#shotgunfic

“That is something I’d never, ever want to lose, Oh Sehun.” Chanyeol says, eyes trailing over someone who was by the kitchen counter, munching silently on some fridge stored apple. Byun Baekhyun wore Chanyeol’s shirt again that day, collarbones peeking out from the corner of his falling off shirt and the taller finds it endearing as he cutely chews on the apple with one eye closed. 

Sehun follows his trail of sight, only to find the end of gaze being the object of Chanyeol’s affection, Byun Baekhyun. “Who says you are going to lose him?” Sehun mumbles, lazing around the couch and sinking a little more into the soft cushions. Chanyeol lightly kicks his friend’s legs touching his shin and the other groans at the light pain. 

“I just wanted to say it out loud, y’know. Something like solidifying it into thin air and it would be marked as something as I actually said.” he drawls, eyes softening at the sight of Baekhyun suddenly yawning amidst his chewing. 

“It’s not recorded though, you dumb ass.”

“But you heard it, that’s what matters. Or at least I’ve said it out loud.” Chanyeol says in return and shooting Sehun one sharp glare that he did not meant even as half mean. 

“Why not tell him then?” Sehun suggests, raising a brow when he notices Chanyeol’s ears turn red fast. He finds it amusing, sitting up straight and paying more attention to their conversation. 

“You know Junmyeon hyung will kill me if I do that.” Chanyeol grumbles, stutters eventually and he shoves Sehun unintentionally hard, making the other stumble back into the soft cushions of the sofa. The taller of the two peels his eyes off Sehun and whips it back to Baekhyun, only to find him standing near them. 

Startled, Chanyeol chokes on his saliva, coughing a little too excessively with Sehun’s light snickers heard at the background and Chanyeol swears he will kill their maknae later in his sleep. 

Baekhyun giggles at that (that fucking giggle that turns Chanyeol’s insides) and proceeds to soothe his back.

“I wonder what Junmyeon hyung will kill you for?” Baekhyun teases, sitting beside the taller and leaving no space for their personal... well, space. 

Chanyeol felt his ears go red again and opted to snuggle Baekhyun, head buried by the smaller’s back and arms locked on his petite waist. The taller could hear Sehun making gagging sounds and finally leaving them for themselves, not without saying a loud “Just get married already, jezus.” 

“Nothing. I’ll tell you sometime soon.” Chanyeol murmurs and smiles in his embrace as he felt Baekhyun’s arms fall atop his. 

“Promise?” 

“If you promise me one thing in return?”

“Which is?”

“Never lose that smile okay?” or don’t lose me okay?

Baekhyun blushes, but it’s not that Chanyeol could see anyway so he smiles it off, tightening his grip on Chanyeol’s arms around him and squealing internally so hard. 

Baekhyun exposes his collar bones at that specific music show, feeling all hot with all the lights surrounding their enclosed environment. He rips apart the buttons in one swift movement and from the corner of his eyes, he ignores the glare he is getting from Chanyeol. The audience loved it though, seemingly letting them peek on his exposed toned chest and who was Baekhyun to deny himself of such attention? They screamed louder than before and he smirks at the ego boosting cheers.

They kept dancing till the end, noticing that when Chanyeol’s position was swtiched closer to his, Baekhyun swears he hears the taller cursing internally, almost speaking the thoughts out loud but not quite. It was the way those hungry, possessive eyes graze all over his exposed skin that made Baekhyun’s skin crawl with excitement and shivers.

They ended with a bow, the taller exiting as hurriedly as he can and shooting a scowl on Baekhyun before he disappears from the backstage completely.

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“Aren’t you a little aggressive?” Chanyeol growls lowly, pining Baekhyun by the wall with both hands hovered beside his petite boyfriend’s body. He towered over Baekhyun, but the sly smile he receives in return was nothing sort of reaction he was expecting from his trying-to-be intimidating stature.

“Aren’t you a bit possessive then?” Baekhyun shots back playfully as he leans closer to Chanyeol’s neck, his magical hands swiftly unbuttoning Chanyeol’s top. The taller did not flinch nor move and his breathing seems to be too even for Baekhyun’s suggestive movements.

He pouts as he leans back on the wall, feeling Chanyeol’s hard blank stare on his, waiting for something. Sighing, he wraps an arm around his taller boyfriend’s neck, giving a small peck on his plump, glossy lips.

“Im sorry. I wont do it unannounced again.”

Chanyeol then smiles, warmly and not seductively that had Baekhyun’s cheeks burning pink. The taller gives a chaste wet kiss on his cheeks.

“Love you ByunBaek.” He chuckles, pushing his arms closer and now embracing his cutely embarrassed boyfriend.

“Fuck you too.”

Chanyeol squirms under your touch, fleeting hand motions that swiftly unbuttons his shirt with lips fumbling against his hotly. It was about that time of night where you were mostly possessive, expressively showing that sudden influx of hormones and as much as you restrained to get him under you, the emotions of his face quivering with excitement under your touch heightens your senses. A groan of satisfaction escapes his lips and spills into yours when the cool air hits his torso, your hands hastily removing him of his top.

Surely, this was the five star hotel you have both been staying in since you've started to date, the airconditioning working on its topmost coniditon but it seems like someone had clicked the wrong button and turned on the heater instead. A rush of possessiveness bubbles up inside you when you part from the kiss, straddling him as you eye his well chiseled torso. Lust was clear on your eyes, clouded, nothing short of adoration as your half lidded eyes gazes on perfection.

"Mine." You lowly growl, leaning back to latch your lips on his again and kisses him a little harder. It was not new anymore that your teeth clashes against his as you sloppily tilted to the other side, giving yourself more access to his insides. Your hands trail, your two fingers playing against his collarbones as they slowly tread its way down to his toned abs, tracing them slowly, painfully etching them under your hot touch on his cool skin.

He mewls and you moan at the satisfied reaction you got as he was being too submissive.