Chanyeol's determined to fix the mess he made last week when he walked out on Baekhyun and left him alone with Father Louis William Suga Adams Junior the third. God, he feels awful for it.
When he sees Baekhyun come in at the beginning of the lunch shift, Chanyeol immediately seizes the opportunity to apologize. "Baekhyun, I don't know what was wrong with me. I'm sorry. I swear, it's not that I don't like you or anything-" Jongdae snorts from the side, "-I just panicked for some reason and please, I'll do whatever you want to make up for it." He gets it all out in a single breath and looks imploringly at Baekhyun, who remains worryingly impassive.
After a long silence, Baekhyun asks, "Whatever I want?"
Chanyeol thinks he could've chosen better words, especially with the devious look that's made its way onto Baekhyun's face. He nods fervently anyway.
"Play for me again," Baekhyun says simply.
"That's what you want?" Chanyeol sounds incredulous.
"Do you have a problem?"
"No, of course not," Chanyeol quickly amends himself.
The tension dissolves quickly when Chanyeol spots the little upwards curve to Baekhyun's lips. Without thinking, Chanyeol throws his arms around Baekhyun to pull him in until they're pressed flush against each other and Baekhyun's face is buried in the crook of Chanyeol's neck. He forgets about their proximity for a moment out of pure relief that Baekhyun isn't actually mad.
"You're not forgiven yet, asshole." Baekhyun tries to keep a sour expression and ultimately fails.
Chanyeol grins broadly. "But I'm your asshole." He pauses. "That didn't come out right."
Joonmyun looks extremely puzzled as he passes by.
"Wait." Baekhyun speaks quietly now, serious enough that Chanyeol has to look back in surprise. He sighs a little in frustration and runs a hand through his hair and okay, Chanyeol is a little nervous now. "Honestly, I'm the one that should be sorry. I shouldn't have made you uncomfortable."
"No, Baek-"
Baekhyun waves him off lightly. "You don't have to explain yourself."
There's an awkward silence. Chanyeol doesn't know how to tell him that it wasn't uncomfortable, more that it was so easy to be too comfortable around Baekhyun.
"Do you want to come by my apartment tonight? Not that I'm propositioning you or anything-because I absolutely respect you," Chanyeol rambles instead, "But for music. I left my instruments there."
Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. "Just for music, huh?"
Chanyeol flushes.
"Count me in."
