Summary: Chanyeol's a gangster and he's gone.
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When Baekhyun wakes up, he's cuddling Sehun... which doesn't make any sense because he remembers hugging the gangster and not Sehunnie.
Untangling himself from Sehun, Baekhyun sits up and pauses, noting that he hears voices on the outside of the tent. He rubs his eyes briefly and yawns before unzipping the front of the tent.
Outside, he immediately sees Junmyeon sitting by the morning camp fire, drinking out of a mug. He's sitting next to Minseok, having a heated discussion about the proper way to cooks eggs and the current state of the world trade market.
But there's no sign of Chanyeol.
Baekhyun pokes his head off to the left of the camp and sees that Chanyeol's motorcycle is gone.
He stops.
Last night was real, though.
It felt real.
Because... it was real.
Baekhyun gasps, scrambling out of the tent, yet still careful that he doesn't wake up Sehun. After quickly closing the entrance, he runs over to Junmyeon and Minseok, flailing his arms around.
"Good morning! Um, have you seen Chanyeol?" He tries to hide his mild panic but Junmyeon sees right through it.
Jumping to his feet, Junmyeon runs over and gives hi ex-boyfriend a fat hug. "Oh, baby!" he shakes his head, disappointed. "You were so knocked out yesterday that you must've forgotten that he left!"
"What?"
"Yeah... Park left yesterday night after the bon fire!" Junmyeon gives a big, fat sigh. "Said that Rin called and everything! Pregnancy scare and all! She's pregnant!"
Minseok takes off his Gucci gloves and throws them at Junmyeon's head, hitting him on the cheek. It would've hurt if he didn't already love the feel of luxury items.
Pure, authentic leather.
"Rubbish, chap! Absolute garbage!" He pulls Baekhyun from Junmyeon's arms, holding him tightly. "Friend, we don't listen to lying snakes! Only in Gucci snakes do we trust, okay?"
Baekhyun looks from Junmyeonnie... then to Minseokkie.
"So... then where is he?"
Junmyeon flips his hair and crosses his arms. "Hmph!"
Taking Baekhyun under his wing, Minseok walks them away from Junmyeon who was picking up the Gucci gloves and trying them on for himself.
"Now, I don't visit the convenience store very often. Ah, only when my chaps and I role play uh, the middle class! Yes, anyways— What was I saying?" Minseok pauses for a second. "Oh, yes! He went to get ice cream! Perhaps not authentic Italian gelato or a handcrafted dessert made by the finest patstry chef in Paris, but the fellow went to go get the 'Melon-uh'."
Melon...uh.
"You mean, melon—"
"Ah! There he is!" Minseok points at the dirt road leading up to their campsite, and sure enough, the familiar sound of Chanyeol's cycle vroom-vrooms ever closer.
And Baekhyun can see the convenience store bag in the gangster's hand.
Melona.
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A/n: got to work early decided to write this chapter BYE!
