Their fights always seem to be sparked by a casual remark, a snide glance or maybe an accidental kick on the shin. Nothing serious of any sort, but it'd always seem to be somehow blown out of proportion, to the extent that guardian angel, Suho, had to step in most of the times before things got bloody.

Today, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol are at it again. Kyungsoo's casual, "what's up, Yeol?" was the cause of all this tension, apparently. "Are you teasing me about my height again?!" Chanyeol had shrieked, tips of his ears turning a bright pink, "what about you then, midget, should I say 'what's down' then?"

"What is wrong with you," Kyungsoo had snapped back, feeling anger erupt from his tiny form, "I never did say anything about you being an abnormal giraffe freak!"

"You just did!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"You're so sensitive!'

"Well you started it!"

Cue angry growls and in a flash, limbs were tumbling and fingers were grasping at each other's throats. Sehun who had just finished pouring himself a cup of milk in the kitchen, walked out into the living room, only to let out  a shocked whimper. The crash as glass met floor was loud enough to wake Suho from his slumber. And, it was a good thing the leader trudged out of his room, rubbing his still-sleepy eyes because Chanyeol had already pinned Kyungsoo to the ground with his thighs while the latter on the other hand had trapped the giraffe's head in a iron-hand headlock. The bruise beginning to form on Kyungsoo's right cheek and the small cut on Chanyeol's nose was enough for Suho to banish them into their respective rooms.

Their fights were always over simple, trivial matters.

Their make-ups were also always simple and short; so simple and short that it could actually be considered awkward.

Chanyeol shifted his weight from one foot to another, long body awkwardly swaying from side to side. One, two, three soft raps on the brown door , and it swung open, revealing a sulking Kyungsoo. 

"What do you want," the shorter snapped, but his bright blue PJs with yellow ducks printed all over it made him seem more adorable than menacing. It didn't help that Pororo was airing on the tv inside his room. 

"Um, I just wanted to say," Chanyeol starts, stammering a little at the beginning. But then the theme song of Pororo starts playing in the air, and the singing is so obnoxiously loud and cheery today, Chanyeol can't help but bite back his laughter because really, a 20 year old grown man watching a kid's cartoon? The second half of Chanyeol's sentence turns out more of a snicker than a genuine apology and when the door is slammed in his face, he collaspes to the floor between fits of guffaws. 

"If you're here only to poke fun at me, then go away!" a voice screamed from inside the room and Chanyeol can hear the sound of what sounds like a pillow being slammed against the wall.

The theme song of Pororo plays even louder, so loud that Chanyeol is positive that the neighbours across the street would be marching to their dorm with sticks and bats sooner or later.

"I love Pororo, and you can't stop me Park Chanyeol!"