“You what?”

Baekhyun screeches, voice loud and if it isn’t for the stares that are thrown towards their table, Kyungsoo would’ve screamed too.

“So, let me get this straight. You bumped into Jongin. The Jongin, right?”

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes by Baekhyun’s always exaggerated antics. “Yes, Kim Jongin. I’ve slept with him once.” Now, the people sitting nearby is staring at them with judging eyes. Kyungsoo caught an old person giving him the ‘look’. “No– I don’t sleep around!” he supplies soon after, laughing nervously and fake a cough when he gets unnecessarily loud for his own good. Talking with Baekhyun in an open café has its downfall, apparently.

“I swear Soo, you need to update me your schedules,” Baekhyun grumbles, hands ready to snatch the latter’s phone before his own lighted up with notification. Kyungsoo barely peers into the screen before Baekhyun covers the screen with his hand.

Kyungsoo narrows his eyes suspiciously, but the person he claimed as his long lost brother brushes it off with: “Anyway, who’s your next client…” yet his pink cheeks and sudden bashful demeanor is still evident.

“Oh,” Baekhyun looks up and a gleam is present in his eyes. “He booked the whole week for you.”

“What?”

Baekhyun pouts and nods his head, a look he seem to muster now and then, a clear indication that he was nowhere close to feel sorry for his close friend. “You’re someone’s favorite now.”

“You’re kidding me,” Kyungsoo watches the screen of his phone, a booking apps that was created by the company, and it runs online with updates and notification. Kyungsoo haven’t had the time to explore the said apps, only managed to scroll his way for his next client appointment. This, however, according to his last memory of the upcoming schedules with Wu Yifan and Kim Minseok in the line are wiped out of other clients and Jongin’s name was blinking with importance — which means, this is a last-minute request.

“Why would h-he do that?”

“I don’t know, Soo,” Baekhyun shrugs, but went stern and look at him while crossing his arms around his chest. “Maybe it has something to do with…”

“Don’t say it, Baek.”

Baekhyun lips curls, evil and mischievously. “I heard something from Team One.”

“And that is…?”

“You know, I’ve been hanging out with Jonghyun quite recently.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes bulged by this, suddenly leaning forward. “So, you’ve been dating Jonghyun?”

“No, Sherlock,” the latter sighs, biting his lips in hesitation and tilt his head. He stares at Kyungsoo for a while, and soon gather his courage to say, “I’ve been prying Jonghyun for information– my specialty, and Jonghyun told me that, uhm, Jongin could be that type.”

“I thought you were pregnant,” Kyungsoo deadpans.

“Are you even listening?”

“What?”

“I swear– you’re a horrible listener. I wonder why Yeol– nevermind.” Baekhyun curses softly by his slipup and almost immediately, turning into his dramatic stance and hold his friend’s biceps with enough strength to make the man yelp.

“– Baek, what is wrong with you?”

“Jongin is Type 6.” He whispers, voice slightly quivering.

“So?”

“You– Soo, cancel the request now!”

“You’re overreacting,” Kyungsoo slyly smirk, holding his phone up and there, before Baekhyun’s eyes, he clicks ‘Accept’ and he was Jongin’s for the week. Baekhyun stares at him with horror, eyes twice the normal size and even his mouth are agape that a whole donut could fit into it. It is not a pretty sight at all. “See, no harm done.”

“You’re in deep .”

“No. You need to stop constipating and eat green veggies for all I care.”

“Soo, you’re going to regret that.”

Kyungsoo nods his head, eyebrows wiggling and winks when Baekhyun hanged his head, a clear sign of defeat.

What’s the big deal? Type 6 is not that bad, the others tends to exaggerate stuff. They’re just unpredictable, and Kyungsoo is okay with that. He’s not into generalizing people anyway, so this is interesting. He wonders what would be Jongin’s reaction against this ridiculous rumors. He can almost hear the expected boisterous laughter coming from the fine, handsome young man.

Author's note:

Inspired by my love of sleeping in odd hours, random and awkward cuddles and a cup of warm tea.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own EXO members. Original storyline/plot. Full credits to cover page (amn101 artwork). Any similarities are pure coincidence.

 

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