“I’m sorry…” Baekhyun apologised to Kyungsoo for the umpteenth time.

Kyungsoo ignored him for the umpteenth and a half time as he gently pressed an ice back to Kai’s forehead. A large lump was forming, and in any other situation, Baekhyun would have been the first to make fun of him. But at the moment, Baekhyun didn’t feel like calling Kai a Beluga whale, or laughing at the fact that he wouldn’t have girls swooning over him for a couple of days.

His mind replayed the scene in his head.

Just so he could get it straight, he turned everything into dot points.

·         Kai sits on Baekhyun.

·         Kyungsoo see Kai on Baekhyun.

·         Baekhyun pushes Kai off.

·         Baekhyun jokes that Kai tried to kiss him.

·         Chanyeol walks in.

·         Chanyeol hears Kai tried to kiss Baekhyun.

·         Chanyeol throws the television remote at Kai’s face.

Right.

What this some kind of movie script?!

Baekhyun snapped himself back to reality. He turned to apologise for tricking Kyungsoo again, only to automatically shut his eyes as he saw the couple were indulging in some you’re-hurt-let-me-kiss-it-better kinda stuff. Maybe a little bit more…let-me-kiss-you-until-it-heals kinda stuff.

Ugh.

Baekhyun removed himself from the disgusting soap opera which was Kyungsoo’s and Kai’s life and began to search for Chanyeol.

What happened to that guy anyway?

Baekhyun looked around. He guess Chanyeol would be in their his room (he wasn’t going to give it up so easily…). He was right, of course.

But it was an unusual sight.

Chanyeol was starfishing face-down on his bed. But it was awkward.

Chanyeol.

Your arms are too long.

Your legs are too long.

Your hair looks like a mop.

And you make my bed look like a baby’s cot.

Hehe. That rhymes. Baekhyun stopped himself from snorting unattractively just in time. He slowly tiptoed over. He watched the heavy breathing of the guy on his bed, the way his body raised and dipped.

Why did he even care about this guy?

Chanyeol was a jerk.

Baekhyun didn’t care about jerks.

Chanyeol’s probably thrown a hundred remote controls at people before…

Maybe not a hundred…

but did you mean thrown a remote a people a hundred time?

Cause I don't know someone with a hundred remo-

SHUT UP!

But…the reason he threw the remote…

Because he thought Kai had tried to kiss him?

Baekhyun could only think of one explanation.

It was a stupid reason.

It probably wasn’t even true.

Somehow, Baekhyun wished it was.

Chanyeol stirred on his bed and kicked his legs childishly, still face down.

This reminded Baekhyun a lot of someone…

Oh right.

Himself.

But Baekhyun wasn’t a jerk.

…

Ahfjhsdhfklasjhdflkjshadkfhjksdafhla!!!

What the heck!

“Park Chanyeol!”

Baekhyun slapped Chanyeol’s back as Chanyeol jumped out of surprise and turned over and stared at him wide-eyed, his voice obviously stuck somewhere in his throat.

Baekhyun breathed to calm himself…

Wait. What are you doing?

Shut up. I got this.

“Why are you such a jerk?!” He slapped him again.

Why are you asking a jerk why he’s a jerk?!

It was a rhetorical question you !

Baekhyun dropped to his knees so he was at face-level with him.

“Why do you talk about me all the time…?”

No! Stop before you do something stupid!

He brought his face closer as Chanyeol’s eyes widened.

“Why can’t you just admit it…?”

Chanyeol spluttered out random syllables as Baekhyun breath was so close it tickled his skin.

He couldn’t even reply.

Baekhyun swallowed the nervousness in this throat…

...and pressed his lips against Chanyeol’s.

It was just a touch of the lips.

Nothing else.

Yet his heart failed to agree...

As Baekhyun pulled his face away, he noticed a beautiful pink tinge to Chanyeol’s cheeks.

“Why can’t you just admit that you like me?”