the doctor says, showing the clipboard. "Did you do it or not?"

Chanyeol buries his face into his palms, sighing. "I did, but not that risky. We just fucked in a church." And he hears the doctor laughing at him. "What now, does that make me a psycho or something? Can't I leave the country because of that?"

The doctor shakes his head, smiling at him. "I understand you have a wild bunch of testosterone going inside your body making you engage in such unusual sexual activities so---"

"Human words, please."

"You're horny," the doctor simply says. "And kinky."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes, if it's too much."

"How frequent is too much for you?"

"Seven times a week."

"I'll just go with six times a week then."

The doctor chuckles at him. "Oh god, I'm gonna die early because of you."

"How okay am I now, Doctor?" Chanyeol asks. "Am I getting worst?"

"You're getting better now, that's the good news. As long as you take your meds regularly and undergo sessions, you won't get out of hand. Just stay calm," the doctor says, then he gives Chanyeol a card, "It'd also help if you try experiencing being controlled just for once."

"What do you mean, Doctor?"

The doctor leans closer, "You know what I mean." Then he pats his shoulder.

Chanyeol maybe blushes at that.

"Anyway, psychological treatment is still necessary. Go to this hospital and I'll recommend you to a friend of mine."

Chanyeol looks at the card. "Where is this?"

The doctor smiles at him. "Seoul."

Hearing the door of the doctor's office opening, Baekhyun immediately stands up, seeing Chanyeol walking towards him. His heart races in utmost worry noting Chanyeol's depressing presence--- shoulders drooped, eyes trained on the floor, long sighs. What he does first is to hold his hand as Chanyeol takes a seat beside him.

"W-what did the doctor say?" Baekhyun asks, yet he already knows the answer to his question judging by how Chanyeol looks right now, "Chanyeol sunbae... What did they tell you?"

Chanyeol stays silent.

"Tell me." Baekhyun's eyes widen. "You have to tell me."

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says in the most serious tone of his voice as he looks at him in the eyes, "I'm dying."

The first tear on Baekhyun's eyes falls.

"They said I only have two minutes to live," Chanyeol mutters, clenching his fist, "I..." He squeezes Baekhyun's hand. "I have brain cancer."

"No," Baekhyun shakes his head furiously, and he's now crying as he buries his face into Chanyeol's shoulder, "NO! YOU'RE NOT DYING!!! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!!!" Chanyeol can feel his shirt getting soaked now as Baekhyun grips it hard, pounding his chest, "How could you just die like this!? You can't leave me like this!!!"

"I... I feel so weak now," Chanyeol mutters, lolling his head on Baekhyun's shoulder."I... I can't feel my legs anymore..."

"Oh, god no. No! Chanyeol sunbae! Don't die!" Baekhyun screams, shaking Chanyeol as he sobs his heart out. He hugs him close and looks around. "HELP!!! SOMEBODY!"

"Ssshhh," Chanyeol says, putting his index finger on Baekhyun's mouth, "I want... a quiet death."

"NO!!! DON'T DIE YET! I HAVEN'T EVEN TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU YET!!!" Baekhyun says, clutching Chanyeol in his arms. "Don't leave me, please! I promise I'll be good to you! I'll stay by your side all the time! I'll give you everything I am! Please! Chanyeol sunbae, just don't die!" He cups Chanyeol's face and kisses his lips. "Wake up!" He shakes his body. "Wake up, no! Not yet!"

"Again... Do that again," Chanyeol mumbles weakly, "The kiss."

Baekhyun kisses him again, slower and more gentle this time, and he can feel Chanyeol kissing him back before smiling against his lips. He opens his eyes, finding Chanyeol now smirking smugly at him.

"Good. I'm alive now," Chanyeol says, wiping the tears on Baekhyun's glistening cheeks using his thumb. "Thank you."

"But... But... I thought---" Baekhyun stares. "Does that mean you're not really gonna die?"

"Of course not," Chanyeol cackles, messing Baekhyun's hair. "You were so cute, though."

"Thank god! I was so scared!" Baekhyun rejoices, embracing him tight. Chanyeol thought he's gonna get a good cursing and beating, so Baekhyun being like this to him makes his heart suddenly soft. Baekhyun looks up to his face and smiles, before hugging him again while he cries, "I thought I am gonna lose you for real..."

Baekhyun is a pure soul, Chanyeol decides, as he feels Baekhyun's gentle hands soothing his back. He releases for a second and tilts Baekhyun's chin up so that he can view his cute puffy eyes better.

"Baekhyun."

"Hm?"

"The doctor approves," Chanyeol says, smiling at him, "I'm not gonna be far away from you anymore."

"REALLY!?" Baekhyun's eyes widen in delight, sparkle even. "Is that true?"

"Yes."

"OH MY GOD! Thank you so much!" Baekhyun yells as he jumps in joy while Chanyeol watches him fondly. "Aaaahhhhh!!! You can go to Seoul now! I'M SO HAPPY!!! Aahhh!!!"

"I can see that," Chanyeol says, "You're really happy."

"Of course, I am!" Baekhyun exclaims. "We're gonna go back to the university again!"

"Yes."

"And, and live together again!"

"Yes."

"And we're gonna have lots of sex!"

Chanyeol laughs. "Sure."

"And go to a lot of dates!"

"No problem."

"And eat delicious food!"

"And get married."

"What?" Baekhyun asks, furrowing his eyebrows. He didn't quite hear that, Chanyeol is mumbling to himself. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Chanyeol says, shrugging. He throws the car keys to Baekhyun who catches them immediately. "Let's go home. You drive."

*

"When is Baekhyun leaving again?"

"Next week," Chanyeol answers.

"Why not now?"

"His flight is still on Saturday," Chanyeol says, "And I'll follow him to Seoul in a month."

Mrs. Park takes a sip on her tea, looking up to Baekhyun waiting beside her. "Oh. I see." Then she stands up and quietly leaves after she finishes her cup. Baekhyun cleans the table after that.

"Your Mom didn't say anything," Baekhyun tells Chanyeol once they're alone in the study room for their home schooling session. Chanyeol is busy typing away on his laptop so it takes a while for him to respond.

"Do you think she's planning something evil?'

Chanyeol looks up from his screen, chuckling. "Like what?"

"You know." Baekhyun shrugs, closing his book and putting down his pen. "Like having me kidnapped or taking me away from you and throwing me to a far away place?"

"She wouldn't waste her time doing that," Chanyeol says, "You're just watching too many dramas, Baekhyun. And if she really did hate you, she had already made you disappear a long time ago."

"You think so?" Baekhyun hopefully asks.

"Yeah. Come to think of it," Chanyeol says, putting his laptop away before sitting on the carpet next to Baekhyun. "She stopped hurting you after you scared her. She gave you money as a compensation when she hit your Mom and she agreed for her to stay here for a while. She also lessened your chores. She let you eat with us every meal, she also let you use her car. She even allowed you to study with me and sleep on the same room as me." Baekhyun slowly nods. "She's not that really that bad as you think. Maybe Dad told her to be a little nice to you."

"You're right. Thanks to your Dad," Baekhyun mumbles, "Maybe I should thank her before I leave. Should I cook for her?"

"You know how to cook now?"

"Of course! I learned it!"

"What dish would you cook, then?"

"Rice balls," Baekhyun answers firmly.

"Rice balls?" Chanyeol snorts, "That's not a dish."

"What do you know about dishes anyway?" Baekhyun rolls his eyes.

"This," Chanyeol's hand pets Baekhyun's sexy thigh, "This is a dish."

"Well," Baekhyun lets out a little smirk, "Is it nine o'clock already?"

Lifting an eyebrow, Chanyeol side-eyes the clock. He sees 8:56 am, making his eyes widen.

"Oh, shit. Four minutes," Chanyeol mutters, jumping on his seat. He looks around in panic and gathers his stuff to clean them up, then he is coming back exactly at nine o'clock in front of Baekhyun.

Chanyeol clears his throat, rubbing his palms against his pants.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Are you sure, Chanyeol sunbae?"

"Yeah."

"You agreed to be my slave so no more backing out, okay?"

"I won't," Chanyeol says, "I promise."

Baekhyun prevents the chuckle to come out of his mouth. He shouldn't be a softie right now. He has studied a lot about this on the internet and he's very excited to do this with Chanyeol before he leaves for Seoul. He still has a sweet one week to enjoy this.

He stands up, sits on the main couch, crosses his legs, and perches both elbows on the arm rest like a queen.

"Face here," he says behind Chanyeol, so the moment Chanyeol hears his voice, he quickly turns around to face Baekhyun's direction while being still seated on the floor.

Baekhyun hums, "Good." He gestures his elegant fingers in the air, signaling for Chanyeol to come closer. "Now come here."

Chanyeol is about to stand up, when Baekhyun suddenly clicks his tongue.

"Hey, who told you you could use your feet?" Baekhyun says in a disappointed tone. He lifts a finger like Chanyeol is a trained dog, then he points at the floor while looking at him with gaze full of authority. "Crawl."

Chanyeol stifles the upcoming curse to come out of his lips, calming himself down. Remember what the doctor said, stay calm and allow someone to control you for once. Sighing, Chanyeol gets on all fours and walks towards Baekhyun using both hands and knees until he is in front of him.

"You're not allowed to talk unless I ask you," Baekhyun says, petting Chanyeol's head like he's a dog, "As my slave, you should do everything I want and do everything I tell you. You understand?"

Chanyeol nods quietly.

"Use your words."

"Yes," Chanyeol replies.

"Yes what?" Baekhyun is anticipating, "Who am I?"

Chanyeol takes a deep breath and swallows down his remaining ounce of pride.

"Yes," He closes his eyes and says in a small voice. "Master..."

"What?" Baekhyun laughs, holding Chanyeol's chin and tilting it up, "I can't fucking hear you. Say it louder!"

Chanyeol deems Baekhyun can be really scary, "Y-yes, Master."

Baekhyun smiles proudly at him, "Very good." He suddenly remembers that something he bought from the store the other day. "Right, I have a gift for you, Chanyeol. I'm sure you're gonna love it." He gets his bag and searches for the pockets, showing the male a pink collar with gem stones around it. "Do you like it?"

"What the fuck is that," Chanyeol mutters in horror, staring at the dog collar Baekhyun is unclasping.

Baekhyun glares at him, his eyes shooting daggers, "What did you just say?"

Fuck this. Chanyeol looks away, "Nothing." He hides his eyes. "I didn't say anything, Master. I'm sorry."

"Hm, I thought you just cursed at me. That was really rude and every rude behavior has a punishment, you know," Baekhyun chuckles, "By the way, you're gonna wear this collar every slave hours, Nine o'clock in the morning until nine in the evening." He leans down to put it around Chanyeol's neck, and Chanyeol has to restrain a moan to escape out his lips having Baekhyun's fingertips purposely tickling the sensitive skin of his neck while he puts on the collar. "There you go! Isn't it pretty, Chanyeol?"

"It's," Chanyeol wants to cry. This looks so fucking gay, "So pretty, Master."

"I know right!" Baekhyun looks satisfied. "And since this is your first day as my slave, I'm just gonna be easy on you." He stands up and walks behind Chanyeol's back. "Your first job is to piggyback me around the house and show everybody your new collar." Then he wraps his arms around Chanyeol's neck from behind and transfers his weight against Chanyeol's back. "Come on. Stand up!"

Chanyeol hides the smile to slip out of his lips as he stands up, carrying Baekhyun behind him. He senses the male resting his chin on top of his shoulder as they walk. Baekhyun feels warm, as always, and he still smells like vanilla, too.

"Where should we go first, Master?" Chanyeol asks.

"To the kitchen," Baekhyun commands, "Prepare me a slice of matcha cake and a glass of milk."

"Okay," Chanyeol says, immediately heading to the kitchen and ignoring every maid's confused looks towards him and Baekhyun clinging on his back.

"Tell them you're my slave," Baekhyun whispers to Chanyeol's ear, giggling teasingly. "Do it."

"I'M BAEKHYUN'S SLAVE!!!" Chanyeol screams out loud for everyone to hear, receiving a surprised gasp from the maids. Good thing his mother is not around, otherwise he'd be dead meat.

Baekhyun breaks into a fit of hearty laughter. "Oh my god, this is so fun!"

"Should I feed you, Master?" Chanyeol asks, watching Baekhyun happily eating his sweets. They're now at the garden, just lounging together.

"No, just massage my arm." Baekhyun offers his arm to Chanyeol and leans back on his chair. Chanyeol takes it, softly squeezing Baekhyun's muscles, making Baekhyun moan. "Oh god, right there..."

Chanyeol has to gulp at that. "Does it feel good, Master?"

"Yeah," Baekhyun says, closing his eyes as Chanyeol plays with his fingers, pulling each one and massaging them. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip while Chanyeol watches him intently. "Do it harder, Chanyeol... Yes... That's right... Ahh..."

"Master, please don't talk like that," Chanyeol says while keeping his calm. Baekhyun looks so innocently sinful just sitting here with closed eyes talking sensually. "It does weird things to me."

Baekhyun then opens his eyes, yanking his hand away. "Are you fucking telling me what to do right now?"

"No, I'm sorry," Chanyeol shakes his head, and maybe he just wants to pin this sassy Baekhyun down right now and fuck him into oblivion. And then he remembers he can't. He's a slave now, and probably a bottom soon. What the actual fuck. "It won't happen again, Master. I apologize."

"Follow me inside," Baekhyun states, standing up and retreating inside the mansion like a royalty. "Bedroom."

Chanyeol arrives before Baekhyun can even close the door. He doesn't hear an instruction yet so he just settles on the floor with his head lowered while Baekhyun sits on the table, his arms confidently crossed on his chest.

"Strip."

Fuck. He sounds so hot like that.

"R-right now?"

"When else?" Baekhyun retorts back.

"I understand, Master," Chanyeol clears his throat and hesitantly takes off his shirt so that he is topless in front of Baekhyun. The pink collar with gems stands out against his pale toned skin, and Baekhyun watches in amusement how every article of his clothing falls on the floor. He watches closely until Chanyeol is left nothing aside from his underwear and collar.

Baekhyun hums, admiring Chanyeol's handsome and aesthetic figure before his eyes. His body is the most perfect art he has ever since in his entire life.

"What should I do next, Master?" Chanyeol asks, feeling a little bit cold.

"Your underwear," Baekhyun states, "Get rid of it."

Chanyeol breathes, slowly pulling down his underwear past his ankles so that he is now stark naked in front of the smaller. This is actually the very first time that he is exposed and nude like this while Baekhyun is still dressed, and that mere fact sends a thrill down his cock.

This is quite exciting, to be quite honest.

Baekhyun whistles, noting how Chanyeol's face is now getting redder as he walks closer to him.

"Get down on your knees," Baekhyun commands, "Just like how I kneel down in front of you to suck your cock."

Chanyeol does what he was told, kneeling on the floor in front of Baekhyun.

"Put your hands behind your back. You can never use them anyway."

Chanyeol feels disappointed, "What? Why?"

"Because I said so," Baekhyun says, looking down at him. "You wanna disobey me, Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun is indeed one cruel bitch.

"No, Master," Chanyeol answers, "I'll do whatever you want."

"I'm glad to hear that," Baekhyun smiles, now going back to his spot and sitting on the table. He observes how hard Chanyeol's cock is now curling against his stomach, "I can see that you're getting aroused now. Does this turn you on?"

Yes. Fuck it.

"Speak."

"Y-yes, Master," Chanyeol answers, and he is now mentally begging for Baekhyun to just touch him anywhere. "This is turning me on."

"You wanna come?"

Fuck yeah!

"Yes!!!"

Baekhyun laughs at how enthusiastic Chanyeol just sounded. "Fine. I'll make you come."

"Really?"

"Come here," Baekhyun says, crossing his legs as he smirks. Taking off his slippers, he gestures at Chanyeol's leaking cock, "I'll help you with that."

Chanyeol's eyes flicker with lust, "What are you gonna do, Master?"

Baekhyun just laughs, "I'll jack you off with my feet."

Chanyeol mutters a curse under his breath.

"What, you don't want to?"

He shakes his head furiously, because damn, that's gonna be hot as fuck. "No, Master! I fucking love to."

*

To be continued.

(A/N: Happy New Year! No update tomorrow, see you on the next day!)