tenor

9:12am

"i'm going to lose my fucking mind."

"no shit," sehun says, voice a little muffled by the pencil he's currently chewing, "mr. zhang looks exquisite today and you didn't even notice."

this time, chanyeol actually bothers to look up from the sheet of paper he has been doodling on since class started, noticing all the words in the white board which meanings he should know but can't quite understand. mr. zhang does look handsome as always though, and chanyeol soon finds himself staring at the way his lips move to form some words his brain doesn't make any effort to process whatsoever.

and can't help but remind him of how kyungsoo's own lips looked in the picture jongin took, ready to spit some nasty comment at his roommate's shenanigans. chanyeol feels as creepy as he is whipped with that thought (read: a lot).

"yeah, how can he be so," chanyeol says as he moves his hands around, as if he's trying to illustrate an idea. "i mean, his dimples, man. holy shit."

"i know," sehun sighs, covering his face with his hands in something akin to distress because knowing him, it can't be shame. "i want his dick in me."

okay, just longing for something he doesn't have yet. or ever will, as a matter of fact.

"i know," he repeats, dull like he was professionally trained for situations like this, "you've said that at least ten times since we got here, perv."

"and i'm gonna keep whining about it anyways, duh, you better get used to it."

"and i'm switching majors as soon as the dashing gent finishes his lesson, just fucking try me."

sehun shoots him the look but his feigned annoyance soon falls from his face and is replaced by a grin, all curved eyes and shiny teeth, like he knows the elder is all bark and no bite. it's absolutely endearing, not that chanyeol would ever admit that to someone who takes the same class he does despite being at least two years younger. is he too dumb or are kids nowadays too smart? he'll never know.

"anyways," sehun claps his hands together, carefully so the sound doesn't attract attention from people who are actually trying to make this class as productive as it can possibly be. "have lunch with me today? my friend asked me to go to this new place and he's with a bunch of people i don't care about, so i might as well. uh, take someone i give a shit about with me?"

chanyeol jabs a finger into his own chest, slack-jawed in a very ironic fashion. "me? holy shit–"

"don't act surprised. you coming or not?"

chanyeol stops to consider for a moment and although meeting new people is always an awkward process for him, he has nothing to lose as per usual. especially for someone who pseudo-stalked a guy just the day before.

"do i know the friend?"

"dunno? he's in his second year. psychology major and, uh, singing or music minor i think?", he scratches at the nape of his neck, shrugs his shoulders, "name's kyungsoo. is it familiar?"

fucking jongin.

trying his best to not either scream in joy at the opportunity of officially meeting his neighbor-slash-possible soulmate or barging into jongin's dance studio to kiss-slash-punch him, chanyeol all but chews on the inside of his cheek, drums his fingers against his knee.