Chance Upon

尾声

The asphalt was wet, mixed with bituminous coals and gravels as the wheels scratched against the rough pavement. The texture was familiar to his sensitive feet even though he had his platform Converse on, even the air felt familiar. It had been a long time indeed.

Slipping his Maui Jim on, he slammed the door of his Lexus shut and sauntered his way to the once frequently visited venue in the past. It had become a fond memory and it still was.

"Hyung!"

"Oh...Sehun-ah! Wae?"

A knowing smile curved on his face as the younger held up his pinky. It only meant one thing- bubble tea.

"Don't tell me you forgot, hyung?" He pouted, puckering his lips. The cold and shy prince on stage was no other than a callow kid with a childish air and the older one was the first to unravel the hidden side of the maknae.

The male shrugged, pretending that he had no part in this naive deal. "Hyung!" He called out again, this time his tone was whiny like a kitten begging for milk. The older scoffed, who was he to think aegyo would work on him.

He shook his head, sighing at the younger's frivolous behaviour. Even if the whole world labelled him as 'baby', Luhan would never baby Oh Sehun. And he meant it. However, he knew the latter would somehow destroy his cold, manly demeanour and work his way to get his treat.

"Hyung, I won and that is a fact! You said Chanyeol hyung would get caught, right? But look, Baekhyun hyung hasn't even slaughter him yet. Heck! He doesn't even have a clue about the missing Maybelline! And it's past twenty minutes, so pay up!"

Luhan still did not budge as he watched Sehun stomp his Nike on the ground agitatedly with sheer amusement. Over the months, he realised he had passed down some of his bad habits to Oh Sehun and one of them was being unnecessarily upset over trivial matters.

Yixing was someone who would bottle all his rage inside as the burning grudges he held steadily accumulated overtime before he exploded. Kris was even kicked out of their shared room despite his nasty rumbling about his dignity as a leader; it had no use in fulfilling Kris the fervent wish of spending the cold rainy night in the warmth embrace of his SpongeBob pillow and blankets.

However, Luhan was a different case and it took them at least a few weeks after the members had tried their vain attempts on competing who could stay on his bed the longest and make it out alive.

Everyone was expecting the maknae to break the record but Sehun was no exception. One thing none of them realised was the fact that the youngest member managed to snore under the fluffy covers for almost a good few minutes before he too, was catapulted out of the room. No one should test Luhan's temper, they took a mental note.

"Fine! You won and I lost! Jeez, since when did I ever start losing bets anyway? I was pretty sure Jongdae went bankrupt yesterday," Luhan exhaled, appearing rather irritated but one could easily notice he was faking his defeat.

He was, after all, Jack of all trades and master of bets in the group; all the winnings added a significant profit to his salary every time he won. Emerging with immense victory became a child's play to him, a daily routine. "You, my friend, are a robber!" Minesok always complained.

Sehun fairly knew the older man had given up his tough attitude; he was getting his treat after all. Wrapping one of his milky slender arms around Luhan's firm yet narrow frame, the taller one skipped to their destination together. Luhan shooed Sehun off, untangling the lanky arms off his shoulders. He admitted he was definitely not the taller one out of the duo but that did not give Sehun the rights to make fun of him, causing him to appear shorter than ever. "Go away, giant!" And that successfully triggered an exasperating snigger from Sehun.