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“The thing is... I love you.”

“No, no! Too cheesy.”

“Baekhyun, I think I’m in love with you.”

“Baekhyun, what would you say if I said...”

Chanyeol shakes his head in frustration, stomping the floor with a foot.

“How am I supposed to tell him? Heck, I don’t even know if he’s gay. What if it disgusts him, huh? Urghhhh.”

A long, drawn out groan issues from Chanyeol’s lips, and he collapses into a nearby couch, looking despairingly at the bouquet of flowers on the table. The bouquet of flowers looks back at him unsympathetically.

“Fat lot of help you are,” he mumbles, dropping his head into his hands. “Okay, Chanyeol. You can do it. Just stand up, go find Baek, and when you find him...”

Chanyeol stands up and faces the door, pretending it’s the real thing.

“Okay, now hold out the roses, and say: I’m in love with you, Baekhyun. Will you go out with me?”

He nods, satisfied. That sounds okay.

Just then, the door swings slowly open, revealing a gaping Baekhyun, who looks surprised but thrilled.

“Ch-chanyeol? What did you just say?”

Oh, .

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