Never in Baekhyun’s sixteen years of life did he think that a school day could end too quickly. But as he and Kyungsoo walked back to his house he couldn’t help but grumble about the short day.

The worst part of it all was Chanyeol’s stupid grin. After spending every period with the giant, Baekhyun had basically memorized every crinkle that appeared around his eyes, he knew the number of teeth that showed when he smiled and he knew it only took about ten seconds for Chanyeol to twitch subconsciously.

He was beginning to regret his choice. And Kyungsoo’s constant worrying about Jongin was not helping.

“Baekhyun I just don’t understand—he kissed me and slipped the invitation into my hand—I’ve only just met him like two weeks ago!”

Baekhyun groaned, rubbing his temple with his forefinger.

“Kyungsoo—for the last time—I don’t know either. Why don’t you just write him a freaking love letter and ask him why? It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it.”

His cheeks flushed bright pink as he looked down at his feet, finding his shoes a little less embarrassing to look at than Baekhyun’s smug face.

“You know,” Baekhyun said again, his thinking face coming on. “That might actually be a good idea. After all, you aren’t going to confess to his face any time soon.”

“You never know! I might if—”

The look Baekhyun was giving him as they arrived at Baekhyun’s house was enough to silence Kyungsoo for a short moment.

“Okay fine…,” Kyungsoo mumbled shamefully, watching Baekhyun fish out his keys to unlock the front door. “I wouldn’t.”

The pair of them stepped inside, slipping off their shoes as they headed into the kitchen to grab a quick snack before moving their two person party up to Baekhyun’s room.

“We should really get some homework done,” Baekhyun said thoughtfully, plopping down on his bed as he opened his bag. “But you know what we can do after that!?”

“What?”

“Write your love letter to Jongin!” Baekhyun exclaimed, giggling evilly at Kyungsoo’s pained expression.

The younger groaned, running his fingers through his hair.

“I hate you, Baekhyun. I really do.”

~~~~~

It was 5:55. Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Tao and Yixing were all standing awkwardly outside of Baekhyun’s house in the pouring rain.

The plan was for them all to meet up and go to Jongin’s house together, but everything had unexpectedly fallen apart when Baekhyun locked his umbrella and his only set of keys in the house. And the next few minutes of cursing was due to the fact that there wasn’t an extra hidden key anywhere because of his paranoid mother.

So in the end they left fifteen minutes later than they should have, completely soaked, all because of Baekhyun’s forgetfulness.

Everyone was being to feel as if going to Jongin’s party was the worst thing that could have happened to them.

“According to the giant, Jongin lives just up this road and to the---” Baekhyun squinted at the bleeding ink on a small slip of paper. “Left? House 4235?”

Yixing groaned, his faith in Baekhyun was beginning to fail as the rain continued to drench their already numb bodies.

“Is it that one over there?” Kyungsoo asked, teeth chattering as he pointing at a pink house they were passing, the number clearly being 4233.

“Obviously not Kyungsoo,” Baekhyun snapped, becoming irritated with the rain and his innocent friend. “His house number is 4235, not 4233, and that house is pink. Pink. Do you honestly think that your future husband lives in a pink house?”

“I just wanted to get out of the rain,” Kyungsoo mumbled pitifully, shaking as a car flew by them, hitting them with more water and cold wind.

Baekhyun ignored him and continued to trudge up the sidewalk.

“Is it that one?” A quiet voice asked, barely audible over the rain and thunder.

They all turned their attention to the direction of the voice and to their surprise it was Tao who decided to speak up, his finger still pointing towards the house farther up the road on the right.

They all turned to look where he was pointing; from their view they could see about twenty cars parked in the parking lot and in the grass lawn of, said house. There were pink streamers hanging from the balcony, which were now sticky and wet, plastered against the round pillars on the front deck.

The house itself was huge, it was about double the length of any regular house and it looked to have about three stories. The four boys walked cautiously up the long driveway, still unsure and utterly amazed that Jongin lived here of all places.

“Did Chanyeol ever say Jongin was rich?” Yixing asked as they moved through the rows of cars. “Because if we’re at the wrong house this is going to horribly embarrassing….”

“Well I don’t know where else it would be,” Baekhyun muttered, still staring down at the invitation in his hand. “The card did say 4235 and this is house 4235. Plus, I don’t see any other houses with excessive amounts of cars parked in front of it, so I don’t know who else it could be.”

Yixing looked around skeptically, hanging behind the group, still obviously having trouble believing that Kim Jongin, player of all players, lived in this kind of luxury.

“Oh come on Yixing,” Baekhyun groaned, pulling the younger up the front steps with him. “Your pride won’t be ruined by going up to the door and asking if we are at the right place. If it’s a stranger’s house they won’t even remember you tomorrow. We’ve got nothing to lose.”

Baekhyun gave him one last reassuring look before hitting the doorbell on the “mansion.” Nothing happened for a moment, but then after a few seconds they heard the music inside get turned down slightly, and Baekhyun, seeing that as his window of opportunity, used that moment to hit the doorbell again.

In the next few seconds the door was flung open, and much to the boys surprise—and relief– the giant standing in front of them