It wasn’t until the next Friday that Baekhyun willingly spoke to Chanyeol again. He put up a barrier when Chanyeol had scolded him on his inappropriate actions against Jongin, and whenever Chanyeol tried to talk to him he would hum or grunt in response.   But as the end of the second week rolled around Chanyeol was a little bit more than upset. He was mad. He was sad. And ing depressed that his new little friend had suddenly began to ignore him and give him half-assed responses whenever they talked.   Just when Chanyeol thought he was getting somewhere, he was pushed down again. He knew the twerp was upset from their small quarrel, but not speaking to him for two weeks was a bit excessive. Was he creeped out by the Valentine’s present?   What if he freaked Baekhyun out? What if he hated him again?   Chanyeol buried his face in his textbook, giving out a muffled moan. Which caught his history partner’s attention; who also happened to be his best friend, Mr. -face.   “…What are you doing?” Kris sighed, closing his book as he raised an eyebrow at his friend.   “I’m being depressed.”   “It sounds more like you’re pleasuring yourself.”   Chanyeol sat up, his lips forming into a pout. “I think I’ve told you on more than one occasion that Baekhyun isn’t talking to me. So I’m sad.”   “Well from the way you were sitting—and , it sounded more like you were dreaming of doing things to his tiny little body.”   “,” Chanyeol muttered, his ears still turning noticeably red.   “It’s not like you denied it,” Kris responded in a sing song voice, smirking as Chanyeol glared at him.   “You,” Chanyeol said, pointing a finger at him. “Shut up.”   Kris chuckled, turning his attention to Chanyeol’s cute heartthrob who was sitting at the front of the room.   Baekhyun didn’t appear to be upset, but then again, Chanyeol wasn’t in his line of vision.   Kris looked back at Chanyeol, giving him an encouraging smile, “Why don’t you go talk to him? Ask him what’s wrong.”   “I already know what’s wrong. He’s mad that I told him off.”   “Oh that’s right! Didn’t the midget slap Jongin or something?”   Chanyeol nodded.   “Ha, that’s awesome. The totally deserved it,” Kris grinned, stretching his long arms above his head.   “He really did, I just wished Baekhyun had done it somewhere else. I’m not sure if Jongin’s damaged pride will ever heal.”   “Well apparently it stopped him from around. Sehun was telling me that our pal Jongin hasn’t been laid since the night of the party.”   “Seriously? Are we talking about the same Kim Jongin?”   “Yeah. He seems to have lost his momentum. It probably was good that Mr. Munchkin slapped him in front of the entire student body. God only knows how many people have wanted to do that.”   “Kim Jongin,” Chanyeol said, shaking his head. “The boy who decided to stop having …”   “If you aren’t careful you’ll be the boy who decided never to have .”   “You have no idea how much I want to ing punch you right now.”   “Just go talk to him, he’s not going to bite you. He may be mad, but you can always apologize. Have you tried that yet?”   “I’ve apologized to him on multiple occasions. He’ll probably be mad if I apologize again.”   “Well you aren’t getting anywhere if you don’t say anything,” Kris sang, flipping through his history book as the teacher walked past.   “Just drop it Kris.”   “No I won’t drop your issue with BAEKHYUN,” he argued, raising his voice just enough so it carried to the front of the room.   Chanyeol smacked Kris’s arm, his eyes darting to Baekhyun who shot him a quick glance over his shoulder. The smaller raised an eyebrow, giving Chanyeol a questioning look.   Chanyeol quickly waved him off, shaking his head violently. Baekhyun gave h