Why was he staring again? Phones don't text on themselves. Jongdae eventually picked up his phone and opened the message yet again. Did he want to reply? Yes. But also no.

The question was just what was he Going to reply with?

Jongdae typed in a message.

[hey, and sure!]

'No, I can't put that. I sound too happy and enthusiastic.' So he deleted the exclamation mark.

[hey, and sure]

'Hmmm it doesn't sound right.' This's time he deleted the whole thing.

[yes what do you want?]

'Sounds mean.' Delete.

[yeah sure?]

Delete.

[no, I'm busy sorry ]

Delete.

[yeah but make it quick]

[maybe.]

[can it wait?

[yes, but I'm kinda busy right now ]

[ busy doing what you say?]

[planning important...thing so..]

[and trying to calm down my breathing patterns]

[because it seems a little unhealthy right now ]

[god that was too long]

[yes are you ok?]

[no ]

[yes]

[dont talk to me]

[no no no]

[yes please speak, I've been wanting to hear you talk for ages]

[what?]

[plus this is on text, I am definitely not going to call you]

[i want to , but I am kinda busy right now]

[why is this so difficult]

[why are you so difficult]

Jongdae scrapped all of those and just settled with one :

[yeah sure what is it?]>

Now all he had to do was wa—

PING

Maybe not.

•••

When Zitao turned round after closing the door he realised Yifan was already half way up the street, walking at a very fast pace.
He tried to stride up to him but although the two boys were about the same size, Yifan managed to maintain his pace in front of him. Zitao then jogged just to catch up him.

"Yah! Slow down will you! why do you walk so fast?"

Even when Zitao caught up with him, the boy still hadn't replied. So rude.

"Gege, what are we going to buy? I can help look for it!"

"Why do you still say GeGe? You aren't in China anymore you know" Yifan said flatly without even looking at the younger

"am I not allowed to? just because I'm not in my home country anymore, doesn't mean I still can't speak my language. " Zitao carried on since he knew Yifan wasn't going to be speaking much " plus Lay Ge likes it! Do you miss your home yet Kris ge?"

"Just stop talking"

"Is that a yes then? Because I know I do. Do you know lots of Korean?"

"I know enough.

" do you know any other languages?"

"yes but—"

"How many?"

"4 but do—"

"Ooo! What are they? "

"Do you ever shut your mouth?! Jesus. " Yifan hissed and Zitao suddenly stopped talking.

Yifan looked to his side to see a pouting Zitao. Strangely , Yifan found it actually quite cute. He didn't want to admit it but it was true.
'How can anyone find this guy intimidating?'

Yifan bombarded the thought with reasons why he isn't cute. Including: he's fricken annoying.

He has never known some one who is that clingy and irritating. Okay maybe that was a lie, he has maybe met a few girls that were worse than him— but that isn't the point!

Yifan carried on walking in silence, as did Zitao, throughout the journey there. Once reaching the grocery store, the younger rushed in excitedly. Yifan however casually strolled in while rolling his eyes. Yifan searched for the things Junmyeon had told him they needed. It was a good job he wrote the list down on his phone because he couldn't remember a single thing. Yifan blamed that on Zitao for being so annoying.

Zitao wondered around the shop before realising he couldnt see Yifan behind him. He searched round the store looking for Yifan Thinking that if he spent too long away from him, Yifan would leave him behind because of the cruel person he was.

He found him after a few minutes and skipped down The isle towards the boy. Yifan did tilt his head to look at him for a second before asking:

"What do you want?"

"What do you mean? " Zitao furrowed his eyebrows " I came to help didn't i? So it's more like what do you want? Or need.... Whichever...."

Yifan seriously wished he would stop talking because the noise was hurting his brain. Zitao carried on since he never replied.

"Is that a list?" Zitao said pointing to his phone while peeking at the items . "what else haven't you got? I'll go find them"

•••

Baekhyun left the room near enough after that. He would have stayed longer if it went the feeling of guilt that pounded inside of him. He has been thinking of ways that he could apologise to chanyeol about what he had said last night... However baekhyun kept panicking and bailing out everytime he had the chance.

He went into the living room and sat down on one of the chairs. He stared at the quilts still arranged messily on the sofa where Chanyeol had slept.

Although he had came there to try and get some peace, chanyeol appeared out of the blue, again. Chanyeol went straight to the sofa and began folding the sheets.

"Sorry" he said "you can sit here once I've put these away"

"Ah, no it's fine. I'm okay here " baekhyun replied nervously.

He watched as Chanyeol sped up trying to get everything done within a second. This only made him slower as he repeatedly messed up.

'Help him' baekhyuns mind ordered. He was about to protest but he was already standing and heading towards the taller boy.

"Here let me —" Chanyeol flinched as he said it, then turned to realised it was baekhyun who was standing so close to him. " let me help" baekhyun completed his sentence.

He took the sheet away from Chanyeol , who allowed him to do it and began folding the quilt neatly. Chanyeol stood still as he watched—  baekhyun felt his eyes on him.

'Tell him'

"Hey uh chanyeol?" Baekhyun didn't move his head as he said this, he tried to focus on what he was doing.

"Y-yeah?"

"I—are you mad at me?" But then he dropped what he was doing and completely faced Chanyeol. Chanyeol was startled that he had moved his whole body to look at him causing him to step back a little. But before Chanyoel could speak, Baekhyun resumed speaking. " I-I mean I don't mind if you are—b-but I— what I said last night... I'm sorry... It's just that—it's just that I had been waiting for you to come in for most of that night and I waited ages but you still hadn't came in so then I got up to check whether you had accidentally gone to sleep somewhere but then you came in and said you were going to get a pillow and I was like 'why a pillow' and so when I went to the living room I saw you had set up quilts and sheets and stuff for you to sleep on the couch and I got sort of sad and then I got angry—I don't even know why— but I knew that it was because of me and you thought you shouldn't sleep in the same room as me because you thought I would hate to see you or something but hey look at us now I haven't stomped out yet have I but that's not the point, the point is that whenever I do you see maybe I do think I hate you , yes I admit it, but the thing is that never lasts long anyway because I can't hate you Chanyeol and... I don't want to hate you... " baekhyun was almost panting trying to catch his breath. Chanyeol stood in shock unsure what to say or feel. Chanyeol managed a tiny smile before baekhyun carried on. "No matter which way I look at it, everything falls down to being my fault so I'm sorry. If I hadn't had sent that damn message we wouldn't be like this right now. Do you— do you maybe...Forgive me ? "

Baekhyun knew Chanyeol was a bout to speak but he had something else he could say. baekhyun thought that it would be an instant win for him and everything would go back to normal.. Ish. Well at least he thought Chanyeol would forgive him straight away. He thought.

"Bae—"

"Chanyeol you are my best friend, please. Am I forgiven?"

+++
MUST. NOT. CRY.
sorry hehe
This chapter is a bit longer yay.
But can you guess what will happen next??
;)

All aboard the feely train