During the next weekend, Kyungsoo had Baekhyun at the gym. Kai had told him that he had to be at a fitting to get a suit tailored for him. When asked why, Kai just shrugged and told Kyungsoo that it was some sort of party that he was going to be forced to go to next week. Conscious about being at the gym alone, Kyungsoo asked Baekhyun to go with him, which he eventually agreed to.
When they were finally inside the building, Kyungsoo finally took a good look at what Baekhyun was wearing. The guy had sweats and a hoodie on. Setting his bag off to the side of a bench, he asked, “Are you going to work out in that?”
Baekhyun seemed confused at first, but then he realized what Kyungsoo was talking about. “Oh—No, I was gonna take it off.”
“Oh, okay.” Kyungsoo shrugged off his jacket and took off his hat. “Treadmills?”
Baekhyun nodded as he took off his hoodie, leaving nothing but a black wifebeater on. “Sure.”
On the way over to the machines, Baekhyun tugged on the white shirt that Kyungsoo had on. “Not gonna strip?” he joked.
Kyungsoo laughed. “No, I always work out in shirts.”
“Cause I don’t like the way I look just yet,” Kyungsoo said, grinning. “One day, though, I’ll look like you. Maybe even better.”
Baekhyun snorted. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Kyungsoo gave Baekhyun a shrug and a twinkle in his eye. “I don’t know. Sex with Park’s doing you good, though.”
Baekhyun’s jaw dropped slightly open. “What?”
“I’m just saying you look good,” Kyungsoo said, smiling reassuringly at Baekhyun, who was still caught in the moment of when Kyungsoo mentioned the words “sex” and “Park” in the same sentence concerning him.
When they got to the treadmill station, Baekhyun had to get Kyungsoo to set it up for him. He didn’t want to run so Kyungsoo set it to a moderate speed before Baekhyun carefully hopped on and Kyungsoo went to the treadmill next to his.
Once they were both moving—though Baekhyun noticed how Kyungsoo was going for the small jogging route—Kyungsoo decided to ask Baekhyun about his plans for the following week.
“So, birthday,” Kyungsoo started, in between breaths as he tried to control his breathing while jogging. “What’re you going to do for your birthday?”
Baekhyun glanced at the serious guy next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe stay at home. Watch a movie or something.”
Kyungsoo turned his head momentarily at Baekhyun. “Not gonna have a party? What about your friends? Not gonna invite us over?”
“Do you want me to invite you guys?”
Kyungsoo scoffed. “Yeah! But we can do better than a movie, Baek. Come on, now,” he huffed. “Party. Let’s have a party—Resturant. Wait—Yeah! Let’s rent a restaurant.”
Baekhyun laughed. “Kyung, we can’t just rent out a restaurant. We’re not Chanyeol—Or Kai, okay?”
Kyungsoo waved a hand. “Okay, nevermind. Let’s just reserve a table that’ll fit us all and tell them that it’s your birthday. Maybe they’ll be nice and give us free dessert—scratch that. No dessert. That’s bad—Ah, but I want dessert, but—”
Baekhyun chuckled. “Who cares? You’re going to end up eating whatever they serve us for dessert anyways.”
“Eh,” Kyungsoo said, shrugging. “That’s true.”
During their entire conversation, Kyungsoo kept slowly, but repeatedly changing the speed higher, and at the time then, he almost seemed out of breath to Baekhyun, who was comfortably speed walking his term. When Kyungsoo looked too challenged, Baekhyun frowned and jumped off his mill, moving over to Kyungsoo’s. He pushed the button that made the mill go slower.
“I think that it was going a little too fast for you, Kyung,” Baekhyun said, looking at Kyungsoo. “That or you just have bad breath control.”
Kyungsoo slowed down to a slower jog. “Probably because I haven’t been here lately.”
“Aren’t you always making plans to work out with Kai, though,” Baekhyun mumbled as he went back to his station.
“We’ve—We’re actually trying something else…” Kyungsoo said, slowly trailing off.
Getting on his mill, Baekhyun asked, “Like what?”
“Something,” Kyungsoo said, putting Baekhyun off. “Enough of me. Let’s get back to you. So who’ll we invite?”
“You, Suho, Tao, and Lay,” Baekhyun said, naming the only people he was really close enough with.
“What about your boyfriend? Hm?” Kyungsoo said, smirking. “Not gonna invite him?”
Baekhyun shrugged. “I don’t know. Would I want him there?”
Kyungsoo creased his brows together. “Why wouldn’t you want your boyfriend to be there? It’s your birthday, Baekhyun. He should be there.”
Baekhyun broke out a small smile. “Yeah—Ah, he’ll probably get all gross, though.”
“Gross as in corny as fuck,” Baekhyun muttered. “He’ll probably go overboard with himself.”
“Cause he loves you,” Kyungsoo cooed despite being breathless. “Even got you a ring—”
“—Which I never asked for!” Baekhyun said, turning his head away for a second, embarrassed.
“But you kept it,” Kyungsoo pointed out. “You’re even more careful with that hand nowadays.”
“The asshole spent more money on it than he should have,” Baekhyun muttered. “Impulsive, rich bastard…”
Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. “Quit acting like you don’t like it, Baekhyun.”
“Did I say I didn’t? I’m just saying, who knows what the fuck he’ll do at the gathering if I invite him.”
Kyungsoo turned the treadmill speed slower so that he could catch his breath and not have to feel like he was dying every time he spoke. He uncapped the bottle of water he had with him and took a drink out of it before resuming the conversation.
“The worst thing he could do is get drunk and start talking about all the nasty things you guys do.”
Baekhyun threw Kyungsoo a look. “I’d kill everyone.”
Kyungsoo ran a hand through his hair, feeling the perspiration. “No doubt that you would. I’d kill Kai, too, if he—” Kyungsoo stopped himself short, but not soon enough for Baekhyun to give him the eye.
“Oh…I wasn’t aware that—”
Baekhyun grinned. “Alright.” Then a thought came to his head. “Are you wearing a shirt for another reason, Kyung?”
Kyungsoo blankly blinked. “What?”
“Are you,” Baekhyun repeated, “wearing a shirt for another reason?” When Kyungsoo didn’t answer, Baekhyun only grinned, but didn’t need to press on. “A few more times with Kai and you’ll look just as good as me, Kyung,” he teased.
Kyungsoo groaned and threw his water bottle at his friend. “Be quiet, Baek.” After a while, he asked, “So what? Are you going to invite Chanyeol?”
Baekhyun sighed. “Might as well. He’s going to throttle me for not telling him about my birthday anyways. He doesn’t like it when I don’t tell him things.”
“Which you do on multiple accounts,” Kyungsoo said. He changed the speed again to match that of Baekhyun so that he wouldn’t have to jog anymore.
Baekhyun shrugged in response. “It's not like he does anything bad whenever he finds out about the things that I hide. He just gets angry—”
Kyungsoo shook his head. “Baek, Chanyeol’s pretty scary when he’s angry.”
“I actually find it stupid.”
“Only you, Baekhyun. Only you…”Kyungsoo rubbed his forehead. “Anyways, invite him. It’s only right. Invite his friends, too. The more the merrier.”
“You only want me to invite his friends so that Kai will be there.”
Kyungsoo threw him a look. “I would’ve asked him without you anyways. Just do it, Baek. If not, then I’ll ask Chanyeol myself and tell him that you didn’t ask him yourself because you didn’t want him there.”
Baekhyun blew a breath out. He knew that what Kyungsoo was threatening would cause a minor—though troublesome—drama between Chanyeol and him again, which Baekhyun didn’t really want to deal with. “Fine. I’ll invite him.”
“Alright! Leave the rest of the planning to me, then!” Kyungsoo smiled. “I’ll let the birthday boy sit this one out. All you gotta do is invite Chanyeol—and his friends—along.”
Baekhyun nodded, conceding to his friend. “Fine.”
Kyungsoo hopped off his treadmill and shut it off. “Okay! Let’s go to another station. Running and walking’s a bore.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who suggested doing this first.”
“Yeah, but like Kai always says, ‘You gotta spice things up every once in a while.’”