Baekhyun and I are in his car, on the drive back to his apartment. There's traffic, considering the time of evening, so I sigh and put my feet up on the dashboard. Baekhyun places his hand on my thigh and gently pulls them back down, "It's dangerous, baby. Keep them down." I pout at him and he simply tuts, keeping his hand on my thigh to make sure I don't move them up again. 

"You're boring." 

"You won't be saying that if we crash and your legs snap in half." 

"We're not moving. We can't crash," I retort and he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes to end the conversation there. I laugh at his response, but keep my feet on the bottom of the car anyway. A familiar tune plays on the radio and I hum quietly along to the song. Baekhyun, upon hearing me singing along, turns the radio up for me. It seems like he knows the song, too, because he also sings along to the other persons part. 

"You know, you're not bad at singing," he tells me, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he watches forward to wait to see if we can move further anymore. 

"Really?" I ask him, surprise in my voice. "My parents tell me to shut up and that I sound like a dying cat."

"Well, not bad doesn't necessarily constitute to being good," he counters and I pointedly glare at him. 

"Sorry, forgot you were Beyonce." He lets out a loud laugh at my response, shaking his head as he changes the gear so we can start up again. We don't move far though, as we stop almost thirty seconds later. 

"Keep singing. It was nice," he requests and I flush, but he once again places his hand on my thigh and softly rubs, as if to reassure me. Quietly, this time, I sing along to the indie song playing and Baekhyun listens on, eyes twinkling. Once I have finished, he doesn't saying anything but rubs his hand against my skin.

"What did you think of Chanyeol?" he questions, thankfully changing the conversation to avoid my embarrassment. 

"He's very..." I begin, "Boisterous?"

"You don't like that?" he questions, glancing at me as he drums his fingers against my skin. 

"It's just different from what I'm used too, I guess."

"I used to be a lot like him," Baekhyun hums. "Not anymore. I mean, sometimes. But most of the time I'm too busy and too tired to keep it up so he's loud for the both of us."

"Sehun thought he was cute, you know," I tell the older male and he looks at me, shock evident on his face. 

"You didn't mention he was gay!"

"Is that a problem?" I frown at Baekhyun, narrowing my eyes at him. I don't know what I would do if he says it is, but it wouldn't be nice. 

"No, baby, of course it isn't," he flusters when he sees the hurt on my face, "Chanyeol has a girlfriend, though."

"I told him," I muse, "He said he was just appreciating," I snicker and Baekhyun chuckles. The traffic moves on again, and Baekhyun removes his hand to concentrate on his driving. The rest of the drive home, I hum along to the radio, Baekhyun chiming in sometimes.

“Baekhyun, I don’t know the answer! Just tell me!” I exclaim, trying to pull the flashcard out of his hand so I can look at it. We’ve been studying key terms for an while now and things aren’t going so well for me. It’s not Baekhyun distracting me - in fact, he’s taking his position as my new tutor very seriously and I have to commend him for it, but it’s that I simply at the topic we’re trying to study. He laughs at my frustration, pulling his hand back so it’s out of my reach. He can tell I’m getting annoyed at my apparent lack of knowledge.

“Doll, you’ve told me the definition for acquittal already. Just breathe and think. You’ll get there.”

I glare at him trying to act like a peaceful mediator but do as he says regardless. I clo