“Kyung? What are you doing here?”

“Chanyeol’s idea.”

Baekhyun closed the door as soon as his best friend came in, face full with confusion. “I thought he’ll pick you up–“

“He said its closer.”

“Closer?”

Kyungsoo nodded. “He had few errands to handle. I want to cancel the date but you know it’s our 300th day today.”

“Of course.” Baekhyun take his place next to Kyungsoo, who sit with both knees up on the sofa. “Do you want to drink anything?”

“Plain water would be nice.”

Baekhyun watched his best friend from the side. “Are you nervous?”

Kyungsoo nod his head as a respond. Instead of making his way to take a drink, Baekhyun lean closer and rests his head on the latter’s narrow shoulder. He looked up, glancing at Kyungsoo’s quivering lips and eyes wondering around the room.

“Let me guess, Chanyeol asked for something…” he pulled away, both hands on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Special gift, huh?”

“It’s now or never, right?”

Baekhyun bursts into a laughing fit, hands clenching his tired stomach. “Are you ing serious? Kyung– oh god this is ing funny!”

“Shut up, Baek!” the black haired male flushes but that didn’t stop Baekhyun from laughing.

“Stop acting innocent, Kyung. I know you both went to second base.”

Kyungsoo punched Baekhyun’s slender arms, his doe eyes glare over the brunette. The face of his best friend in agony made him smirked with satisfaction. “Don’t push it, Baek.”

“So it’s true? That you both made it to second base?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows, ushering the truth from him.

“No.” Baekhyun narrowed his eyes and Kyungsoo pushed the latter’s face. “Be serious, er. We didn’t do anything except making out. Well he wanted it to be more than that, but I feel rushed. What if he leaves me right after–”

“He wouldn’t do that. Because if he did…” the brunette motion his index finger across his neck. “He’s dead. No one have the privilege to hurt my favorite best friend.”

From the respond, Kyungsoo’s stiff shoulders loosened and he found he was smiling ear to ear. “Favorite best friend huh?” Baekhyun confidently said yes. “Even if I am new in the group?”

“Chanyeol’s a .”

“You’re right.” Kyungsoo chuckled. “If it wasn’t for him to confess, we wouldn’t be celebrating today. And I won’t be here right now and talking to you about my soon-to-be first time.”

“If I didn’t pushed him to confess, that big giant jerk, we wouldn’t be best friends now.”

“And I will never meet you.” Kyungsoo gave the brunette one of his best smiles. “Is it okay to sleep for a while?”

“You need all the energy for that y beast, right?” Baekhyun wiggled his brows again, lips turn into a smirk.  

Before a cushion lands on his face, Baekhyun avoid it and laughed. Kyungsoo’s face once again turn into different shades of red, but Baekhyun can’t help to observe that Kyungsoo is not in his right mind. He wondered what changes the boy’s mind. Because as far as he remembered, Kyungsoo is not the type to give in this easily. Well, Chanyeol is the best negotiator and Kyungsoo has been the latter’s main interest nowadays. Baekhyun felt a pang in his heart.

When will Chanyeol ever notice him? Not as a friend or a brother. But someone who he had feelings for? Those years of being close, and Kyungsoo only in the picture two years back. Two years and Chanyeol fell hard for him? It’s hard to admit, moreover it is hard to see someone you love, love someone else. He himself wondered, how can someone like Baekhyun is able to pretend like he’s not hurting?

If you love them, let them happy. Baekhyun lived by the motto. They’re happy and he’s in pain. They’ll plant smiles together and Baekhyun will put on a fake smile too. The irony of his hearts breaking with every sound of their laughter. Those laughter filled with happiness.

“I’m going to drop by the café. Just lock the door if you’re out.”

“Are you going to leave me here alone?” Kyungsoo jumped out of his lying position and kneels on the sofa. “Can’t you stay?”

“Key’s over there.” Baekhyun pointed a metallic object on the counter. He slipped on his jacket and went to the front door. “I have a spare key so you can give it to me tomorrow.”

“Baek–“

The slamming of the front door echoed the now empty place. Kyungsoo laid his body back on the couch, taking the cushion and hide his face with it. It was out of his control, but he found screaming against the soft fabric made him feel better.

Wearing his favorite jeans— one he almost wore every day, and a simple graphic t-shirt, he entered the café. Hugging his jacket to ease the cold breeze, he walk towards the counter. In front him, is a blonde male wearing blue designer shirt — Baekhyun knew they were branded considering he is quite a fan of brands.

Looking at the latter’s small frame, Baekhyun sighed and glance to the menu as he waited for his turn. An ice Americano would be nice, he smiled by the taste that he will soon devoured. Cold against cold, that’s how Baekhyun deal with his current stress. He wondered how long will it take for him to pretend? It would be a lie to not admit that he wanted to blurt out everything— all about his feelings. Despite that, he thought it is only rational to not ruin the friendship.

Park Chanyeol and Do Kyungsoo, both are his best friends. He wouldn’t risk breaking them up or leaving them. It might hurt for the meantime, or maybe until the end. Who knows?

“We are sorry but we cannot process your card.”

Baekhyun heard the person behind the counter. From the back, the blonde male slumped his back and held his hands both on his hips.

“He can’t possibly cancel my ing card.” The latter mumbled.

“Umm you’re holding the line?” Baekhyun rolled his eyes, only to dart it back when the person faced him. “I didn’t know–“

“Save it. I’m not a girl and don’t even think of–“

“Oh ! You’re not a girl?” the brunette tilt his head, face wearing a smirk. “But let me tell you a tip.” Baekhyun wiggled his fingers and lean close, mouth almost touching the blonde’s ears. “It would help a lot if you pretend to be one, the man behind the counter has a for a flat chested.”

Seeing that the people around them is chatting and leisurely taking their time, the blonde widened his eyes and mouth turn into a pout