I don't always get friendzoned, but when I do, I get benefits.

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Hyukjae sits in class, wondering who would die if one of the fans fell down.

"Hae?"

"...what?" Donghae does not look up from his work as he scribbles furiously on the paper.

"Can you help me with this question?" Hyukjae clasps both hands together pleadingly. "Please?"

"...no." 

"Aw, Hae~" Hyukjae tugs his bestfriend's arm. "Help me, pretty please?"

"No, I refuse to help you." Donghae replies flatly.

Hyukjae pouts. "Why not? We're bestfriends, and bestfriends are supposed to help each other!"

"True, " Donghae nods, and Hyukjae's gloomy face instantly lits up.

"But- "

Hyukjae's face fell again at the word. 

Donghae sneers at Hyukjae with utter contempt. "I'm not obligated to help a half-wit like you." 

Hyukjae winces at the insult. He squeezes Donghae's arm carefully, "Are you mad at me?"

"No." Donghae scoffs. "Who says I'm mad at you?"

Hyukjae blinks at the blatant lie. "You're mad at me."

"I'm not." Donghae huffs. With a deep sulk, he fights to take back the arm currently held hostage by Hyukjae. "Let go of my arm."

"Hae, " Hyukjae traps his bestfriend's arm tighter. "You're obviously mad at me."

"I told you I'm not!" Donghae shouts. Clearly, he was moody and grumpy.

"Well, I'm your bestfriend and I know you're lying, " Hyukjae points out. He swivels Donghae around to face him. "Okay, so what did I do?"

Donghae refuses to look at him.

"C'mon, " Hyukjae cups Donghae's face and turns him forcefully. "Tell me."

"I have nothing to tell you." Donghae stares at a spot on the floor stubbornly.

Hyukjae frowns. He really hates to see a sad and moping Donghae, thus he tilts his head to the side and thinks hard. As his severely lack of exercise brain came whirring to life, his fingers unconciously pinches Donghae's chubby cheeks.

"Ow!" Donghae howls in pain.