Tao landed on the mat with a thud.

"Amazing," Bruce Khan muttered, "You didn't stand a chance, Tao. Who taught you how to fight?" He turned to me.

"I've had various instructors." I shrugged, "It was mostly for self-defense."

I glanced at the other boys who were staring at me slack jawed from their seats on the floor, "What?"

"Awesome," Baekhyun murmured, and a few others regained their senses enough to nod in agreement.

We left the gym about an hour later, exhausted and starving.

"I want noodles," I stated, draping my towel around my neck and enjoying the way the late afternoon breeze cooled down my overworked muscles while the setting sun drenched the world in red and orange and kept me warm enough to be able to walk around in my short sleeved t-shirt.

"Noodles it is," Chanyeol replied, making a move to put his arm over my shoulder.

"Ew, don't," I flinched, "You're all sweaty." 

"You're sweaty, too!" He exclaimed.

"So why would you even want to touch me?" I grimaced.

"I always want to touch you!" He said, before realizing what he had just implied.

I stopped in my tracks just to give him a look that said get away from me you sick ert.

"No!" He yelled, "No, no, no! I didn't mean it that way!"

"ert," I murmured, and pointedly walked a few meters away from him.

"Hana!" He protested when, as he came towards me, I moved away.

He tried again and soon it turned into a full blown game of tag.

"Yixing!" I latched onto Lay, positioning him as a shield before me and Chanyeol, "That creep is harassing me," I whined.

At my words, the other nine boys turned around, looking worried and, frankly, a bit aggressive. 

"No," Chanyeol put his hands up, "I'm not-."

He was cut off by by Lay, who shook his head, "I can't believe you, trying to corrupt an innocent girl."

"Chanyeol," Tao cracked his knuckles, "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"No!" The alleged byuntae defended himself, "I did'nt do anything."

"He said," I put on an embarassed, albeit traumatized, face, "He wanted to touch me." I whispered the last part.

I held in my laughter at the outraged cries that rang out and stuck my tongue