Sehun has a tiny crayon in his hand, and he's doing one of the puzzles on the kids' menu. It's late and Sehun usually never stays at the restaurant later than he needs to be, claiming that he would be missing out on "beauty sleep with Jongin," whatever that means. But it somehow makes sense that the one time he stays late, he's staying to finish children's puzzles.
He calls Chanyeol over from where he's balanced cross-legged atop a stool.
"Yeol," he says, "This is your life." He stabs the crayon forcefully at something on the page. What seems to be there is a cartoonish representation of spaghetti with the strands arranged artfully in some sort of maze activity.
"My life is a maze," Chanyeol deadpans.
"Right. You're not as dense as I thought."
Sehun continues, "Each spaghetti path takes you somewhere different. This one leads you to..." He furrows his brows in concentration. "Nothing," he concludes finally.
"What I got from that is that my life leads to nothing."
Chanyeol is pointedly ignored. "There's the meatball." Sehun points, like Chanyeol can't be trusted to recognize a meatball for himself. "That's Baekhyun."
At this point, when it's around midnight and comparisons are being made between Baekhyun and two-dimensional meatballs, Chanyeol thinks it's the right time to start walking in the other direction.
Sehun whines in discontent and raises his voice instead to make sure that Chanyeol hears him. "Chanyeol, you can't give up. You've got to try all the tangly spaghetti paths because at least then you'll have a chance to get somewhere. Like in a bed. With Baekhyun."
Chanyeol immediately wheels around, already flushing at the imagery. He figures that Sehun really doesn't need to know that maybe Baekhyun's already been in his bed, but in the most platonic way possible. He pinches Sehun's arm in retaliation. "That's not helpful."
"Okay, okay." Sehun latches onto Chanyeol before he can leave. "I'm just saying that I've got faith in you, man. I always knew Baekhyun liked them weird." He pats Chanyeol's back.
Conspiratorially, Sehun motions for Chanyeol to move in closer to him. "Just so you know, he stares back at you sometimes. Think he's got a thing for your arms." Sehun sniffs haughtily. "Don't let it go to your head."
