Baekhyun hangs out with Kyungsoo a lot, somehow weaseling his way into his good graces and even affections, if the compromising position on the sofa Chanyeol walks in on means anything.

He's seen Baekhyun kiss people before but not like he's trying to remove their tonsils with his tongue. Chanyeol blushes and ducks back into his room.

To salvage his fragile mentality, and to humiliate Baekhyun, like good bros do, he wets his lips and wolf-whistles and rolls his tongue in a high purr as loud as he can.

Which is pretty loud.

Kyungsoo jumps in tandem with Baekhyun, nearly throwing him to the floor.

“You almost dropped me!” Baekhyun whines.

“But I didn't. Don't be such a baby.”

Chanyeol wails like an infant.

“Shut up, Chanyeol, you jerk!” Baekhyun shrieks.

The bird's response is a delighted laugh. He can just imagine the beet redness of Baekhyun's cheeks and fully expects him to charge into Chanyeol's room to try and pluck out his feathers in retaliation.

But he doesn't.

Instead, Chanyeol spies him sitting stiffly beside Kyungsoo, slowly relaxing into a side hug. It's similar to how Chanyeol would calm him down; Baekhyun sometimes needs to be held and have the stress squeezed out of him.

“Maybe you should bring Yixing sometime. His mellowness could rub off on Chanyeol.”