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  Before leaving, Chanyeol’s eyes flickered down to your wrist as if he was searching for something. He bit his lip when he didn’t see it, but sensed the next guest coming. He sighed and gave you a great big bear hug before vanishing out of sight. You were confused by his action and wondered what that was all about for a moment until the humidity began to suffocate you.    You were slightly sweating when a sudden shift in the temperature left you shivering and the sweat beads on your forehead to evaporate.    “Hot?” A mischevious voice asked.    You glanced up and met eyes with a smirking Xiumin. He was bouncing something white up and down in his hand. You missed the devious glint that twinkled in his eyes as he gazed at you.    Your eyes did a double take. “Xiumin is that...” You peered closer.    “A snowball?” He finished your question.   You raised your eyebrows in suspicion. “Why do you have a snowball? Wait a minute.... What exactly is YOUR booth?”    “Isn’t it obvious?”    You didn’t reply and stared at him with squinted eyes, making him roll his eyes in exasperation. “We’re going to spar with snowballs.” Xiumin answered.   “Huh? But the only person who can make snow balls is you...” You cocked your head to the side with a confused expression.    “Precisely.” He said before he began pelting you with snowballs. “XIUMIN!” You screeched in protest. Your first instinct was to kick him down, but of course with agility as quick as his, your plan failed. His attacks were so precise that it made impossible for you to get even an inch close to him. In the end, you hid underneath the table, but it was no use, of course. Xiumin continued to make snowballs and pelt at you like no tomorrow. You could feel your body shivering from the lowering temperature. Although your sweater was thick, you could feel the distinct cold wetness seeping through the cotton. “XIUMIN! IT’S FREAKING COLD!”   Xiumin cackled with laughter.    “I thought we were supposed to play together.” You growled at Xiumin. He shrugged innocently and formed another ball in his hands with an evil smirk. You glowered at him.    “THIS IS NOT FAIR XIUMIN!” You hissed.    “WELL... LIFES NOT FAIR~” Xiumin tantalized. You gawked at him, and remembered that your coach had said that line once. You felt another snowball landing on your back.    You glanced down and your eyes flickered to the dirt on the ground.*YOU CAN’T MESS WITH ME BAOZI!* You dug your hand into the dirt as quickly as possible and threw it in the direction that Xiumin was standing at. “TAKE THAT YOU JERK!”    A smug smile appeared on your face for a split second before it fell in horror. Your eyes rounded in shock. “Suho?!”    Suho had stepped in for his turn while Xiumin retrieved in the sky with evil fits of snickers. The moment Suho opened his mouth to greet you; he was unexpectedly greeted with a dirt ball landing in his face. He staggered back in surprise.    “Oh my god!” Your hand flew to your mouth. You quickly ran over. Your hands gently wiping off the dirt off his precious face. One of Suho’s best traits was his perfectly milky clear skin. The fact that you just threw dirt on it made you grow guilty, as if you had just tainted a million dollar jewel.    Suho chuckled good-naturedly. “It’s okay, Maiden. I’m fine,” he assured you when he heard you guiltily mumble apologies in an incoherent manner. He wrapped his hand around your wrists and brought your hands down. You blinked up at him with remorseful eyes.    “Don’t get your hands any more dirty.” He smiled warmly at you before cleaning the dirt off his face with the back of his sleeve.    “I’m so sorry! I thought you were Xiumin! I was planning to get my revenge and then you just... appeared out of no where...” You closed your mouth and hung your head.    “It’s alright, Maiden. No harm done to me.” He assured you with a soft smile. You grabbed Suho's hands and sighed guiltily, “Come on, let’s go inside and rinse your face. I don’t want your perfect skin to be ruined.”   After you helped clean Suho’s face thoroughly, you turned off the tap and held out a face towel for him. When Suho finished wiping his face, he caught sight of your frown expression in the mirror. “Why are you frowning?”   “Because... I feel guilty.” You replied. Suho hung the towel on the rack and turned to you. He placed his hands on your shoulder when he realized your sweater was wet. Suho frowned. “Why is your sweater so.... Oh.” He shook his head. “Xiumin.”   You crossed your arms with a scowl. “Yeah. Freaking Xiumin.” Suho softened.   “Come on, let’s get you changed before you get sick.” Suho said, pushing you lightly to your room. You opened your mouth to apologize to Suho, but he had shut the door. You sighed. *How can anyone be this kind after having a dirt ball being thrown in their face?*   After dumping your damp sweater in the laundry bin, you came out in a casual tee. Suho was leaning against the wall. When he saw you come out, he straightened up and he flashed you a breathtaking smile and held his hand out.   “This feels so deju vu.” You said. Suho chuckled and led you down the stairs for the second time tonight. You peeked at him. He didn’t look mad or anything which made you feel twice at fault.    “Sorry for ruining your booth moment with me.” You said once the two of you stepped out into your backyard.   Suho gave you a perplexed look. “Ruined? I don’t think it was ruined.”   You rolled your eyes with a small smile. “We didn’t even get to do anything. Half of the time you were washing your face while I just stood there feeling like a for throwing dirt in your face.”   You were about to bite your lip out of guilty habit when Suho spoke, “Don’t bite your lip, you’ll rip the skin tissue there.”    You pressed your lips in a firm line. Suho lifted his hands and cradled your face delicately between his hands. “And you didn’t ruin our booth time at all. In fact, you made it better. You just spent more than half of the time taking care of me. I think I’m pretty darn lucky for having dirt thrown at me.” He chuckled.   Your lips threatened to quirk upwards. *Suho, you are so perfect.*    The moment was ruined when the two of you heard someone stepping on leaves. You both looked at the person.   Kris came forward sheepishly. Suho turned to you. “Thank you for giving me the chance to see how it felt like to have someone take care of me.” He leaned forward and laid a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes rounded. You felt the winds circulate around the air and then he was gone.    You sighed wistfully before turning your attention to Kris with soft eyes. “Hey.”    Cautiously, he took a few steps towards you. “Hey.” He replied in that smooth tone of his. He had his arms crossed as he studied you. After a pause, he reached in his pockets and held out the handkerchief you lent to him.   For a second you didn’t realize what it was until you recognized the familiar silk pattern. “Thank you.” You chuckled and placed it back in your pockets.    “To be honest, I hate playing games.” Kris admitted. You blinked and stared at him. “So what do you have in mind?”    Kris smirked. “Something I haven’t done in a long time.”   You straightened up. “Sure... but what is it that you haven't done in a long time?”   In one swift motion, Kris had you thrown over his shoulder like a log. Your eyes widened. *WHAT IS HE DOING?!*   In a matter of seconds, the two of you were soaring high above in the dark starry sky. “HEY! I NEVER ALLOWED YOU TO USE YOUR POWERS!”    You could feel Kris shrugging. “Not like I listen to you much anyways.”   “WHAT?!” You asked, outraged. “HAVE YOU BEEN USING POWERS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!”   Kris made a face. “Hey, stop shrieking like that. You’re right next to my ear.”    You rolled your eyes. He never answers your questions. You let out a frustrated sigh. “CAN YOU AT LEAST HOLD ME LIKE A CIVILIZED PERSON? WHAT IF I FALL TO MY DEATH?!”   “Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall,” he promised, though his hold on you tightened. He soared through the sky carelessly. You had an iron grip around his neck, your eyes not daring to open in fear that you might throw up. All you could feel was the wind blowing through your hair and the strength of his arms that held you like metal bars.    “Loosen your grip on me,” Kris ordered.    “No!” You protested.    “Please?” His velvet voice came out, making it hard to say no. You sighed, half in frustration and half in fear. “Ergh, am I choking you?”   You felt him nodd. You sighed and cursed yourself mentally. You loosened your grip.    Next thing you knew, Kris released your body and threw you above the unknown sky. Terror flashed in yours eyes as you saw him do a back flip. *KRIS. WHAT. THE. HELL!?!?!?* You felt your body sail downwards while your arms flung around in the air. “KRISSSSSSSSSSSSS! YOU BASTARDDDDDDDDDD!” You cried out.    Before your body could plummet into a bloody pulp in the ground, Kris swooped through the air and caught you in his arms, bridal style. You went into hysterics, and starting slapping him in the chest. “WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T LET ME FALL! DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M SUICIDAL, KRIS?”    Kris smiled, his eyes shining