Chapter VI - Kyungsoo's Incredibly Pitiful Bladder

A/N: Last update for today! This story is turning out a lot longer than I originally planned, aah..

Wufan could only watch in horror as Kyungsoo made a beeline for the toilet, tripped over Chanyeol’s feet, bumped his hip against the sink, loudly cursed, slowly turned around, and gawked at them on the floor.

Chanyeol disentangled himself from in between Wufan’s legs and rose to meet Kyungsoo. He placed one hand behind his back and gave an awkward wave.

“Hi,” he offered lamely.

Kyungsoo stuttered out an incomprehensible string of words. “You – Wufan hyung – b-bathroom floor… why?”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Chanyeol said dismissively.

What the hell? Wufan whipped his head to Chanyeol accusingly. Chanyeol didn't look back. He pulled himself to his feet and nearly toppled over with how quickly he jumped up. Chanyeol placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him. Wufan shrugged it off and crossed his arms instead.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like,” Wufan replied.

Chanyeol turned to meet him with a raised brow. Wufan glared back.

“Wufan hyung,” Chanyeol warned.

“Chanyeol di,” Wufan mocked.

“Look, I don’t care anymore,” Kyungsoo intervened. “Can you two take this somewhere else? I really, really need to—”

“Don’t even say it,” Wufan cut him off. “We’re going.”

Wufan intertwined his fingers with Chanyeol and pulled him into the hallway. The baozi.. He glanced longingly at the kitchen entrance before shaking his head and turning away. If we're fast, we shouldn't run into anyone. He tried to maneuver him towards his room, but Chanyeol refused to budge.

“Yah,” Wufan said. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

“Xiumin and Luhan hyung are probably in your room by now,” Chanyeol replied pointedly.

“So?” Wufan retorted.

Wufan felt a blush creep up his neck as Chanyeol’s eyes raked over his body once before meeting his flushed gaze and frowned. “Are you really going to meet them looking like that?”

“First of all,” Wufan began, “I’m not the only one going in there. Second of all, whose fault is it that my lips are swollen and there’s a growing bump on my head?”

Chanyeol looked at him sheepishly. “Whatever. We’re going into my room, though.”

“What about Baekhyun?” Wufan asked.

“He’s been sneaking out of the dorm every night to practice Hapkido with Zitao,” Chanyeol waved him off.

Wufan nodded. “Fine, let’s go.”