Luhan is a fanboy, and Chen is his victim.

“You know you got it, YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Chen watched Changmin tilt his head back and scream, displeasure slowly making its way across his features.

“Jongdae, your face is twitching.”

As usual, he ignored Luhan, and continued watching the performance, his anger level rising with every second.

“Is he watching Mirotic again?” Xiumin whispered as he walked into the room, shooting Chen a worried glance.

Luhan nodded. “It’s kind of scary. I mean, I don’t mind, since DB5K 5ever—”

Kris poorly stifled what sounded like a giggle, only for Lay to smack his across the back of his head.

“—but anyways, it is kind of obsessive.”

“I heard that,” Chen muttered. “I can do that too.”

“Why don’t you challenge him, then?” Luhan asked, raising an eyebrow. “See who the best is?”

Chen turned to Luhan, one eyebrow raised, making a derisive sound in the back of his throat. “You’re kidding. He’s a rising god of the east. Or something like that. Whatever those psychotic fangirls say—”

“Don’t you dare insult the fandom.”

“…anyways. He’s like, one of the top sunbaes. You think I can just pull like that?” Chen sighed. “We’ll never know.”

“Yes we will. Tomorrow at four. Yunho just texted me and said he’s down for it.”

Chen just stared at Luhan as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. “You—what?”

“Yeah.” Lu