Between one and one twenty in the afternoon, Sehun is out of class and walking towards the cafeteria. Baekhyun knows this, having memorized Sehun’s schedule, and waits. Oh Sehun is tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome like a model. Those qualities all in one person hurts Baekhyun’s pride a little, so he likes to ruin the image once in a while by making him laugh until he’s squeaking and clapping like a seal or by scaring him and drawing out a shriek.

Today seems like a scary day. The sun is shining; there are no clouds except far on the horizon; and birds are throwing water out of their stone bath in the new butterfly garden. Baekhyun takes a seat on one of the pebbled benches, partly obscured by a voluminous bush, and waits.

His mind wanders as person after person passes. There’s someone on a skateboard, then a couple bikes, even two girls on rollerblades.

Then a pair of legs wearing denim with more holes than material.

Baekhyun sneaks from his spot and sets a brisk pace that narrows the gap between them. His arm closes the gap entirely.

His hand catches cheek and squeezes. Sehun usually jumps, spins away, and covers his with his hands, looking totally affronted and adorable with a brilliant blush to his cheeks.

He doesn’t this time.

The cheek tenses beneath his hand, and he hears a whiny why?!, and he pulls his hands to his belly to lace his fingers nervously.

It isn’t Sehun’s .