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After a successful photoshoot for VOGUE magazine, Park Chanyeol decided to call it quits and head back straight home. He did not mind the invitation he got from his peers for a late night celebration. He excused himself by saying, “Sorry, my lover wouldn’t like taking care a drunk Chanyeol. You guys know how bad I end up. It’s a pass.”
He received booing comments that ended up with whistles and loud chuckles. Chanyeol’s peers understood anyways; they already knew how dreadful it was anyways to see the young man in his drunken state.
Jang Seho, Chanyeol’s manager, bade the model a farewell. “Say hi to Baekhyun for me,” he said, yawning. “Been a while since I saw him.”
“Sure,” Chanyeol replied. “I’ll see you in three days, manager.”
It was 11:39 in the evening when the model arrived in his simple yet luxurious apartment. The warm dim lights of the lamp contrasted the dark living room, leading Chanyeol’s eyes to the man sleeping on the ashen-like color of the sofa. Slowly, he walked towards his lover and sat down for a minute, taking in the beauty of the sleeping male.
“Baekhyun,” he whispered, carefully patting on to his cheeks. “Baek, baby, wake up.”
“Aiyah…” Baekhyun squirmed. “Ni hen naorende! Bi zui, bi zui!(1)”
Chanyeol stifled his laughter and opted to smile widely. Seeing Baekhyun acting up and speaking in Chinese was something the model got used to, but he barely understood a thing. Chanyeol wished he took his hanja lessons seriously when he was in his eighth grade. Maybe he could by then understand and talk to Baekhyun in Chinese.
Byun Baekhyun—no, Bian Boxian—grew up in mainland China after all.
“Baby, it’s Chanyeol. As much as I love to talk to you in Chinese, do know that I can barely understand a thing.” Chanyeol squished his lovers cheeks and gave him three pecks. “Wake up, babe.”
Baekhyun, rubbing his eyes, sat straight and gave his lover a hug. “Chanyeollie,” he cutely whispered on Chanyeol’s neck. “I missed you, baobei.(2)”
“I missed you too, baby.”
The two decided to stay up late, watching action movies in Netflix while cuddling. Additional smooches and giggles were included also included. “Baobei, what did you do today?”
Baekhyun looked up to see Chanyeol’s face. While Chanyeol tried to count the things he had done for the day, his petite lover could not help but be mesmerized by the beauty of Chanyeol’s face. The latter’s soft monotonous humming also brought out the sexiness in him. Gulping, Baekhyun sat on the model’s lap. This cut off Chanyeol’s reverie, and he was confused with his lover’s action.
“Baek—oomph!”
Baekhyun kissed Chanyeol while unbuttoning his white polo, slowly feeling the warmth emitted from the broad chest. It took about three seconds for Chanyeol to return to his normal state and give the same passion to their lip-locking. The model’s hands rested on Baekhyun’s waist, his hands moving up and down. Baekhyun gave one last hard kiss before he reluctantly let go.
“Sorry, you were hot for a moment. I can never resist you, you know that.” He said, panting.
Chanyeol chuckled with the comment, giving his lover a peck on the nose. “When did you ever not give that as an excuse?”
“I don’t know, probably never?”
Chanyeol just laughed.
“I’m just stating the truth, baobei!”
Chanyeol continued to run butterfly kisses on Baekhyun’s face, whispering I love you’s after each action. They remained in their position up until Chanyeol notices that Baekhyun was drifting back to sleep again. The latter rested his head on the shoulder of his lover, drawing circles with his thumb on the biceps. Then the motion stopped. Chanyeol slowly pats Baekhyun’s head and tried to see his face as well. His lover is still ethereal, and it will never change.
Seeing Baekhyun’s face sleeping peacefully reminds him the days wherein both were at their last year of their university life. Chanyeol was working on his thesis at three o’clock in the morning while Baekhyun on his lap, sleeping. During those times, he felt bad since Baekhyun considers those times as ‘lovey-dovey time,’ but then he lately realized that he was not wrong. It was still considered as their special time for they were still together while sharing their own body warmth and hearts beating as one.
Chanyeol decided to bring his sleeping lover back to their shared bed and call it a night.
Chanyeol woke up to the sound of his lover talking in Mandarin. Baekhyun was at the edge of the bed, talking with someone through the smartphone. He noticed that his words were not continuous and high-pitched, giving a hint that Baekhyun was not fighting with any of his relatives. It was already a common event that Baekhyun would be bickering with someone—especially if he was speaking in his own native tongue. Today was different, and so was the aura surrounding Baekhyun. As Chanyeol squints his eyes, he could see the smile blooming in Baekhyun’s face.
God, Baekhyun is so beautiful, and Chanyeol will never not feel blessed by his beauty.
Quietly, Chanyeol removed his comforters. He dragged his lanky body to hug his lover from his back. Chanyeol gave numerous pecks on his lover’s nape and whispered a “Good morning, love,” to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun nodded in reply. He raised his right hand, hinting to Chanyeol to wait for a couple of seconds, before he could say something in return. Alas, the phone call ended and Baekhyun hugged Chanyeol.
“Good morning, baobei!” Baekhyun giggly said, giving a peck on his boyfriend’s lips. “I already cooked breakfast. I was supposed to wake you up afterwards, but I received a phone call from Ma Ma.”
“What did she say?”
“She’s wanting me to go back to Jiangsu again. China. Home.” He adds emphasis to every word he utters.
Thinking about going back to Jiangsu made Baekhyun’s heart jump in glee; he wanted to introduce Chanyeol, the love of his life, to his big family clan. It wasn’t just that, he wants to prove to his older, respectable relatives that his sexuality is not a phase. He wants Chanyeol to have an idea about his other life as a half-Korean, half-Chinese. He wants his boyfriend to enjoy the same little things he enjoyed as a kid; he wants Chanyeol to experience what he has experience. Know that he realizes, Chanyeol has no idea about his family. It was not because he never wanted to talk about them, no, but they seemed… irrelevant. His big clan were never really a big part of his life (well maybe an exception to his brother and closest cousins—Shixun and Yifan, the four of them were always together stealing Nai Nai’s(3) huangqiao shaobing(4)).
Seeing how Baekhyun’s eyebrows were furrowing, Chanyeol cups his lover’s face and massages the temple with his own thumbs. “Baby, what’s on your mind?” He inquires, smiling.
“Go to China with me.” Chanyeol’s smile did not falter, but his gaze shifted into a mix of astonishment and confusion as soon as Baekhyun finishes his answer.
“What’s the matter?” Chanyeol could only ask in confusion. His hands were then grabbed by his boyfriend, clasping their hands tightly. He could feel how the smaller boy rubs his thumbs over the back of his hand. Through the years, Chanyeol had learned that it was Baekhyun’s way of calming himself. It was also a way to subtly tell Chanyeol that there was something he would like to voice out but has a hard time of processing his words. Either, the model finds it endearing.
“Ma Ma called because gege(5) asked her to call all of us to go back to China. He wants to announce something to the clan. And of course, you know how Chinese people work, it’s going to end up as a big family reunion.”
“Big?” Chanyeol chuckles.
“Big, baobei, very big family reunion.” After emphasising his last sentence, Baekhyun could not help but roll his eyes. Chanyeol only chuckles. He loves how his petite lover could make an attitude for a second. He can’t explain, but he finds it absolutely sexy.
“Anyways, I want you to go to China since… I don’t know, you’ve been busy with modelling at the same time with your business. I just want to spend time with you, baobei. Besides, I want you to meet my Nai Nai, my parents, and my other two favourite cousins! They’re going to love you. My family will love you.”
(1) "You are so annoying! Shut up, shut up!”
(2) It means “baby,” but at the same time it can be used by lovers. It’s like the Chinese version of “jagiya” in Korean.
(3) Means “grandmother.” In Chinese, it differs how you call your grandmother and grandfather, depending on whose parent side they come from.
(4) Huangqiao Sesame Cake in English. It is a delicacy coming from Taixing, Jiangsu. Its outside is coated with sesame seeds, while the bread has the golden brown color. It has a crisp into it when you bite it, and the fillings of the inside could have a variety of meat.
(5) Chinese for "big brother."