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Like Night and Day 5
Chapter 5
Of Bets and Bids
A/n: sorry for typos ^^;
Education and school were two different entities. Baekhyun liked to learn, but the establishment often distorted any desire to roll out of bed and perfect himself into the image that he liked to portray himself as. Education often required the will of one person’s own to pursue the path of learning, whereas school had obligations that weren't necessary, but were required, and Baekhyun didn’t like that all too well.
When he checked in on school the Saturday of the festival, he had arrived thirty minutes later than the actual time that everyone was strictly advised to follow. The stares and low glares of his classmates, who were all frustrated by the tasks at hand and the lack of help in preparation for their classroom café, went unacknowledged as he walked in and briefly searched for the mascot costume that Kyungsoo had ordered him to wear.
It wasn’t as though he was putting effort in his search, so when he couldn’t find it after a minute or two, Baekhyun decided to walk out of the classroom, deeming that his inability to find the stupid dress-up material was a good enough excuse to go home and be legitimately exempted from his duties. However, just as he was about to walk down the stairs to the ground floor, Kyungsoo happened to bump into him. And after a quick fight on the stairwell, which ended with Kyungsoo pushing Baekhyun’s back against the railing and over an eminent death—or serious injuries, at the very least—Baekhyun gave up and Kyungsoo ordered him to the auditorium where he had stored in the blasted costume in the storage room.
Begrudgingly, Baekhyun dragged his feet as he walked to the auditorium and ignored the glances he got from the class utilizing the place. He made his way to the storage room and started pushing useless junk aside in search for the wretched costume. Upon hearing muffled voices outside of the room, Baekhyun stopped for a moment as his ears perked in recognition of Chanyeol’s deep alto sound.
For a second, he thought about why in the world the giant basketball player was in the same vicinity as him and quickly came to the conclusion that the students he had passed on the way over to the storage room were the giant’s classmates, and they were using the auditorium for their bidding event. It was probably why the stage had been decked out in glitter and other types of decorative annoyances.
Figuring that he didn’t want to deal with Chanyeol showering attention on him and possibly letting others around them know that they were somewhat connected with one another by some strange friendship agreement, Baekhyun sighed and slipped his costume on.
He took off his pants, which were a pain since they were perfectly tight around his legs and difficult to pull out of, but Baekhyun had no other choice. He didn’t want layers and layers of clothing underneath the thick costume, so he resorted to wearing his boxers only. He only left the plain white shirt underneath his leather jacket before completing the Rilakkuma look.
Stepping outside the room while carrying his clothes, Baekhyun shuffled himself out and pushed the door open, accidentally hitting someone standing behind it. When he heard the gruff groan, he knew who he had hit even despite the fact that his vision was very limited underneath the head piece.
Immediately, Chanyeol apologized for standing at such an inconvenient place and Baekhyun couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He didn’t say anything in return. Like he always did, he carried on and left, leaving Chanyeol and his classmate in slight confusion.
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Kneeling down countless times to take photos with the children that attended wasn’t as excruciatingly painful as Baekhyun thought except for the pain from having to repeatedly bend down to get on the ground with the little ones. It was the part where he had to walk around acting cute as he handed out flyers that hurt him the most.
The only thing comforting him was the thought that although he absolutely hated the job on the inside, he appeared as though he enjoyed it on the outside, and it seemed as though the older women and mothers liked that.
After an hour or so on the job, he started walking back to the main building to change out of his shift. It was then that he noticed Chanyeol sitting on one of the benches along the way, frequently looking at his cellphone and his surroundings.
Baekhyun froze a few meters away, trying to decipher what his gut was telling him. In the end, however, he decided that it held no harm to walk over and take a seat next to the giant for a bit. He did promise him a while back that they’d spend at least some time together during the festival, and Baekhyun was counting their time sitting quietly on a random bench as “quality time”.
When he sat down, Chanyeol seemed surprised, but nonetheless, he moved a few inches off to the side to make room. With his legs together and hands on his knees, Baekhyun sat in a straight form, hoping that his demeanor would scare Chanyeol off and shorten their experience together, but the jock did not.
“Aren’t you hot under there?”
Out of a new habit with the basketball player, Baekhyun opened his mouth to respond until he figured that it wouldn’t have been the best idea in the whole world. He kept quiet instead.
“I know it’s still early morning, but the sun comes out pretty hard during this time of the year. It’s almost summer, you know,” Chanyeol smiled as he persevered onwards with the one-sided conversation. “Even I’m getting hot with all this dress up.”
Turning his head over to Chanyeol, Baekhyun noticed all the small details in Chanyeol’s appearance from his slick hair to the black and white suit with the small rose sticking out from a small pocket.
“Do I look stupid?” he jokingly laughed. “This feels so tight, but if I get at least one bid, then it should be pretty worth it right?”
Baekhyun shrugged.
Looking down at his phone again, Chanyeol quirked his lips before raising his eyes back up at the fuzzy character. “It’s almost ten-thirty. First shift’s over.”
Taking it as his leave to go, Baekhyun stood up and started to pad away and barely paused when he heard Chanyeol call from behind.
“I looked for you in the classroom, but they told me you were the one in the Rilakkuma costume. Even then, I couldn’t find you, so I’ve kind of been sitting here for a while,” he said, content with talking to Baekhyun’s back. “Come to my class’ event and bid for me.”
In an attempt to avoid answering, Baekhyun moved again, but Chanyeol rose from his seat and grabbed onto the bear’s large spherical tail from behind, holding him in place. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone.”
“It’s lunch, not a death sentence.”
With a stupid grin on his face, Chanyeol let go of the bear’s tail and gave Baekhyun a slight push forward.
“If it’s not with you, I’m not interested,” he said. “Just bid. Now, get out of that thing and hurry on over to the auditorium. It’s going to start soon.”
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Chanyeol didn’t know how he felt. One moment , he was extremely happy to see Baekhyun sitting in a seat in the third row all the way off to the side and away from where the cluster of cliques were concentrated, and then the next, the giant felt a sad sensation when Baekhyun never bid on him and ended up buying his classmate Kris.
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“Why’d you do that?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Not paying any mind to everyone in the small room bustling about as the people in charge took the name of the bid winners and recorded it all down on paper, Chanyeol managed to pull the brunet aside. He drew attention to them and Baekhyun hated how the jock was causing a scene, despite how minor it was to be pulled out of the concentrated crowd of people.
“You don’t even know him,” Chanyeol reasoned as if trying to understand Baekhyun’s thinking. “You were going to bid for me. I know it or else why would you have come here? You would’ve left school to go back home if I hadn’t asked you to be here, so why?”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, but was met with a heavy frown on the giant’s end. Letting out a breath, he heaved his shoulders. “I’d rather not wage war with others.”
Bewildered, Chanyeol cocked his head. “What?”
“First off,” Baekhyun said calmly as he lifted a finger in the air to demonstrate, “Jessica put in about ten thousand won for you. Alright, that was doable to compete with, correct? However, afterwards, what’s-her-face—Dara, I think that’s her name… She put in twenty thousand four hundred and fifty won for you. If I had gotten in on it, the price would’ve hiked by a counter bid and, really, I didn’t want to put in that much money for something like a school event.”
The expression on Chanyeol’s face told him that he wasn’t much amused with Baekhyun’s explanation as he was curious with the other part that the brunet seemed as though he was refraining from sharing. Not about to stand for secrecy, he stepped forward, entering Baekhyun’s personal bubble and creating an awkward situation for the smaller male who was beginning to feel under watch with all the eyes on them.
“What else?”
The brunet frowned as he tried to scoot back, but was met only with disappointment and the dry wall behind him. “There’s nothing else.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“It’s school hours. You need to stop—”
“It’s Saturday,” Chanyeol refuted. “You can’t use that one on me today. Maybe I’ll let that excuse slide on Monday, but it’s Saturday and I’m kind of upset that you chose to spend on Kris the exact same amount of money that you said you wouldn’t want to spend on me!”
Pressured by the wall behind him, the giant in front of him, and the watching people around him, Baekhyun groaned, closing his eyes as he rubbed his forehead. “I couldn’t bid for you because, then, how would that make me look?”
“Interested!”
Baekhyun drew his head back. “Interested? What? Did you want to stand up there and pretend that I was interested?”
Throwing his hands up in shameless game, Chanyeol gave an exasperated breath of air out. “I don’t know! Maybe! Maybe I would have liked to pretend!”
“Don’t be stupid!” Baekhyun hissed, glancing to the right. “People are watching us, Chanyeol. Calm down or I’m going to go.”
Huffing, Chanyeol put his arms down, but continued to frown. “I’m not… I’m not going to like this date.”
Baekhyun tilted his head to the side. “Then don’t go. If it’s bothersome, then don’t bother.”
“No,” Chanyeol said, stepping back and crossing his arms. “I’m not going to do that or else that would be rude.”
“Great—”
“But are you going to go on that date with Kris?” Chanyeol asked, frowning and making it obvious how opposed he was to the very idea. “I mean, it’s only lunch, right? It’s not that important. Plus, our class is only really interested in the money for the bids. No one really wants to spend an afternoon with someone they might be awkward with. Also, Kris has a boyfriend—well, not really. I know someone who likes him, and I don’t think he’ll be happy seeing him eat with you. You’d be making someone sad—actually, make that two. I’d be pretty bummed myself. Then there’s also—”
Shaking his head, Baekhyun ran a hand through his hair and tried to side step Chanyeol to avoid being pressed against the wall again. “You talk too much.”
“Only because you know I like you,” Chanyeol responded adamantly.
“And I know that,” Baekhyun said back, attempting to keep his face neutral, “which is part of the reason why I ended up passing up on you.”
“You were friendzoning me?”
Rolling his eyes at Chanyeol’s pup-like appearance, Baekhyun thinned his lips. “You’re already in the friendzone, Chanyeol. We’ve established this.”
“Well, I’m struggling to get out of it,” Chanyeol sighed.
“Then save yourself the trouble and quit struggling.”
“No.”
“Fine.” Taking in a deep breath and looking around, Baekhyun decided that he was garnering too much attention from the very girls that he had exempted himself from fighting over a stupid bid. “I’m going to go. I need to find Kyungsoo so I can check out. Have fun.”
Deciding that he wasn’t going to let the conversation end with an unanswered question in his head, Chanyeol followed after, brushing past other students just to catch up with the brunet before ultimately making a grab for his hand and stopping them mid crowd. “But what about the bid—”
Baekhyun turned his head around sharply. “Do you really think I’d eat lunch with someone like that?”
Drawing back and letting go of the brunet’s hand, Chanyeol shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s tall and pretty popular. He’s on the basketball team, too.”
“Exactly,” Baekhyun scoffed as he continued to walk once again.
“You’re giving me mixed signals!” Chanyeol cried as he walked behind. “I’m tall, I’m well-known around school, and I play basketball, but you still eat lunch with me!”
“But have I ever gone on a date with you?” Baekhyun sharply said, drawing his voice lower so that only the giant could hear. “No. The answer’s no. So, then, why would I settle for a stupid little school-function-made ‘date’ with Kris or whatever his name is? It doesn’t interest me.”
Dropping his shoulders, Chanyeol drew his lips together, staring down at the smaller male for a few seconds. “Then why did you bid on him in the end if you weren’t interested in the first place?”
Baekhyun contemplated on his answer and on his options, but knew that the enamored giant wasn’t going to let him walk out of the building without gaining some answers. As much as he would have kept his motive and reasons to himself, the way Chanyeol towered over him was just as effective in frustrating Baekhyun as the giant cornering him with the wall against his back.
Sighing, Baekhyun shrugged. “The girl who bid first has been harassing him for a year.” Before Chanyeol could ask how he could’ve known that information, the brunet went on to add, “Or so I’ve heard.”
Of Bets and Bids
A/n: sorry for typos ^^;
Education and school were two different entities. Baekhyun liked to learn, but the establishment often distorted any desire to roll out of bed and perfect himself into the image that he liked to portray himself as. Education often required the will of one person’s own to pursue the path of learning, whereas school had obligations that weren't necessary, but were required, and Baekhyun didn’t like that all too well.
When he checked in on school the Saturday of the festival, he had arrived thirty minutes later than the actual time that everyone was strictly advised to follow. The stares and low glares of his classmates, who were all frustrated by the tasks at hand and the lack of help in preparation for their classroom café, went unacknowledged as he walked in and briefly searched for the mascot costume that Kyungsoo had ordered him to wear.
It wasn’t as though he was putting effort in his search, so when he couldn’t find it after a minute or two, Baekhyun decided to walk out of the classroom, deeming that his inability to find the stupid dress-up material was a good enough excuse to go home and be legitimately exempted from his duties. However, just as he was about to walk down the stairs to the ground floor, Kyungsoo happened to bump into him. And after a quick fight on the stairwell, which ended with Kyungsoo pushing Baekhyun’s back against the railing and over an eminent death—or serious injuries, at the very least—Baekhyun gave up and Kyungsoo ordered him to the auditorium where he had stored in the blasted costume in the storage room.
Begrudgingly, Baekhyun dragged his feet as he walked to the auditorium and ignored the glances he got from the class utilizing the place. He made his way to the storage room and started pushing useless junk aside in search for the wretched costume. Upon hearing muffled voices outside of the room, Baekhyun stopped for a moment as his ears perked in recognition of Chanyeol’s deep alto sound.
For a second, he thought about why in the world the giant basketball player was in the same vicinity as him and quickly came to the conclusion that the students he had passed on the way over to the storage room were the giant’s classmates, and they were using the auditorium for their bidding event. It was probably why the stage had been decked out in glitter and other types of decorative annoyances.
Figuring that he didn’t want to deal with Chanyeol showering attention on him and possibly letting others around them know that they were somewhat connected with one another by some strange friendship agreement, Baekhyun sighed and slipped his costume on.
He took off his pants, which were a pain since they were perfectly tight around his legs and difficult to pull out of, but Baekhyun had no other choice. He didn’t want layers and layers of clothing underneath the thick costume, so he resorted to wearing his boxers only. He only left the plain white shirt underneath his leather jacket before completing the Rilakkuma look.
Stepping outside the room while carrying his clothes, Baekhyun shuffled himself out and pushed the door open, accidentally hitting someone standing behind it. When he heard the gruff groan, he knew who he had hit even despite the fact that his vision was very limited underneath the head piece.
Immediately, Chanyeol apologized for standing at such an inconvenient place and Baekhyun couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He didn’t say anything in return. Like he always did, he carried on and left, leaving Chanyeol and his classmate in slight confusion.
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Kneeling down countless times to take photos with the children that attended wasn’t as excruciatingly painful as Baekhyun thought except for the pain from having to repeatedly bend down to get on the ground with the little ones. It was the part where he had to walk around acting cute as he handed out flyers that hurt him the most.
The only thing comforting him was the thought that although he absolutely hated the job on the inside, he appeared as though he enjoyed it on the outside, and it seemed as though the older women and mothers liked that.
After an hour or so on the job, he started walking back to the main building to change out of his shift. It was then that he noticed Chanyeol sitting on one of the benches along the way, frequently looking at his cellphone and his surroundings.
Baekhyun froze a few meters away, trying to decipher what his gut was telling him. In the end, however, he decided that it held no harm to walk over and take a seat next to the giant for a bit. He did promise him a while back that they’d spend at least some time together during the festival, and Baekhyun was counting their time sitting quietly on a random bench as “quality time”.
When he sat down, Chanyeol seemed surprised, but nonetheless, he moved a few inches off to the side to make room. With his legs together and hands on his knees, Baekhyun sat in a straight form, hoping that his demeanor would scare Chanyeol off and shorten their experience together, but the jock did not.
“Aren’t you hot under there?”
Out of a new habit with the basketball player, Baekhyun opened his mouth to respond until he figured that it wouldn’t have been the best idea in the whole world. He kept quiet instead.
“I know it’s still early morning, but the sun comes out pretty hard during this time of the year. It’s almost summer, you know,” Chanyeol smiled as he persevered onwards with the one-sided conversation. “Even I’m getting hot with all this dress up.”
Turning his head over to Chanyeol, Baekhyun noticed all the small details in Chanyeol’s appearance from his slick hair to the black and white suit with the small rose sticking out from a small pocket.
“Do I look stupid?” he jokingly laughed. “This feels so tight, but if I get at least one bid, then it should be pretty worth it right?”
Baekhyun shrugged.
Looking down at his phone again, Chanyeol quirked his lips before raising his eyes back up at the fuzzy character. “It’s almost ten-thirty. First shift’s over.”
Taking it as his leave to go, Baekhyun stood up and started to pad away and barely paused when he heard Chanyeol call from behind.
“I looked for you in the classroom, but they told me you were the one in the Rilakkuma costume. Even then, I couldn’t find you, so I’ve kind of been sitting here for a while,” he said, content with talking to Baekhyun’s back. “Come to my class’ event and bid for me.”
In an attempt to avoid answering, Baekhyun moved again, but Chanyeol rose from his seat and grabbed onto the bear’s large spherical tail from behind, holding him in place. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone.”
“It’s lunch, not a death sentence.”
With a stupid grin on his face, Chanyeol let go of the bear’s tail and gave Baekhyun a slight push forward.
“If it’s not with you, I’m not interested,” he said. “Just bid. Now, get out of that thing and hurry on over to the auditorium. It’s going to start soon.”
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Chanyeol didn’t know how he felt. One moment , he was extremely happy to see Baekhyun sitting in a seat in the third row all the way off to the side and away from where the cluster of cliques were concentrated, and then the next, the giant felt a sad sensation when Baekhyun never bid on him and ended up buying his classmate Kris.
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“Why’d you do that?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Not paying any mind to everyone in the small room bustling about as the people in charge took the name of the bid winners and recorded it all down on paper, Chanyeol managed to pull the brunet aside. He drew attention to them and Baekhyun hated how the jock was causing a scene, despite how minor it was to be pulled out of the concentrated crowd of people.
“You don’t even know him,” Chanyeol reasoned as if trying to understand Baekhyun’s thinking. “You were going to bid for me. I know it or else why would you have come here? You would’ve left school to go back home if I hadn’t asked you to be here, so why?”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes, but was met with a heavy frown on the giant’s end. Letting out a breath, he heaved his shoulders. “I’d rather not wage war with others.”
Bewildered, Chanyeol cocked his head. “What?”
“First off,” Baekhyun said calmly as he lifted a finger in the air to demonstrate, “Jessica put in about ten thousand won for you. Alright, that was doable to compete with, correct? However, afterwards, what’s-her-face—Dara, I think that’s her name… She put in twenty thousand four hundred and fifty won for you. If I had gotten in on it, the price would’ve hiked by a counter bid and, really, I didn’t want to put in that much money for something like a school event.”
The expression on Chanyeol’s face told him that he wasn’t much amused with Baekhyun’s explanation as he was curious with the other part that the brunet seemed as though he was refraining from sharing. Not about to stand for secrecy, he stepped forward, entering Baekhyun’s personal bubble and creating an awkward situation for the smaller male who was beginning to feel under watch with all the eyes on them.
“What else?”
The brunet frowned as he tried to scoot back, but was met only with disappointment and the dry wall behind him. “There’s nothing else.”
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“It’s school hours. You need to stop—”
“It’s Saturday,” Chanyeol refuted. “You can’t use that one on me today. Maybe I’ll let that excuse slide on Monday, but it’s Saturday and I’m kind of upset that you chose to spend on Kris the exact same amount of money that you said you wouldn’t want to spend on me!”
Pressured by the wall behind him, the giant in front of him, and the watching people around him, Baekhyun groaned, closing his eyes as he rubbed his forehead. “I couldn’t bid for you because, then, how would that make me look?”
“Interested!”
Baekhyun drew his head back. “Interested? What? Did you want to stand up there and pretend that I was interested?”
Throwing his hands up in shameless game, Chanyeol gave an exasperated breath of air out. “I don’t know! Maybe! Maybe I would have liked to pretend!”
“Don’t be stupid!” Baekhyun hissed, glancing to the right. “People are watching us, Chanyeol. Calm down or I’m going to go.”
Huffing, Chanyeol put his arms down, but continued to frown. “I’m not… I’m not going to like this date.”
Baekhyun tilted his head to the side. “Then don’t go. If it’s bothersome, then don’t bother.”
“No,” Chanyeol said, stepping back and crossing his arms. “I’m not going to do that or else that would be rude.”
“Great—”
“But are you going to go on that date with Kris?” Chanyeol asked, frowning and making it obvious how opposed he was to the very idea. “I mean, it’s only lunch, right? It’s not that important. Plus, our class is only really interested in the money for the bids. No one really wants to spend an afternoon with someone they might be awkward with. Also, Kris has a boyfriend—well, not really. I know someone who likes him, and I don’t think he’ll be happy seeing him eat with you. You’d be making someone sad—actually, make that two. I’d be pretty bummed myself. Then there’s also—”
Shaking his head, Baekhyun ran a hand through his hair and tried to side step Chanyeol to avoid being pressed against the wall again. “You talk too much.”
“Only because you know I like you,” Chanyeol responded adamantly.
“And I know that,” Baekhyun said back, attempting to keep his face neutral, “which is part of the reason why I ended up passing up on you.”
“You were friendzoning me?”
Rolling his eyes at Chanyeol’s pup-like appearance, Baekhyun thinned his lips. “You’re already in the friendzone, Chanyeol. We’ve established this.”
“Well, I’m struggling to get out of it,” Chanyeol sighed.
“Then save yourself the trouble and quit struggling.”
“No.”
“Fine.” Taking in a deep breath and looking around, Baekhyun decided that he was garnering too much attention from the very girls that he had exempted himself from fighting over a stupid bid. “I’m going to go. I need to find Kyungsoo so I can check out. Have fun.”
Deciding that he wasn’t going to let the conversation end with an unanswered question in his head, Chanyeol followed after, brushing past other students just to catch up with the brunet before ultimately making a grab for his hand and stopping them mid crowd. “But what about the bid—”
Baekhyun turned his head around sharply. “Do you really think I’d eat lunch with someone like that?”
Drawing back and letting go of the brunet’s hand, Chanyeol shrugged. “I don’t know. He’s tall and pretty popular. He’s on the basketball team, too.”
“Exactly,” Baekhyun scoffed as he continued to walk once again.
“You’re giving me mixed signals!” Chanyeol cried as he walked behind. “I’m tall, I’m well-known around school, and I play basketball, but you still eat lunch with me!”
“But have I ever gone on a date with you?” Baekhyun sharply said, drawing his voice lower so that only the giant could hear. “No. The answer’s no. So, then, why would I settle for a stupid little school-function-made ‘date’ with Kris or whatever his name is? It doesn’t interest me.”
Dropping his shoulders, Chanyeol drew his lips together, staring down at the smaller male for a few seconds. “Then why did you bid on him in the end if you weren’t interested in the first place?”
Baekhyun contemplated on his answer and on his options, but knew that the enamored giant wasn’t going to let him walk out of the building without gaining some answers. As much as he would have kept his motive and reasons to himself, the way Chanyeol towered over him was just as effective in frustrating Baekhyun as the giant cornering him with the wall against his back.
Sighing, Baekhyun shrugged. “The girl who bid first has been harassing him for a year.” Before Chanyeol could ask how he could’ve known that information, the brunet went on to add, “Or so I’ve heard.”
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THANK YOU!
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I love mornings, when I see updates of your stories~! Thank you ♥
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waaaaahhHH~ so excited for the next chapter! Hwaiting!
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In here and in Not Intended too.. you only changed from extrovert become introvert. But still, why you're so complicated Mr.Byun?? +_+
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Chanyeol I really wish you would just kiss him already so I can sleep.
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Aish, Baekhyun is so stubborn, it'a killing me
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You're friendzoning me!
Oh my gawd. I thought we already established this, you are already in the friendzone. By the way. Thanks pup, for drawing all the unwanted attention. Thank you!