"Channniiiieeeee"

Chanyeol heard baekhyuns cute voice and lifted his head from his keyboard. 'God how long was I sleeping?' He thought. Chanyeol rubbed his eyes quicker and shoved everything back to their normal places and shut off the instalment he used as if the piano keys never existed, the speakers were never moved and no music was ever being made.

From what it sounded like, Baekhyun had only just came home.

"Aigoo, stop saying that, it's weird"

And Jongin.

"Okay. Yeollieeeee" Chanyeol heard Baekhyun snigger. He could also practically hear Jongin roll his eyes. Those two.

He walked up to the door and leant on the frame. "Had a good day?"

"Yes, you should have been their yeollie! I filled up one of Kai's water bottles this morning and took it to my practise. And of course, Kkamjong came to the door to stare at his boyfriend so I pointed him out and told him to come in and covered it really well saying that he came for his water bottle that he forgot to pick up today. " Chanyeol laughed. "Im a genius aren't I?"

"Yes, definitely" the two of Them giggled together while Jongin didn't know what to say. His cheeks started to burn up. Did Baekhyun just— just say he's his—

"H-he's not—" Jongin started off quickly. Then calmed himself, trying to look casual. "He's not my b-boyfriend" because he didn't want to face this conversation anymore, Jongin stormed out and into his bedroom. 'Urgh why are they so frustrating!' Jongin shouted inside his head.

Jongin heard the giggles die down but heard Baekhyun say "he's so sensitive" while still chuckling.

After slamming the door shut he slumped to the bottom and sat on the carpet, leaning against the wood. He was glad he had a bedroom to himself. It was quieter, although he could still here the faint sound of his roommates chattering Away in the next room— especially when he wanted to sleep.

The struggles of living with Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol right?

•••

"You feeling okay?" Junmyeon questioned.

"Yeah, why?" Jongdae replied. He knew the answer though.

"You just seem... Quieter, less lively— you don't seem yourself that's all, nothing's bothering you right?" Jongdae Knew he didn't seem like he usually was and he's been feeling that was for a couple of days now. However he didn't know why. Maybe it was just one of those days , or two, where you just wake up in a weird mood, and don't really feel up to anything at all. Or maybe he was coming down with something. Since he did feel a headache coming on now.

"Oh yeah, I know, it's nothing though. Just one of those days I think" he replied again.

"Okay, make sure you tell me if it something though" ah Junmyeon. Always the mother. He was always looking after him and basically everyone he meets. Jongdae liked that about him and looked up to Junmyeon, wishing that he could be the same. But people just knew Jongdae for the jokes and pranks he pulls, which he didn't mind. Thinking about it Jongdae hadn't trolled in a while.

"Yeah don't worry I will" Jongdae smiled at him and he gave a relieved smile back.

Then, Jongdae sighed. Minseok hadn't came to walk home with them this time. Although he had only met him a couple times, jongdae sort of missed him already! The honey haired guy always seemed to be happy when he had previously seen him; that made Jongdae smile. He wished he could maybe see him more... Or at the least... Get his number...

•••

Yixing and Luhan had got home and greeted Zitao when Luhan got a text message. The minute he heard the sound of his phone, he instantly prayed that it wasn't who he thought it was. He pulled his phone out his pocket as he placed his bag down on the floor. It was him.

It was Sehun.

     <[ will you coming back to dance practise? ]

Luhan stared at the message on his phone until the screen went black again. What to do?
He shoved it back in his pocket and went into the room where his friends were. For some reason Luhan couldn't answer it at the moment, so ignore it and pretend he didn't see it.

Hours and hours past and Luhan had gradually forgotten about the message. It was only until after he had dinner with his roommates ,and left to sit on the couch, when he grabbed his phone from the table and swiped it open— not realising that Sehuns message was still on the lock screen. Therefore once he was on to his phone, his messenger had came up. 'Will you be coming back to dance practise' was on screen.

Luhan started to panic, now Sehun will know that he has read it which means... he can no longer ignore the message.

Sighing, he typed in a reply.

      [ maybe. I'm not sure ]>

After a few I minutes of waiting, Sehun texted back.

      <[ Awh, it would be a shame if you didn't come. And that was a very long reply ;) ]

'Ohmygosh' Luhan stared at the winky face. 'What is he doing? What is that supposed to— ah' Luhan took in a deep breath after realising his temperature had rised. He guessed his cheeks were bright pink. 'How had he replied so quick anyway?'

       [ yah! I had things to do and anyway I said maybe it didn't necessarily mean no ]>

       <[ okay okay I believe you. And yay! ]

There was a pause where he guessed Sehun expected him to reply back but Luhan didn't. I mean, what else was he supposed to say to that? Or did he expect him to start a new conversation? God knows.

      <[ Hyung, can I ask you a question? ]

As soon as Luhan read 'Hyung' he began to smile to himself, although he felt his cheeks going redder. However when he read the rest of it he swallowed his smile and suddenly felt nervous of what he was about to ask.

      [ Erm, yeah sure, what is it? ]>

      <[ aren't you going to join in with our dancing? I mean, isn't it boring just sitting in the same spot in the corner for hours! I would definitely find it boring it was me ]

Luhan sighed. Okay it wasn't as bad as he suspected after all.

      [ I don't know. I'm not really good at dancing like I said, and i would look like a fool compared to you lot. ]>

      <[ no you wouldn't and if you actually do want to learn it... Well I could help you... Or you can ask lay too. It's up to you ]

Okay this is where Luhan nearly held his breathe again. His heart was beating faster than usual and he was afraid of what to say. 'Oh god oh god oh god what do I say what do I say'

      [ ah, Erm sure why not. ]>

Luhan panicked. Did he say the right thing? Did he make the right choice? He didn't know whether to regret this or not.

      [ just make sure, you or any one else doesn't pick on me okay? I know I'm crap. ]>

      <[ don't worry Hyung, I won't, plus if you don't want to do it in front of everyone, stay behind after and then I can help you ]
       <[ lay Hyung can stay with you if you want ]

' Aish why does he have to be like this '

       [no it's fine, he will probably want some rest ]>

Luhan lied. Well he sort of didn't because sure Yixing would want to have a sit down at home and chill for a while but if Luhan had asked him to teach him to dance straight after his own session, he would be overcome with joy and would try and help him as long as he could. Although Yixing would love to, Luhan had the feeling he should do this alone with Sehun. As soon as he thought that, he feels—

      <[ okay Hyung ;) whatever you say ]

      [ yah shut up ]>

After that conversation had ended, the two of them moved onto another, and another, and another. They carried on talking for the rest of the night until they said they should get to bed. Luhan wished he could talk more but he couldn't. He loved the way their conversations were ongoing and hardly ever died down. Suddenly, he didn't know why he left that first message so long.

•••

Kyungsoo opened his front door and stepped inside. He took of his coating bag, placed it on the hanger and walked into the living room. Slumping down on the sofa he thought about the scarf guy. Kim Jongin was his name. He was surprised he could remember because Kyungsoo wasn't that good at remembering names unless he knew them. It's just that for some reason, that face was so rememberable. Dark Tanned skin, unlike kyungsoo's pale complexion, thick pink lips, pearly white teeth, somehow amazingly hypnotising smile, and well he could go on...

Why was he thinking like this anyway? He asked himself this question because surely it was weird for a guy to think of another guy like that. Maybe he could just be jealous, or looked up to Jongin because he was an ideal man. kyungsoo would love to look like Jongin—or at least be that height!

Kyungsoo thought back to where he was dragging Jongin back to his place by his wrists. It made him get nervous when he was around Jongin thinking that he took that the wrong way because it utterly, completely, absolutely didn't not mean a thing.... Or did it? He suddenly began to blush.
'No. No I'm not—there's nothing—no'

'I've only met him once or twice... Or maybe a few times but like I keep saying... He's friends with Bakehyun he has to be dodgey... Surely.... But he looks so ... Perfe—wait what—no'

Kyungsoo blocked all the thoughts about Jongin and carried on with what he was about to do. Which was... Well he couldn't remember! What to do!

To make himself look busy, he got up, made himself a beverage and picked up a book to read. It was a thick book he was half way through; it wasn't the most interesting one he has ever read, but it was something to take his mind of the tanned skin boy .

It took him a while to fully focus on the book.

•••

ZiTao was sat at the table watching Yixing bake something that smelt awfully good. So he just had to ask.

"Ahh Lay Hyung, what are you making? It smells so delicious" he said in amazement.

"It's just a little something for our neighbours, I'd thought I'd pop round and give them a gift, maybe you would like to come too? It would make them feel welcomed by us although he's been living here just as long as I have! "

"Oooh! I could test it for them, just to make sure you haven't poisoned them! " ziTao carried on " wait did that mean you hadn't realised he was living here until now?"

Yixing scratched his head  and laughed. " Erm maybe" zitao then joined in with the laughter.

The two of them sat talking while Yixing let Zitao eat one of the delicious little cakes he had made. Luckily for Zitao he could sneaky another into his mouth when Yixing wasn't looking. After this Yixing asked again whether Zitao wanted to come. He hesitated with an unsure look before smiling—that was a yes then.

•••

"Chan, Kai is being mean!"

"Yah! I literally just sat down!"

Within a few seconds Chanyeol came skidding Into the room. 

"What's he doing baek?"

"He's—"

"Doing nothing! Aish you two..." Jongin rolled his eyes " I can't get any peace in this house."

"Hehe you love me really" Baekhyun giggled. Chanyeol knew that he was joking but somehow felt a spark of jealously, but he continued to watch the two of them with the same expressions.

"Ha you wish" Jongin faked a laugh. " you wish."

"Ah yes course you don't, it's because you love a short little penguin called D.O." Baekhyun leaned closer to Jongin.

"P-penguin?"

Baekhyun shrugged. " it's because of his big eyes"

" oh" Jongin fell silent.

"Kyungie kyungie kyungieeee" Baekhyun whispered.

"Yah stop!" Jongin pushed Baekhyun away and looked the opposite direction.

Baekhyun pouted for a moment before returning back to his smile.
He then looked up at his giant friend and patted the space between Jongin and himself. Chanyeol grinned and slumped down in the sofa.

"Or what about an owl? Yeah. He's more like an owl."

•••

'Why was Baekhyun always teasing me?' Jongin asked himself. He would tease him back but he never thinks of good comebacks until the day after. He has thought of multiple ways to tease Baekhyun about Chanyeol and vise versa but he knew it would make the whole scene awkward— for them and for Jongin too!

He watched as Chanyeol sat down between them and noticed the big grin on chanyeols face. There it is. There it is again.

Jongin sighed. Why couldn't him and Kyungsoo be as close as Chanyeol and Baekhyun are. And how intimate aswell. However, the two of them hardly knew each other...

Which hurt.

A lot.