Baekhyun slumped down on his bed - face first, fingers grabbing the covers tightly. He kicked his legs childishly and huffed loudly, screaming inappropriate words into his pillow.

Why was Chanyeol so asdfghkafghadskf?!

I’m sorry. Asdfghkafghadskf is not a word in my dictionary.

There is no other way to describe him.

Jerkiest jerk of all jerks in Jerkland?

That’s an understatement.

Baekhyun body sagged into the bed. His muscles were tired from competing in the imaginary 200m freestyle.

He needed to get back at Chanyeol.

Baekhyun was knew he was kidding himself if he thought he could win an insult battle against Chanyeol because, let’s face it, nothing intelligent came out of Baekhyun’s mouth whenever he’s around that guy.

Okay.

That was a pretty embarrassing thing to admit. 

So Baekhyun couldn’t win in the insult/smartass department.

Nor could he even intimidate Chanyeol. Thinking about that was actually quite amusing…

Short guy trying to out-stare a tall guy.

You’re right.

That is pretty funny.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

So what could he do?

He was just waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too nice to do anything mean.

Pfft.

Yeah right.

Something evil sparked in Baekhyun’s mind.

Perfect.

Baekhyun dusted off the remaining paper from his hands and admired his handy work. He was quite pleased, but he knew for certain that he was going regret this.

A lot.

Baekhyun left his mastermind plan lying in wait as he peered over at an unpacked box sitting in the corner of the bedroom.

Ah. Chanyeol hadn’t unpacked this one yet.

…

And just because Baekhyun is just soooooooooooooooooo nice, he will do it for him.

He made his way over to the corner and rested on his knees. Tearing the masking tape off, with quite difficulty – man,  did Chanyeol go through an entire roll of tape or something? – he opened the box.

There was another box inside. This one was wooden – varnished surfaces, decorative elegant patterns etched into the lid, and shiny gold plating around the edges. Baekhyun knew he shouldn’t open it.

But then he remembered how Chanyeol had treated him the last few days…and he regretted nothing!

He lifted the lid slowly.

Oh. Here was a picture of Kris.

And another one of Sehun.

And here’s one with Luhan too.

Cool. Pictures of his frie-

Wait. Why was there a picture of Chanyeol hugging Luhan around the waist and pressing his chin into his shoulder?

And why is Chanyeol kissing Kris on the cheek in this photo with his eyes closed?!

Sehun, get your I’ll-make-you-feel-like-an-ajusshi little hands off of Chanyeol right now!

Baekhyun accidentally knocked the box off his lap and millions of pictures practically poured all over the floor.

Ah. .

Baekhyun rushed to clean them up. Grabbing handfuls and being careful no bend them, he couldn’t help but notice each single one.

Chanyeol with Luhan.

Chanyeol with Sehun.

Chanyeol with Kris.

Chanyeol with Kyungsoo?

Chanyeol with some random ugly guy with tanned ski- oh wait. That was Kai.

Baekhyun couldn’t help but notice that in each and every photo, Chanyeol’s eyes and smile lit up beautifully, as if the jerky-Chanyeol he knew didn’t even exist at all. In each of the photos, Chanyeol’s smile outshone everybody else’s’. The way he leant into them…it was almost as if Chanyeol was in lo-...

Stop.

What was that noise?

“…yeah…I’m back at the apartment.”

That was Chanyeol.

Baekhyun frantically searched around him. He stuffed the photos back into the wooden box.

Crap.

Crap.

Crap.

He kicked the cardboard box back into the corner.

“…nah I have time this weekend…”

He was coming into the bedroom!

Quick Baekhyun!

Think!

…

Okay. Off into the cupboard we go!

Baekhyun closed the doors on himself as he squished in amongst his clothes and shoes.

Not the best idea. But it was the only thing he could think off…

And why had he brought the photos with him?!

He watched through the tiny opening between the doors. Chanyeol walked into the room, talking into his mobile.

Who’s he talking to?

“…yeah he’s kinda lame I know…”

He’s talking about him. Great.

So he’s either talking to Sehun, Luhan or Kris.

“…yeah he’s quite short…”

He was talking to Kris.

Ugh that man annoyed him just as much as Chanyeol.

He didn’t even know why.

“…yeah but I can’t help it…”

Hm? Can’t help what?

Baekhyun watched as Chanyeol looked around him, and then flopped onto the bed.

His bed.

Grr. Get the disinfectant.

“…he’s kinda cute I suppose…”

Wait. Was he still talking about him?

“…but he wears way too much eyeliner and cares about his hair too much…”

Well. Excuse me.

Baekhyun pushed forward a little so he could hear some of the muffled words Chanyeol was now speaking. A sleeve of a fuzzy coat brushed again his nose.

He sniffed.

Oh no.

Oh !

Crap!

He was going to-

He was about to sn-

“AAACCCCCHHHOOOOOO!!!!”

 Baekhyun watched in horror as Chanyeol stopped talking and tiptoed towards the cupboard.

He opened the double doors and peered down at a very embarrassed, small, and squashed Baekhyun.

“Uh…hi…Chanyeol. J-just…taking a nap…”

“…in the cupboard…”

“…yep…”

“…”

Baekhyun tried to worm his way from under Chanyeol’s watchful eyes and slowly stood up, winching at his sore leg muscles. Chanyeol’s face turned to surprise as he saw what Baekhyun’s hands were holding.

“Why do you have that?”

Baekhyun searched his brain for an answer.

Please don’t fail me now.

“I uh…found it…at a garage sale and thought it looked nice…”                     

“The box?”

“…yeah?”

“Oh…I have one just like it.”

“Oh…uh…really? How c-cool…hehe”

Baekhyun realised that Chanyeol didn’t really believe him.

Dammit.

He handed Chanyeol the box nervously and Chanyeol began pushing him out of the room.

He tried to apologise, but Chanyeol’s hands on his lower back…asfhdjakfh…

When he was at the door, Baekhyun turned around.

“Chanyeol! I’m sorry!”

Chanyeol raised an eyebrow and fanned himself with his hand.

He went to switch on the ceiling fan.

Oh crap.

CHANYEOL!

WAIT!!!

He switched it onto high.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was too late.

The piles of confetti Baekhyun had placed on top of the fan suddenly swirled around the room, showering him and Chanyeol as they just stood there, too shocked to move. Chanyeol’s eyes widened at his hair became a mass of white and their room became a winter wonderland.

For once, Baekhyun was right.

He very much…regretted this.

So much for a revenge plan.

Baekhyun promised he would still get back at Chanyeol…just not with confetti.

“I-I’m sorry?” Baekhyun whispered sheepishly as Chanyeol stared at him, small pieces of paper running off his nose.

He watched Chanyeol bring the phone back up to his ear.

“Kris. I take back everything.”

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Author's note:

I agree it was high time for Baekhyun to stop taking Chanyeol's crap!

But as you know, not all things go according to plan.

Who knows, maybe Baekhyun will succeed and Chanyeol will be embarrassed.

Won't that be interesting...