The Official EXO Ship Book Pt. 2

Chanbaek pt. 2

Jongdae luckily didn't get punched in the face, but he did get one of his favorite coffee mugs shattered. And he had to collect the scattered papers after Baekhyun swiped at them in a rage.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He roared, shaking Jongdae furiously by the scruff. "You little shit, bringing my sexuality into this, I swear-"

Baekhyun pulled his fist back, but Chanyeol caught his wrist and yanked him away. Baekhyun pummeled at Chanyeol's stomach, but the cop was ready. He tossed the smaller male over his shoulder as he yelled.

"Sorry 'bout that," Chanyeol sighed, wincing as Baekhyun yanked his hair. "Just... I'll calm him down."

He ended up bringing Baekhyun to the academies gym, tossing Baekhyun onto a bench.

"Man, how much do you weigh?" He huffed, out of breath.

"Fuck right off you piece of shit!"

"Right, never ask a woman about her weight-"

He saw Baekhyun pull his hand back, and prepare himself for a punch. Instead, he got a slap; a pretty good one, but that wasn't what surprised him.

"Really?" He asked, frowning. "You know, for someone who tossed me over their shoulder yesterday you'd expect a pun-"

Yep- a punch to the groin sent Chanyeol to the ground. He groaned in pain as Baekhyun seethed above him.

"Go back to your mother's uterus!"

"Alright, no need to bring my mom into this," Chanyeol sighed, wincing as he stood. "Man, I bet that's a thousand kiddos that're done for..."

Baekhyun shoved him back down, pacing as he muttered to himself. Words like "Jackass", "Fuckhead", "Husband?!" and "That's way too gay..." spilled from his lips as Chanyeol regained the will to stand.

"Man," he sighed at his ripped shirt. "That's twenty bucks I'm not getting back..."

Baekhyun turned to glare at him, only to look away as Chanyeol basically ripped the rest of the fabric off. Baekhyun sat at the bench, head in hands as he heard Chanyeol muttering to himself.

"Man, husband's... Hm... Hey Baek, do I buy the rings or you?"

Baekhyun snapped his head up, hands balling into fists. "Fuck you."

"Me it is."

* * *

"Act like you normally would- without the asshole part." Baekhyun reminded after fixing his hair in the mirror. "Remember, we're from Canada."

"For the last time, Baek, gay couples aren't any different than normal ones," he rolled his eyes. "You, of all people, should know that."

Baekhyun punched his shoulder, teeth grit. He didn't need his bisexuality brought into this mess- he just wanted to get this all over with as soon as possible. With a final sigh, Baekhyun got out the car and opened the trunk, taking the luggage out.

"Help me with this, would you?" He called. "What'd you pack, the entire gym?"

"Nah," Chanyeol pulled the suitcase out with ease. "Just all my love for you."

Baekhyun physically gagged, retching slightly. Chanyeol stiffled a laugh, tossing a duffel bag over his shoulder as he made his way inside. Baekhyun grabbed the second suitcase and swung on his backpack, shaking his head in disgust.

Soon they were in their room, and Baekhyun didn't waste any time. He whipped out a pair of binoculars and started spying put the window.

"Sixteen, seventeen... alright, the warehouse is approximately eighteen blocks away, we can take the car and pretend to-"

Two arms wrapped around his waist, cutting Baekhyun off. Chanyeol rested his chin on Baekhyun's shoulder, sighing contently.

"Look at this view! Beautiful!"

"Chanyeol," Baekhyun growled. "Get. Off. Me."

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Chanyeol nuzzled Baekhyun's neck, lips brushing over the skin. Baekhyun was ready to break his foot when Chanyeol's sweet voice dropped and he whispered something.

"What?"

"Pear painting, above the couch."

Baekhyun turned in Chanyeol's hold, frowning in confusion. "What-"

"Aw, my cutie!" Chanyeol interrupted, squealing whilst squishing his cheeks. "Come on, let's take a shower."

Baekhyun stammered in shock, only to shriek as Chanyeol tossed him over his shoulder and walked into the washroom. Baekhyun willed himself to keep his cool as he was plopped onto the edge of the bathtub.

"You better have a good fucking excuse for that bullshit," he snarled, straightening his shirt as Chanyeol turned on the faucet.

"Baek, did you not see?" Chanyeol showed him a heat cam. Baekhyun rolled his eyes and took it, only to gawk at the screen. Sure enough, there were two cameras in the room; one under the bed, one behind that pear painting.

"What..." Baekhyun looked up, taken by surprise. "Is that normal? I'm sure it's just a security thing."

"I doubt it." Chanyeol sighed, running his hand through  his hair. "Go change into something nicer; the quicker we do this the more I get paid."

* * *

"Byun Baekhyun where the hell are you?" Chanyeol breathed, glancing around. Baekhyun told him to wait outside the club, so he expected a wait, but-

"Twenty minutes? Man..." Chanyeol yawned as he looked around, only for it to die in his throat. "Jesus Mary and Joseph, Baekhyun, what the fuck?"

Baekhyun was unable to hide a giggle. Sure, this was unnecessary; but he hadn't had a relaxing weekend in so long, so might as well have an hour to himself. He had dyed his hair blonde, put on his favorite outfit (skinny jeans, white blouse, normal sneakers- finally) and played around with makeup. And from the looks of Chanyeol, he looked pretty good. 

"What? Too much?" Baekhyun gave a twirl, skipping up to the tall man. After a few moments, he closed Chanyeol's mouth playfully. "Quit drooling, it really ruins the fuckboy look."

Chanyeol grabbed Baekhyun's hips, making him squeak. Chanyeol examined him for another minute, trying to control himself.

"Um, Chan?" Baekhyun asked, heart beat picking up. Chan leaned in, clearing his throat.

"Who knows how many cameras there are out here?"

Baekhyun's face fell slightly, realizing that expression Chanyeol gave him was purely acting. "Oh."

"Come on, I'm starving," Chanyeol sighed, grabbing Baekhyun's hand and walking inside. "We gotta get this over with."

Both, Chanyeol thought, glancing at the short boy behind him. I need to get over both of my problems.