Kyungsoo laughs, getting out of the car with Yixing, “Seriously? But I thought you liked that guy?”   The elder shrugs, large smile in place as he grabs his backpack, “Nope. He’s handsome and all but not my type.”   “I swear you had a thing for him, hyung,” Kyungsoo comments anyways, entering in the mall with the other. He looks around, eyes widening naturally at all the stores they walk by, “It’s been a while since I’ve been to the mall.”   Yixing laughs, looking over to the younger, “Has Lu-ge been keeping you in the apartment recently?” He laughs even more when younger blushes at his implication.   Kyungsoo doesn’t mention that his older boyfriend tried to convince him of some stupid plan to get Yixing to admit to having a neck . He peeks at the elder out of the corners of his eyes, seeing how happy the other looks to be out and about and genuinely curious about some items they see while passing stores. He concludes his boyfriend is an idiot. He doesn’t know why he’s dating him in the first place.   “Let’s go into this music store, hyung!” Kyungsoo brightly says, smiling at him as he drags him into the store.   The elder smiles, nodding happily, “Okay!”   They both look around, eventually splitting off to look at different items. Yixing hums, thinking about what Baekhyun would like since he loved singing. He likes girl groups, obviously, but he could’ve sworn he liked a different specific group. He soon gets lost in his own thoughts before he hears the younger calling him over. “Hyung!”   Yixing turns, holding up a SNSD album, before putting it back down and padding his way over to the other. He raises a brow, wondering what the other was holding, “What is that, Soo?” His eyes light up when he sees the other’s pale neck, instantly sweeping down to place a gentle kiss on his neck.   Kyungsoo looks up at him mildly shocked before he laughs. “You do know hyung would hurt you if he caught you kissing my neck again, right?”   Laughing, the other shrugs, playful smile on his lips, “But it just looks so kissable.”   “You’re insane, hyung,” the younger says disbelievingly before they’re both laughing, the younger putting down the album he was holding before hearing a scream come from outside the store. Yixing looks behind him curiously, seeing Luhan, Yifan, and Junmyeon standing there. He raises a brow, “Is that Lu-ge? Hi, Yifan-ge!”   Kyungsoo’s eyes widen in surprise before he spins on his heels, eyes the trio standing there, and walks right out of the store with a happy Yixing next to him. “Hyung? What are you doing here?” In an instant, an angry appearance takes over his face as he walks forward and pokes his boyfriend’s chest, “You’re not seriously going through with this idea of yours, are you?!”   Yixing looks at him confused before looking to Junmyeon and Yifan who sigh in relief. “So, you know.”   “How many times have I told you not to meddle with other people’s personal lives, hyung?!” Kyungsoo continues on anyways with a now confused Yixing next to him, “He’s doing perfectly fine on his own and would probably prefer it if you didn’t try to figure out his es.”   “His what now? His who?” Yixing suddenly pipes up next to them, drawing wide eyes from every single one of them. He flinches when Luhan walks over to him and blows on his neck. “Ge!” He watches with a confused look on his face as Luhan grabs Kyungsoo’s hand and drags him away.   “You two are free to go.” Yixing still looks confused as Luhan says one more phrase to him. “Find somebody else to shop with.”   “But Luhan!” Kyungsoo shouts out ahead of them, “We just got here!”   The other three watch with wide eyes as Luhan shuts his boyfriend up with a kiss before dragging him away to go home. Yifan and Junmyeon sigh before turning to Yixing who’s still looking confused as ever. “Need a ride home or something?” the eldest questions, “I’m going back home to Jongdae.”   “And I’m going to call up Zitao if he wants to go somewhere that isn’t the mall,” Junmyeon mutters before taking out his phone and texting his boyfriend back about where he is currently.   Yixing sighs before shaking his head, “I drove Kyungsoo and I here.” He looks to the other two as Yifan nods as he nudges Junmyeon along.   “We’ll take that as our leave then.”   The younger pouts as he waves them away before taking out his own phone and going to his car. “Fine then.” He bites his lip in thought before sending a text out to Baekhyun. He hopes his best friend is awake already. It is his day off after all.   ---   Half an hour later, Yixing hums as he waits outside patiently for his best friend to open the door. After a minute, he pouts, starting to rap his knuckles against the door and create a beat to pass the time. His eyes widen when the door suddenly opens another minute later with Baekhyun wearing a tank and sweats with a  toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He doesn’t mention how the other’s hair looks a bit too mussed up to already have been out of bed for a few hours. Maybe he just got up.   Baekhyun mumbles something around the toothbrush before turning around to go back into his bathroom. Yixing takes it as an invitation to close the door behind him and lock it. Placing his bag down by the front door, he instantly moves to go to the kitchen so he could make some tea for the other and himself.   A few minutes later, Baekhyun comes back out and into the kitchen to see the pot on the stove. He raises a brow before looking to the man sitting at his kitchen table and subsequently tilts his head curiously. “Hyung?”   “Hmm?” the other hums back, not looking up from his phone.   A moment of silence passed. “What are you doing here?”   Yixing shrugs, finally looking up at him, “Ge took away my shopping buddy this morning.”   Giving him a look, Baekhyun moves to wait next to the stove for the pot to boil. He eyes the teabags to the side, “Did you want tea, Xing?” He knows the other always wants tea when he comes over, but he always asks anyways.   The other gives a nod, watching the younger intently, before standing up to give him a hug from behind. Baekhyun sighs, used to the odd behavior of the elder, before leaning back against him. He smiles slightly at the embrace. Yixing has told him before he likes finding him just waking up. Apparently he looks ‘adorable’ with bed hair and still in his pajamas.   “Ge asked me where I was, and I told him I was here,” Yixing explains softly, looking down at the pot as well.   The younger hums, tracing patterns on Yixing’s arms as the elder places his chin on his shoulder gently. He secretly smiles wider, knowing the other wasn’t looking at him at all.   Suddenly, they hear screeches and girly screams coming from somewhere outside the apartment. Both of their brows furrow, removing themselves from each other as they turn around to see where those noises came from. They frown, Baekhyun turning off the stove as Yixing quickly plants a kiss on the juncture of the younger’s neck and shoulder. The elder smiles at the small contact because he actually notices the younger shiver the tiniest bit at his kiss.   They swear they hear the same noises again.   A knock resonates from the front door, and they’re both severely confused as Yixing follows Baekhyun to see who’s at the door. It’s the little boy from next door, looking just as confused.   “Uh, hyung?” the child questions bewilderedly, earning a confused nod and smile from Baekhyun. He points to his back window in the living room, “There are two guys on the fire escape peeking into your room.”   Baekhyun’s eyes widen as he spins on his heel, a bit scared but instantly walking to the affected window. Yixing turns back to the child and gives him a grateful smile. “Thank you. Hyung will take care of it now.” The child continues to look at him but leaves slowly, hearing Baekhyun’s screaming.   “Are you kidding me, Jongdae?! What are you doing out there?!”   Yixing quickly closes the door, making his way for the living room to see Baekhyun dragging in his best friend by the collar and making him fall to the floor. Jongdae whines as Yifan climbs in calmly afterwards. “It’s not my fault!” the younger shouts out, curling in on himself when the other proceeds to hit and kick him.   “Why are you two being erts?! Don’t you two have each other already?!” Baekhyun turns on Yifan, punching him on the arm. “How long have you two been out there?!”   “Not long enough!” Jongdae screeches back, getting up on his feet and pointing to Yixing while still looking at his friend. “How long has this been going on?!”   Baekhyun groans, shutting his window, before moving back to the kitchen where the pot is still hopefully steaming. “What in the world are you talking about, Jongdae?”   “Was Yifan-ge the one who screamed female-like?” Yixing suddenly asks, causing Yifan to turn red and Jongdae to cheer loudly.   “Yes, in fact!”   The eldest rounds on his boyfriend, angry look on his face, “He scared me when he suddenly screeched!”   “Baekhyun!” Jongdae calls out, padding his way to the kitchen and consequently ignoring his older boyfriend, “I am informing Luhan-hyung that you are having a party!”   “I am having no such party! Today is my day off!” the other retaliates, coming out of the kitchen with a knife in hand. He glares as Jongdae backs up. “What,” he growls out, “Are you doing here?”   Yifan sighs tiredly, pulling his phone out of his pocket the same time he grabs Jongdae to hide behind him from the other murderous one. Yixing’s watching calmly between all of them as the eldest scrolls through his phone before showing it to Baekhyun. He’s somewhat used to this already. The latter’s brow furrows, reading the text from their friend.   Spy on Baekhyun. Let me know what he’s doing today ^^   Baekhyun proceeds to growl, looking to Yixing to see his confused look before threatening Jongdae around Yifan, “What is his idiotic plan this time?”   Yifan stares down at him before tilting his head back to see Jongdae cowering in fear. He sighs, going straight for the front door. “Baekhyun,” he simply calls out, ushering his boyfriend out first, “We’ll take that as our leave then.”   Yixing wonders where he’s heard that before. They stare as Jongdae whines, wanting to see more fluffy moments, before Yixing breaks the silence after they’ve disappeared behind the door.   “Can we go out, Baekhyunnie?”   Baekhyun looks back at him, not knowing how to react to the day’s events so far. And sighs. “Sure, hyung.” He doesn’t even bother with the other’s presence as he freely strips off his tank shirt on his way to his bedroom. “Why do I have idiotic friends, Xing?”   Following the other like a puppy, Yixing shrugs, “I have no idea, Baek. You chose them, didn’t you?” He smiles when he hears the other laugh before he comes out of his bedroom again. He eyes the other’s clothes in his arms. “Shower?”   “No,” Baekhyun laughs, winking at him as he walks around him to go to his bathroom, “You’re not welcomed.” He closes the door behind him only to poke his head back out and sticks his tongue out at him. “This time.”   Yixing just laughs, going back to the living room and watching TV until his best friend finishes.   ---   An hour later, Yixing and Baekhyun walk into a café and bakery with the latter complaining of his Beagle best friend. “Really? Jongdae is an idiot. How does Yifan-hyung love a troll like him?” the younger grumbles, taking a seat by the window.   Yixing chuckles, taking the seat after him, facing the entrance of the shop, “Maybe ge loves him much more than that.”   “Or that hyung has no brains at all,” Baekhyun continues before getting a waitress to come to their table. They wait until the other leaves to continue their discussion.   “Come on, Baek,” the elder laughs, touching his hand on top of the table in the process, “They’re cute, right? Really, they are.”   Baekhyun rolls his eyes, the corners of his lips slowly turning up into a small smile. He grabs onto the hand Yixing put on top of his before playing with the other’s fingers, feeling the callouses there from years of guitar. “I guess,” he mumbles softly, giving a brief look to his partner, “Only because hyung is so whipped to that troll.”   Yixing looks confused, brows rising up as he lets the younger do whatever he wants with his hand. “Whipped?” he asks, looking to the counter and seeing someone he thinks is Chanyeol scurrying back off past them with drinks in hand. He pouts lightly, dismissing the thought. “Like whipped cream?”   The younger laughs, naturally winding his fingers with the other’s as the waitress brings them their drinks, not even bothering with their laced fingers. His eyes light up when the elder st