Chanyeol had already put his guitar in its case and it was now leaning against the wall near the practice room door, while he sat on his amp. His shoulders slumped forward as he reached into his back pocket for his phone. Kyungsoo and Minho had left fifteen minutes ago, but Sehun stuck around. He eyed Chanyeol carefully, leaning against the door frame, his bass case in hand.

“So, what’s with you?” Sehun said. “You at least got through rehearsal without Kyungsoo putting his foot up your , but you definitely weren’t entirely there. So what is it?”

“It’s nothing,” Chanyeol said, not looking up from his phone. He mentally ran through a list of everyone who could have possibly sent him the text. Why would someone do this?

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Sehun said, setting his bass down at the door and walking to Chanyeol. He grabbed Chanyeol’s phone from him, Chanyeol grasping as the phone left his hand, but failing to retrieve. He then quickly darted toward the door out of Chanyeol’s immediate reach.

“Let’s see here,” Sehun began, pulling up Chanyeol’s text messages. He opened up the latest message, from a number not saved in Chanyeol’s phone and stared at it. He looked from the phone back to Chanyeol, and Chanyeol slunk back a bit further against the wall.

“He texted you...Holy ! Byun Baekhyun texted you! You! Chanyeol!” Sehun shouted, slapping Chanyeol on the arm. Chanyeol was going to have a bruise, and Sehun didn’t care.

He shoved Sehun toward the door. “I regret ever giving you my phone code,” Chanyeol mumbled, slouching and pulling himself into a tiny ball on top of his amp.

“I don’t think you really had a choice on giving me that code,” Sehun said. “You should text him back!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Chanyeol replied.

“Chanyeol...you...text him!” Sehun yelled, waving Chanyeol’s phone at him. “Why are you being like this?”

“I--”

“Do not tell me that you don’t want to. I know you. You are in love with this boy. Have been since you saw him skate at that same competition as Yoora. You don’t shut up about him. You pulled a stupid stunt just for this to happen and now you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

“Then text him back!” Sehun said, ing Chanyeol’s phone back into his hands and returning to his position leaning against the practice room door.

Chanyeol stared down at the device, the message open and waiting. “What do I even say?”

“Start with your name, idiot! He asked for it,” Sehun said, rolling his eyes.

Chanyeol hesitated, still only looking down at the open text message.

“Look,” Sehun started. “If you don’t text him back, I will.”

“No! I can do it!” Chanyeol said, pulling the phone close to his chest. No way was he ever letting Sehun take his phone from him again. Maybe if he actually texted back he could figure out who had pulled such a mean prank.

He took a deep breath and then began to type. ‘Chanyeol. My name is Park Chanyeol.’ He hit the send button and looked back up to Sehun’s wide grin. The phone buzzed again, and Chanyeol turned his attention back to the device.

“Open it!” Sehun whispered as if Chanyeol was on the phone and not just sending texts.

Chanyeol did, looking over the words in pure black and white. ‘Well, Park Chanyeol. Thank you very much for my new jacket. I quite like it.’  

“So, what’s it say?” Sehun asked. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll just steal your phone again.”

Chanyeol sighed. He really needed better friends. “Fine. It says, “Well, Park Chanyeol. Thank you very much for my new jacket. I quite like it.””

“Text him back!”

“No, Sehun!”

“Do not make me come over there!” Sehun said, striding toward Chanyeol. Chanyeol slid off of the amp and held the phone over his head, out of Sehun reach, even as Sehun tried to jump and take it.

The phone buzzed again, and both Chanyeol and Sehun paused, meeting each other's eyes. Slowly, Chanyeol brought it down from over his head and unlocked it, pulling up the latest message. Sehun reading over his shoulder, Chanyeol read the words of the latest text. ‘Would you like to have dinner?’

Before Chanyeol could even think, Sehun grabbed hold of his phone again and sent a reply. The phone buzzed again. “He asked if you live in Seoul. I’m gonna tell him yes,” Sehun said, happily typing away.

Chanyeol closed his eyes and sighed. Then, he made a lunge at Sehun, which Sehun quickly evaded. The phone buzzed yet again. “He says he’ll meet you at Mingles on Saturday at 8 PM. He also sent the address,” Sehun said, after typing a response and handing back the phone.

Chanyeol stared at Sehun, willing with all his might that he would just catch fire, but no such luck. “No. You didn’t. I can’t…”

Sehun reached down to pick up his bass. “Well, I’m off to class because if we want to keep using this space as rehearsal space, I need to not fail,” Sehun said, a -eating grin appearing on his face. “You know you’ll thank me later. Go enjoy a dinner with your most favorite person in the world.”  He his heel and left.

Chanyeol watched him go and once Sehun had disappeared from sight by turning the corner, Chanyeol turned his attention back to his phone. He ran through the options he had. He could text Baekhyun back and tell him that his phone had been stolen and that the texts weren’t really from him. He could wait and text Baekhyun tomorrow and tell him something came up.  Or he could just it up and go on a dinner date with his idol. How bad could it be?