4.      Counterattack his iness with your own

Styling Wax – check
Black thick coat – check
-choking pants – check
 

Chanyeol takes a moment to study his towering figure in the mirror. He his lips like how Jongin will do it (he watched his videos 67 times mind you) and grins, contented with himself. Now who wouldn’t fall for someone like him? He’s got long limbs which is exactly not as lanky as Sehun’s but not buffy like a wrestler either. He’s got muscles in all the right places and he has clear and smooth skin. Plus, he’s got white teeth. Yep. Don’t forget the blinding white teeth.

He exits his room with so much confidence, feeling like a walking god all of a sudden. Why he’s all dressed up? He has no idea why, all he knows is that he’s out there to seduce girls—err, guy—one single guy.

He hears Jongin and Kyungsoo’s shared bedroom door creak open, revealing a sleepy Jongin, trudging towards the kitchen. He rubs his eyes out of sleep and blinks at the giant. Chanyeol, obviously happy with his presence, takes a step forward, pulling up his ‘alluring’ smile. Jongin is the god of y, so a praise from him will surely be a good sign. The younger male blinks again, rubbing his eyes with his fists more forcefully, wondering if he’s dreaming. What the is Chanyeol doing in a suit like the one he wore in the teaser of ‘My Lady’?

“Hyung what the are you wearing?” he frowns, tugging on the coat and cringing a little. It does not suit Chanyeol, so to speak

Chanyeol takes this moment to flip his head and put the heel of his palm on his forehead, looking at Jongin with sleepy eyes. “Don’t you think I look hot?”

For a while, Jongin just blinks, mind still sleepy and slow to boot. But then everything starts to sink in and he starts cackling, clutching his stomach as he points at Chanyeol hysterically. “Stupid!” he wheezes in between laughter, unable to form any coherent word.

Chanyeol frowns, glaring holes at the top of the dancer’s head. “Yah! You’re just jealous that someone can actually be hotter than you.” He accuses, mussing up his hair a bit for y effect. Jongin just got out of bed and his messy hair seems so...y. Chanyeol isn’t going to voice out that fact.

Jongin shakes his head, more amused than ever. “No really, hyung. You look ridiculous.” He tries to keep a straight face to get his point across. Alas, it’s a lost cause because—