Hello, Mr. Sanity | Chanbaek

Extra Chapter 1

A/N- So I reread through all the comments, died at a lot of them, and I realized that a lot of people are still salty over Jongdae dying.... oops..? My bad.. haha... but anyways! Here's an extra chapter to the story that I've had planned for a little while! I hope you enjoy it!

"Do I really have to go?" My voice whined out, my head laying on plush thighs.

My eyes looked up at the angelic being from his lap, my bottom lip poking out. He only looked down at me and nodded his head.

"You're not getting out of this one, Chanyeol. You caused it, so you could at least show up." Baekhyun spoke.

"But I don't want to go to Kim Jongdae's funeral! Do you know how awkward it would be? I'll show up, and everyone who has never seen me is going to wonder why I'm there. And I'll be like, 'Ha, this funeral would have never happened without me. I put the FUN back in FUNeral!'" I rolled my eyes.

He only shook his head and laughed a little, "I think it'll be good for you to show up. You can learn from your mistakes."

"What? Killing people?"

"No, jumping to rash conclusions and choices. You killed him without hearing the whole story. That was a very bad boy, Chanyeol." Baekhyun scolded.

I only let out a whimper, nodding my head as I snuggled up on his lap more. My arms wrapped around his waist. My lips pecked at his bear stomach as he worked on his paperwork.

"When are we going?"

"In about three hours." He spoke, glancing down at me before looking back at his work.

I only nodded my head, letting my eyes close to rest.

-•-

I groaned, looking at myself in the mirror. The suit seemed too tight and not suitable for me. I straightened up the jacket before looking at Baekhyun. He was absolutely breathtaking, It was almost too much for my heart. I grinned at him, watching as he turned towards me.

"You know, instead of going, we can have our own fun here~" I smirked.

"Chanyeol, we are going and that's final."

"Fineeeeeee." I groaned more, sulking and stomping out to the car.

I buckled myself up, crossing my arms. I watched as Baekhyun locked up the house. He walked over to the car, getting into the driver seat.

"Will stop sulking like a little baby? This is a learning experience." He spoke.

"I will stop sulking when we're done."

He only rolled his eyes, starting the car. He reversed out and began to drive to the funeral home.

-•-

To say it was awkward would be an understatement. It was extremely awkward, and none of his family knew I was the one who killed him. A lot of his family had walked up to me though; I had to say that I was his friend. To which they did believe because Jongdae was apparently really loud and social.

All I wanted to do was go back home and snuggle with Baekhyun, but I was stuck here at Kim Jongdae's funeral.