Kyungsoo didn’t get flustered – it was something that he prided himself on. Not even when he had been a hormonal teenager, having to learn about various life skills from particular videos on the Internet and a family member would walk in on his experimenting, so to speak. He was embarrassed, sure, but never flustered. He wasn’t even sure what this hotness on his porcelain skin was, until he saw Chanyeol snickering and he started to put two and two together. Stuttering an apology to Jongin, he walked over to the tall giant and tried his best to ignore the teasing pokes and comments made about his cheeks. As he reached the front of the queue, he found himself stumbling over his words – something that happened extremely rarely – and then glancing over to where he knew the tan male was standing (it wasn’t like he’d been glancing periodically, of course, obviously he was much more mature than that.) only to find Jongin grinning over at him, as if he was a cute kitten. This only caused his cheeks to redden more and a whole new thread of teasing started.