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Symptoms of Jealousy

Jongdae just keeps denying.

Jongdae sighs, barely audible as he tries to concentrate in class. Even though the room’s located on the highest floor, he still feels the heat creeping up his skin as he strains to listen to their old — possibly balding — physics teacher drone on about the fact that the Universe is quantized; the energy of photons is related to the frequency of the electromagnetic radiation; something about a Heisenberg uncertainty principle, which Jongdae thinks, is complete and utter rubbish.

He loses his concentration every 3 seconds, mind casually wandering off to the Japanese restaurant that had just opened not too long ago around the corner. Baekhyun had mentioned it to Jongdae a few weeks ago after a tiring choir practice while they were en route to their dorm. 

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“Sushi, I’ve been craving for sushi for the past 2 months and the nearest Japanese restaurant 6 streets away doesn’t even have them.” Jongdae drags his feet along the pebbled pavement as he half-listens to Baekhyun. 

“Seriously, a Japanese restaurant not selling sushi is like the most absurd thing ever! So what if it’s a ramen shop, IT’S STILL A JAPANESE RESTAURANT.” Baekhyun suddenly pauses in his rant and glances at Jongdae expectantly.

“Well don’t you agree?” says Baekhyun.

“…Uh yeah whatever you say dude.” replies Jongdae.

The curt reply has Baekhyun stopping in his tracks, furrowing his eyebrows and crossing his arms angrily. 

“What is up with you Kim Jongdae. You’re acting really weird these days. Earlier during choir practice you lashed out at Chanyeol in front of the others for no reason while he was trying to show me how I was supposed to effectively use my diaphragm. Two days ago you slammed the door in Jongin’s face while he was coming out from our bathroom and a week ago, you spilled coffee all over Kyungsoo while he was going through my chemistry tutorials with me at the café.”

Baekhyun gives him a resigned look, “You barely even talk to me anymore, it’s like I’m the one holding the conversation with myself.” He gestures between the two of them and sarcastically mumbles, “See”.

Jongdae opens his mouth to retort but then he realises that what Baekyun said was true. He had been avoiding Baekhyun because of certain unforeseen circumstances. It wasn’t that he was angry at Baekhyun or okay maybe he was a little angry at Baekhyun but he was mostly upset with himself. 

He doesn’t know when it started himself, but he’s been hating the tingling feeling on his skin whenever his roommate comes into view. 

“Forget it Jongdae, just forget it.” Baekhyun glances at him sadly before stalking away in the direction of their dorm.

When Jongdae gets back, he’s greeted by the lights from the bathroom and the sound of Baekhyun turning on the shower. He throws his backpack onto his bed and flops down, covering his eyes with the back of his arm. 

When did things get so messed up?

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“It feels like i’m having fleas on my body hyung, it’s so itchy but every time i scratch it it just doesn’t ever get better.” He tells Minseok one day while they’re waiting for Luhan, Minseok’s almost-boyfriend-just-not-yet, to finish soccer practice.

Minseok sips quietly at his orange juice and looks up with a glint in his eye. 

“It’s really obvious Jongdae, that’s all i can say.” 

Jongdae frowns at the way Minseok’s looking at him and he’s not to mention, more confused than before.

Obvious? What’s obvious, i haven’t even done anything, he thinks. 

He’s about to ask Minseok what he means when he spots a sweaty Luhan sprinting down the hallway, the question thrown to the farthest end of his head.

“Oh look, lover boy.” Jongdae grins a one-sided grin and nudges Minseok. 

Minseok looks to the left of his shoulder and chokes on his drink, spluttering, “Lover what, what are you crazy or are you dumb there’s nothing between us, he’s just my roommate!” 

Jongdae nods languidly and tilts his head to greet Luhan as he nears their table.

“Seokkie! I missed you!” Luhan slides a hand across Minseok’s shoulders to pull the older close to him as he sits down.

“Oh and hey Jongdae!” 

Jongdae smiles wryly as he watches the scene before him. A red-faced Minseok gently slapping away the arm of the said boy covered in dirt and sweat while the younger laughs boisterously before stealing a few sips of orange juice. 

Must be nice having someone like that, he muses, the annoying itchiness creeping up his right arm again. 

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Jongdae’s dead tired from having to deal with a naggy lecturer and his 15-paged assignment due two days later. He hollers a bye to the rest of his classmates because it’s already 1am and he’s had enough squinting of observing interference patterns and what not. He scoops up his bag from the back of the lab and saunters out. 

He stops by the convenience store to grab dinner as well as a yoghurt drink for Baekhyun because he knows it’s his favourite, before detouring back to the dorms. 

Five minutes later, Jongdae’s outside their dorm, pulling his keys out when he hears someone else’s voice, not Baekhyun’s, in the apartment. 

“So i’ll see you tomorrow then Baek hyung?”

Baek? No one else calls Baekhyun by that nickname besides Jongdae.

He hears muffled sounds before the click of the lock unlatching catches him by surprise. 

He knows he should be running down the hallway to hide because it’ll be awkward if he continues to stand there but he can’t bring himself to move. 

The door swings open and Jongdae sees a blonde-haired boy hugging Baekhyun with one arm and the latter smiling happily. 

Jongdae coughs, breaking the two apart and Baekhyun smiles even brighter.

“Hey Sehun, this is my roommate Jongdae. Jongdae, this is Sehun, he’s helping me with the choreography for the musical i’m directing.” 

Jongdae pulls his mouth into a grim smile, one that’s not exactly very friendly but nods before stepping past the both of them into the dorm. 

He plops down onto his bed and waits for the click of the door.

“So... New kid?” He casually questions as he pulls off his socks.

Baekhyun shakes his head while he sorts out some papers on his deck.

“No, i’ve told you about him before. He’s a transferee, just like you were, and he’s really good at dancing. He’s taking the same major as me too. We have a lot in common. You should really see him dance one day, he’s really hot when he dances. He’s even offered to teach me a few moves after we’re done with the musical.” Baekhyun snorts and giggles.

“Like I can dance with two left feet.” 

Jongdae doesn’t laugh along. Instead, he picks at his nails and tries to sound as nonchalant as he can. “So is that a date?”

His question is unanswered as he looks up to see Baekhyun staring at him weirdly. 

“Maybe? What’s it to you?” Baekhyun challenges.

Jongdae doesn’t say anything. He pretends not to hear the question and heads into the bathroom. When he comes out, his roommate is huddled up on his bed underneath his covers. 

Great Jongdae, you fucked up again, he berates himself.

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Jongdae’s known Baekhyun ever since the fourth day of his transfer to Baekhyun’s middle school. Being half korean-chinese has its perks and definite downside especially when he’s been living in Shanghai for the past 12 years and hasn’t spoken korean to anyone besides his parents. 

He remembers getting through the first 3 days without any problems. He sits alone at the back of the class, takes out his pencil case — with exactly 3 pencils, 3 pens, a ruler, and an eraser —, his history book and waits patiently for his teacher to enter. 

There’s an empty seat next to his. He’s heard his classmates mention to him that he’s sitting next to Byun Baekhyun. 

“You’re lucky”, one of them chuckles. “Baekhyun’s a real prankster but he’s nice and fun to be with.”

Jongdae begs to differ when Baekhyun bursts out laughing at him on his fourth day in school, after offering him a bubblegum which turned out to be trap. Jongdae ends up crying because his fingers get stuck in the trap and he’s extremely worried about his fingers falling off from the lack of blood.

Baekhyun is waiting outside the nurse’s office as Jongdae walks out with a cast, grins sheepishly and hands him a lollipop as a “treaty of peace”. Jongdae is wary but he still accepts because it’s his favourite flavour, green apple. 

But even after all these years, Jongdae still doesn’t know how they ended up becoming best of friends. 

He remembers the time Baekhyun comes clean with him. They were 15 and it was during their summer vacation. Jongdae had invited Baekhyun over to sleepover because his parents were ‘revisiting their honeymoon places to spice up their love life’ and Jongdae didn’t want to follow. 

Jongdae’s busy with shooting zombie heads while Baekhyun’s sprawled out across Jongdae’s bed, hugging Jongdae’s pillows when he confesses. 

“Hey Jongdae?”

“Yeah?” 

“Would you still be my friend if I told you that I’m different?”

“What are you talking about, you are different. You’re the weirdest dude ever.”

A pillow flies across the room and smacks Jongdae right in the face, forcing him to pause his game and look over at the figure on his bed. Jongdae is momentarily stunned because he’s never seen Baekhyun in such a vulnerable state after knowing him for 3 years. 

Jongdae breathes in deeply and shifts himself to face his bed. 

“Okay, now tell me what’s going through that puny little head of yours.” says Jongdae.

Baekhyun spares him a dirty look and fidgets.

“I do not have a puny head you dickwad, i just don’t enjoy boobs as much as you do.”

“Sure you don’t, i’ve never seen you hook up with anyone whenever we’re at Zitao’s parties— OH.”

There’s an awkward pause because Jongdae,with his mouth wide open, finally gets what Baekhyun was trying to tell him the whole time which had him looking constipated from the time he entered Jongdae’s house. 

“Oh... okay i get it now.” 

Baekhyun glares at him then rolls his eyes not so gracefully. He shuffles off the bed and leans over to grab his belongings.

Jongdae watches in confusion. “Where are you going?”

Baekhyun stops in his actions and clears his throat. 

“Leaving.”

“Uh yeah i can see that. Get your fucking ass over here and sit down so that i can continue to beat you in the next race.” Jongdae grumbles, not looking at Baekyun.

He hears more shuffling along the doorway and a quiet whisper echoes throughout the house.

“Aren’t you embarrassed that i’m—”

“Gay. No. Now for the very last time before i strangle you with the wires, get your ass here.”

Strong arms are wrapped around Jongdae’s neck and a waft of fruity scent hits Jongdae along with the warmth enclosing him.

“Baek what are you—”

His words fade out when he hears Baekhyun whisper “Thank you” into his ear. He flushes because it’s summer right now and the fans aren’t working as well as they used to. 

Yes, he’s flushing, but it’s not because of Baekhyun. 

Definitely not because of Baekhyun.

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“Jongdae.” 

Someone’s tapping on his right shoulder.

“Jongdae.”

The voice gets louder and he shudders as he feels the breath tickling his ears. It’s sweet and soothing, just like the voice Baekhyun uses when he wants something from Jongdae. It’s a litte hoarse, a little like Baekhyun’s after a day of singing practice. 

Jongdae lifts his head up from the table and shifts from the uncomfortable position he was in. He turns to the source of the voice and blinks blearily.

“Baekhyun? What are you doing here?”

Disbelief coats his voice as he tries to comprehend the current situation with his roommate, also the reason for his sorrow, standing right in front of him.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to him but Baekhyun’s been busy with his musicals —and Sehun— these days he’s hardly in their dorm. 

Jongdae has been preoccupied himself with his fair share of experiments, lectures and tests, he hardly has the time to talk to Baekhyun either.

The last time they spoke to each other was 2 months ago, and that had left their friendship on rocky terms because both were stubborn and neither had taken the step to talk to the other. 

Not until now at the very least.

Jongdae had been convinced that their conversations had gotten to the point that had meant that the both of them were driting apart. 

He recalls their last conversation hadn’t ended nicely when Jongdae had gotten so annoyed with Baekhyun bringing up Sehun into every single conversation they had.

Oh Sehun’s good at cooking. Sehun’s fashion sense is really good. Sehun’s house is extremely huge. Sehun everything.

Jongdae had abruptly ended the conversation, as well as their weekly Friday night out dinner when he stood up so suddenly and gave the excuse that he felt sick before he left Baekhyun at the diner’s. 

It was the truth. He was sick. Sick of hearing Sehun’s name coming out from his best friend’s mouth.

He can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt now as Baekhyun stands in front of him holding out a blanket, looking concerned. 

“I’m done with the preparations for the musical so i headed back to the dorm but you weren’t around. So i called Minseok and he told me you were having a late night cramming session at the library. I was worried that you’ll catch a cold so i brought this along.” 

He waves the blanket slight before unfolding it and draping it across Jongdae’s shoulders.

Jongdae’s throat goes dry but he manages to croak out a “Baek, i’m sorry for the other day”.

Baehyun raises his eyebrows. “What are you sorry for?”

“It’s just uhm... I’m sorry for ditching our Friday night dinner and for leaving you without saying anything.”

Jongdae doesn’t dare to look Baekhyun in the eye.

“Do you know why you even did that in the first place? Because i don’t.”

Baekhyun’s voice is laced with hurt and Jongdae gives him a quick glance. 

It’s like something hit Jongdae straight through the heart because this expression was the exact expression Baekhyun had years ago. That insecurity, that vulnerability, it was something that Kim Jongdae hated seeing on his best friend. 

It’s the pang in his heart that jolts Jongdae to face the reality he’s been trying to avoid for the past 5 years.

He’s in love with Baekhyun.

He’s in love with his bestfriend.

He’s been in love with his bestfriend for the past 3 years and now he’s finally admitted it to himself.

It all made sense now. 

“I was jealous.” He blurts out, startling both Baekhyun and himself. 

Baekhyun doesn’t speak so Jongdae continues.

“I didn’t like it. The way Chanyeol, Jongin, Kyungsoo and Sehun got close to you. I just didn’t like that feeling. It annoyed me.”

From the corner of his eye, Jongdae swears he sees Baekhyun’s mouth twitch upwards before the dreaded question hits his ears.

“Why?”

The teasing tone in Baekhyun’s voice has Jongdae looking up at him and immediately regretting doing so.

“You wouldn’t like the reason why.”

“Well that’s for me to decide isn’t it?” Baekhyun prodes, his fingers slowly wrapping around Jongdae’s shaking fingers. 

“I think i love you.” 

Baekhyun inches closer.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, say it louder.”

And Jongdae does. 

“I said i think i love you.”

Baekhyun’s nose is almost touching his, like an eskimo kiss. 

“About time you figured that out Kim Jongdae. I’ve been waiting for you for 3 years now.”

a/n: i'm sorry this was a shit load of gibberish and incoherency idek what i'm doing and the ending was just (((I'M SORRYYYYY)))

#exo #oneshot #baekhyun #jongdae #chenbaek

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Problems, Kisses and Solutions

Once upon a time, Kyungsoo's butt was Baekhyun's problem.

Baekhyun thinks he has a problem. He knows it's related to Kyungsoo but he still can't figure out what.

He's been delightfully stirring up trouble whenever Kyungsoo's around and he's proud of that. He likes seeing the younger man roll his eye at him. He likes watching the younger ramble on and on about stupid bacon strips while he bends down to clean up the mess another stupid bacon made. He likes staring at the curve of Kyungsoo's butt when he bends down because it looks really, really nice to-

Baekhyun gasps and he throws his mug in the sink before dashing back into his room, effectively adding onto Kyungsoo's "Why-stupid-bacons-should-not-exist-list".

The door slams and he dives onto his blanket.

"I'M DOOMED", he moans under his blanket when the realization hits him hard in the head.

Chanyeol stops strumming his guitar and worriedly glances over at the bump on the bed.

"Hyung, you alright there?"

Incoherent mumbling follows suit and Chanyeol shrugs because his hyung has never been okay. It's normal. He picks up from where he left off practicing his guitar and just a second after he strums a G chord, the string breaks.

"Oh well, shit."

Under the blanket, Baekhyun snorts at how apt that described his life and inwardly stabs himself with a million knives because he finally figured out what was bugging him.

It was Kyungsoo.

No no no.

It was Kyungsoo's. Butt.

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A few dreadful days of avoiding Kyungsoo and his pert little butt later, Baekhyun comes face to face with the shorter while they're having a photoshoot.

It was a photoshoot for a jeans brand, he couldn't remember what it was called but all he could care about now was how Kyungsoo was swaying his butt in front of him and no, he wasn't salivating, yet.

"Good Kyungsoo!"

Click.

"Yes, just like that."

Click.

"You know what they say man, work those hips!"

Click.

Baekhyun tries his best not to stare at the main vocalist while their stylist touches up his make up.

It's his turn next and he's racking his brain for poses to one-hit-k.o the fangirls but all he sees are images of Kyungsoo in an apron, Kyungsoo in those hot jeans, Kyungsoo in boxers, Kyungsoo in nothing and the sides of his mouth twitch involuntarily.

He hears a loud huff.

"Baekhyun can you please stop dazing off, i'm trying really hard to put the damn eyeliner those fangirls love on you and your head keeps turning to Kyungsoo's direction. I get that you're having the hots for him but dude can i get you to focus here for a while?"

Their stylist fumes as she finishes her rant in a breath.

Baekhyun actually has the decency to blush as he apologises. But of course, not before he steals a last glance at Kyungsoo and his perky butt.

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By the time the photoshoot is done, it's almost 2 in the morning.

Baekhyun slides out of their black van and trudges into their dorm in a tired manner. Chanyeol was busy carrying Sehun because the youngest was apparently too exhausted to even walk. But Baekhyun knows that he has a "problem" with Chanyeol too.

Let's just say Sehun was much more vocal in his pursuit as compared to Baekhyun.

Suho was busy discussing something with their manager while Jongin had his arms wrapped around Kyungsoo as if he was his personal teddy bear.

Baekhyun feels a slight throb on the right side of his head as Jongin yawns and only proceeds to cuddle even closer to the older.

Was he- no wait. That couldn't be it.

Must be an impending flu, he brushes the thought away because he couldn't possibly be jealous of Jongin.

Could he?

Kyungsoo catches his eye and looks at him questioningly.

Baekhyun sighs, turns away from the horribly fluffy sight and drags his feet across the hallway before collapsing on his bed.

Chanyeol's bed was empty.

He's probably not gonna come back tonight, Baekhyun muses.

If only he had Oh Sehun's skills of seduction, then maybe. Maybe Kyungsoo would be wrapped around his finger instead of the current situation he is in now.

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The next morning, he wakes up to an annoyed Kyungsoo on top of him.

He begrudgingly opens up his eyes and holds in his breath when he feels Kyungsoo's hands sliding up his shoulders.

"What is your problem? You've been avoiding me since 5 days ago and yesterday you were giving me and Jongin the stink eye. If you have a problem with me, just tell me straight in my face."

You're my problem, Baekhyun wants to say it out loud so desperately but he knows that if he does he'll ruin everything.

"Excuse me?"

Baekhyun pauses for a second and then realises that shit, he spoke out loud.

Kyungsoo's eyes were wide open as if they weren't already, and Baekhyun just wants to dig a hole in the middle of their dorm and hide in there for the rest of his life.

"I'm your problem." Kyungsoo repeats, face scrunched up in confusion.

Baekhyun tries to think, given the circumstances where Kyungsoo's cute little butt is on his stomach and their too close proximity. He wants to say it in a less crude manner but he decides to throw the thought away because given this situation, his brain is as good as gone.

"Yes. Yes in fact you've been my problem ever since the start of 2011. I've never realised this until recently but your butt has been an extreme distraction in my life."

Kyungsoo opens his mouth to say something but Baekhyun beats him to it.

"Let me finish. Your butt, is the most dangerous weapon ever allowed in South Korea and as much as i really hate the fact that your butt haunts me in my dreams every single night, i really like looking at it. And i'm saying this because, you've been on my mind lately and i really need to get this out of my system or else i'd explode and i won't be able to see your butt anymore."

Kyungsoo frowns and folds his arms.

"My butt is not dangerous you dumbass. If that was a confession, you really suck at it."

Baekhyun nods dumbly and feels the pent up frustration from the past 5 days get released. He feels slightly relieved but sits there in an awkward silence, waiting for a reply from Kyungsoo.

The younger lets out an audible sigh before pushing the said dumbass against his bed.

"You know, for a hyung, you are awfully oblivious to my attempts at trying to get you to make the first move. Everyone else knows that i've been crushing on you ever since you joined the company. And i'm pretty sure now that you like me too. So, can i kiss you now?"

Baekhyun starts to heat up and he gulps, silently praying that he doesn't faint from overheating because god damn he definitely did not expect this turn of events. He leans forward slightly in response to the younger's words and catches the younger rolling his eyes before pushing his lips against his.

"Dork."

Kyungsoo pulls back and whispers before fully attacking Baekhyun's lips in a frenzy.

He feels the latter smile against his lips and he his heart explodes into a million hearts with Kyungsoo in them.

"Only for you."

#exo #kyungsoo #drabble #baekhyun #baeksoo

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3 little troublemakers

3 little troublemakers and Suho just doesn't know what to do with his sons.

‘PARK CHANYEOL WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“BYUN BAEKHYUN GET BACK HERE YOU LIL-”

“OH THERE YOU ARE KYUNGSOO I’VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!”

Suho yelps and hops around as he tries to evade the apparent “attacks” from his second son.

“Chanyeol put that gun down. Now boy. Put it down. PUT IT DOWN. CHANYEOL. I MEAN IT.”

The little boy looks up at his dad with huge eyes, mouth puckering slightly. He relaxes from the ninja stance he was previously in and lowers down his new toy when a sudden shriek explodes in his ear.

“CHANYEOL NO. DO NOT GIVE IN TO THE EVIL MONSTER! HE WILL TAKE AWAY ALL YOUR TOYS AND THEN LOCK YOU UP IN A PLACE WHERE THERE’S NO CANDY! SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM NOW!”

Chanyeol’s hardened gaze shifts from the intruder to Suho. ”Baekhyun for god’s sake let your little br-”

And all that was left was a dripping wet Suho standing in the middle of the living room.

“How many times do I have to tell you both not to play with the water guns IN the house?”

“But this house is our safe house! We’ll get eaten up by the scary zombies if we play outside.” Baekhyun argues.

Clearly, this pep talk wasn’t going to work out. Suho sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the couch.

“Hyung’s right, I don’t wanna get ripped apart and eaten up by those ugly looking things outside! And I still want my toy gun and candies.”Chanyeol pipes up, not so helpfully.

Suho shakes his head at the two boys in front of him and stands up.

“If I catch you, Byun Baekhyun, telling your younger brother to play with his water gun in the house again, I will ban you from Pororo nights. Do you understand?”

Baekhyun folds his arms and squints his eyes.

“Yes dad.”

“And you Park Chanyeol. If I catch you playing with your water gun in here, or stealing those lollipops from the jar, you will be banned too. Understand?”

Chanyeol nods. “Yes daddy.”

Suho breathes out loud and smiles gently at his two sons. They may be troublemakers but heck they were his adorable sons.

“Let’s go get dinner now then. Where’s Kyungsoo?”

“I’m not sure I think he’s in the kitchen.” Baekhyun answers.

One step. Two step.

CLANG. CLINK. CRASH.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol glance at each other before looking up at Suho.

Oh my god I think I’m gonna faint, he thinks as he holds onto the dining table.

“Kyungsoo? Kyungsoo are you okay? Where are you?” Suho raises his voice lightly as he walks through the cluttered mess his son had made.

“H-here.” A tiny voice calls out from the shadows, trembling slightly.

“Kyungsoo come out here. Now.” Suho beckons the little one out from his hiding place.

“What were you doing in the kitchen?”

Kyungsoo steps out warily and glances at Suho then at his older brothers.

“I-I was trying to prepare dinner for you and hyungs.” He mumbles softly.

“But I couldn’t reach the stupid cereal box so I- I...”

“Moved the chair over and stepped onto the chair to reach the cereal box but you lost your balance and everything fell.” Baekhyun quips from the side.

Kyungsoo lets out a strangled sob and covers his eyes with his tiny fists.

“Don’t cry Kyunggie, please don’t cry.” Chanyeol peeks from behind his father’s huge silhouette. “Hyung will make it better for you. You can play with my gun if you want!” Chanyeol grins and holds out his precious toy gun towards the little one.

Baekhyun softens and inches towards his youngest brother before pulling his hand and holding it in his.

“Yeah don’t cry Kyunggie. You look like an ugly hippo when you cry.” Baekhyun smiles reassuringly and pats his head.

Baekhyun, forever so tactless. Suho thinks as he heads over to the trio.

“Kyungsoo darling, it’s alright. You didn’t hurt yourself anywhere did you?”

Shakes head.

“Good. Now what do you guys think about cleaning up this place?”

Silence.

“After we finish cleaning can we have chicken?”

“I’d like to have chicken for dinner.”

“I WANT CHICKEN!”

Bad choice. But Suho ends up agreeing anyway.

#baeksooyeol #chanbaeksoo #baekhyun #chanyeol #kyungsoo #exo #drabble

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EXO Hand Holding Styles

Kris:

"The confident hand holder"

Xiumin: 

"The casual hand holder"

Luhan:

"The shy lover"

Chanyeol: 

"The rough-hands-but-soft-touches hand holder"

Yixing: 

"The I-want-it-my-way hand holder"

Suho:

"The reassuring lover"

Kyungsoo:

"The warm lover"

Tao:

"The Saturday-morning-bedhead hand holder"

Baekhyun:

"THe shy teaser"

Sehun:

"Mr. Hesitant gentleman"

Chen:

"Gimme-your-hand-just-because"

Jongin:

"The never-let-go hand holder"

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Snowball fights, hate or like

In which Chanyeol struggles to resist the love of his life and fails. Terribly.

Chanyeol scoffs lightly as he watches Jongin dart around the snow forts, or rather, the lack thereof. He didn’t know what possessed him to give in to Jongin’s constant whining and pleas for a one on one snowball duel.

It was a lovely Sunday morning and Chanyeol could have been snuggling under his comfortable covers reading his latest pick from the bookstore, but no. On this dreadful lovely morning, he was dragged out by a puppy looking Jongin decked in a red cashmere sweater and tight fitting denims. Not forgetting to mention, the older was clad in nothing but his spongebob boxers and a wifebeater while his boxers were almost tugged off by the younger.

Damn that Kris, he thought, I’ll buy him superman boxers for his birthday and we’ll see how Baekhyun digs that.

Getting pulled out of bed by his boxers was definitely not Chanyeol’s preferred way of waking up. Oh how he longed for a nice brew of coffee. He swore he tried to resist the puppy eyes Jongin made the moment he stepped out of the room but, “Hyung~ wake up! I wanna challenge you to a snowball fight!” It just didn’t work that way.

He groans silently as he rubs his eyes. “Why didn’t you wake Junmyeon hyung or Kyungsoo instead?”

“Because hyung is my favourite, and I know you’ll never let me down!” Jongin beams and Chanyeol breathes in heavily.

He knows he’s lost the battle before it even began.

True to that, he now stands in the middle of the battleground in which Jongin had made him build so that they could commence with the snowball duel. And Jongin, in his midst of perfecting his snow fort, was currently in a position which had Chanyeol’s blood rushing both ways.

Sometimes, he just really hates Kim Jongin.

“Hyung are you ready to start?”

He fakes a cough and opens his mouth to answer as Jongin turns around to face him.

“Ye-“

SPLAT.

 Right in his face.

This time he chokes for real on the ice that flew into his mouth and splutters as the snow numbs his facial muscles. He wipes off the remains of Jongin’s ammo on his face and smirks.

“Hyung, why are you twitching again?”

The look on Jongin’s face is an innocent one but Chanyeol knows that this little devil is anything but that. Shrugging his coat off before Kyungsoo could start complaining about the pain of washing them, he steps closer to the younger. He reaches out and grins.

“Hyung? Hyung what are y- MMPH!”

He looks down at a distorted looking Jongin.

Cute, flashes through Chanyeol’s mind. And he leans down slightly towards the younger.

Jongin’s eyes flutter at their close proximity and Chanyeol laughs inwardly before straightening up.

“Wha- what was that? Revenge?” Jongin mutters and glares before pouting. “Now my entire back is wet.”

Nope, he smiles at the sight in front of him before catching Jongin by surprise again.

Chanyeol swoops down and pecks Jongin’s lips lightly before whispering in the younger’s ear.

“This. Is revenge.”

He pulls a blushing Jongin close to him and drapes the coat over his shoulders. He feels the edge of his lips curve up ever so slightly as the younger worms his arms around his waist.

“I love you hyung.”

“I love you too.”

Sometimes, Park Chanyeol really hates Jongin. But most of the time he knows the reason why. 

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