And Then There Was You

Let The Games Begin

Sun broke in through the bottom corner of the window; relinquishing golden rays of light. Chanyeol began to stir. A soft groan escaped the giant's lips as he stretched out his aching body, his feet hitting the footboard as his hands mimicked on the wall. He honestly hadn't slept this good in weeks. Practically on cue, thoughts of his blissful night came flooding back into his head and a faint smile crept across his lips. It was so very unpredictable, Baekhyun himself was unpredictable.

Chanyeol could now notice the absence of heat pressed to his body where he had held the other boy. His hands automatically ghosted across the sheets beside him.. empty.

Chanyeol's eyes shot open, taking in his surroundings. Everything was still, uninhibited. The clothes were gone from the floor, the bed completely made on one side.. no trace of Baekhyun in sight. His heart dropped from his chest. He didn't understand why it hurt him that Baekhyun snuck out last night, he probably had regretted everything once the buzz had surpassed. This would make it twice.. twice Baekhyun had played with Chanyeol's emotions and then left.

Slowly the giant stepped out of bed, rummaging through his drawers to find a pair of shorts to wear. He caught his reflection in the dresser's conjoining mirror when he stood back up. Small bruises and little bites were peppered across his collar bone and down his chest. Chanyeol rubbed his hand over the welted skin, wishing he could brush them away. Why did he have to have the constant reminder of what had happened all over his body.. this was by no means fair..

With bitterness in his bite, Chanyeol pulled on the gym shorts. Taking one last antipathic look at himself in the mirror he made his way out of his small room. His stomach growled in response.

"I heard you the first three times, hold the fuck on." He chided to himself while rubbing his stomach. But in all seriousness, he must be famished.. he could actually smell French toast; and it was salivating. Making his way through the kitchen's pillars he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth hanging open at the hinges.

"Good morning sleepy head." Baekhyun smiled brightly as he turned from the stove.

Chanyeol's mind drew a blank. Baekhyun didn't run away.. Baekhyun was here, in his kitchen; smiling from ear to ear.. So does this mean he didn't regret last night? The giant's mouth couldn't wait for his thought process to finish.

"What are you doing here?" Chanyeol blurted, still recovering from the initial shock of finding the other boy.

Baekhyun could only laugh. "Do you want me to leave that badly? I'm hurt." He joked. The smaller boy sauntered over to the giant, caressing his shoulders.

"You should really put a shirt on and cover these up," He traced his small fingers over the marks on Chanyeol's upper body. "People will start to think I'm a savage." He whispered before stretching up to the giant's face and placing a lingering kiss to his lips. Chanyeol was still frozen in place.. What in the actual fuck..

Baekhyun sauntered back over to the counter to continue what he had been previously doing. Chanyeol couldn't help but wander his eyes over the boy as he moved, his hips swaying mesmerizingly. The smaller had yet again shed the plaid he had been wearing the evening prior and somehow found a bright little apron to wear tightly around his waist.

I don't even know I own an apron.. Chanyeol thought, .. Must be Sehun's.

His mind didn't stay on the questioning thought very long as his eyes wandered to lower regions. Baekhyun's jeans hugged tightly to the smaller boy's ass, accentuating every curve and dip on the older boy's body. Chanyeol couldn't help his mouth falling agape.