Be my friend? [Chenyeol]

Phonecall

3rd person POV:

The couple leaned back a bit from each other, smiling contentedly.

"So..."

The taller began to speak, taking a bit of the other's hair and tucking it securely behind his ear, making the smaller blush.

"Feel better?"

The short, brown haired boy laughed nervously, but nodded nonetheless.

"It was just so weird. I felt like someone was following me the whole time."

"I'm sure it was nothing. And even if"

The taller, older boy leaned in, letting his lips ghost above the other's.

"I'd protect you."

With these words, the younger leaned into the kiss, pressing his lips rather strongly against the full ones of the tan boy, taking him by surprise. They stayed like that for a few seconds, letting their eyes flutter shut, and letting the kiss go from sweet to rather passionate. The taller pulled the other impossibly close, more or less onto his lap, as the smaller snaked his arms around his neck, burying his fingers in his soft, though slightly greasy hair. At some point, tongue had been included in the game, both swirling happily in some kind of dance together. It felt a lot better than it sounds.

All in a public place.
...
...
Yeah.

Both young men were so lost in each others taste and feel, they couldn't care less about the stares people were giving them or the concerned mother at the next table going "Junhong-ah, don't look.". The taller pulled back from the kiss, letting the lungs of both fill with much needed oxygen. He slowly opened his eyes, resting his content and love filled gaze on the younger.

"Oppa, you taste like cheesecake."

The taller laughed his surprisingly high pitched laugh, automatically making the other laugh, too.

"Baekkie, I-"

A slightly awkward tension arose between the two.

"I lov-"

"I wanna take you to the GAY BAR!!!"

Sadly, the moment was broken when music suddenly erupted from Baekhyun's coat pocket. The taller raised his eyebrow at the younger, even though he was slightly dissapointed he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Seriously, that's the ring tone you go with?"

"Shut up", was the only thing Baekhyun could reply with as he fumbled with his jacket, trying to get his phone before being stared at by even more strangers.

"I've got something to put in-"

"Hello?"

"Ah, Baekhyunie! Hello, it's Park Wheein, Chanyeol's umma."

"Ah, Yoboseo! How can I help you?"

Baekhyun did his best to seem completely fine and not emit any squeaking noises, which proved to be very difficult since his boyfriend found it incredibly funny to poke him in his ticklish places.

"Can you tell Chanyeol to come home a bit earlier? It's just that I need to go to a dinner party tonight and would like to see him before I go."

"Ex- excuse me?"

"Just give me Chanyeol, will you? The stupid imbecile decided to turn off his phone."

"Mrs Park, Chanyeol and I haven't been talking for more than a month now. I'm not with him."