Luhan sighed as he stirred his drink with a small spoon. He blew on it for a few seconds, trying to cool the surface of the liquid enough to be able to take a sip from it, which he did. His eyes moved to the living room before his body made the journey over.
Once he got there, he nodded his head to the male lying on his couch. “Yah, when are you going home?” he asked in a scolding tone.
Sehun groaned, but sat up, ruffling his hair as his fingers ran through it. “I don’t want to leave,” he muttered.
Luhan set his drink on the coffee table. “You have to go back to school, Sehun. Damn it, quit taking school for granted,” Luhan said, giving Sehun a slightly angry look.
“But I’m already clear for graduation,” Sehun replied.
“I’m pretty sure if you don’t go to the last two months of school, they’re not going to let you graduate,” Luhan reasoned. He sighed as he lightly slapped Sehun’s head.
Sehun swayed his head to the right to playfully play along with Luhan’s hit. “My parents can just pull some strings.”
Luhan frowned down on him. “Sehun, some people would kill for what you’re throwing away, okay? Fuck, you know what I had to do just to get here. You know.”
Sehun silently looked up at Luhan as seconds ticked away. Then he moved both of his hands to take hold of Luhan’s. He pulled Luhan closer to him. “Okay, I’m sorry.”
“Hn.” Luhan set a knee on the couch, setting his legs on either side of Sehun. With their fingers intertwined, Luhan set himself down. “Really, though. Go home.”
Sehun quirked his brows and said, “But I want to stay here.”
“I know you do, but you gotta go back to school, you brat,” Luhan mumbled as he leaned in.
“Fine, but I can come back whenever I want.”
“You can come when you don’t have school, homework, projects, or anything important that’s school related.”
Sehun frowned at the tight conditions as Luhan brushed his face against his cheeks. “So basically never until graduation.”
“Fucking hell, Luhan,” Sehun complained. He untwined a hand from Luhan’s and pulled Luhan down for a kiss. “I’m coming back on the weekends. If I have shit to do, then I’ll just bring it over.”
Luhan smiled against Sehun’s lips. “Sounds good,” he said before initiating another kiss.
They went at it for a few minutes, touching each other with their hands. Eventually, near the end of it, Sehun had placed his hands on Luhan’s ass, groping and kneading it. They only broke apart when Xiumin walked in from the bedroom hall and cried.
“Damn it, you two! I watch my shows on that couch!”
Sehun presumed to having his poker face on. “Yah, leave why don’t you? That or stay in your room.”
Xiumin grumbled something under his breath. “Why is the kid who doesn’t live here telling me what to do?”
Luhan looked at Sehun. “Yeah. Why is that?”
Sehun scoffed. “Because I can.” His eyes went back to Xiumin and finish what he started. “But, really, though. I think it’d be better if you just left the apartment for a while.”
“Hey,” Luhan said, punching Sehun on the shoulders. “You can’t just kick my boyfriend out.”
At the word, Sehun’s look at Xiumin turned into a glare. “Who’s your boyfriend?”
Xiumin sighed and crossed his arms when he saw the death stare being thrown at him. “Luhan, you should stop calling me that. That kid of yours is going to come in my room one night and kill me.”
“Damn fucking right, fat cheeks,” Sehun mumbled, using one of the many names that Luhan often called Xiumin around the apartment that he caught on to.
One day, during lunch, it happened again and Chanyeol didn’t like it. He couldn’t find Baekhyun. He wasn’t sitting with Kyungsoo, Tao, Suho, and Lay. This struck Chanyeol as odd.
Kris and Kai were with him all the way from their classroom up to the point when they were passing by the lockers. Chanyeol turned around expecting to see the two of them following behind him, but when he looked, there was nothing, but air.
The disappearance of the three irked Chanyeol. He remembered—specifically—telling Baekhyun to involve him the next time anyone wanted him to join them for lunch. Chanyeol wanted to be there, but at the moment, Chanyeol was solo once again. He simply refused to sit with Baekhyun’s friends again—not that he had any problem with them, except maybe for Lay, but even Lay was beginning to ease.
Chanyeol contemplated about what he should do. He wanted to go look for them, but hell, they were probably off campus then. Even if he was to go look for them, there was a fat chance he’d find them. He was left wondering what the hell was up with that three.
Later, ten minutes into break, Chanyeol found himself sitting in his classroom with only the company of a few die-hard honor roll kids who were busy having a lunch break study session. Chanyeol was sitting in his desk, wondering where the three of them all went, when he decided to take his phone out and text.
Baekhyun, where are you?
Chanyeol waited for an answer, but as he expected, Baekhyun didn’t answer. Instead of bantering his unresponsive boyfriend with texts, Chanyeol decided to lean off and text the other two assholes that were M.I.A.
Kai, where the hell did you and Kris go?
Unlike Baekhyun, Kai actually answered.
We decided last minute to ditch you and to go have lunch with someone else.
What the fuck. Who? Baekhyun?
I can’t talk right now. I’m eating.
Before Chanyeol could even type up a reply, Kai sent him an additional message. Chanyeol opened it and saw that it was a picture message.
In the photo, there were two hands holding a bento box up to the camera. Chanyeol figured that the person who took the photo was Kai, himself. As for the hands, Chanyeol thought that they belonged to Kris at first until he realized that the hands weren’t large. Then, after seeing a very simple trait, it dawned on Chanyeol who the hands belonged to. The mole on the left thumb gave it away; Baekhyun.
“You’ve got balls pulling us aside, Byun,” Kai laughed as he put his phone away. “And tempting us with food, too.”
At Kai eyed the lunch that Baekhyun had prepared and was beginning to set, Kris looked around at their surroundings. “Never been up here before,” he muttered.
“Rooftop virgin,” Kai commented.
Kris rolled his eyes and accepted the box Baekhyun was holding for him. “Thanks.”
When everything was settled and they were all halfway through eating, Kai was the one who piped up. “So why’d you bribe us with food, Baek?” Kai asked. “Did you cheat on Yeol or something? Did you—”
Kris kicked Kai. “Shut up.” Then he turned his eyes to Baekhyun, looking him up and down. “Doesn’t have the backbone to cheat on someone like Yeol…”
Baekhyun pursed his lips. Thanks, he wanted to sarcastically say, but didn’t. “I actually wanted to talk to you guys about, um, Chanyeol’s parents.”
This caused both Kai and Kris to raise their brows. “Okay,” Kris said. “Why?”
Baekhyun set down his empty box on the ground and shrugged. “I’m going over to Chanyeol’s house on Friday to meet his parents,” he mumbled. “That’s why.”
“Oh,” Kai drawled. “You don’t really have anything to worry about. They won’t rip your head off. They’re okay.”
“Well, yeah,” Baekhyun said. “Of course you’d think they’re okay. They probably knew you since pre-puberty.”
Kris and Kai looked at each other. “Yeah,” they said in unison.
“Do you know how they are with, um, people that Chanyeol dates?”
Kai blinked. “Yah, didn’t we say that Chanyeol doesn’t really have relationships that last long enough for Kris and I to intervene in? I doubt that they’ve met any of his past partners.”
Partners…The word rang in Baekhyun’s ears. “Do they know about his…flings?”
Kris sighed. “Baek, why don’t you just ask Yeol all these questions?”
Baekhyun shook his head. “I don’t want to appear scared or nervous around that guy.”
“You really are stubborn,” Kris grumbled. “How does he put up with you?”
“I wonder the same thing every day,” Baekhyun responded. “Anyways, do they?”
Kai nodded. “I’m pretty sure they do. The servants at his house probably report back to them everything that Chanyeol does.”
“So there’s a really big possibility that they’re not going to take you seriously,” Kris pointed out. “They’re probably going to think that you’ll be out of the picture in like a few days maybe.”
“You’re such a positive person, Kris,” Baekhyun said, faking a smile. “You really do brighten up anyone’s day.” Then he turned to Kai, who just finished the last of his box’s contents. “What do you say?”
Kai shrugged. “I agree with Kris, actually. The standards were set pretty high for Yeol since Yoona, but—”
“Oh…” The word escaped Kai’s lips and Kris glanced at his friend. “Well, okay, okay. See, here, Chanyeol did have one relationship that was serious like the one you guys have now. I don’t know whether or not it was serious as in sex serious, but I’m pretty sure they did some things, y—”
“—Kai, shut up,” Kris intervened, much to Baekhyun’s thanks. “I don’t think he wants to know about his boyfriend’s sex life with his ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh, sorry,” Kai said. “Anyways, yeah, they dated from the beginning of our first year in high school, but then they broke up right about midterms during our second year.”
“They were going out for a really long time then,” Baekhyun said quietly, wondering whether or not Chanyeol and he would last that long as well.
“Yeah, they were kind of like a tight package,” Kai continued. “I think they broke up because Yoona was graduating and she didn’t want to have a boyfriend that was still in high school. She kind of wanted to move on from here and do bigger things, and it just so happen that Chanyeol wasn’t part of those bigger and better dreams.”
Baekhyun pursed his lips. He silently felt bad for Chanyeol—the one in the story—and felt a little bit of anger towards his ex—Yoona—for leaving such a—fun, beautiful, cute, and happy—idiot behind for stupid reasons.
“Should I keep going?” Kai asked. When Baekhyun nodded, he moved on. “His mom and dad actually really liked her. And by ‘really’, I honestly do mean really. Yeol mentions every now and again about how his parents—well, most of the time it’s his mom who mentions her and asks about her.”
Baekhyun didn’t know why, but he felt like with the way Kai was describing the situation, Chanyeol’s parents were hung on this girl. To him, it sounded like Chanyeol was one to get angry whenever “Yoona” was mentioned by his parents. And, according to Baekhyun, himself, if someone’s angry with someone from their past, then that must mean that there’s some unresolved issues. In Chanyeol’s case, he had unresolved things to deal with Yoona.
“Is he over her?” Baekhyun asked out of mere curiosity.
Baekhyun’s question knocked the expressions that Kris and Kai previously had on right off their faces. “What?” Kai asked, incredulously.
“—Why wouldn’t he be?” Kris interrupted. “He’s dating you, isn’t he? He wasted time and energy trying to tie you to his side? He lost sleep over you, Baek, so don’t question where his heart lies.”
Baekhyun was caught off guard by the tone in Kris’ voice. “Sorry.”
Kris sighed. “Listen. I’m sorry about the way I said that, okay? It’s just that you shouldn’t ask questions like that. Don’t ask questions about whether or not your boyfriend is still in love with his ex-affiliations. Especially ones that aren’t even here anymore.”
Kris eyed Baekhyun for a moment. “Because it’s a sign of insecurity.”
When lunch finished, Kris and Kai thanked Baekhyun for the homemade food once again and they all walked back down to the lower levels. Baekhyun went to stop by his locker to drop off the empty boxes and basically split the group up there.
Kris and Kai entered their classroom together, not saying a word, and was confronted immediately by Chanyeol, who saw them and rose from his desk. “Hey!” Chanyeol’s voice echoed in the room.
Kris nodded and went to his desk. “Hey to you too, Yeol. Did you eat?”
Chanyeol scowled. “Don’t fucking ‘hey’ me back. Where were you two? What the hell were you doing with Baek?”
Kai yawned and stretched his arms as he moved to his own desk, which was right next to Kris’. “We went off to eat some lunch. Then we had a quick threesome. Kris and I sandwiched Byun. You know how it is.”
When Kris saw that Kai’s joke fell horribly flat with Chanyeol, he cut in. “Kidding. He was kidding. Kai, shut the fuck up.” Back to Chanyeol, he said, “He invited us to eat with him today. We weren’t going to say no.”
Chanyeol creased his brows. “He asked you two…Why?”
“He had a few questions about you,” Kai answered. “Christ, Yeol. What kind of boyfriend are you?”
“What?” Chanyeol walked over to Kai, towering over him. “What do you mean what kind of boyfriend am I? What the hell did he talk to you guys about?”
Kris shrugged. “He’s pretty nervous about meeting your parents, Yeol. Surprised you haven’t caught on yet. It seemed like you dropped the bomb on him pretty suddenly, too. This Friday? Really?” Before Chanyeol could answer, Kris looked behind him at the door as students began to file in and said, “You should probably go back to your seat. Wouldn’t wanna be marked tardy.”
Kris’ last words never rendered in Chanyeol’s ears. “Nervous? He’s nervous?” He paused. “He never said anything about it. I knew that he was, but fuck, if he had to go ask you two shit heads for help or whatever, then he must be a hell of a lot more nervous than I thought.”
“Communication is key to any relationship, Yeol,” Kai tsked.
“And you know this because you’re a master at dealing with relationships, Kai?” Chanyeol mockingly asked.
“I’ll have you know that I am in a committed relationship with someone right now—”
“The fucking gym or your fucking car does not count as a ‘someone’.”
“I wasn’t talking about either of those. I really am—”
“—Yeah, okay. We get it. Communication,” Chanyeol summarized, ignoring Kai’s proclamation.
“Anyways, just make sure things go smoothly on Friday, you idiot,” Kris said, kicking Chanyeol, indicating for him to go sit down. “It could make or break your relationship.”