Back to Chanyeol’s present dilemma, the very existence of Baekhyun’s lips will be the death of him, honestly. He can’t help not to stare at it right now when it’s right across him, taunting him, pouting as it slurps noodles into his O-shaped mouth. Baekhyun’s face is red, his lips even more so. And when he blows at the noodles before feeding it to his mouth, Chanyeol clenches his fists under the table. He can’t look away from his best friend’s lips, can’t even blink so as not to miss a single second of what it’s doing.

But when he feels an elbow nudge him at his side, he finally takes his sight off of Baekhyun and looks to his left where Sehun is seated, smugly looking at him with an eyebrow raised and a smirk Chanyeol so badly wants to punch off his face.

“Still not considering screwing him?”

Chanyeol isn’t drinking this time, but he chokes on his own spit, or just with the air, but he’s definitely coughing and making a grab for his iced tea. Oh, Sehun, if you only know how much I want to.

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my entry for baeconandeggs 2018!!

thanks to everyone who supported me with this. most specially my beta M and my wuv Muriel for whom without these two i could never have finished this!! ><

here's the link to the original post if you wanna read on ao3