To The Edge Of The Sky| VMinKook

Chapter 8

Author pov

"Oppa, do you know you're considered the most handsome man in town?" she teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips. As she leaned in closer, her hands slipped over his broad shoulders and down his toned arms, igniting an electric connection between them.

"Is that so?" he whispered, his voice low and sultry as he brushed his lips near her ear, causing a light giggle to escape her. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes, Oppa, you are— the most handsome and strong man I've ever laid eyes on," she declared, her fingers resting on his firm, muscular chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his shirt.

Just as the moment seemed perfect, a booming voice interrupted the intimate atmosphere. "PARK Freaking CHANYEOL!" Baekhyun stormed in like a whirlwind, his eyes blazing with anger. His glare cut through the flirtatious air, making the temperature drop.

"Baby!" Chanyeol exclaimed, hastily retreating from the girl, who shot an annoyed look at Baekhyun. She was frustrated that he had disrupted her chance with Chanyeol, a moment she had been relishing just moments before. The tension between the three of them had shifted, and she could only wonder what would happen next. "Baby! "Chanyeol declared, her fingers resting on his firm, muscular chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow with a look of bemusement. "Ah, I was just getting some information from her," he replied, offering an innocent smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

The atmosphere shifted as he added, "The only information you're likely to get from her is about the man she's been with. Honestly, you can't even control that horniness of yours until I return."

The girl's jaw dropped at his audacious remark, her cheeks flushing with shock and anger. "How dare you—" she began, her voice tight with anger, but he swiftly cut her off, not allowing her to finish her sentence.

"You shouldn't be opening that mouth unless you are going to be putting his dick in. And you." he looks back at Chanyeol, who is smirking amusingly at him.m

"you-forget it, there is no point wasting breath for you who can't keep his dick in his pants" Baekhyun gives him a disgusted look before turning a leaving.

Chanyeol let out a deep sigh, his thoughts swirling as he watched Baekhyun walk away. Just as he was about to follow him, a girl stepped before him, gently gripping his arm to halt his movement. "Oppa," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief and allure, "forget about him; I can please you in ways he never could. Come with me, and I promise you'll be happier than ever." A shy smile graced her lips, her confidence wavering behind her playful facade.

Chanyeol couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head lightly as he pulled his arm away from her grasp. "I hate to break it to you," he said, his tone firm but not unkind, "but you need to wake up from whatever fantasy you're in. Don't even think about comparing yourself to my pure Baekie." He felt a surge of protectiveness as he spoke those words, knowing that Baekhyun was more than just a friend—he was someone precious. "Understand this: I won't forgive you again if you keep trying to interfere." With that final statement, he turned on his heel and walked away, determination in his stride as he searched for Baekhyun, who was all too easy to miss in the bustling crowd.

"I said I am sorry," Chanyeol pleaded, his voice echoing softly through the cozy kitchen as he followed Baekhyun, briskly moving away from him, frustration etched onto his face. 

"Go away!" Baekhyun shouted, his tone sharp and filled with anger. He turned to glare at Chanyeol, his eyes blazing with indignation.

Chanyeol sighed, his patience wearing thin. "If that's how you're going to be, then fine," he retorted with a hint of challenge. In a sudden, bold movement, he stepped forward and grasped Baekhyun by the arms, his grip firm but not painful. He gently but firmly pushed him back against the cool, polished counter surface, trapping him between his strong arms.