No update for SYA, sorry. Life's been hectic. I'll try to make it up tomorrow, if I can. :l

Think positive! <3

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As soon as the pair steps inside the building, Baekhyun stops. "Drat. I left my stuff out there."

Chanyeol allows a genuine smile to adorn his face. "We'll worry about it later. You'll be okay." He runs a hand through the brunet's wet hair.

Baekhyun leads the giant to his favorite spot in the school—the art room. As soon as the two sit down, they both open their mouths. "Look." "I'm sorry."

"You go first," the two of them simultaneously say.

"Chanyeol." "Baekhyun."

"Argh!"

"You go first!"

"No, it's okay, you go."

"You go, it's fine."

"No, I insist."

"Fine, I'll go!" The two yell with big—and kind of stupid—grins. Chanyeol falls back in his chair with laughter as Baekhyun starts poking his ribs. "Yah! Stop that!"

"How about no?" Baekhyun smiles cheekily as his prods the giant's stomach. "Who knew that you were ticklish?" He pauses. "So who's speaking first?"

"I will, if you stop poking me!" Chanyeol's voice jumps up an octave when Baekhyun's delicate fingers find their way to his neck.

"Okay, okay." Baekhyun takes his hands away.

"Look, I'm really sorry-"

"I'm going to tell you now to stop apologizing. I get it, and I really don't care about the watercolor. It was a lost cause to begin with."

"Are you going to let me speak?" Chanyeol rubs his nape.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Anyways, l don't really know what's been wrong with me. Actually, scratch that, I do know. I let my jealousy get to me." He pulls out his phone. "I kinda want to chuck this at the wall now."

"Don't," the brunet laughs, reaching out a hand to grab Chanyeol's arm. "That thing costs a lot."

"You think?" The giant turns the device over in his hand and stuffs it back into his pocket. "Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. You?"

"Oh look at us, having a civil conversation for once," Baekhyun jokes.

"What do you mean? We have had decent conversations before."

"I'm sure we have." Baekhyun deadpans, half joking.

"Anyways. You..." The giant prompts.

"Right, I... oh please don't hate me for saying this," the brunet mutters.

"What? It can't be that bad."

"Ilikeyoualot."

"What?"

"IlikeyoualotandIdon'tknowwhyexactly."

"Woah, slow down!"

"I like you. Chanyeol, I really like you." Baekhyun shakes his head incredulously, as if he can't believe he's confessing right now of all times. Right when he's soaking wet and rumpled up.

"Really?" Chanyeol snickers.

"Don't make me say it again." Baekhyun prods Chanyeol's rib again.

"Alright, alright." Chanyeol stares at his sneakers.

"So..."

"Hm?"

"Are you going to leave me hanging?"

Chanyeol looks up. "Oh?" He presses a quick peck to Baekhyun's cheek. "Answer enough?" The giant grabs Baekhyun's hand gently and plays with the brunet's perfect fingers.

Baekhyun touches his cheek gently. "Yeah. Definitely enough."

The giant stands up, walking over to pull the brunet out of his seat as well. Baekhyun sways with the force, crashing into Chanyeol's warm chest. "Mmph!" The brunet's arms automatically circle the giant's waist.

Chanyeol chuckles, and Baekhyun can feel the vibrations from his chest as the giant leans down to kiss the top of Baekhyun's head softly. "Looks like you've fallen in love after all."

"Alright Park. Never make another pun," Baekhyun states dryly, his voice muffled by Chanyeol's sweater.

"Aw, come on!" Chanyeol whines, his—very rarely shown—playful side already coaxed out by the brunet.

The bell rings before Baekhyun can open his mouth, so the brunet settles for squeezing the giant one last time before letting go and reaching for his bag, only to realize that Chanyeol has both their bags on his shoulders.

"Yah! I can carry my own!" Baekhyun tugs at the strap of his book bag.

"Just let me. Our lockers are close by anyways." Chanyeol ruffles the pouting boy's hair and guides him out the door.

Stopping at Baekhyun's locker—it was the first one they passed—the giant drops the brunet's bag off and bids him a goodbye, running off to his own. Baekhyun spins his lock with a smile plastered on his face, opening the metal door and almost hitting himself in the face. Yikes! The brunet almost squeaks out loud, catching himself just in time. Calmly—and more consciously—he grabs his books and bounds off to homeroom, his thoughts once again finding their way to a certain red-haired giant.

And said giant also happened to be thinking about Baekhyun as he too walked into his own homeroom, already itching to see the brunet again. Talk about love-struck.

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"Mr. Park! Get your head out of the clouds!"

"Huh?" Chanyeol snaps back into reality, finding everyone's eyes on him. "Uh, thirty-seven!"

"Well, the answer was rubidium, and it's atomic number is thirty-seven... so I suppose you are correct." The science teacher presses his lips together. "Though I would like you to pay attention in class please, regardless of if you know the material or not."

"Right, right. Sorry." Chanyeol waves his hand in apology and looks at the board. He picks up his pencil and scribbles a few things down in his notebook.

The entire class stares in shock. Since when did Park Chanyeol apologize?

"Anyways, as I was saying, rubidium is an alkali metal, and is easily oxidized..." Chanyeol zones out as the teacher droned on. Some things never change. Or at least, they take time to. Rome wasn't built in a day.

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I've been working with Princessaurora2004 on a book that's set to be released in early April! Please look forward to it!

Honestly, I feel bad that only one update is coming out today... well I want to do a good job with SYA, because it means something to me personally. (I mean all of my books do, but that one's just... idk how to explain it.) I might lower SYA updates to once a week, but... eh.

I found this on Pinterest... it's too funny.

Accurate, no? :D

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