Baekhyun used to think that love was like the weather.   Feelings that easily advanced and retreated like sunshine to rain, and heartache that brewed heavily like thunder. He didn't think there was anything possibly positive about finding someone to love. No, not really. Not when there was heartbreak and emotions on the line. Baekhyun just knew he wasn't the type to become so devoted to someone that he wouldn't be able to live without them.   It seems a little foolish, doesn't it? He thought so, as he stared up at his ceiling on quiet dark nights. A little pointless, too. He didn't find any reason for himself to go through all that unnecessary pain. The hurt that came with giving his heart so openly to another, providing them with the freedom to ruin it as they please. It wasn't worth it to him, and as he closed his eyes for the night, he didn't think it would ever be.    So when he awakes the next morning to a Cheshire smile on the lips of none other than Jongdae, of course he has some clear worries. Because who wouldn't with the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and the way he was bouncing slightly on his feet?   "Hyung," the male coos, though Baekhyun finds that he doesn't like it one bit. Jongdae shakes the half asleep older, adding in a "come on, get up."   With much reluctance and hands swatting at the other main vocalist to 'get the out of my face', he managed to groggily sit up, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as a small, unintentional pout adorns his lips. Jongdae, of course, coos again at this—eyes formed into moon shaped crescents as he pokes the older's cheek.   "I have a plan for us today, you know; since it's our day off," the intruder starts off casually, fingers combing through dark, naturally styled hair. "I know. And before you about wanting to sleep, you'll thank me later because you'll have a great time."   Baekhyun's hands fall from his face as he looked at Jongdae like he was something completely foreign to him. "No, apparently you don't know. Because I really don't want to leave this bed for another five hours. I'm tired, Jesus, Jonggie."   Jongdae makes a face at the nickname, knowing fully well that Baekhyun knew that he completely despised it. Alas, he simply shook his head, reaching for his blanket and pulling it off of him—despite the horrified cries from his hyung.   "Fine! Fine," Baekhyun repeated tiredly, lips now sporting a frown as he swung his legs over the mattress, now stretching his arms over his head. "You owe me, Jongdae."   The other male simply crossed his arms in clear triumph, a soft melodic laugh escaping pink lips. "Mhm, you'll thank me later."     -     "Why are we at a grocery store?"    The words left Bomi's lips quickly, tone turning suspicious as her eyes took in the large building before her.   Eunji smiled all too sweetly, hooking her arm with the latter as she led them into the shop. "Some people are coming over later, so we need to pick up some things to make lunch."   Disbelief immediately sets itself onto Bomi's features, the older yanking her arm free with a startled look. "What? You didn't say anything about people coming to the dorm," she frowned, lips tugging downwards. "And who makes lunch anymore? Why don't you just bring your friend out?"   Eunji merely narrows her eyes, tugging the taller female back by her side. "We eat out all the time. And besides, it would be much more nicer to eat something home cooked, yeah?" She raised an eyebrow in amusement at a huffing Bomi. "Oh, and it's we. There's two people coming, and you're sticking with us."   Bomi's eyes were trained somewhere in front of her, so when those words left her member, she didn't think she could turn her head fast enough.   "Are you serious?" She asked with dread, "please tell me you're joking. What if I have things