Dreamy eyes 《 CHANBAEK 》

3

The next Saturday came but there was no sign of Chanyeol. Baekhyun didn't really notice. Then another week passed and he felt the need to tell Chen about his experience.

"Didn't he come back?" Chen asked surprised.

"Nope" Baekhyun answered rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Well, who knows"

After that another two weeks passed. Baekhyun had completely forgot about the boy.

Until a Monday morning when he was two hours late to open the store and when he ran the fastest he could until there, he saw Chanyeol sleeping in front of the door. He was wearing a business suit and he was snoring. Baekhyun found it adorable and decided to go to the bakery next door. He bought two donuts, one for him and one for Chanyeol.

"Hey.." he said stroking the other's hair.

"It's okay.. It's cold. Let's get inside" Chanyeol not opening his eyes or talking followed Baekhyun.

"Here. Seat" he said giving him a chair.

"And this.." he handed him his coffee along side with the donut.

"Thought you forgot about me" he joked watching the giant eating like there would be no tomorrow.

"You can have that too.." Baekhyun said before biting his donut and Chanyeol didn't even look at him he just declined refusing to listen to his empty stomach.

"So.. Ehm" Baekhyun mumbled like a baby trying to speak his first words.

He wanted to ask so many things this boy. For example.. Why was he up so early? Or why was he dressed in an all black suit? Maybe he was a mafia! Should he be worried? Is he going to hurt his store? The store that he feels as his home? And as if Chanyeol was reading his mind he put the half finished coffee aside, inhaling and answering.

"Well, I was looking for you last night, but you weren't at the store and I thought you would come back so I just sat there and waited for you, but I fell asleep. You see.. I had a long work day at the bank. Actually this is the suit I work in and when my shift was over I came here" silly excuse, questionable confession, dull day, but Baekhyun fell for it and not only the excuse.

"Want to stay? Until noon when I'll close the store" he asked placing his hands in front of him holding them tightly, pressing his lips against each other.

"Of course" Chanyeol laughed and grabbed a work robe to help the boy.

They started working, cutting leaves, decorating bouquets, helping customers.

"Chanyeol" Baekhyun said cleaning the dirt.

"Yeah?"

"What day is it today?"

"Monday, why?"

"Just asking.." Baekhyun stopped cleaning. He was excessively thinking. Yesterday was Sunday. Local banks are closed at Sunday. He didn't want to believe he was just lied by the boy he was so fascinated by. No more negativity right? He thought.. That was the agreement right? Yeah...

..

"Where should I-" Chanyeol asked holding a rotten tulip.

He was bending and now making his way up but ending up in front of Baekhyun.

"Put this.." he finished his words in a husky whispering as there was zero distance between the two of them.

Baekhyun lowered his eyes only to meet Chanyeol's chest.. Chanyeol moved his fingers all around Baekhyun's slim figure, not touching him. No, just sensing his existence, his heavy breath that was sharpen. With his one hand he took Baekhyun's fluffy hair away from his eyes and with his other he placed the tulip on his ear.

"Gotta go" Chanyeol said leaving the store, almost running away. Well, Baekhyun. Baekhyun was just standing there still feelling Chanyeol's hands running all over his body and his vivid aura all around him.

..

Once again a week passed. A week of Baekhyun jumping up in every ring of the door, hoping that the customer that was coming would be Chanyeol, and every time he realized it wasn't the boy, he just dined himself he ever thought about him.

"No.. This boy is just a random fuckboy. Not my type. Definitely not my type" he said locking the door, walking on the night road heading home.

"After all I'm waiting for my girl... For like three months, yeah" he entered his house throwing his bag on the couch and his shoes on the one side. He washed himself and sat on his bed.

"Sush, Baekhyun!" he mumbled to himself trying to stop his thoughts.

"She will come back" he leaned his hand against his forehead where his wet hair were laying.

"Come on!" he yelled grabbing the pillow from behind him, chocking himself in the violet aroma.

"It damn still smells like her hair" he mumbled, placing the pillow slowly into his hug, tighting his fists around it, wanting to just die smelling it. And as he held it, tears jumped off from his eyes.