April 7th

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DKS IS ONLINE
JDAEEE IS ONLINE
PCY IS ONLINE
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JDAEEE: YEOL, SOO MEET ME @   STUDIO ONE YALL GONNA SEE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

DKS: It is 6am in case you didn't know we are sleeping

JDAEEE: a lie chanyeol is a college student his blood is red bull at this point and you are always up at 5:00am on the dot

PCY: Red Bull is gross I prefer rockstars.

JDAEEE: ksoo you're friends with a heathen

DKS: ...we've been friends for 12 years jongdae that's not new.

JDAEEE: sHUT YOUR FUCK

PCY: ^^ @ jongdae

JDAEEE:

DKS: EXCUSE ME I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THST A LONG TIME AGO YOU DECEITFUL RAT

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DKS: EXCUSE ME I TOLD YOU TO GET RID OF THST A LONG TIME AGO YOU DECEITFUL RAT

JDAEEE: I COULDNT U CRIED SO MUCH ON THAT RIDE

PCY: I am confused™

JDAEEE: Last summer we went to the lane county fair and our bby ksoo got scared on one of the rides and started to cry (it was a small ass rollercoaster hence why I use it as a meme)

PCY: aw :( THATS MEAN JONGDAE

JDAEEE: U ARE ONLY SIDING WITH HIM BC U WERE FRIENDS EITH HIM FIRST THIS IS FAVORITISM

DKS: :) i would like to think I am worth this favoritism

DKS: it is much appreciated thanks chanyeol

PCY: 'ㅅ'

  JDAEEE: u guys r gross. ANYWYAS ARE U GONNA COME SEE MY SOON TO BE HUSBAND OR NOT

PCY: Gimmie twenty 

JDAEEE: FINE BUT IF I DON'T SEE YOUR ASS IN 20 MINUTES WE'RE FIGHTING

PCY: K

DKS: K 

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"Good Morning to you, Mr. Do." Chanyeol greets, as soon as a very  sleepy Kyungsoo appears in his line of vision. he waves, Eyes crinkling up when he yawns. "Were you up late?" 

he nods, rubbing his eyes. "I fell asleep at about 4:30am."  Chanyeol frowns. "After this you should go get some sleep then." Kyungsoo shakes his head. "Grandma's cleaning day." The taller thinks for a moment as he holds the door open so Kyungsoo can walk in. "You can sleep in my room then." the 19 year old quirks an eyebrow. "I figured it would be a good idea, since i'm part of the reason why you didn't even get home till around 12." 

the younger shrugs. "If it won't bother you, then sure." He walks ahead, to Jongdae, Chanyeol soon following. 

It's been about two weeks since Chanyeol realized his feelings.  

since then nothing has changed, except for him being overly cautious of spilling the truth. For example, last night when they went and saw a movie. Out of habit,  Chanyeol ended up grabbing his hand. granted Kyungsoo didn't say anything, he still felt anxious about the entire event. 

"Okay! Now that you two are here," Jongdae pauses. "Look at the fucking waiter." He points in the general direction of a blonde guy, close to the same age as them. 

"What about that barista?" Kyungsoo asks with a yawn. "Minseok? He had to move out of state. But that guy -- he's fucking gorgeous! Best of all, He hit on me first!" Jongdae explains. "His name is Baekhyun. I got his number!" Chanyeol nods. "Nice Job." 

"Yeah Yeah can I leave yet?" Kyungsoo then asks. Jongdae shakes his head. "No. this place has some good ass crapes." he tosses menus at the two of them. Kyungsoo sighs, but reluctantly sits down next to Chanyeol, taking the seat closest to the wall. "Was dragging us over at 6am to see a hot waiter necessary?  look how tired he is..." Chanyeol mumbles. "I'm buying you guys breakfast too..." Jongdae trails off. "Fine, all is forgiven, mainly because you're right...they do have good crapes." 

Kyungsoo, unsurprisingly, doesn't eat much due to being tired. but, Chanyeol does nearly jump out of his skin when he feels 2 tiny fingers curl over his pinky and ring finger. they don't move further, they just stay there till 7:15, when Chanyeol and him leave. 

"My dorm isn't far." Chanyeol tells him, Noticing the way Kyungsoo sleepily rubs his eyes. "Junmyeon is staying with his Boyfriend for a week since neither of them have classes till the 19th." Kyungsoo nods wordlessly. Chanyeol can't help but smile softly. 

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"Here. considering you're wearing Jeans and a button up, you can borrow these." He passes over one of his sweatshirts, and a pair of Junmyeon's pj shorts he was going to throw out anyways. "The bathroom's in there. my bed's the one with the Yellow blanket. I'll just be doing Homework so if you need anything let me know." again, Kyungsoo doesn't say anything, he just moves to change. so Chanyeol slips on his headphones, preparing to seep into another world. 

Approximately 2 hours later, he finishes his work. He turns, expecting Kyungsoo to be awake, but instead sees him still sleeping peacefully, sprawled out across the twin sized mattress. His arm dangles off the bed, he's snoring softly. though his hair is short, what's on the top is tussled in multiple directions.

Chanyeol smiles widely. he looks adorable and there's no denying it.

He hopes he never truly has to say goodbye to him, cheesy as it is.

He hates goodbyes, they're far too sad.

He stirs a bit but doesn't actually wake up until an hour later.

Chanyeol walks him home, heartbeat erratic whenever his hands brush against Kyungsoo's. He feels like a dorky middle schooler with a dumb crush, despite being 20 years old.

"Um...thank you for letting me borrow this..." Kyungsoo gestures to the large grey sweatshirt he's wearing. "You--You can keep it." Chanyeol replies a bit awkwardly.

Kyungsoo, standing on the other side of the white picket fence, wraps his arms around Chanyeol's middle, hugs him tightly, and very suddenly. But he still responds even if its a bit uncomfortable due to the white wood separating them.

He smells good, like wildflowers and hazelnuts. His breathing is soft against Chanyeol's chest, his hair ticking his chin.

The older silently prays that he can't detect his racing heart, unknowing that Kyungsoo's thinking the same thing.

He let's him go a little bit later before waving goodbye and skittering inside, hiding a red face.

Chanyeol wears the same color, and smiles softly at the front door before walking away.

God, he has it bad for him.

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