Shame That Nobody Ever Believes A Pink, Flower-Patterned Curtain (Chapter 6)
Title: Shame That Nobody Ever Believes A Pink, Flower-Patterned Curtain
Rating: PG:13
Genre: fluff, comedy
Pairing: Tao/Sehun, Chanyeol/Kai, Kyungsoo/Kris, Xiumin/Luhan, Suho/Chen, (for now? ?_?)
Words: 4 506
Summary: Yixing has lived in the house with other people for a few months and it was pretty intense, which means now he's left alone. Except, not for long, because eleven new housemates are on their way and they might make things even more intense and insane. Yixing is kind of looking forward to it.
A/N: Woooh, this chapter definitely took less time to make happen. Actually, the editing took me longer than the actual writing this time. But it's mainly, 'cause the last part got created while drunk and, well, it was hard. But then, it was also interesting to find out in how many ways I'm able to botch up Baekhyun's name.And, just a warning, there are to more chapters left~
(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)
#
Jongin stares at the package in his hand. He's actually glaring at this point, hating the thing as much as he only can. And on the counter next to him, there are two more boxes, because Sehun wanted to be helpful and went to shop with him and somehow made Jongin buy three boxes of the terribleness.
"Are you sure?" Chanyeol asks.
Jongin looks at the older and sighs.
"Yes, I am," he says, though he's sure he doesn't sound as sure as he'd like to. But then, he probably sounds more sure every time Chanyeol asks, and it's been like the fifth time already.
The caring part is nice, but, really, once or twice would be enough.
"But-"
"Hyung, stop. We decided. You wanted to know. We have a bet." Jongin rolls his eyes at Chanyeol, because the older is acting more nervous than Jongin's feeling. But Jongin knows that's not true, Jongin is definitely feeling more nervous than anything.
Because, well, he's about to wax his legs with these scary wax strips. That's simply terrifying.
Jongin glances at the package again. It's the one Sehun chose, because Jongin just stared at the shelves with emptiness in his mind, no idea what to even look for. The only criteria that Jongin knew was the price, the lowest = the best. But Sehun just sighed, shook his head and chose something better. The price wasn't the craziest, so Jongin agreed.
Now Sehun also wanted to help. He almost sneaked into the bathroom after Chanyeol, being all like "I know how to do that!... I mean, I-I read about it. I was told stories. I mean, uh." He tried looking innocent for a few moments, with Jongin just looking back blankly, because he knows better than to believe in that crap, and Chanyeol being obviously curious, because he's not buying the only read/heard thing.
But Jongin quickly threw Sehun out of the bathroom and that's how he got to where he is: sitting on a chair, staring at a wax strip and being stared at by Chanyeol who's kneeeling on the floor.
"But, are you like one hundred percent sure you're ok-"
"For fuck's sake." Jongin can't deal with Chanyeol's questions anymore. He rips apart the two strips he's holding and, hoping they're warm enough as it is said on the package, he puts one on his calf. "Yeah, totally."
Well, there's not turning back now, they both think as they stare at the strip.
They keep staring for a few more moments and then Jongin glances at Chanyeol. Chanyeol glances back.
"What now?" Jongin asks weakly. He's read the things on the box multiple times but suddenly he doesn't remember anything it said.
Chanyeol takes the box and spends a few seconds reading the thing, again.
"You can, like," he pauses, not sure how to say it. "Let's warm it up a bit more? And make sure it's stuck to your leg evenly?"
Jongin nods slowly. He looks back to the strip, confused how to get to do these things.
But he doesn't seem to have to, as Chanyeol surprises him and does it in his stead: Chanyeol puts his big hand over the strip, almost covering the whole thing.
Jongin gasps a little; he knows it's just his leg, there's nothing to feel awkward about, but it just kind of is awkward anyway, like, it's Chanyeol's hand and his leg.
And somehow Jongin glances at Chanyeol and Chanyeol glances at him and they end up looking in each other's eyes.
Jongin manages to forget about the awkwardness and how there's a wax strip on his leg and they'll have to tear it off somehow.
Unfortunately, he is reminded pretty quickly as his phone makes this annoying, loud noise that Jongin hates so, so much at the moment.
Chanyeol blinks. And there's no lovely eye contact anymore.
Jongin turns his head and glares at his phone. But then Chanyeol decides to be all nice and takes it from where it's laying next to the two other boxes and hands it to Jongin.
"Maybe it's important." Chanyeol smiles softly. Jongin swoons a little at how unproblematic Chanyeol is being. And then there's the smile who just does things to Jongin, definitely different things that the wide grin does, more dangerous things.
Jongin takes his phone and sees it's a text message from Sehun. He frowns, because he doesn't like it already. Also, well, there's the fact that, if Jongin is to be honest, since he deleted Sehun's number from his cellphone a few months ago, he still hasn't added it, even though now they live in the same house. Except, Sehun's had this number for a few years, Jongin knows it better than the back of his own hand, which he thinks is a little bit sad.
But on the happier note, he remembers Sehun saying a few days ago that he doesn't have Jongin's number either. So it seems like Sehun's also the loser who remembers Jongin's number very well. As long as he's not alone.
Jongin opens the text. He frowns again.
Firstly, hahahahaha, you just couldn't ask him out, you had to let Chanyeol-hyung wax your legs first! Hhahaah! Secondly, hahahahahhaAHAHAHAHAHHH, because now I'll just go and enjoy my Tao time, since Luhan's out and we've got the room to ourselves. Because I ASKED. HAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH
The frown turns into glare.
"That little shit," he murmurs to himself. He's not even going to answer. Pffft, like he's going to waste any of his unlimited free texts to reply to such a fuc-
I HOPE TAO BREAKS YOUR DICK
"What?" Chanyeol glances at Jongin curiously.
"I didn't say anything." Jongin smiles innocently. Chanyeol doesn't have to know everything.
Chanyeol just shrugs and looks back to the strip.
"Do you think we should take it off now?" he asks worriedly.
Jongin panics suddenly. He knew they'd have to, but now it starts sounding even more terrifying than before.
What if it hurts. It definitely does.
at least Tao touches my dick on regular basis, unlike the things Chanyeol does to yours. The nothings.
That little fucker, Jongin will get him and-
The wax strip gets torn off.
"FUCK!" Jongin's voice starts loudly and turns louder and higher.
It does hurts. It's horrible. He doesn't want to do this anymore.
Jongin turns to look at Chanyeol, all big, sad, teary eyes. He didn't expect this kind of betrayal from Chanyeol, really. Jongin thought he could trust him.
"Hyung," he whines so, so weakly.
Chanyeol just keeps looking from Jongin to Jongin's leg to the torn off strip in his hand. He seems confused, like he himself has no idea what just happened.
"Jongin, I'm so sorry, I didn't know- I-" Chanyeol finally starts babbling, getting onto his knees.
Except, at this point Jongin is just staring at his leg, because, dear lord, he's got a pink, bare spot on his leg. That's so ridiculous. Bare, pink, hurting spot with no hair. Surrounded by the rest that has pretty lots of obvious hair.
That's kind of creepy. And weird. And Jongin just doesn't even know.
Hey, we heard you even here. Don't be that sad. You should know better than to take everything I say seriously. I'm sure you'll get Chanyeol-hyung into your pants one day.
At this point, Chanyeol notices Jongin isn't listening to him and just staring. So he looks to where Jongin is looking and-
Oh.
They both stare.
"What now?" Chanyeol asks.
*
Almost an hour later Jongin ends up with his legs bare and pink and hurting and he just wishes to drown them in cold weather and it's just burning so badly.
In a gesture of support Chanyeol gets one bare spot on his leg and then quickly decides, chuckling very, very awkwardly, that he likes his leg looking weird like this, one is enough for him.
But, either way, Jongin is just sitting on the chair next to the shower, with his legs inside and spraying cold water on them. So his legs don't fall off. He feels like they can and he likes them too much to let them fall off.
Chanyeol is just sitting on the floor and watching Jongin. He's pretty calm right now, too calm. Almost calm enough for Jongin to worry.
"What now?"
And now without a reason, it seems. Jongin looks at Chanyeol and thinks about the question.
Then Jongin just shrugs, because hell if he knows.
"You won the bet," Chanyeol adds after a few more moments.
Jongin pauses. Then he nods.
Chanyeol grins.
"What do you want?"
Jongin freezes.
This is it. This is the moment he's been waiting for, aiming for, agreed to do this ridiculousness for.
He glances at Chanyeol innocently.
"Hm..." Jongin pretends to think. He actually takes a few minutes, making faces and staring at various things, mainly at his legs that look so weird now, and pretending to be thinking of what he might want.
"How about..." Jongin starts, making it look like he's still considering things. "It's been a while, so. How about a date?"
Chanyeol's eyes widen and he blinks.
"What?" His voice cracks and he coughs. "A date?"
Chanyeol blinks some more.
Jongin shrugs.
"Yeah. I want a proper date," Jongin answers simply, like it's no big deal and he's not freaking out inside and he's not about to faint. "Problem?" He raises his brow at Chanyeol.
Chanyeol shakes his head energetically.
"No problem. Deal." Chanyeol grins.
Jongin nods slowly. He's mostly pleased, because his plan worked, but it went so easily, too easily. He can't help but feel a little worried.
But on the other hand, Jongin's just scored a date with Chanyeol. Screw everything else. He'll worry later.
Jongin grins back.
*
Yifan glares at his phone. Again. He's been doing this many times these past few days since Jongdae's birthday party, but, really, there's nothing he can do.
It's not his fault the others, mainly Baekhyun, though, the guy seemed to have assigned himself as the main photographer for the party, his reasoning obviously not kind at all, they keeps sending Yifan weird pictures.
Mainly of him.
Mainly of him and Kyungsoo.
Mainly of him being, um, kinda sorta maybe a little bit all over Kyungsoo.
Drunk, of course, because Yifan doesn't remember much. The only thing he remembers is lots of Kyungsoo, yeah, but nothing of the sort that he's looking at right now.
As in, he's got no recollection of sleeping on and cuddling into Kyungsoo.
Yifan's almost tempted to believe that the pictures are fake, even though they don't look to be. Especially as Kyungsoo hasn't been acting that much different. Well, he's been less awkward with Yifan, yeah, and there were definitely more adorable smiles, but-
Yifan has no idea. This is all confusing and annoying and he just doesn't know.
He sighs and opens the door to his room.
He pauses.
To his and Kyungsoo's room. He still keeps forgetting at times and then having little panic attacks.
But Kyungsoo's been all kind and thankful and simple, so he doesn't seem to expect Yifan to knock or anything like that. He just turns his head to the door, smiles when he sees it's Yifan and looks back to his laptop.
Yifan swoons a little inside at another smile easily directed at him. He walks inside and proceeds towards his own bed.
Except, he kind of pauses quite quickly, because Kyungsoo seems to be saying something. Except, he seems to be talking to himself. Except, he seems to be saying. the same things the characters on the show he's watching are saying. Except, the show Kyungsoo's watching is in English, so Kyungsoo is speaking English and it's British English and his English is just- his pronunciation is just-
Yifan has no words. He just keeps staring at Kyungsoo and listening and, ugh-
"Is it okay?"
Yifan blinks and only then realizes that Kyungsoo turned again and is talking in Korean, to him.
"What?"
"Is me watching okay? Is it not too loud? Are you okay with me talking, too?"
Yifan blinks, eyes wide and confused.
Kyungsoo chuckles awkwardly and sits up.
"I mean, I'm watching the second season of Sherlock now. The third season is coming soon and I thought it'd be good to remind myself the earlier episodes. And the show is simply awesome. And, well, I'm practicing my pronunciation." Kyungsoo grins a bit awkwardly. "Do you mind?"
Yifan blinks some more and shakes his head.
"Practice. It's good to practice," Yifan says and once again curses his eloquence that keeps failing whenever Kyungsoo's around.
Kyungsoo smiles thankfully and goes back to watching his show.
Yifan goes back to watching Kyungsoo. And listening. Definitely listening.
And, seriously, what is Kyungsoo practicing for, he's pretty much perfect, he shouldn't be more perfect, that'd be just wrong.
He sounds hot.
Yifan pauses at the thought.
"Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean I'm going to kill you anyway, someday. I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No no no no no. If you don't stop prying... I will burn you. I will burn... the heart out of you."
Hot. Kyungsoo sounds fucking hot. Kyungsoo's voice and Kyungsoo's English and the way Kyungsoo kind of acts out the lines, the intonation, and just Kyungsoo in general.
Hot. Totally hot.
(And the fact that Kyungsoo seems to be the most enthusiastic with the evil one is not helping either.)
Yifan walks out of the room as quick as he can. When he's outside, he closes the door and leans against it. He still can faintly hear Kyungsoo's voice and it's just wrong.
Hot.
Yifan is kind of starting to feel aroused by this. Which is sort of weird, because, really, just somebody's voice? It's like he likes likes Kyungsoo or something.
Like he-
Yifan freezes.
"Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck!" he whispers louder.
He does like Kyungsoo. He likes likes Kyungsoo. That's why he's been like... like that.
"Fuck..."
All the previous panic attacks were nothing compared to this one.
He fucking likes Kyungsoo.
Yifan can't even find any care in himself that Kyungsoo isn't his type so much. But he likes him, he finds Kyungsoo hot, he finds Kyungsoo attractive.
It all makes sense now. And than it doesn't, too.
Fuck.
He's so screwed.
Yifan sits on the floor, still kind of shocked by the sudden revelation.
He keeps sitting like this for a few minutes at least. At one point Jongin limps by him and stops, staring at Yifan worriedly. He almost asks what's wrong, but very, very focused and confused face expression of Yifan and the fact that he didn't notice Jongin at all makes the younger decide it's better to leave Yifan alone. So he limps away.
Finally Yifan moves. He raises his head and looks around. Then he secretly moves his hand into his pocket and quickly takes out his cellphone.
He finds one of the latest pictures he's got and smiles. He's still worried and scared and shocked as fuck, but then again, Yifan always liked believing and hoping and trying.
Because in the picture there's Yifan sleeping on and cuddling into Kyungsoo, but there's also Kyungsoo looking and smiling at Yifan with this soft and warm expression while stroking Yifan's hair with one of his hands.
*
It's pretty much late evening, when Jongdae decides that he's done enough studying and it's time for food. And for sleep. And then not touching books anytime soon, as it was like an hour and that's already pretty crazy.
So he's trying to liven himself up a bit, because with how wide he's yawning and how difficult it is to keep his eyes open, Jongdae isn't sure if he won't fall face first into the food, whatever he'll find in the kitchen that's acceptable enough, regardless of its name. (Because, a funny thing, these days somebody has started naming some of the things and even using the names of the housemates. Like, yesterday night Jongdae ate ice cream named Tao. He doesn't really care, to be honest, but then in the morning the human Tao seemed sad like he lost his child or something.)
And it must be something, because now Jongdae is seeing sad Tao again. Well, more like frowning Tao, but it's sad kind of frowning. The guy just passes by Jongdae, pouting, and sighs as he directs towards the stairs and most likely his own room.
Jongdae looks after the younger, because sad Tao isn't a nice thing to see. He doesn't like his dongdaengs being sad.
But then again, he can't really do much about that. It's too late and food and his bed are calling Jongdae too loudly. And Jongdae can only do as he's told, everything and everybody else might wait till tomorrow.
And then Jongdae is passing by the living room and there's frowning Joonmyun and suddenly everything makes sense. It seems like there was another moment of Joonmyun/Tao Korean confusion. Because it's been almost two months, but Joonmyun somehow is still convinced Tao doesn't understand Korean besides the few lucky moments, and Tao still believes Joonmyun has something wrong with his head, which makes him acts weird at times.
It was all awesomely hilarious at the beginning, but now it's just sad and the other guys are mostly concerned. Except, nobody is into being the one to say the truth to Joonmyun. The Tao part, they could deal, but the Joonmyun thing is kind of awkward enough that everyone are like "Ah, we should tell him. Why won't you- Uh, no? Well, what's for dinner?"
And Jongdae's heart is just breaking, because sad Joonmyun is simply a crime.
Without thinking, Jongdae walks into the living room and sits next to Joonmyun, carefully putting his hand on the older's arm in a gesture of support.
"Hyung..." Jongdae starts slowly, not sure what to say.
Joonmyun raises his head and looks at him, smiling sadly.
"Poor Tao," he murmurs and sighs.
Jongdae sighs, too, but for a totally different reason. It seems like he's got no choice. He must be the one to say the truth to Joonmyun.
"Oh." Jongdae blinks at Joonmyun. "Oh!" He opens his mouth in shock. Joonmyun looks at him, worried.
But Jongdae can deal with that, because telling Joonmyun himself means he gets to decide how exactly the truth sounds. And if Jongdae makes himself nicer and more innocent in this version than he really is, nobody will know.
"You really think that- Oh!" Jongdae keeps blinking at Joonmyun, looking completely confused and surprised.
"What's wrong?" Joonmyun seems to be getting more worried with every moment.
"You really think Tao understands almost no Korean?" Jongdae asks, looking as surprised and confused as he only can. "I thought it was just the thing you two did for fun," he continues innocently.
Now it's Joonmyun's turn to look confused.
"What? But he doesn't- What?"
"So that's what the others meant by the misunderstanding between you and Tao. And Tao thinking you're weird, because you kept speaking weirdly, and you thinking Tao doesn't understand Korean, because his accent was very obviously of somebody's who just arrived in Korea," Jongdae keeps talking, totally sounding like somebody who's just now figuring everything out.
"Tao knows- He thinks- What-" Joonmyun is looking at Jongdae confused and shocked and he just doesn't understand. That's all so silly, but then it actually makes sense. As Joonmyun's thinking about some things that happened, about the way the other housemates sometimes acted with Tao and Joonmyun, it just makes so much sense now.
"Well, yeah. Tao's Korean is pretty good for somebody who's been in Korea so little time. We don't have much problem talking with him, after we've figured out his accent and ways," Jongdae looks at Joonmyun, worried.
Joonmyun nods, because, okay, on one hand that makes sense. There were so many times with Tao understanding the situation so easily, like he knew exactly what people were saying, and Joonmyun always thought Tao is so brilliant, he manages so well with the little bit he knows. Or Tao seemed to know easily what to say and do from others' conversations, too, like when they were talking about food or whatever, Tao would know when to answer about what he wants, when to run to the kitchen before everybody else.
For fuck's sake, that makes sense. It might be true, too.
Joonmyun thinks for a moment more and frowns harder.
Because if that part is true, then it means the other part of what Jongdae said is true as well. Which means-
"Tao thinks I'm weird?" Joonmyun pouts at Jongdae.
Jongdae is so, so ridiculously tempted to hug Joonmyun. That freaking lovely pout, it's so sad and huggable, but it's not like Jongdae can just move and touch and hug Joonmyun, no, no way.
So he continues to explain, deciding not to mention the is he slightly retarded? or mental? thing. That would make Joonmyun even sadder.
"Well, a little bit. I mean, sometimes you'd speak at him with single words and pronounce them weirdly and all that. Tao found that a bit weird," Jongdae explains carefully.
Joonmyun frowns harder.
"I really thought that you two were just playing like this," Jongdae adds. Because he really did, at first, before he caught some of the guys laughing their asses off. He'd talked with Tao first, so he'd known he could speak doable Korean. And only then Jongdae'd seen the two, um, communicating, which had a lot of weird faces on Tao's part and even more of Joonmyun kind of signaling words at Tao. It was sort of silly and funny in a cute way, something Jongdae always knew Joonmyun was capable of. Jongdae was only a bit disappointed about not having the thing with Joonmyun as well.
And then he found out it was not the thing or a thing or anything, it was legit, and Jongdae was not sad anymore.
Joonmyun keeps silent for quite a while and Jongdae worries. He doesn't like it.
"Hyung~" Jongdae pokes Joonmyun's arm, hoping for a reaction.
Joonmyun looks at Jongdae again and smiles weakly.
"Thanks for telling me," he says softly and squeezes Jongdae's hand.
Jongdae is kind of happy. Like, Joonmyun is touching his hand and kind of smiling at him. But then he's not happy, because Joonmyun is not really happy and that's just sad.
"Hyung, don't worry. You'll talk with Tao and you'll explain everything. He won't think you're weird anymore."
Joonmyun only shrugs, because that sucks anyway.
"Besides, even with you two being like that, Tao adores you anyway. Even if he thinks you're sometimes weird. You know you're one of his favorite hyungs." Jongdae grins at Joonmyun softly. "Have you seen the way he's saved your contact on his phone?"
Joonmyun is looking at Jongdae, obviously curious and quite hopeful.
"No?"
"He won't show you, but check his phone when you can. Tao likes you. And now you'll talk normally and you'll grow on his list of favorite hyungs."
Joonmyun can't help, but grin widely. He likes the idea.
"Thanks, Jongdae." He ruffles the younger's hair. "There is a reason why you're my favorite dongsaeng. You're awesome."
Hearing these words, Jongdae can only keep smiling as inside he's melting into a puddle of excited goo.
*
Baekhyun is just telling Chanyeol the story from his high school days, about how two of his friends might have ended up almost doing stuff on his bed, which was just gross, because, really, his bed!, that's just, ew, when Minseok and Luhan walk into the room.
It's quite late morning and Baekhyun and Chanyeol just like eating breakfast at this hour, since they start their classes after noon.
Baekhyun pauses the moment he sees the two older guys. He hasn't expected them, they both haven't, as the hyungs didn't really appear all the other weeks before, so they're not sure what to think about the sudden change.
Except, both Baekhyun and Chanyeol start thinking the same think very fast, very easily; it's clear as they glance at each other and nod.
Because, seriously, Minseok and Luhan look so, so spent. A lot. Very, very much. Like they were up to lots, lots of stuff last night.
And lots of stuff means usually one thing.
The thing.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol grin at each other.
They watch as the two elders sit and smile at them and then start a simple small talk with each other. They keep observing how the two keep moving in their seats like there's something wrong about those.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol look at each other again, because it's done. Their bet is so totally done and over and now they just need to know who won, because, seriously, Minseok and Luhan did the do.
"Poor hyungs, you two seem to be so tired today," Baekhyun starts, smiling sweetly. Minseok smiles back and pats his head slightly, touched with the concern.
"We'll be okay," Luhan smiles, too.
(Baekhyun and Luhan still haven't talked about how they were together and then they were not and now they live together, but it kind of seems like they don’t' have to. They’re okay. Neither of them feels bad about the other, neither minds. And, most likely, they both like whatever memories they have of their relationship, and there were, well, lots of awesome ones. So it’s just better to leave it at that.)
It doesn't really answer the question of the bet, so Baekhyun continues.
"You both look pretty spent. It's kind of difficult to say who's more tired, really," Baekhyun chuckles.
Both look at him.
"Luhan, obviously," Minseok says immediately, the same moment Luhan says:
"Minseok, of course."
Minseok and Luhan glare at each other.
"No. It's totally you," they both say at the same time and then glare harder.
"No, it's you!" and again.
Chanyeol sighs and looks at Baekhyun, who can only shakes his head, because, seriously, that's so not helping. How can he know he won, if they're being so annoying and stubborn?
"You're the one who gave up first!" Luhan almost glares at Minseok, except not really, because, well, it's Minseok.
"No. You're the one who decided it's time for a break first."
Baekhyun sighs, too. He keeps watching his hyungs, but it just seems like they're not going to stop anytime soon. And it's morning and he didn't sleep well and he's not really feeling like waiting for things to solve themselves. So how about he just ask?
"Hyungs!" he tries, but the two don't seem to even hear him. Baekhyun rolls his eyes and tries again. "Hyungs!" Still no answer, no reaction, no anything that would even let him know the two heard him.
"For fucks' sake, so who got tired first, when you were fucking? Just clearly tell us, there's no shame in it, dear lord." He sighs some more, because the two should just stop acting like little kids and answer clearly.
It works, this time, though, because the two stop talking at once and look at Baekhyun. They actually keep staring at him for quite a while, not saying a word, and he's not sure what to do. Were they too much into their fight, too surprised by him speaking or what?
On the other hand, Chanyeol just snorts.
"Minseok-hyung and Luhan-hyung are together, Baekhyun. So it's making love, not just fucking," he explains, shaking his head at his friend.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes again.
"If they're this tired, then the things that were happening were definitely fucking." Baekhyun looks pointedly at Chanyeol, who is silent for a moment and then shrugs, because there is something in that, yeah.
The two hyungs still don't speak for a few more moments. Then they quickly glance at each other and look away awkwardly.
"Um, we were just playing football. Like, the whole evening yesterday, we spent it on the field. Yeah," Minseok finally says slowly, kind of looking at Baekhyun, kind of looking around.
"Oh." Chanyeol pouts. Baekhyun grimaces.
So not cool.
And the bet is still on. Even less cool.
Luhan and Minseok glance at each other less awkwardly, both confused by their dongsaengs' reactions.
#
Rating: PG:13
Genre: fluff, comedy
Pairing: Tao/Sehun, Chanyeol/Kai, Kyungsoo/Kris, Xiumin/Luhan, Suho/Chen, (for now? ?_?)
Words: 4 506
Summary: Yixing has lived in the house with other people for a few months and it was pretty intense, which means now he's left alone. Except, not for long, because eleven new housemates are on their way and they might make things even more intense and insane. Yixing is kind of looking forward to it.
A/N: Woooh, this chapter definitely took less time to make happen. Actually, the editing took me longer than the actual writing this time. But it's mainly, 'cause the last part got created while drunk and, well, it was hard. But then, it was also interesting to find out in how many ways I'm able to botch up Baekhyun's name.And, just a warning, there are to more chapters left~
(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)
#
Jongin stares at the package in his hand. He's actually glaring at this point, hating the thing as much as he only can. And on the counter next to him, there are two more boxes, because Sehun wanted to be helpful and went to shop with him and somehow made Jongin buy three boxes of the terribleness.
"Are you sure?" Chanyeol asks.
Jongin looks at the older and sighs.
"Yes, I am," he says, though he's sure he doesn't sound as sure as he'd like to. But then, he probably sounds more sure every time Chanyeol asks, and it's been like the fifth time already.
The caring part is nice, but, really, once or twice would be enough.
"But-"
"Hyung, stop. We decided. You wanted to know. We have a bet." Jongin rolls his eyes at Chanyeol, because the older is acting more nervous than Jongin's feeling. But Jongin knows that's not true, Jongin is definitely feeling more nervous than anything.
Because, well, he's about to wax his legs with these scary wax strips. That's simply terrifying.
Jongin glances at the package again. It's the one Sehun chose, because Jongin just stared at the shelves with emptiness in his mind, no idea what to even look for. The only criteria that Jongin knew was the price, the lowest = the best. But Sehun just sighed, shook his head and chose something better. The price wasn't the craziest, so Jongin agreed.
Now Sehun also wanted to help. He almost sneaked into the bathroom after Chanyeol, being all like "I know how to do that!... I mean, I-I read about it. I was told stories. I mean, uh." He tried looking innocent for a few moments, with Jongin just looking back blankly, because he knows better than to believe in that crap, and Chanyeol being obviously curious, because he's not buying the only read/heard thing.
But Jongin quickly threw Sehun out of the bathroom and that's how he got to where he is: sitting on a chair, staring at a wax strip and being stared at by Chanyeol who's kneeeling on the floor.
"But, are you like one hundred percent sure you're ok-"
"For fuck's sake." Jongin can't deal with Chanyeol's questions anymore. He rips apart the two strips he's holding and, hoping they're warm enough as it is said on the package, he puts one on his calf. "Yeah, totally."
Well, there's not turning back now, they both think as they stare at the strip.
They keep staring for a few more moments and then Jongin glances at Chanyeol. Chanyeol glances back.
"What now?" Jongin asks weakly. He's read the things on the box multiple times but suddenly he doesn't remember anything it said.
Chanyeol takes the box and spends a few seconds reading the thing, again.
"You can, like," he pauses, not sure how to say it. "Let's warm it up a bit more? And make sure it's stuck to your leg evenly?"
Jongin nods slowly. He looks back to the strip, confused how to get to do these things.
But he doesn't seem to have to, as Chanyeol surprises him and does it in his stead: Chanyeol puts his big hand over the strip, almost covering the whole thing.
Jongin gasps a little; he knows it's just his leg, there's nothing to feel awkward about, but it just kind of is awkward anyway, like, it's Chanyeol's hand and his leg.
And somehow Jongin glances at Chanyeol and Chanyeol glances at him and they end up looking in each other's eyes.
Jongin manages to forget about the awkwardness and how there's a wax strip on his leg and they'll have to tear it off somehow.
Unfortunately, he is reminded pretty quickly as his phone makes this annoying, loud noise that Jongin hates so, so much at the moment.
Chanyeol blinks. And there's no lovely eye contact anymore.
Jongin turns his head and glares at his phone. But then Chanyeol decides to be all nice and takes it from where it's laying next to the two other boxes and hands it to Jongin.
"Maybe it's important." Chanyeol smiles softly. Jongin swoons a little at how unproblematic Chanyeol is being. And then there's the smile who just does things to Jongin, definitely different things that the wide grin does, more dangerous things.
Jongin takes his phone and sees it's a text message from Sehun. He frowns, because he doesn't like it already. Also, well, there's the fact that, if Jongin is to be honest, since he deleted Sehun's number from his cellphone a few months ago, he still hasn't added it, even though now they live in the same house. Except, Sehun's had this number for a few years, Jongin knows it better than the back of his own hand, which he thinks is a little bit sad.
But on the happier note, he remembers Sehun saying a few days ago that he doesn't have Jongin's number either. So it seems like Sehun's also the loser who remembers Jongin's number very well. As long as he's not alone.
Jongin opens the text. He frowns again.
Firstly, hahahahaha, you just couldn't ask him out, you had to let Chanyeol-hyung wax your legs first! Hhahaah! Secondly, hahahahahhaAHAHAHAHAHHH, because now I'll just go and enjoy my Tao time, since Luhan's out and we've got the room to ourselves. Because I ASKED. HAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHH
The frown turns into glare.
"That little shit," he murmurs to himself. He's not even going to answer. Pffft, like he's going to waste any of his unlimited free texts to reply to such a fuc-
I HOPE TAO BREAKS YOUR DICK
"What?" Chanyeol glances at Jongin curiously.
"I didn't say anything." Jongin smiles innocently. Chanyeol doesn't have to know everything.
Chanyeol just shrugs and looks back to the strip.
"Do you think we should take it off now?" he asks worriedly.
Jongin panics suddenly. He knew they'd have to, but now it starts sounding even more terrifying than before.
What if it hurts. It definitely does.
at least Tao touches my dick on regular basis, unlike the things Chanyeol does to yours. The nothings.
That little fucker, Jongin will get him and-
The wax strip gets torn off.
"FUCK!" Jongin's voice starts loudly and turns louder and higher.
It does hurts. It's horrible. He doesn't want to do this anymore.
Jongin turns to look at Chanyeol, all big, sad, teary eyes. He didn't expect this kind of betrayal from Chanyeol, really. Jongin thought he could trust him.
"Hyung," he whines so, so weakly.
Chanyeol just keeps looking from Jongin to Jongin's leg to the torn off strip in his hand. He seems confused, like he himself has no idea what just happened.
"Jongin, I'm so sorry, I didn't know- I-" Chanyeol finally starts babbling, getting onto his knees.
Except, at this point Jongin is just staring at his leg, because, dear lord, he's got a pink, bare spot on his leg. That's so ridiculous. Bare, pink, hurting spot with no hair. Surrounded by the rest that has pretty lots of obvious hair.
That's kind of creepy. And weird. And Jongin just doesn't even know.
Hey, we heard you even here. Don't be that sad. You should know better than to take everything I say seriously. I'm sure you'll get Chanyeol-hyung into your pants one day.
At this point, Chanyeol notices Jongin isn't listening to him and just staring. So he looks to where Jongin is looking and-
Oh.
They both stare.
"What now?" Chanyeol asks.
*
Almost an hour later Jongin ends up with his legs bare and pink and hurting and he just wishes to drown them in cold weather and it's just burning so badly.
In a gesture of support Chanyeol gets one bare spot on his leg and then quickly decides, chuckling very, very awkwardly, that he likes his leg looking weird like this, one is enough for him.
But, either way, Jongin is just sitting on the chair next to the shower, with his legs inside and spraying cold water on them. So his legs don't fall off. He feels like they can and he likes them too much to let them fall off.
Chanyeol is just sitting on the floor and watching Jongin. He's pretty calm right now, too calm. Almost calm enough for Jongin to worry.
"What now?"
And now without a reason, it seems. Jongin looks at Chanyeol and thinks about the question.
Then Jongin just shrugs, because hell if he knows.
"You won the bet," Chanyeol adds after a few more moments.
Jongin pauses. Then he nods.
Chanyeol grins.
"What do you want?"
Jongin freezes.
This is it. This is the moment he's been waiting for, aiming for, agreed to do this ridiculousness for.
He glances at Chanyeol innocently.
"Hm..." Jongin pretends to think. He actually takes a few minutes, making faces and staring at various things, mainly at his legs that look so weird now, and pretending to be thinking of what he might want.
"How about..." Jongin starts, making it look like he's still considering things. "It's been a while, so. How about a date?"
Chanyeol's eyes widen and he blinks.
"What?" His voice cracks and he coughs. "A date?"
Chanyeol blinks some more.
Jongin shrugs.
"Yeah. I want a proper date," Jongin answers simply, like it's no big deal and he's not freaking out inside and he's not about to faint. "Problem?" He raises his brow at Chanyeol.
Chanyeol shakes his head energetically.
"No problem. Deal." Chanyeol grins.
Jongin nods slowly. He's mostly pleased, because his plan worked, but it went so easily, too easily. He can't help but feel a little worried.
But on the other hand, Jongin's just scored a date with Chanyeol. Screw everything else. He'll worry later.
Jongin grins back.
*
Yifan glares at his phone. Again. He's been doing this many times these past few days since Jongdae's birthday party, but, really, there's nothing he can do.
It's not his fault the others, mainly Baekhyun, though, the guy seemed to have assigned himself as the main photographer for the party, his reasoning obviously not kind at all, they keeps sending Yifan weird pictures.
Mainly of him.
Mainly of him and Kyungsoo.
Mainly of him being, um, kinda sorta maybe a little bit all over Kyungsoo.
Drunk, of course, because Yifan doesn't remember much. The only thing he remembers is lots of Kyungsoo, yeah, but nothing of the sort that he's looking at right now.
As in, he's got no recollection of sleeping on and cuddling into Kyungsoo.
Yifan's almost tempted to believe that the pictures are fake, even though they don't look to be. Especially as Kyungsoo hasn't been acting that much different. Well, he's been less awkward with Yifan, yeah, and there were definitely more adorable smiles, but-
Yifan has no idea. This is all confusing and annoying and he just doesn't know.
He sighs and opens the door to his room.
He pauses.
To his and Kyungsoo's room. He still keeps forgetting at times and then having little panic attacks.
But Kyungsoo's been all kind and thankful and simple, so he doesn't seem to expect Yifan to knock or anything like that. He just turns his head to the door, smiles when he sees it's Yifan and looks back to his laptop.
Yifan swoons a little inside at another smile easily directed at him. He walks inside and proceeds towards his own bed.
Except, he kind of pauses quite quickly, because Kyungsoo seems to be saying something. Except, he seems to be talking to himself. Except, he seems to be saying. the same things the characters on the show he's watching are saying. Except, the show Kyungsoo's watching is in English, so Kyungsoo is speaking English and it's British English and his English is just- his pronunciation is just-
Yifan has no words. He just keeps staring at Kyungsoo and listening and, ugh-
"Is it okay?"
Yifan blinks and only then realizes that Kyungsoo turned again and is talking in Korean, to him.
"What?"
"Is me watching okay? Is it not too loud? Are you okay with me talking, too?"
Yifan blinks, eyes wide and confused.
Kyungsoo chuckles awkwardly and sits up.
"I mean, I'm watching the second season of Sherlock now. The third season is coming soon and I thought it'd be good to remind myself the earlier episodes. And the show is simply awesome. And, well, I'm practicing my pronunciation." Kyungsoo grins a bit awkwardly. "Do you mind?"
Yifan blinks some more and shakes his head.
"Practice. It's good to practice," Yifan says and once again curses his eloquence that keeps failing whenever Kyungsoo's around.
Kyungsoo smiles thankfully and goes back to watching his show.
Yifan goes back to watching Kyungsoo. And listening. Definitely listening.
And, seriously, what is Kyungsoo practicing for, he's pretty much perfect, he shouldn't be more perfect, that'd be just wrong.
He sounds hot.
Yifan pauses at the thought.
"Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean I'm going to kill you anyway, someday. I don't want to rush it though. I'm saving it up for something special. No no no no no. If you don't stop prying... I will burn you. I will burn... the heart out of you."
Hot. Kyungsoo sounds fucking hot. Kyungsoo's voice and Kyungsoo's English and the way Kyungsoo kind of acts out the lines, the intonation, and just Kyungsoo in general.
Hot. Totally hot.
(And the fact that Kyungsoo seems to be the most enthusiastic with the evil one is not helping either.)
Yifan walks out of the room as quick as he can. When he's outside, he closes the door and leans against it. He still can faintly hear Kyungsoo's voice and it's just wrong.
Hot.
Yifan is kind of starting to feel aroused by this. Which is sort of weird, because, really, just somebody's voice? It's like he likes likes Kyungsoo or something.
Like he-
Yifan freezes.
"Fuck," he whispers. "Fuck!" he whispers louder.
He does like Kyungsoo. He likes likes Kyungsoo. That's why he's been like... like that.
"Fuck..."
All the previous panic attacks were nothing compared to this one.
He fucking likes Kyungsoo.
Yifan can't even find any care in himself that Kyungsoo isn't his type so much. But he likes him, he finds Kyungsoo hot, he finds Kyungsoo attractive.
It all makes sense now. And than it doesn't, too.
Fuck.
He's so screwed.
Yifan sits on the floor, still kind of shocked by the sudden revelation.
He keeps sitting like this for a few minutes at least. At one point Jongin limps by him and stops, staring at Yifan worriedly. He almost asks what's wrong, but very, very focused and confused face expression of Yifan and the fact that he didn't notice Jongin at all makes the younger decide it's better to leave Yifan alone. So he limps away.
Finally Yifan moves. He raises his head and looks around. Then he secretly moves his hand into his pocket and quickly takes out his cellphone.
He finds one of the latest pictures he's got and smiles. He's still worried and scared and shocked as fuck, but then again, Yifan always liked believing and hoping and trying.
Because in the picture there's Yifan sleeping on and cuddling into Kyungsoo, but there's also Kyungsoo looking and smiling at Yifan with this soft and warm expression while stroking Yifan's hair with one of his hands.
*
It's pretty much late evening, when Jongdae decides that he's done enough studying and it's time for food. And for sleep. And then not touching books anytime soon, as it was like an hour and that's already pretty crazy.
So he's trying to liven himself up a bit, because with how wide he's yawning and how difficult it is to keep his eyes open, Jongdae isn't sure if he won't fall face first into the food, whatever he'll find in the kitchen that's acceptable enough, regardless of its name. (Because, a funny thing, these days somebody has started naming some of the things and even using the names of the housemates. Like, yesterday night Jongdae ate ice cream named Tao. He doesn't really care, to be honest, but then in the morning the human Tao seemed sad like he lost his child or something.)
And it must be something, because now Jongdae is seeing sad Tao again. Well, more like frowning Tao, but it's sad kind of frowning. The guy just passes by Jongdae, pouting, and sighs as he directs towards the stairs and most likely his own room.
Jongdae looks after the younger, because sad Tao isn't a nice thing to see. He doesn't like his dongdaengs being sad.
But then again, he can't really do much about that. It's too late and food and his bed are calling Jongdae too loudly. And Jongdae can only do as he's told, everything and everybody else might wait till tomorrow.
And then Jongdae is passing by the living room and there's frowning Joonmyun and suddenly everything makes sense. It seems like there was another moment of Joonmyun/Tao Korean confusion. Because it's been almost two months, but Joonmyun somehow is still convinced Tao doesn't understand Korean besides the few lucky moments, and Tao still believes Joonmyun has something wrong with his head, which makes him acts weird at times.
It was all awesomely hilarious at the beginning, but now it's just sad and the other guys are mostly concerned. Except, nobody is into being the one to say the truth to Joonmyun. The Tao part, they could deal, but the Joonmyun thing is kind of awkward enough that everyone are like "Ah, we should tell him. Why won't you- Uh, no? Well, what's for dinner?"
And Jongdae's heart is just breaking, because sad Joonmyun is simply a crime.
Without thinking, Jongdae walks into the living room and sits next to Joonmyun, carefully putting his hand on the older's arm in a gesture of support.
"Hyung..." Jongdae starts slowly, not sure what to say.
Joonmyun raises his head and looks at him, smiling sadly.
"Poor Tao," he murmurs and sighs.
Jongdae sighs, too, but for a totally different reason. It seems like he's got no choice. He must be the one to say the truth to Joonmyun.
"Oh." Jongdae blinks at Joonmyun. "Oh!" He opens his mouth in shock. Joonmyun looks at him, worried.
But Jongdae can deal with that, because telling Joonmyun himself means he gets to decide how exactly the truth sounds. And if Jongdae makes himself nicer and more innocent in this version than he really is, nobody will know.
"You really think that- Oh!" Jongdae keeps blinking at Joonmyun, looking completely confused and surprised.
"What's wrong?" Joonmyun seems to be getting more worried with every moment.
"You really think Tao understands almost no Korean?" Jongdae asks, looking as surprised and confused as he only can. "I thought it was just the thing you two did for fun," he continues innocently.
Now it's Joonmyun's turn to look confused.
"What? But he doesn't- What?"
"So that's what the others meant by the misunderstanding between you and Tao. And Tao thinking you're weird, because you kept speaking weirdly, and you thinking Tao doesn't understand Korean, because his accent was very obviously of somebody's who just arrived in Korea," Jongdae keeps talking, totally sounding like somebody who's just now figuring everything out.
"Tao knows- He thinks- What-" Joonmyun is looking at Jongdae confused and shocked and he just doesn't understand. That's all so silly, but then it actually makes sense. As Joonmyun's thinking about some things that happened, about the way the other housemates sometimes acted with Tao and Joonmyun, it just makes so much sense now.
"Well, yeah. Tao's Korean is pretty good for somebody who's been in Korea so little time. We don't have much problem talking with him, after we've figured out his accent and ways," Jongdae looks at Joonmyun, worried.
Joonmyun nods, because, okay, on one hand that makes sense. There were so many times with Tao understanding the situation so easily, like he knew exactly what people were saying, and Joonmyun always thought Tao is so brilliant, he manages so well with the little bit he knows. Or Tao seemed to know easily what to say and do from others' conversations, too, like when they were talking about food or whatever, Tao would know when to answer about what he wants, when to run to the kitchen before everybody else.
For fuck's sake, that makes sense. It might be true, too.
Joonmyun thinks for a moment more and frowns harder.
Because if that part is true, then it means the other part of what Jongdae said is true as well. Which means-
"Tao thinks I'm weird?" Joonmyun pouts at Jongdae.
Jongdae is so, so ridiculously tempted to hug Joonmyun. That freaking lovely pout, it's so sad and huggable, but it's not like Jongdae can just move and touch and hug Joonmyun, no, no way.
So he continues to explain, deciding not to mention the is he slightly retarded? or mental? thing. That would make Joonmyun even sadder.
"Well, a little bit. I mean, sometimes you'd speak at him with single words and pronounce them weirdly and all that. Tao found that a bit weird," Jongdae explains carefully.
Joonmyun frowns harder.
"I really thought that you two were just playing like this," Jongdae adds. Because he really did, at first, before he caught some of the guys laughing their asses off. He'd talked with Tao first, so he'd known he could speak doable Korean. And only then Jongdae'd seen the two, um, communicating, which had a lot of weird faces on Tao's part and even more of Joonmyun kind of signaling words at Tao. It was sort of silly and funny in a cute way, something Jongdae always knew Joonmyun was capable of. Jongdae was only a bit disappointed about not having the thing with Joonmyun as well.
And then he found out it was not the thing or a thing or anything, it was legit, and Jongdae was not sad anymore.
Joonmyun keeps silent for quite a while and Jongdae worries. He doesn't like it.
"Hyung~" Jongdae pokes Joonmyun's arm, hoping for a reaction.
Joonmyun looks at Jongdae again and smiles weakly.
"Thanks for telling me," he says softly and squeezes Jongdae's hand.
Jongdae is kind of happy. Like, Joonmyun is touching his hand and kind of smiling at him. But then he's not happy, because Joonmyun is not really happy and that's just sad.
"Hyung, don't worry. You'll talk with Tao and you'll explain everything. He won't think you're weird anymore."
Joonmyun only shrugs, because that sucks anyway.
"Besides, even with you two being like that, Tao adores you anyway. Even if he thinks you're sometimes weird. You know you're one of his favorite hyungs." Jongdae grins at Joonmyun softly. "Have you seen the way he's saved your contact on his phone?"
Joonmyun is looking at Jongdae, obviously curious and quite hopeful.
"No?"
"He won't show you, but check his phone when you can. Tao likes you. And now you'll talk normally and you'll grow on his list of favorite hyungs."
Joonmyun can't help, but grin widely. He likes the idea.
"Thanks, Jongdae." He ruffles the younger's hair. "There is a reason why you're my favorite dongsaeng. You're awesome."
Hearing these words, Jongdae can only keep smiling as inside he's melting into a puddle of excited goo.
*
Baekhyun is just telling Chanyeol the story from his high school days, about how two of his friends might have ended up almost doing stuff on his bed, which was just gross, because, really, his bed!, that's just, ew, when Minseok and Luhan walk into the room.
It's quite late morning and Baekhyun and Chanyeol just like eating breakfast at this hour, since they start their classes after noon.
Baekhyun pauses the moment he sees the two older guys. He hasn't expected them, they both haven't, as the hyungs didn't really appear all the other weeks before, so they're not sure what to think about the sudden change.
Except, both Baekhyun and Chanyeol start thinking the same think very fast, very easily; it's clear as they glance at each other and nod.
Because, seriously, Minseok and Luhan look so, so spent. A lot. Very, very much. Like they were up to lots, lots of stuff last night.
And lots of stuff means usually one thing.
The thing.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol grin at each other.
They watch as the two elders sit and smile at them and then start a simple small talk with each other. They keep observing how the two keep moving in their seats like there's something wrong about those.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol look at each other again, because it's done. Their bet is so totally done and over and now they just need to know who won, because, seriously, Minseok and Luhan did the do.
"Poor hyungs, you two seem to be so tired today," Baekhyun starts, smiling sweetly. Minseok smiles back and pats his head slightly, touched with the concern.
"We'll be okay," Luhan smiles, too.
(Baekhyun and Luhan still haven't talked about how they were together and then they were not and now they live together, but it kind of seems like they don’t' have to. They’re okay. Neither of them feels bad about the other, neither minds. And, most likely, they both like whatever memories they have of their relationship, and there were, well, lots of awesome ones. So it’s just better to leave it at that.)
It doesn't really answer the question of the bet, so Baekhyun continues.
"You both look pretty spent. It's kind of difficult to say who's more tired, really," Baekhyun chuckles.
Both look at him.
"Luhan, obviously," Minseok says immediately, the same moment Luhan says:
"Minseok, of course."
Minseok and Luhan glare at each other.
"No. It's totally you," they both say at the same time and then glare harder.
"No, it's you!" and again.
Chanyeol sighs and looks at Baekhyun, who can only shakes his head, because, seriously, that's so not helping. How can he know he won, if they're being so annoying and stubborn?
"You're the one who gave up first!" Luhan almost glares at Minseok, except not really, because, well, it's Minseok.
"No. You're the one who decided it's time for a break first."
Baekhyun sighs, too. He keeps watching his hyungs, but it just seems like they're not going to stop anytime soon. And it's morning and he didn't sleep well and he's not really feeling like waiting for things to solve themselves. So how about he just ask?
"Hyungs!" he tries, but the two don't seem to even hear him. Baekhyun rolls his eyes and tries again. "Hyungs!" Still no answer, no reaction, no anything that would even let him know the two heard him.
"For fucks' sake, so who got tired first, when you were fucking? Just clearly tell us, there's no shame in it, dear lord." He sighs some more, because the two should just stop acting like little kids and answer clearly.
It works, this time, though, because the two stop talking at once and look at Baekhyun. They actually keep staring at him for quite a while, not saying a word, and he's not sure what to do. Were they too much into their fight, too surprised by him speaking or what?
On the other hand, Chanyeol just snorts.
"Minseok-hyung and Luhan-hyung are together, Baekhyun. So it's making love, not just fucking," he explains, shaking his head at his friend.
Baekhyun rolls his eyes again.
"If they're this tired, then the things that were happening were definitely fucking." Baekhyun looks pointedly at Chanyeol, who is silent for a moment and then shrugs, because there is something in that, yeah.
The two hyungs still don't speak for a few more moments. Then they quickly glance at each other and look away awkwardly.
"Um, we were just playing football. Like, the whole evening yesterday, we spent it on the field. Yeah," Minseok finally says slowly, kind of looking at Baekhyun, kind of looking around.
"Oh." Chanyeol pouts. Baekhyun grimaces.
So not cool.
And the bet is still on. Even less cool.
Luhan and Minseok glance at each other less awkwardly, both confused by their dongsaengs' reactions.
#