"Baekhyun, you have some explaining to do." Kyungsoo glances at the brunet, who's arm was around Chanyeol and head half-resting on the giant's shoulder.

"What is there to explain? We're together, and that's all there is to it," Chanyeol fills in, giving his brunet a little squeeze.

"Exactly Kyung, ChanBaek is real." Jongin's voice startles the three of them.

Four eyeballs round on the sun kissed male and two mouths open simultaneously. "What in tarnation is a ChanBaek?"

"Or you could call it BaekYeol," Kyungsoo supplies.

"A what?"

"Or a ChanHyun. Also, don't forget YeolHyun." Sehun pops out of seemingly thin air.

"What in the world? You two are spouting nonsense." Chanyeol shakes his head.

"Chanyeol!? Have you not checked you phone since you posted on Instagram or something? The comments were blowing up!"

"They still are blowing up," Jongin muses, his phone out.

Truth is, Chanyeol has in fact not checked his phone since that afternoon. All his time and attention had been on Baekhyun and Baekhyun only. But now, he pulls out his phone and checks Instagram for the first time in about twenty hours.

And indeed, Sehun and Jongin were correct. People were freaking out, the comments rolling by so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up. He does spot some interesting hashtags, the ones that his friends had mentioned. ChanBaek and BaekYeol were by far the most common.

He searches up ChanBaek in the platform's search and a lot of edits and drawings come up. All of them were of him and his petite boyfriend, who was currently nuzzling into his side, looking over Chanyeol's shoulder. "So that's what a ChanBaek is. A ship name." Baekhyun rests his forehead on Chanyeol shoulder, laughing uncontrollably. "Why did I take so long to realize my own name?"

The giant is still confused, until Sehun gives up with a sigh and tells him, "Look, even your boyfriend gets it. It's a ship name! Chanyeol. Baekhyun. Do you get it now?"

Chanyeol slowly clicks off his phone and puts it away, eyes darting from side to side in thought. Suddenly, his head jerks up. "Oh. Oh."

"Yeah."

Baekhyun's still laughing, his blissfulness fueled by Chanyeol's blank expression. "Yeol! Why did that take so-"

"Don't even start." Chanyeol shushes his brunet and wraps an arm around him. "I had a mind blank."

"You think?" Baekhyun's still laughing, tears of mirth gathering at the corners of his eyes. "Oh man, that is funnier than it should be."

"It is." Jongin and Kyungsoo are also laughing, and Sehun has disappeared to somewhere, probably looking for his boyfriend. They're interrupted by the ridiculously loud bell, and the four of them scramble up the stairs and head for their lockers.

It's only when Chanyeol steps foot into home room that he realizes it's now second semester, and his classes have changed. Luckily, he had prepared earlier, and his stuff was in his locker. The giant quickly runs back out and grabs his gym bag, then dashes back in. He pulls out his phone and texts his boyfriend, wanting to see what classes he had.

Five minutes go by, and Baekhyun doesn't answer. The giant rolls his eyes internally, knowing that his boyfriend's  phone was probably on silent. He heads to gym at the sound of the bell, not wanting to be late.

He changes into a pair of basketball shorts and a tee shirt, then walks out of the locker room after stowing his stuff away. As soon as he opens the locker room door, he's hit with a wall of chemicals, courtesy to the girls in his class. This is disgusting. How do they live?

The giant spits out air, running down the hallway and into the gym. He runs into a short boy in his hurry, and Chanyeol hastily apologizes.

"I'm so sorry, are you oka-? Mmph!" Chanyeol is cut off as he's smothered in a hug. The arms are familiar, and the way they mold perfectly into Chanyeol's sides makes the giant grin. "Baek, let go!"

But the brunet doesn't let go, even though he's drawing a lot of attention, squeals and gags alike. "Hey." He links his delicate fingers together behind the giant's back.

"Hi. I had no clue that you were in my gym class. You didn't respond to my texts." Chanyeol begins to stroke Baekhyun's hair when it's apparent that he isn't going to be able to pry the brunet's arms off him. And honestly, he doesn't want to.

"My phone's always on silent in the morning. You know that."

"Still."

Click! Click! Click!

Chanyeol whips around and glares at his classmates. "What is this? A photoshoot?"

Click! Click! Click!

"I'd suggest you all put your phones away before you don't have the ability to do so."

Most of them hastily comply, no one wants to cross paths with an enraged person that has the power to ruin your reputation, though whether or not he'd actually do that now is questionable.

Click!

Chanyeol glares at the perpetrator, and Baekhyun grips the hem of his shirt as a warning. "Don't. She's not worth the trouble."

"She may not be, but you are." The giant takes Baekhyun's face out of his shirt. The brunet finally unlinks his fingers and lets his boyfriend breath.

"You're sweet. I never would have thought."

"Yes I am, and-" Chanyeol's cut off as a stray basketball comes flying at them. He grabs it before Baekhyun can get hit, and puts it up easily in the basket hanging above and to the right of them. "We really should move."

But Baekhyun already ran off, and the giant spots him jogging to the end of a game of knockout that was about to begin. Chanyeol runs over, his loud climbs alerting Baekhyun of his presence.

"Oh come on! Why do you have to be behind me? I'm going to lose during the first round!"

"It's a free throw, Baek. It doesn't require a whole ton of skill. You could get lucky."

"I doubt it."

"You study spheres and how to make things look real and proportionate all the time, it can't be that foreign."

"Wanna bet?" Baekhyun seems uncertain.

"You know I'm right. Stop trying to say otherwise. I know you better than you think." Chanyeol ruffles Baekhyun's hair.

"I'm glad you do."

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I'm bad at time management. :')

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