Before the actual chappie, I’d like to thank CODE:EXO for the translations from the fanboard <3 You can find the full compilation of each member’s replies here.

“Congratulations EXO on your one year anniversary!” The MC’s voice boomed throughout the venue, adding to the cacophony of noises that our fans were making. I swear if we weren’t idols who lived off of those girls’ (and boys’) screams, we’d all be deaf by now.

“Now, each member will say something to the fans,” said the MC, handing me the microphone. I flashed my signature smile to the audience, allowing myself a grin when cheers erupted.

“This is Suho, your guardian angel~ I love you~” my smile grew wider and even though my cheeks hurt, I still smiled as the fans continued their screaming. My heart was happy as I passed the microphone along to Chanyeol, who was next in line. I kept waving slightly to the fans while smiling gently as everyone else went through their introductions. I know I should be paying attention, but I’ve heard everyone’s introductions way too many times to be able to fake interest…

“…your dragon duizhang.” I noticed that Kris had got to the end of his part so I focused back to the MC, who went and retrieved the microphone, now standing at the other side.

"Oh look, the two leaders are both at the end; but one's towering over the rest while the other is slightly shorter," teased the MC, laughter erupting throughout the venue. Suddenly, my happy self was no longer to be found. Luckily, I’ve trained myself to be able to fake a smile, flashing that charming smile that can cover up any feelings I have bubbling up inside of me. I laughed along, although I felt like I had been stabbed. To my right, Chanyeol lightly punches my arm playfully, a grin stretched across his face.

‘You're always in towering above me, looking down at me... Stop, please, I'm begging you.

Just stay away from me, all the way on the other side of ten boys standing between us would be a good place.’

I couldn’t help but think that to myself, even though I know Chanyeol didn’t really do anything. But I mean, even now, I have to crane my neck up to look at him in the face.

When the laughter had died down slightly, the MC continued with the fanmeet. At the end, there was even an assortment of different cakes from our many fanbases. I felt grateful, but there was this part of me that was still upset. Why does my height have to be mentioned EVERY single time? We distributed slices of cake to each fan, and I guess that mollified me slightly.  But I still faked a smile when we somehow ended up having a cake fight with the last cake, and I got caked by Chanyeol. Again, with his advantageous height.

After another hour of the fanmeet, we were finally back at the company (no, not at the dorms just yet) and were told to go on the fanboard to chat for a while. We all cheered (although I was a little quieter than the rest) because we hadn’t had time to chat to our fans in a while. Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and I went first (there were only three computers); Kyungsoo went to the computer that was by itself, and logged in quickly. That left the two computers facing each other for me and Chanyeol. I sat down quickly, not wanting to look at Chanyeol. Fortunately he didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong. I don’t want to make the atmosphere awkward; we were still team members after all. But with twelve members, it means that I can minimize the time spent standing beside him, I guess. We both logged on and started sifting through comments, reading and replying to as many as we could.

Okay. Seriously. I have gone through hundreds of these messages, occasionally replying to a few. But almost all the comments directed at me are talking about my height. Why? Come on! I was frustrated, but as luck would have it, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol were too busy typing away replies to question my frustration. Calm down, Suho. Let’s just reply with witty remarks, maintain your dignity. Plus, I’m sure it’s just their way of showing their love to you… Great, I’m now talking to myself. I roll my eyes at my own insanity. I start scrolling through the comments again, oh, here’s another one…

‘Oppa, if you reply to me, you’ll turn 190!’

I swear, Jongdae the troll has rubbed off onto our fans… I typed in my response,

‘Where’s my 190? HAHAHA’

That sounds okay, right? Sounds like I can take a good troll. Satisfied that I replied to one of the comments regarding height, I went on to reply to as many comments as I could with my humour ready.

‘What is oppa's favourite emoticon?

Emoticons are so digital I like "HAHAHA" HAHAHA’

‘ I don't want a hamburger. Only one thing I want is you guys. Love you, HAHA.’

‘Is this really EXO? Stay healthy 

Is there FAKE EXO? HAHAHA Also to the fans, please stay healthy and love exo~’

There. That should be enough to keep the fans happy. I made sure to express my love in EVERY message. Haha, charming cheesy right? I also felt my heart lighten up, delighted that our fans cared about us so much. It made me want to work that much harder for this comeback of ours that never seemed to arrive…

Out of nowhere, I feel a tickle on my ankle. Huh? I looked under the table, supressing a giggle when I saw Chanyeol his tongue sticking out in concentration as he focused on scribbling on my ankle using an ink pen. He looked like a cute puppy. Wait, cute? I must be going crazy. But there’s nothing wrong with thinking that my dongsaeng is cute, right? Anyways, after a few more seconds of the ticklish sensation, I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. Chanyeol looks up, and seeing that he’s caught, grins sheepishly. But he doesn’t stop. I blush at the attention, but Chanyeol’s too busy scribbling on my ankle to notice. Wait, why am I blushing… It’s not like I LIKE Park Chanyeol. Right?

Before I could think any more, I heard an exasperated voice.

“Chanyeol-hyung~ Suho-hyung~ If you’re not going to use the computer, let me talk to the fans~” Sehun was pouting cutely, swaying his body from side to side as he did aegyo. I quickly got up, letting a super excited Sehunnie plop down in front of the computer. He was typing away at lightning speed, replying at least ten times quicker than I was. But I noticed that most of it was just nonsense…

The second I got up, Chanyeol looked up at me, frowning at the disappearance of his sketchbook (my ankle…). I laughed at his expression, and I completely forgot the fact that I was jealous of his height. Right now, I could look at him without having to hurt my neck in the process, and I kind of liked it. But of course, that couldn’t last. He got up as well, allowing Baekhyun to take his place. I sighed, wishing that the illusion could have lasted a bit longer…

Chanyeol and I decided to go back to the dorm, after posing for pictures for the official messages that would be posted up later. The minute we entered the dorm, I noticed the HUMONGOUS pile of dishes waiting to be done. I groaned and Chanyeol just chuckled as he grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me to the kitchen. Once again, I found myself blushing at the contact. Why am I blushing so much when I’m around him? I felt his arms circled around me, pulling an apron over my head easily. His hands wound around my waist, tying the string in a secure knot on my stomach. I could feel my cheeks burning up even more. This feels… romantic? I gulped, feeling Chanyeol’s breath just beside my ear.

"See, hyung, it's good to be shorter than me... Then I can do this..." Chanyeol whispers, whipping me around to face him. He lifts up my chin gently, and looks straight into my eyes, his gaze like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I’ve always found it difficult to look people in the eye, it is the window to the soul and all, but now… Now, I found myself getting lost in his eyes and we inched closer, our breaths mingling. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I didn’t try to back away. Our lips were centimetres away…

BAM! The door flung open as Chanyeol and I sprung apart, our hands on our hearts. The loud chatter of our brothers filled the atmosphere which was silent just seconds ago. We hurriedly busied ourselves with the mountain of dishes in front of us, listening to their laughter.

“That was so fun!”
“Haha yeah! The fans have such a good sense of humour.”

“But they kept mentioning my height!” My ears perked up at the mention of height.

“Yeah, me too…”

“Xiumin, it’s no use being in denial, ‘who who who who who???? Me????’” someone teased playfully.

“Kyungsoo, you too! ‘I'm not 168 I am over 170 who are you come here’”

I laughed along, glad that I wasn’t the only one that fans were playing around with. I guess I should be happy with the attention.

“Chanyeol was the star of the night. A fan asks ‘How are you?’ and he replies with ‘I'm find thank you and you?’”

“And I had to justify it… They told me, ‘Kris please teach Chanyeol English. He wrote "I'm find thank you and you" in the Fanboard before this. F-I-N-D’”

“Your reply was epic though. ‘Maybe he actually means he wants to find you, because he miss you... I guess o_O he he he’. Only a genius could have come up with that so quickly.”
“Yes, thank you. I am a genius.”

Hmm. Maybe I needed to send my boys to extra English lessons… My eyes strayed to the blushing, embarrassed giant beside me, pouting at the fact that he was being teased. He looked like a cute puppy again… Wait. Snap out of it, Junmyeon!

“But Chanyeol was genius at replying to those fans’ comments too, other than that English one…”

“The reply to ‘why do you only look for MAMA? Daddy will be mad’ was pretty genius. ‘At home I always say PAPA PAPA~’”

“Haha, he tried.”

“But his ‘I like noonas, I also like same age girls, and I also like younger girls ... is it weird...?’ kind of makes him sound erted…”

I felt my heart drop in disappointment. Why? Did it have something to do with what happened just minutes ago? Wasn’t he about to kiss me? But I’m not even included in that list that he mentioned to the fans… Is he just messing with me?

I started sloshing water angrily, being rougher with the dishes causing clanks to ring in the kitchen. I couldn’t hold in my emotions anymore. But why am I angry? Am I jealous? I could feel a gaze piercing me from above but I chose to ignore him. I heard everyone shuffling away to their rooms, exhausted after a busy day, leaving me and Chanyeol alone once more. We did the dishes in silence, and I could hear the tower beside me sighing every few seconds. What did he have to be upset about? I’m the one that should be upset…

Soon enough, there was a clean row of dishes, and I started to remove my apron. But before I could get the knot untied, two large hands covered my own, swiftly undoing the knot. My breath hitched. Just like what seemed ages ago, he turned me to face him, but slowly this time.

“Hyung.” His deep voice sent vibrations through me, I was that close. “Hyung, are you mad at me? Did I do something?” His voice was softly pleading, but I didn’t dare to look up. He sighed at my unresponsiveness, and gently tilted my chin up to look at him. I tried to look away, but his grip was too strong. Once again, he moved closer, his face slowly approaching mine. “There was one thing I couldn’t say to that fan…” he whispers.

“And what’s that?” my voice came out like a whisper too, the moment was so tense.

“That the person that I don’t like, but love, is the hyung in front of me.” He softly connected our lips, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer. At first, I didn’t respond. I feel so confused…

He pulled away, hurt evident on his face.

“I’m sorry…” he apologized, turning away from me.

“Wait!” I grabbed onto his wrist, backhugging him from behind. I felt him freeze but I had to get this out.

“Uhm- Can- Can you just get down on your knees for a bit?” I stuttered. He gracefully folded his legs beneath me, going down to my level. I walked in front of him, facing him. His eyes were closed, and for some reason, it looked like he was waiting for something. I blushed. He knew… But I couldn’t back out now. This time, I gently tilted his chin up to look up at me. I moved closer, hoping that this would end well. Just as I was a few millimetres from his face, his eyes fluttered open. Instead of moving away like I thought he would, he smiled and closed the gap between us. This time, I kissed him back.

With him on his knees, I could kiss him comfortably, and neither of us felt the need to pull away. I think I could get used to this… When we finally did pull away, he stood back up to his full height and I pouted. Wonderful, the illusion is gone once again. He smirked at my expression and suddenly, I felt myself being scooped off the ground. Well, I guess it isn’t so bad being short!

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So that's Suho's chapter done! ^^ I hope you enjoyed it, so please leave your comments and thoughts :)

The Chanyeol chappie will be shorter, only because I don't want to repeat myself :P It should be up soon

I had loads of fun writing this :D The scribbling on the ankle thing is a personal experience of mine that happened this year :3 My crush was sitting beside me in one of my classes and yeah~

And those messages on the fanboard really made me crack up xD There were loads of hilarious ones but it didn't fit into the storyline, so I couldn't use them :(

Finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO WORLD'S FLOWER BOY OH SEHUN <3 Sorry you weren't in my story...