*

With a tray in hand heading to the living room, Chanyeol puts it down the table and serves three cups of chamomile tea and pretzels as per the woman's request. Being a hospitable host isn't naturally running on Chanyeol's blood, but he has to put up some act since the woman he has to deal with and face right now is Baekhyun's mother.

And that fact still hasn't sink in enough to his brain.

Baekhyun and his mom have a lot of resemblances especially their eyes, lips, and the shape of their faces. But Chanyeol is still at awe that the woman is Baekhyun's biological mom. She looks so young compared to her age of 39, and she is also gorgeous like a supermodel, that she could even pass as Baekhyun's older sister.

Now Chanyeol knows why Baekhyun has his internal aesthetic and grace. It runs on the genes.

Chanyeol wasn't literally eavesdropping when he was in the kitchen preparing a nice tea and some shit for the visitor. Baekhyun's voice was just originally loud, so he heard them talking generally about Baekhyun's life and how his mom missed him back home. The woman also mentioned something about Baekhyun's college entrance exam and the rest all about childish endearments and endless laughters. They caught up with each other stories while Chanyeol technically not-so listened in the kitchen.

A sigh escapes out of Chanyeol's mouth as he sits down on the other side of the couch, not too close nor too far from Baekhyun, a distance which you won't suspect there is something behind close doors.

"So," the woman starts as she takes a little sip of her tea, and Chanyeol knows the real conversation is about to start with him included, "I went to the address you gave me last time, but I only found an empty apartment. What happened?"

"Oh," Baekhyun chuckles, rubbing his palms on his knees, "I uh, I moved out."

"Since when?"

"A couple of months ago."

"Why? Did Sehun and you get into a fight?" The lady in red--- Baekhyun's mom rather, glances at Chanyeol shortly. "I heard he moved back to his parents' house."

"Yes, he did, and Sehun and I are in good terms. We're not in the middle of a fight." Chanyeol only watches as Baekhyun grabs some pretzels to eat. "His parents' house is closer to the university so he decided to move back. And I uh, decided to move out as well."

"Nice place you got here by the way." Baekhyun's mom wanders her eyes around Chanyeol's mansion--- palace. "Sehun texted me the address of this place so I went here. He told me you're living here comfortably."

The fact that this woman mentions Sehun's name 90% every time she opens her mouth bothers Chanyeol a little bit, as well as the fact that it is obvious that she communicates with Sehun more often than her own son, or that's what Chanyeol thinks.

Baekhyun smiles as an answer to his mother's question. "Yes, Mom. I'm living here very well."

"I'm glad to hear that," the woman says before finally looking and recognizing Chanyeol's holy presence, "Is he your landlord?"

Chanyeol almost spits the tea out of his mouth while Baekhyun chokes on his pretzel.

"The owner of the house?" The woman raises her perfect eyebrow at Chanyeol, expecting for an answer. "Right, young man?"

"Chanyeol, just call me Chanyeol," Chanyeol says after he recovers and puts back his calm face, "Yeah, I'm the owner of this house and your son is living here with me."

"Okay, Chanyeol. What a nice name," the woman praises as he stares intently at this young man, "You have a handsome face and an impressive height."

"Thanks. I get that a lot."

"Where are the other tenants by the way?" Baekhyun's mom asks, giving Baekhyun a fishy stare, "Looks like the two of you are left alone here?"

"T-they went out for a while!"

"Okay, I see," she answers.

Another lie, Chanyeol says to himself. So this is what you want.

"So. Does Baekhyun pay his rent on a regular basis or?" the woman asks, and Baekhyun is giving Chanyeol the look. Chanyeol has no fucking idea what the hell does that mean. "I'm just worried since he got no part-time job and all. I just wanted to maybe help my son pay his house expenses and all that stuff?"

"Uh, the rent. Yeah. Of course." Chanyeol laughs dryly. "He pays the rent but I accept payments rather not in cash. I know he doesn't have a job right now so, yeah. I'm really a considerate person so I greatly appreciate small deeds, like him helping me out around the house. Doing some chores. Working out with some stuff together or something like that."

Baekhyun is glowing red now. He keeps shuffling on his seat and playing with his hands nervously.

"I see. I guess that's nice." The woman heartily laughs and Chanyeol thinks she is just so fucking dumb and clueless, but still adorable like Baekhyun. He feels guilty, though. "Are you two friends or something?"

"Yeah!" / "No."

Both males answer in unison, but the difference in their replies makes the woman a bit skeptical. She puts down her cup of tea and crosses her arms.

"So, what are you? Just acquaintances?"

"No. Baekhyun and I are---" Chanyeol opens his mouth to speak but Baekhyun cuts him off.

"We're best friends!"

Chanyeol internally chokes on his saliva. Baekhyun's voice was too chirpy and annoying to even ignore, and so he side-eyes him as if he's scanning the smaller male's whole existence.

"Really?" the woman asks. "I didn't know you have another best friend aside from Sehun."

That's because I am your son's boyfriend, woman. Chanyeol glares at the window right behind Baekhyun's mom.

"You see, Mom. We've known each other for several years now. Me and Chanyeol sunb---" Baekhyun clears his throat. "I mean, me and Chanyeol went to the same high school so we became really close during that time."

"Okay?"

"We were both in the Student Council," Chanyeol adds. "We spent a lot of time together there."

"Yeah! He was the Student Council President and I was his--" slut, "--Vice President! R-right, Chanyeollaaah?"

Okay. Chanyeol wants to fucking punch him on the face and kiss him on the lips at the same time because that was just plain cute.

"Yes, of course. My Vice President."

"And now that I passed the entrance exam, we're gonna go to the same university, too!" Baekhyun says, grinning so wide, "Isn't that great, Mom? Chanyeol and I will be together in college so you don't have to worry about me!"

"Would you look after our Baekhyun?" The woman kindly asks Chanyeol. "You seem like a good guy like Sehun."

Sehun this. Sehun that. Fuck Sehun.

"Sure thing," Chanyeol replies. "Just don't mention Sehun."

"Why? Aren't you friends with Sehun?"

Baekhyun laughs out loud it comes out forced.

"They're friends!" Baekhyun lies. "Chanyeol here just doesn't like uhm, being compared."

"Is that so?" The woman chuckles softly. "My bad, sorry."

Wait until this is fucking over, Chanyeol mentally says as he glares daggers at Baekhyun who's sending him cute puppy eyes.

"I know your Mom still looks pretty and young but you see, baby. I'm getting older and busier now so I can't look after you that much." Baekhyun frowns at the mention of that as he grips his mother's hand on top of his hand. "But always remember that I'm here for you. Mom is always thinking about you."

Chanyeol must admit that Baekhyun's mom is kind of sweet and caring. He suddenly misses his own mom.

"Yes, Mom."

"Be good to your landlord and don't cause too much trouble. Behave yourself, okay?"

"Okay."

Chanyeol says nothing anymore since he's quite (a lot) pissed off. Baekhyun's mom looks somehow convinced and she's giving him the trust, that is why she doesn't ask anything anymore about them.

"You look happy here so I guess I don't have to worry anymore." Baekhyun's mom lets out a classy sophisticated laugh. "I should head out now. Sehun's mom and I are gonna meet for some coffee before I go back home. That bitch is waiting for me."

"Be careful!" Baekhyun hollers out, waving his hand to his mother who is brightly smiling back at him. "Tell Dad I said hello! I love you, Mom!"

"Love you too, baby! Make sure to go out with Sehun more often!" Baekhyun's mother yells before she gets on the cab. The two males wait for the cab to drive off before they come inside the house, Baekhyun smiling and Chanyeol scowling.

As soon as the door is closed, Baekhyun immediately presses his palms together, bowing ninety degrees in front of Chanyeol.

"I'm very sorry, Chanyeol sunbae. I didn't mean to lie to her! It's just that!" Chanyeol gives him a deadpan look. "My mom is gonna kill me if she finds out I'm dating another guy that is not Sehun."

"Figures."

"I really really wanted to tell her the truth about us!" Baekhyun cries, and he is now clinging to Chanyeol's arm like a koala, "I promise next time, I will definitely tell her that I'm dating you, and we're making love and we're fucking and I'm your little slut, so please! Don't get mad at me! Please, please, please!"

"I fucking hate the fact that you lied to your own mother." Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's hand and shoves it off, pushing him away, "I also didn't like it that she was shoving Sehun right in front of my face."

"She is just fond of him since we both grew up together," Baekhyun reasons out. "But she didn't mean to make you feel that way, she was just a little bit--- excited."

"You know what I hated the most? You didn't even stand up for me, like I was just nothing but your fucking landlord," Chanyeol mutters as he glares at Baekhyun coldly, "You treated me like shit."

"But! But that was just a white lie! And I told her you were my best friend, at least!"

"Best friend? What the fuck?" Chanyeol sarcastically laughs. "Best friends do not fuck each other, and as far as I can fucking remember, I just got your ass pounded by my cock before your mother came in to my house."

"But!" Baekhyun tries one more time, but Chanyeol again, brushes him off and walks past him. Baekhyun follows him everywhere, "I didn't mean it like that, Chanyeol sunbae! I told you I'm sorry. I should've been careful with my words..."

"Just because I played with your petty act doesn't mean that this whole fucking thing is okay."

"I know I was wrong so I'm sorry," Baekhyun apologizes again. "But please, don't push me away. You know Chanyeol is the only one that I love even if my mom likes Sehun so much..."

"Fuck off." Chanyeol walks up stairs while Baekhyun still trails behind him like a puppy. He doesn't want to hear any of Baekhyun's explanations right now. He has had enough of them. "And if that's really love you are talking about, you should have told that to your mother."

"I know I made you upset because of what I did but all I want is my mom to not get worried about me. Please understand, Chan--- Wait, no!"

The last time Baekhyun sees is the door of Chanyeol's room slamming right in front of his face. He sighs and leans his back against the door.

"Oh god. He's really mad at me."

*

No matter what Baekhyun does or how many times he apologizes and explains himself, Chanyeol won't still properly talk to him. He'd just speak to him curtly when needed and then that's it. They'd talk for a while and that's the end of the conversation. Worst scenarios are Chanyeol brushing him off and ignoring him given the fact that they're living together under one roof.

Baekhyun feels lonely. Chanyeol must be really upset about what happened.

It's been days since Baekhyun's mom visited, and time flies really fast Baekhyun didn't realize he's going to college now. He's already an adult and he should live through that from now on. It's his first day at the university so he must do well to mark history.

Grabbing his backpack and stuff, he takes one more glance at his whole-body mirror, slightly cringing at the way he looks. He almost didn't recognize himself to be honest, because his appearance is quite odd but utterly refreshing. He has specs on just for the sake of looking smart, while clad in a black cardigan sweater and a white dress shirt underneath. He got them somewhere in his closet together with a pair of brown slim trouser bib pants. That is according to the fashion magazine he read yesterday.

He prepared for his OOTD, of course. He must look great. Really great.

Goodbye neat and proper high school uniform. Hello, stylish casual clothes.

"I look---" Baekhyun mutters as he flats his hand on his chest, "new."

Without bothering to knock, Chanyeol opens the door to Baekhyun's room. "What's taking you so long? Let's---"

Baekhyun gasps in surprise as he looks at Chanyeol who is--- has always been handsome in his casual clothes. Chanyeol is equally staring at him, his face unreadable.

Silence.

"Let's go." Chanyeol tears his gaze away and clears his throat. Baekhyun follows him with a frown on his lips.

"Chanyeol sunbae. Please notice me." The smaller male walks beside Chanyeol, looking up to him and jumping like a kid, waving at him to get his attention. "Chanyeol sunbae! Chanyeol! Park Chanyeol!"

"What?"

"Look at me! Please!"

Chanyeol looks at him with a bored and nonchalant expression on his face. "Now what?"

"Please don't get mad at me anymore... I already said sorry many many times, right? I won't take it if you keep on treating me like this..." Baekhyun rubs his eyes under his specs and fake-sobs a little.

Chanyeol only stares.

"My heart has been really hurting. I always cry at night and I couldn't sleep thinking about you. I had eyebags and I could barely eat anything. I think I also lost weight." Baekhyun lowkey checks if Chanyeol is still listening, and yes, he's still there.

"Look, I'm already skinny, aren't I? I think I'm feeling dizzy right now. But no! I won't skip school... I will go to school even if I feel sick... But don't worry, I can take care of myself so please... Talk to me and stop ignoring me, please? You are my strength and I need your attention and love... Ouch... I think my head hurts a little just now."

Chanyeol relaxes his stance and massages his throbbing temples. He looks at a pitiful Baekhyun in front of him, so he finally, finally puts his guards down and faces the smaller male. He admits he has gone slightly jealous of that Sehun shit but that's it. Maybe he really went a tad bit overboard of ignoring Baekhyun and he thinks he needs to quit this bullshit.

"So, you need to go to the doctor or something."

"No! It's fine... Just... Just carry me to the car... My legs... they are weak."

"You can walk, though."

"No, I can't!"

Baekhyun softly chuckles inside his brain as he clings onto Chanyeol's neck while Chanyeol carries him bridal style heading to the car. Baekhyun thinks that sometimes, Chanyeol can be also caring.

The ride to the university is quiet, Baekhyun smiling on his seat while Chanyeol driving quietly with his eyes focused on the road. Constantly side-eyeing him, Baekhyun keeps moving and brushing his fringe as he looks at his reflection on his phone screen.

"Stop," Chanyeol says. "Why are you so fidgety?"

"I think I look weird," Baekhyun sighs. "It's the first time I'm dressing up like this."

"You look," Chanyeol pauses, "beautiful."

"Really?" With a giggle, Baekhyun asks. "I do?"

"Of course."

"Are you still mad at me?"

"No. I wasn't really mad at you."

"Then why were you ignoring me?"

It's now Chanyeol's turn to chuckle inside his brain.

"No reason. I just wanted to ignore you."

"That's..." Baekhyun can't help but laugh instead of getting angry. "Bullshit."

"Watch your language."

One moment Baekhyun is sitting on the passenger seat and then next, he's already settled on top of Chanyeol's lap with his arms over Chanyeol's shoulders.

Baekhyun smiles and adjusts the driver seat so it would be more spacious for the two of them.

"The fuck are you doing," Chanyeol breaths, half-annoyed half amused. "You know class is about to start in thirty minutes."

"So we have thirty minutes left!"

"Baekhyun, I can't believe you," Chanyeol lets out a strangled sound when Baekhyun's fingers trace the outline of his adam's apple, "I'm not in the mood to do this. Get off my lap."

"I can't." Baekhyun lies, still using his hands to playfully touch Chanyeol in every part he likes. "I'm stuck."

Grabbing Baekhyun's hand, Chanyeol leans his face close to Baekhyun, their slightly-parted lips barely touching but not actually getting contact. Baekhyun moves forward to reach his mouth but Chanyeol purposely avoids him, much to Baekhyun's great dismay. A hand travels on the front of Baekhyun's pants, pressing down and palming his crotch teasingly. Chanyeol laughs when he feels a sudden twitching reaction under his touch, together with Baekhyun's breath hitching.

Chanyeol whispers into Baekhyun's ear:

"As much as I wanted to fuck you here." He straightens Baekhyun's clothes and pats him softly. "I won't do that for the sake of your new clothes."

"But..." Baekhyun's cheeks redden. "But I'm already feeling horny..."

"Oh, you do?"

Baekhyun nods, lips caught in between his teeth. "Yes..."

"You want to get off?"

"Yes..."

Chanyeol smirks, a not-so smug smirk.
"We can do something about that."

Baekhyun has never imagined that this would be the scene on his first day at the university.

But he likes it. A lot, actually.

The professor for the first subject has arrived, and he starts telling some introductory shit Baekhyun doesn't give a fuck. The enormous lecture hall is packed with different freshmen students who came from different parts of the city he couldn't care less at the moment. He is now seated at the top back row of the lecture hall as Chanyeol instructed, still bearing the stiff buddy inside his pants.

[Are you already seated there?]

Baekhyun hears Chanyeol's voice on his earphones stuck inside his ear. Though he can't see him, Baekhyun nods.

"Yes..."

[Good.]

There are over seventy people around Baekhyun. Some faces are his schoolmates in his old high school while some are random strangers. Baekhyun knows Jongin, Kyungsoo and Sehun are already here, just scattered somewhere in this very hall.

"What do I do now, Chanyeol sunbae?" he asks Chanyeol, who is right now seated in his own classroom at the other building of the university. Baekhyun can hear the faint voice of a professor talking on the speakers.

[You see the desk in front of the lecture hall? The white one.]

The professor, Baekhyun forgets his name, starts to write something on the whiteboard. He puts his books on top of the wide desk, while talking about something Baekhyun can't even comprehend.

"Yes. I see it..."

[Imagine how would it feel like if I bend you over there, fucking you hard on that desk.]

Baekhyun tenses as he glares at the table, the wide spacious table, imagining himself splayed over there all naked while Chanyeol's cock is buried deep inside of him.

"Oh god..."

[It would be fucking hot if I bang your ass on top of the desk, right? And you're gonna scream my name, so that they'll know how horny you are for my cock.]

"I-I... Shit."

Baekhyun's hand curled into a fist under his desk as he hears Chanyeol laugh on the other line. Chanyeol is clearly enjoying this while he suffers here, cock throbbing hard.

[What are you doing right now, Baekhyun? Are you listening to your professor?]

"N-no..." Baekhyun gulps heavily as he slowly zips down the fly of his pants. He uses his right hand to free his hard dick as he still breaths, his heart pounding fast inside his chest. "I-I... I'm not listening to him. I can't understand... what he's saying."

[Which is better? Me fucking you on that desk in front of everyone? Or me fucking you there after class?]

"Oh god, no..." Few students turn their heads to look weirdly at Baekhyun. "W-why would you say that right now... I-I can't even..."

[Are you hard?]

"Yes..."

[Why don't you touch yourself? They won't know you're jerking  your dick off under the table?]

"R-right now?"

[Of course. I know you want it.]

"Yes... Yes, Chanyeol sunbae..."

[Then do it.]

The big arrogant smile never leaves Chanyeol's face as he writes his lengthy essay, hearing Baekhyun's restrained moans and breathy grunts on the other line. He can clearly imagine how Baekhyun looks like right now with a hand inside his pants, unsuspectingly masturbating at the back of the lecture hall.

This is fun and exciting, Chanyeol thinks, but the text on his phone from Baekhyun's mother is a lot more amusing, to say the least.

Good day, landlord. How's Baekhyun's first day in college going on?

Good, ma'am. Chanyeol replies back. He's learning a lot.

*

To be continued.