“Yifan, man the up.”

    “I am tough and suave?”

    “You are tough and suave. Go get him tiger.”

    Yifan straightens his school uniform’s tie and walks with what looks like a limp toward Yixing. Sehun grimaces but watches as the taller boy taps the younger one’s shoulder. He’s stuttering and red, and Sehun wants to bash his head against the water fountain. Tough and suave, he texts Yifan, who checks his phone with a blush on his cheek. One can only hope that it disappears, and he finally grows a pair. 

    Sehun edges closer.

    “-o you wanna go out with me?”

    Holding his bated breath, the Korean waits.

    “Er, thanks for asking.”

    Answer you ditzy piece or unicorn . 

    “I don’t have any bad feelings for you, but let’s stay friends okay?”

    “S-sure.”

    This time, Sehun does throw his head against the fountain.