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“I can pay for everything you need, your rent, your weekly grocery, for whatever books or any material you’ll need.” Baekhyun said gently.
“Why would you do that? What do you want from me?” The younger one was confused.
“Marry me.”
Or, Baekhyun wants to escape the marriage his father planned for him, and Chanyeol was just there, in the right place, in the right time.
Husbands Chanyeol and Baekhyun are in the brink of filing for a divorce when a teenager suddenly shows up on their front porch.
“I’m Sehun. Your son from the future.”
My name is Byun Baekhyun.
My stepbrother's name is Park Chanyeol.
I'm the captain of my school's varsity soccer team and I have good grades, more or less.
My stepbrother has a "below average" IQ of 65. He's been home-schooled for the majority pf his life. Yes, he's mentally retarded. Intellectually disabled. Cognitively handicapped. Whatever you call it. He doesn't do much with his life but water the plants at our family's florist shop and tru to solve second grade math problems. He still counts on his fingers.
Life's been different, to say the least, ever since he moved in with us.
My name is Byun Baekhyun and I want my stupid stepbrother to disappear.
Sehun tries to set up his dad on a date. The result isn't what he had in mind.
"Ah, really. Chanyeol doesn't exactly know how to explain to his blind husband that he has fallen out love."
It's hard for Baekhyun for remember how much he hates his older step-brother, Chanyeol, when his touches are so sinfully good.
Baekhyun doesn't know how to tell his husband the news. And he's right for being worried. The proof? Chanyeol breaks in sobs as soon as he hears it.
flock of birds, hovering above. they fly always; one minute they arrive, next you know they're gone. is that how you think of, love?