The Maknae.

Chapter 2: Assumptions and Jealousy

Luhan groaned as his eyes shot open. He glanced at the digital clock which read 9:28 A.M.

He mentally cursed the members for being so loud, each day someone was causing a ruckus in the main room.

Luhan moaned and roiled onto his right, facing the wall and lifting his squishy white covers over himself.

"Just five more minutes," he told himself under the covers.

Five more minutes happened to be five more seconds, since Chanyeol and Baekhyun barged in his room yelling.

"Luhan! Get up," Baekhyun jumped into the bed and caused the mattress to shift.

Chanyeol carefully placed himself, sitting on Luhan's petite waist.

"Get off," Luhan whined. Growling, Luhan ripped his blanket off his face. The angelic boy's eyes fluttered open once more. Suddenly finding strength his hands grabbed Chanyeol's shoulders, yet he eyes Baekhyun.

"He's up!" The vocal cheered as he watched Luhan physically hurt his boyfriend.

Baekhyun, being fragile, decided to stay away from the blonde beauty. Even in the morning EXO M's visual managed to look great without a try. Luhan walked to his walk in closet to change.

Chanyeol groaned from the bed, he was sprawled on it; shirt a mess, hair was sticking out in all ways possible, not to mention he had a cut on his cheek.

The brunette glances at his boyfriend, sighing in disbelief.

"Park Chanyeol, you always get in trouble!" He hovered over his boyfriend and licked the slightly bleeding mark.

Chanyeol's hands instinctively gripped Baekhyun's hips. His height was much taller than his lover's so Baekhyun climbed onto him half of Chanyeol's legs was still left untouched.

The 23 year old was still putting his shirt on as he stepped out of his cavernous closet. His eyes widened as soon as he spotted his two bestfriends, "GET A ROOM. AND NOT MY ROOM."

Luhan was sure he looked like an angry tomato. He stomped his foot on the creaky floor and glares at the pair as they walked out his room.

Luhan softly combed his hair with his fingers before adjusting his pale shirt. He exited his room, but only after fixing his bed and locking his closet.

Somewhere in the room, the maknae sat. His eyes dreamily scanning his hyung's body.

"Stop it Sehun," the boy softly ordered himself and lightly peppered his face with tiny slaps to awaken him from his long staring.

"Sehun? Are you okay?" Luhan peered at the younger from the distance, his eye sight was still blurry.

Sehun tongue rolled over his lips unconsciously, at the same time, the maknae leaned onto Jongin for support.

"Sehun? What are you doing? Get off me," Jongin shook his arm desperately but it seemed as if Sehun had bound them together with some sort of spell.

"I don't understand, why is he so cute?" Sehun found himself muttering this under his breath. His eyes scanned the room to make sure nobody heard what he had just openly shared.

However, Jongin heard it loud and clear.

"What? Come again?" Jongin teasingly leaned his ear lower to Sehun's mouth.

"Uh, I said nothing. Just asked why there was no..juice! Yeah, I love juice." The boy didn't know what to say anymore. He was sure that the other would see through his acts.

The dancer sighed disapprovingly, before reaching out and brushing the other boy's tiny bangs out of his face. Sehun shivered when he felt the pads of Jongin's fingers on his bare skin.