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⠀⠀Baekhyun was sure he was too deeply into a tall giant known as Park Chanyeol.

⠀⠀It had been a month since they had first met in Baekhyun's hole-in-the-wall shop—December 14th, 2016 to be exact—and Baekhyun had never known the infatuation nor the feelings he was frequently inflicted with before he first discovered the existence of Park Chanyeol. He was always the type to hit it and quit it, or have some short relationships—Baekhyun wouldn't even call them relationships anyways. A relationship entailed that a couple held a strong connection between them, and Baekhyun definitely did not have that in any of his previous relationships. Perhaps it was most accurate to describe his previous sexual adventures as "extended hookups."

⠀⠀Chanyeol, though, was different.

⠀⠀There was something in the back of his head murmuring quietly, "Maybe you've found the one." Baekhyun didn't believe in true love, however—a belief that had formed over his seventeen years of existence, from what he had seen and heard. It was a large factor that contributed to his playboy attitude—it was a one night stand, so you couldn't possibly get hurt by it. Baekhyun could consider it as a fear of commitment. It was just hard to believe that there was somebody that you were simply destined to share your life with. We'll get to the details later.

⠀⠀Baekhyun pondered his feelings for the silly, taller boy as he lounged on his couch lazily, the afternoon rapidly turning into evening. It was a Sunday, and Baekbeom was still out with a client. Baekhyun would've hit up Chanyeol earlier but was told by the taller boy that he had to work an extra shift at his retail store. Kyungsoo was also called into work because Seokjin was out with a flu ("Apparently Namjoon gave it to him somehow," Kyungsoo had grumbled when he had called and woken up Baekhyun from his midday nap), so that left Baekhyun with no friends. Bo-ring.

⠀⠀He felt his phone vibrate twice by his leg, and he curiously picked it up off of the cushion beside him. Two messages—one from Daehyun, the other from Chanyeol. Baekhyun decided to check the message from Daehyun first, and was greeted with a low-quality, out-of-focus picture of Daehyun practically sucking another guy's face off at a party. He was probably wasted  as fuck, Baekhyun decided, not fazed in any aspect whatsoever. Daehyun, after all, was straight. He then checked the message from Chanyeol, his mouth tugging upwards into a half-smile.

chanYODA: hi byunnie~~~! im getting off work soon and i have something planned, okay??? i told minseok hyung to pick you up at like 6 and take you to where it was but don't ask him bc he won't tell!!!! mwahahah okai love you byee ♥️
Seen at 5:48PM

⠀⠀"He's so sweet," Baekhyun murmured quietly, his eyes flitting up to notice the time at the top of his screen. He sat up from his sofa crease to stretch briefly before standing and making a beeline to his room to change into decent clothes to go out in.

⠀⠀In seven or so minutes, Baekhyun came out of his room wearing a black and white varsity jacket over a white tank top and skinny jeans. In seven or so more minutes, a rat-a-tat-tat knock was heard at the door, and Baekhyun hurried over to answer it right after slipping on his Air Jordans. He was greeted by a smiling Minseok, the older's hands shoved in his gray hoodie pockets with a SnapBack resting under his hood.

⠀⠀"Ready to go, Baekhyun?" he asked softly, jerking his head toward the left once Baekhyun nodded. "Then let's go."

⠀⠀Minseok walked side-by-side with Baekhyun to a car humming peacefully right outside of his apartment complex. Baekhyun could make out a figure at the wheel of the car and wondered briefly who had come along with Minseok. Lu Han, perhaps?

⠀⠀Ah, I'm right, Baekhyun mused with an ever-so-slightly-cocky Byun smile on his face as he saw the Chinese elder twist around in his seat to greet him as he got into the backseat, Minseok getting into the passenger side.

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