Chanyeol saw the way Kyungsoo looked at him, and at first he brushed it off as simple admiration, maybe he was jealous of his height. But it soon became obvious that those stares were filled with something other than that, and Chanyeol didn’t know what to do with this new information. It’s not like he was disgusted by his bandmate, and it’s not like he didn’t enjoy feeling love and affection directed towards him. To put it simply, Chanyeol didn’t know what to do with Kyungsoo.

So who better to consult, Chanyeol think, than the secretly sassy exo-m maknae?

                “ No way…That little -face queen likes…you?” Tao laughed over the phone. Chanyeol face-palmed and seriously questioned his decision to confide in Zitao.

                “Please Tao, be serious. I don’t know what to do!” Chanyeol pleaded, he could hear Tao sigh.

                “Play with him”

                “What?”

                “Play. With. Him. See how far you can push it, embarrass him, flirt with him, touch him, all that good stuff” Tao said, obviously getting excited at his own advice. Chanyeol was speechless, how could he do that? Wouldn’t that be too mean? Wouldn’t that be leading him on?

                “How could I be so mean to him?” Chanyeol finally spat out, deciding that telling Tao was absolutely a terrible idea.

                “Chan-chan hyung, trust me.” That was the last thing Zitao said before he complained that long international calls were going to get him beat up by the dragon leader Kris and he hung up, leaving Chanyeol a confused mess.

                Chanyeol initially banished that idea from his head, thinking that it’s not okay to lead someone on. But the idea ate at him; somehow creeping up on him more and more until he couldn’t help it. He finally broke one day when they had just finished dance practice and everyone in exo-k was collapsed on the floor of the dance studio panting heavily. Kyungsoo had happened to fall quite closely to Chanyeol and from the corner of his eye he could see the wide-eyed singer staring at him.

                Something in him, that little devil on his shoulder named Zitao, poked at him until he sat up and pulled his black tank top up and over his thin toned body. He stretched his arms and made a show of groaning at how good it felt; all the while two huge eyes were glued to him.

                “Dude, Chanyeol…no one paid you, so stop stripping” Sehun yelled from the opposite corner of the room. Chanyeol chucked his sweaty tank top at the maknae and stuck his tongue out, while the rest of the members just laughed, all of them, except Kyungsoo, who looked nearly on the verge of tears. Chanyeol decided to push it just a little further.

                “Kyungsoo-ah, are you ok?” Chanyeol scooted closer to the flustered boy, leaning over him and placing a hand on his shoulder “you don’t look too good.”

                Kyungsoo’s squeezed his eyes closed a few times, his face flushed, and the derpiest and most awkward smile spread over his lips. It was really….cute Chanyeol thought to himself.

                “What?...hm? Of course, yeah…totally. Fine. Yes.” Kyungsoo nodded, and nodded, and nodded until Chanyeol thought the poor boy’s head would fall off. He giggled, and ruffled Kyungsoo’s black hair.

                “You’re being so cute Kyungsoo-ah” Chanyeol said in his deep voice,

                And Kyungsoo just about died.

Something about the way Kyungsoo looked that night, like a shy puppy, made Chanyeol want to harass him even more. And that’s just what he did.

                One night he snuck into Kyungsoo’s room when he was reading by himself and jumped on top of his unknowing pray. Kyungsoo squeaked and jerked; almost kicking Chanyeol onto the floor, but the taller male just snuck his hands around the singer’s abdomen and hugged him.

                “Chan..Chanyeol…hyung...what…what are you doing?” Kyungsoo choked out, face red as a tomato.

                “I’m lonely, I want to cuddle~” Chanyeol purred, rubbing his face into Kyungsoo’s neck. He let his hands slide up Kyungsoo’s body to his chest and he could feel the younger man’s heartbeat racing away. Something inside of Chanyeol jumped, and he realized that damn, he really did have an effect on this kid.

                “Ah..ok, I see…sure, I guess. Yes. That’s ok. Ok. Good.” Kyungsoo stuttered, and slowly, ever so slowly he slid his hand to cover Chanyeol’s and patted it hesitantly a few times. Warmth spread through Chanyeol’s hand and he smiled wide into the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, his own heartbeat speeding up.

                The next time Chanyeol played with Kyungsoo he took it up a notch, catching the younger boy in the bathroom.

                “Kyungsooooo! Let’s shower together ne?” Chanyeol said, happy virus acting on 100%. Kyungsoo shook his head no, and pushed Chanyeol out of the bathroom…or at least he tried. Chanyeol was having none of that, and he simply forced himself into the small tiled room and shut the door behind him. Before Kyungsoo could argue further, Chanyeol was stripping down. Kyungsoo had no choice but to look down at the white floors, squeeze his hands into fists and simultaneously praise and curse whatever god willed this to happen.

                “It’s fine…me and Baekhyun shower together all the time!” Chanyeol added as he pulled off his layers of clothing. Kyungsoo didn’t dare look up as he saw the light blue Calvin Klein underwear hit the floor.

.

 Chanyeol nearly burst out laughing at the cuteness of the boy in front of him; eyes scrunched closed, head down, fists balled.

                “Come on, Kyungsoo” Chanyeol whispered into his ear, grabbing his wrist lightly and pulling him into the shower, letting the towel that was wrapped around the younger’s waist fall to the floor.

                This is not happening Kyungsoo thought to himself, but sure enough warm water hit his back and he slowly opened his eyes, and O M F G that’s a .

                Kyungsoo turned away from Chanyeol in the tiny shower stall, hitting his forehead on the tiled divider and letting the water pour down over his head. Must not think impure thoughts, must not think impure thoughts, must not think impure thou-

                “Kyungsoo, your is so cute” Chanyeol laughed, poking the soft round flesh of Kyungsoo’s backside. Kyungsoo flinched and squeaked and mumbled “stop it” but Chanyeol just laughed some more. He looked at Kyungsoo’s pale back; it looked so smooth and pretty. He lifted his hand and trailed his finger down the back of Kyungsoo’s neck, tracing swirls down his shoulders, stopping in the dip of his lower back and flattening his palm down on the skin there. Kyungsoo shuddered into the touch and hit his forehead lightly against the tiled wall again, biting his lip.

                “Hyung…chanyeol…” he breathed out, but Chanyeol didn’t listen. He leaned on his free arm against the wall on one side of Kyungsoo’s head and slid his palm around to Kyungsoo’s flat tummy. Why is his skin so ing smooth? Chanyeol thought, mind clouded with the beginnings of lust because god a boy’s skin shouldn’t feel this nice. He was too preoccupied to notice that his hand was trailing down, down, down-

                “Hyung!” Kyungsoo moaned, and Chanyeol’s fingers bumped into something stiff and warm. Chanyeol yanked his hand back and blushed deeply. There was a moment of awkward silence filled only by the sound of running water and Kyungsoo’s slightly ragged breath.

                “Tao…this was a stupid, terrible, horrible idea and I hate you and will never trust you again!” chanyeol cried over the phone the next night. Tao just laughed.

                “I just can’t believe you touched his ‘little d.o’”

                “Laugh all you want, you little devil… just know I will never trust you again!” he threatened, feeling absolutely pathetic

                “Alright, alright. But why were you touching him so much anyways?” Tao asked.

                “You told me to!”

                “Not that much, just a little bit. I didn’t tell you to give that poor kid a !” Tao said, holding back more giggles.

                “IT WAS NOT A… ” Chanyeol whispered the last part and blushed. Tao sighed, and Chanyeol knew the kung fu panda was about to drop some serious knowledge on him.

                “Seriously, why did you touch him so much?” Tao asked calmly, making Chanyeol nervous.

                “Because, his skin…it looked so smooth,” Chanyeol mumbled “and he was so…freaking…cute”

                Silence. Chanyeol twiddled with his hair. More silence. Then Tao burst out laughing, not only Tao but Chanyeol could hear the distinct low chuckle of Kris, and giggles from Lu Han and oh my god.

                “ZI ING TAO! Am I on speakerphone!?” Chanyeol spluttered out, more flustered than ever.

                “Sorry Chan Chan, Gege is very sorry,” Kris’s deep voice rumbled through the phone line, still chuckling lightly “but in my honest opinion, I think you like him”

                Chanyeol stayed quiet, face red in embarrassment and the words that Kris just said running through his mind. Do I like him? He thought he was just playing around with Kyungsoo, testing out how much the younger boy liked him, but Chanyeol couldn’t understand why it affected him so much to see the younger boy blushing around him. He thought about how his heartbeat sped up when he was cuddling, or how Kyungsoo looked in the shower and how pretty he had looked. PRETTY? He’s a ing man.

                “I am a badass namja, and I don’t find boys pretty” Chanyeol said determinedly over the phone and the riotous laughter that ensued afterwards only stood to shake his confidence and bring him back to embarrassment.

                “Seriously Chanyeol, you like him. And he obviously really likes you.” Kris said through muffled giggles “so just do something about it”

                And with that Kris hung up the phone, but not before Chanyeol heard Chen nearly screaming from laughter in the back “NAMJA! Did you hear that? He’s a ‘badass namja’”

                Chanyeol just about died.

                But he didn’t die, and so he had to sort out his feelings for Kyungsoo. He sat in his room on the floor and thought about it, and meditated, and pondered, and the exo-k members just made fun of him and let him sit in his room “like a freaking hermit” as Sehun put it. Chanyeol was on hour 5 of his meditative analysis of the situation when his door cracked open and someone entered.

                “Um…hyung?” a small voice called out, Chanyeol stiffened at the sound. Kyungsoo didn’t wait for a response and closed the door behind him. “I brought you dinner..ah, yea…because you didn’t come to the table when we all ate, and I thought you’d be maybe…hungry, I don’t know”

                Chanyeol gritted his teeth at the stuttering boy, why did he have to be so goddamn cute?

                “Come here” Chanyeol said quietly, and Kyungsoo almost didn’t hear but the look the tall boy was giving him made his body act on its own. When Kyungsoo was close enough, Chanyeol wrapped a hand tightly around his wrist and yanked him into his lap. The short boy fell onto Chanyeol, back hitting the rappers chest. Kyungsoo blushed and struggled a bit but Chanyeol’s long arms wrapped tight around him, constricting his movements.

                “Why are you like this Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol whispered.

                “Like wha-“

                “Why do you like me?”

                Kyungsoo froze, his face flushed even redder than before and he looked down.

                “Why are you so cute?” Chanyeol asked, a bit louder. He leaned his face down and nuzzled into Kyungsoo’s neck. He breathed in deeply, Kyungsoo smelled like soap and the hairs on the back of his neck were soft. Chanyeol nipped at Kyungsoo’s neck with his lips, placing small kisses on the bumps of his spine peeking out of his t-shirt. He lifted his hand to Kyungsoo’s chin and roughly forced the younger boy to turn his head so he could kiss down the line of his jaw slowly. He squeezed Kyungsoo closer to him, wanting their bodies to be as close as possible, and he snuggled his face into the crook of his neck.

                “Why do you make me feel this way” Chanyeol said into Kyungsoo’s skin before he lifted the boy’s face and brushed their lips together. Kyungsoo melted into Chanyeol’s mouth, and Chanyeol got a little carried away.

                Actually Chanyeol got A LOT carried away, but everyone decided to stay quiet when Kyungsoo left the tall rappers room with a ripped T-shirt, disheveled hair, and extremely swollen lips. Chanyeol laid in bed that night with a goofy grin on his face, having finally figured out how to deal with Kyungsoo. And when Suho phoned in to the exo-m dorm late in the night and told them the update, Tao couldn’t help but take all credit for it, and Chen couldn’t help but say with a chuckle.

                “Chanyeol really is one badass namja”