“Hey , that's not how you roll.” Chanyeol finds himself flopping his hunched figure back into the crumpled pile of bedsheets, awaiting the other to loosen his hold that is pinning him down in a playful tackle. Talk about such compromising position they're in.

Byun Baekhyun. That little midget. He’ll slaughter the daring maknae for sneaking his studio keys out from his side pockets when he has been fast asleep like a dead log back in their commuting van.

And now, the sly dwarf has a hold on his possession. Talk about manners.

Straddling the sides of his waist, the raven-haired male stoops forward, leaning down as close as possible into his face made up of knitted brows and a wrinkled frown. “So, this's where you've been lounging for the past few days, eh?” Now, talk about accusations.

“Lounging?” Chanyeol snorts indignantly with his nose scrunched up, looking fairly miffed but doesn't push the fingers that is trailing down away from his stiff torso, vaguely outlining his developing structures of pectoral abs. “Look, midget, I'm practising. Go bother someone else. Like Sehun.” Now, talk about jealousy.

It's true that they both always work like a faulty switch, going on and off at random times people would find it hard to expect. But everybody kind of adjusts to their caprice in their love-hate relationship: from frolicking to blowing up. Whichever comes first. 

And this year, they both run out of words. Kyungsoo is caught in a terrible breakdown after someone does a little dating scandal that has Chanyeol ending up in consoling his so called best friend. Jongin tries not to pry why his beloved hyung is running and slipping out of his reach and Chanyeol has to rein himself from adding fuel to fire. Talk about oblivion. More like ignorance. 

So when Chansoo gets into action, Baekhyun can no longer sit still. They still sleep together with limbs snugged and tangled between silk covers, relishing in whatever time is available for them. It's starting to look rocky on the outside because Baekhyun has always been greedy. He doesn't like sharing albeit always blatantly snatching what isn't his. 

In short, he doesn't like sharing Chanyeol with the owl-eyed male who may or may not have him drowning in a pit of jealousy. Like, why are you touching my man.

Then amid the chaos of their shaky relationship, Oh Sehun barges in, saying Luhan hyung doesn't love him anymore when the latter accidentally forgets to add a heart emoticon in his text. Talk about childishness. 

Sweet revenge. Baekhyun thinks. He starts to hang out with the maknae more: fooling around brazenly in front of his giant lover, trying to bring out more skin ship here and there, grabbing Sehun's like he owns it, biting Sehun’s arms like he likes it.

Trust me, the effects are surely working but that makes Chanyeol as impassive as he can be. At the end of the day, Baekhyun can only get more frustrated with his stunts. He's running out of tactics.

So he decides to corner his boyfriend, oh-so innocently pressing his giant down back into the spongy bed and trying patch a hole that has already gotten so big. “A little birdy told me you're stealing my song. Heard you're singing with Suzy’s hoobae, Nayeon.”

He wedges a knee in between the taller one’s thighs and tries not to consciously knead it against the other’s sensitive lower region. Chanyeol lets out a little groan, feeling a little hotter than ever. “Baekhyun, stop.”

“Ain't nobody tells me what to do, Yeol.” . He is desperately demanding his needs. But just before Chanyeol could grab his milky nape and crash their hungry lips together in a deprived craze, Baekhyun props himself up as he nimbly gets away from the impending touch.

He leaves the other bereft of his attention. Stupid deserves it anyway.

“If you're going to practise, might as well as consult the expert. Not to the mention, the hundred percent originality here.” He does a little sassy sway with the hips, index curling up to lure the giant to the couch. The other dreamily complies and slu