The Official EXO Ship Book Pt. 2

Chanbaek pt. 1

This is gonna be a wild ride; be prepared

Warning: Swearing. A lot of it.

"Hey fuck up, how's death treating you?"

"Not any worse than your fake girlfriend."

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over my fat paycheck."

"Maybe take those retarded shades off and get proper glasses instead of tiny plastic shits you stick on your eyeball."

"Blah blah blah, keep it short bitch."

"Maybe if you were actually passionate about this job you would quit trying to fuck with me-"

Jongdae banged his head on the table, causing the two to look up. The poor manager gave a sigh, his voice muffled by the paperwork on his desk.

"Both of you," he growled. "Shut. Up. I'm trying to get to the point."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes at Chanyeol before turning back to Jongdae, crossing his arms. "Sorry- go on."

Chanyeol silently mimicked his high pitch voice. "Sorry, go on- OW!"

"Baekhyun what did I say about throwing things at him?"  

"He asked for it!"

"My god, I can't do this, not now," Jongdae groaned, rubbing his temples. "You're both dismissed for the day... I need a fucking Advil..."

Baekhyun stood and stalked out the room, gritting his teeth at Chanyeol's chuckle.

"Nice tantrum."

"Fuck off." Baekhyun made his way to the elevator, rolling his eyes when he realized Chanyeol was still at his side. "Why are you-"

"Look, I know you hate me- and trust me, the feeling's mutual." Chanyeol forced a smile. "But I think we can start fresh. We got a new mission, Byun. What'd you say, hm? Partners?"

He stuck out a hand, the muscles rippling underneath his black shirt. Baekhyun watched his hand, then flickered his gaze to Chanyeol's face. The tall jerk was smiling, enjoying the moment. Baekhyun allowed a smirk as he grasped Chanyeol's hand.

Then threw the giant over his shoulder.

Chanyeol had enough reflex to extend his arm and break his fall slightly, but still ended up hitting his head. He gave a groan as Baekhyun pressed a button for the elevator. He leaned over Chanyeol, giving him his famous "kind" smile.

"Over my dead fucking body."

With that, the short boy walked into the elevator and waved goodbye as the doors closed. Chanyeol sat up, grumbling under his breath. What a shithead.

* * *

Baekhyun was typing on his phone outside Jongdae's office when Chanyeol appeared; another one of his stupidly tight button ups on. Baekhyun stared in disbelief, then looked at Chanyeol's smug smirk.

"What?" Chanyeol flexed, nearly popping one of the buttons off. "Enjoying the view?"

"Seriously? Are you that desperate for a blowjob?"

Chanyeol snorted. "Don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm. Give me a couple of jumping jacks, would you?"

Chanyeol tried to raise his arms, only to slyly cross them again. "I don't want to."

"Or you can't?"

"Fuck you."

When the conversation ended with "Fuck you", you knew you won. Just then, Jongdae opened the door and addressed the two cops waiting there.

"Oh, good, you didn't gouge each other's eyes out. Come on in."

After all three were seated, Jongdae was quick to get to the point. There was a major trafficking case downtown, and the two needed to go undercover to scope out the situation and see how bad it was. Chanyeol immediately turned serious, nodding at the right times and humming when he was hit with an interesting thought. Baekhyun bit his lip, tapping his knee silently as he imagined the scenario.

"Alright, who are we?" Chanyeol asked after Jongdae gave them both a couple files. "Roommates? Neighbors? Gang leaders?"

Baekhyun read through the file, only for his heart to stop and his eyes to widen. He looked up at Jongdae, murder in his eyes.

"No," he whispered, murder in his voice. "I won't allow it. How fucking dare you."

Chanyeol gave a confused look, causing Jongdae to take his glasses off in case he was punched in the face.

"We need you two to be a couple."