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It didn't take long for Wednesday to roll around.

It was finally the end of the day and Baekhyun was already sick of Chanyeol.

He had followed him around the whole day, sat near him in class and had joined them at their lunch table again.

Baekhyun had no idea as to how he was going to deal with Chanyeol at home.

As six period ended, Baekhyun was already cross with the current situation as he stood waiting for Chanyeol to finish speaking to their teacher.

"So you just want me to finish it for homework—and not worry about presenting it?"

"Yes, just finish it tonight and bring it in. That is perfectly fine," Ms. Choi smiled at Chanyeol. Her eyes then landed on Baekhyun standing by the door, who was fidgeting anxiously. "I see you have an appointment planned—I won't keep you waiting."

Chanyeol turned to look at Baekhyun and upon seeing his irritated face, quickly bowed, tripping as he turned, and scurried after the impatient Baekhyun.

"Baekhyun~ Baekhyun~ Baek--Bacon wait up!"

"Don't walk so slo—wait a second—did you just call me bacon?" Baekhyun demanded, rounding on the giant staggering up behind him.

"I did. And I think it fits you perfectly."

"Do I look like a piece of meat to you!?"

"Meat's tasty. So sure," Chanyeol grinned, poking Baekhyun’s nose.

"I—I—yo-" Baekhyun stuttered, his eyes bulging out of his sockets.

"Gosh I'm just kidding," Chanyeol laughed, ruffling Baekhyun’s hair, grabbing his hand, pulling him outside. "So which way is your house?"

Baekhyun, furious enough already, yanked his hand out of Chanyeol’s grasp, giving him the most murderous glare he could muster.

How dare Chanyeol grab his hand when he was fully aware of how much he disliked him? How dare that thing even think of touching him?

Without speaking another word to the younger, Baekhyun huffed proudly, pointing his nose snottily in the air before stalking away in the direction of his house. Chanyeol followed him obediently, feeling bad for making Baekhyun angry.

As they came to a stop at a crosswalk, Chanyeol tried once again at friendly conversation.

“Bacon~ why are you so quiet? I didn’t mean to make you upset or anything~” Chanyeol pouted cutely, only earning a disbelieving snort from Baekhyun.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“Bacon,” Baekhyun cried angrily, pulling out his house keys as they reached his yard gate.

“Aww, but why not?” Chanyeol whined, following Baekhyun up the front steps.

“I’m not bacon!” he seethed, unlocking the door, and holding it open for the taller.

“But it’s cute. And it fits you so well~” he cooed, pinching one of Baekhyun’s cheeks, not bothering to go inside.

“I don’t look like a piece of meat—and stop touching me!” Baekhyun snapped, hitting Chanyeol’s hands away from his face before shoving his way inside.