I’ve been going to his house everyday for four days, to the delight of his mother. It didn’t feel like I just knew his mom for four days, though, it felt like I knew her since my childhood. She was a mix of cute and cheeky. Everything Chanyeol wasn’t, but I guess he must’ve gotten something from his father since he already got his mother’s face.

Kyungsoo dropped both of us in front of Chanyeol’s doorsteps for the fifth time that week. “Hey, Dongyi! I’m picking you up later at eight thirty, okay?” Kyungsoo called out from the open car window. Chanyeol was already on his way to the door. “Why can’t you just sleep over here?” He teased with a straight face.

“Shut up, Do Kyungsoo” I rolled my eyes “Thanks for picking me up every night, it almost makes me feel sorry for you”

“Almost?”

“Yeah, you’re an just like Chanyeol so you don’t deserve my full pity”

“Are you guys going to just flirt there until tomorrow?” Chanyeol said from the open door of his house. His arms crossed, tie loosened, and his back pack slung over one arm. It must be my imagination, but it also sounded like his voice went deeper. How deep can you go if your voice is already the ing ocean?

“Coming” I shouted over my shoulder “Don’t get your in a twist”

I heard a complaining mumble from Chanyeol which made me chuckle. “Go and have fun, your husband is waiting for you” Kyungsoo crooned.  The word ‘husband’ hasn’t lost its effect on me, it never fails to