𝙄𝙈𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙀 ⇝ ᶜᴴᴬᴺˢᴼᴼ

장8

Chanyeol looked down at the soft, sleeping face before him, resting on his chest.

"Hyuuung I'm back." Kyungsoo heard some shuffling and the front door unlocking from down the hall which woke him up.
Chanyeol shot his head up as he recognised the voice.

Shit, I'm so fucked. Chanyeol thought as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Park Chanyeol, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Kyungsoo whisper-shouted as Chanyeol leaped off the bed, dashing for the en suite.

Why the heck was he in my bedroom in the first place? The shorter thought, remembering Chanyeol heading for the guest room last night.

"Hyung? You're awake?" Sehun questioned as he popped his head into the room.

Sehun felt heat spreading over his cheeks as soon as he saw Kyungsoo's bed hair, and wearing nothing but boxers underneath the bedsheets.

Sehun covered his eyes dramatically. "H-Hyung, are you trying to ruin my innocent eyes??"

Kyungsoo chuckled as he grabbed a jumper from the floor and slid it over his shoulders.

Kyungsoo winced as he got off the bed, a piercing pain which still remained from last night's events. He sighed in relief when Sehun didn't notice the pain hidden in his face.

"Since when did you wear Burberry?" Sehun asked as he cocked an eyebrow.

Kyungsoo stiffened. He looked down at the logo. The jumper from the floor... it's not his. It's Chanyeol's.

"U-Uhm, my father sent it." Kyungsoo gave him a reassuring smile.
Sehun shrugged it off which Kyungsoo was thankful for.

"Hyung, why is your room so messy? Who's jeans are those?"

"Sehun, never mind that, what's the time?" Kyungsoo asked with a sleep deprived voice.

"Uhm, it's 1pm." Sehun replied before he rambled about the 'important family meeting'.

Chanyeol's PoV:

Aish why is that brat here?

I paced up and down the bathroom, listening to the odd conversation that started from the bedroom.

I couldn't quite make out what they were talking about, apart from Kyungsoo telling the other to leave after 5 minutes.

"Hyuuung I came all the way [...] home. You can't just kick [...] out."

"Sehun, I'm busy. I have stuff to do. Just leave. Please."

I heard someone stomping, as loud as they could, before the front door being slammed shut.

"Aish, he's so annoying." I heard Kyungsoo mutter before entering the bathroom.

"Yah, yah, yah. I'm in the bathroom. What do you think you're-" I said as I was just in my boxers in front of the mirror.
He became flustered and lightly slapped himself on the face to calm himself down before interrupting me. "F-First, this is my bathroom. Second, you didn't even lock the door."

Just when I was about to argue, I realised he's wearing nothing but a jumper. My jumper. All I wanted to do was grab his body, tie him to the bed, and fuck him all day.

Instead I grabbed a towel from the cupboard and covered my lower half to hide my growing erection.

"Soo-yah, let me stay for a bit. I- My father, actually, wants to arrange something, and I have a feeling it's something important."

He blushed for some odd reason and replied with, 'fine' before rushing to get out.
I smiled as I saw him struggling to walk. Cute fucking pengiun.