“I hate you.”

Sehun whines when he’s smacked, clutching his arm. “Why? What’d I do?”

“You never told me about Jongin!”

“Yeah, I have!” He dodges the incoming swat and yanks a pillow off the bed, holding it between them as a shield. “I talk about him all the time.”

“He’s hot. You forgot that part!”

“I was trying to protect Jongin from your claws.”

“What’s wrong with my claws?”

“You don’t let go, when you want something,” Sehun mumbles, pulling up his sleeve to see the bright pink handprint.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not always,” Sehun mumbles, rubbing his sore arm with a grimace, “but Jongin’s different. He’s one of my best friends, and I know how he is. He’s not super outgoing; he’s shy with unfamiliar people.” Baekhyun loves shy people. They’re adorable. Jongin must look so cute blushing and hiding his face… “Whatever you’re thinking, please stop.”

Baekhyun blinks and focuses on Sehun. “What?”

“You were zoned out and nearly drooling. Save that for when you’re alone.”

“What’s a little fantasizing, between friends?”

Sehun grimaces. “Hyung, I love you, but sometimes you disgust me.”

“Just remember this the next time you borrow my stuff.” Just see if he lends the big brat anything ever again. They don’t always make the journey home, and he had said: “Sehun, I don’t mind lending stuff, but I kinda want them back?”

“So go get it.” If Sehun can avoid it, he will. It’s his life motto, apparently.

It’s not like he’s even busy doing anything. Mid-way through the day, he knocks on Baekhyun’s door, opens it after turning the knob to find out if it’s locked, and makes himsel