And Then There Was You

Completely unattached

The rest of the day was painful.

Firstly; the lecture had droned on for another two hours.

Secondly; when arriving back into the auditorium he found a stupid Oh Sehun laying asleep on Chanyeol's lap; preoccupying the giant for the rest of the presentation.

And thirdly; he couldn't get what Sehun had said out of his head. Yes; he knew the other was trying to rile him up.. but he wasn't exactly wrong.

Did Baekhyun even know what he wanted?

~*~

"Channie, could you pass the Kimchi Fried Rice?"

Baekhyun sat ill-tempered at the small kitchen table inside the giant's cramped kitchen. After they had been dismissed from the auditorium earlier that day, the Klein model had followed the pair back to Chanyeol's place complaining of how famished he was.

"You know Sehun; there is a great little fast food joint around the corner if you're that hungry." Baekhyun complained, earning a daggered glare from the blonde boy.

"Fast food doesn't come near this temple" He gestured to his towering figure. "The horrors it would do to my skin.. but I'm assuming you were never aware.." Sehun shot back. Baekhyun gasped at the obvious shade being thrown.

He didn't have bad skin! And he RARELY ate out!

Chanyeol's baritone voice intervened. "Children, children. I know you both had a difficult time sitting through this afternoon's guest speaker, but let's not take our aggressions out on each other." He facetiously dictated. Both boys fell into a huffed silence on either side of the giant.

"Channie, could you cook for me?" Sehun asked, smiling sweetly at Chanyeol.

Gag me with a spoon, Baekhyun thought as he rolled his eyes at the bipolarity that is Oh Sehun.

"Sure, Seh. What would you like?" Chanyeol asked; playfully tousling the Klein model's hair. Sehun growled at the action and began rearranging his messy locks.

Seh.. When the fuck did Chanyeol begin calling Sehun 'Seh'. Is that his thing now, Shortening names? Baek.. Seh.. Baekhyun began liking his own nickname a fair amount less.

"Can you make my favourite?" The blonde asks excitedly, Chanyeol answering by nodding his head yes. Both Sehun and Chanyeol were smiling ear to ear, animatedly discussing dinner preparations.

Baekhyun was glowering at this point. The two just knew each other's favourite things off hand? ..What, Did they sit down and study each other for freaking hours? Baekhyun began to feel himself turning green with envy. I don't know a single thing about Chanyeol, other than the fact that the man could eat a whole army under the table if French toast was involved.

Baekhyun had been given the simple task of preparing the rice.

Standing in front of the rice cooker; bowl in hand, he was absolutely stumped.

How was he to make rice!? He only had very select abilities in the kitchen.. He was well versed in foreign foods, but left the rest to Tzuyu..

When Baekhyun was young, the Byun's foreign housekeeper had taught the small boy many cooking skills. Of course, foreign foods were her specialty. She opened so many door's for Baekhyun, but at the moment he felt like he was completely locked out.

Glancing over briefly he could see Chanyeol working away at the stove and the Klein model sashaying about playing Sous Chef. He didn't want to ask for advice.. he couldn't with Oh Sehun around..