"I'm genie for you, boy!" Baekhyun declares back at Chanyeol's apartment, flailing his limbs in an awful imitation of Girls' Generation's famous leg dance. He throws in an awful cheesy wink too.
"I can do better," Chanyeol scoffs.
Baekhyun pretends to be offended. "I'll have you know, my senior superlative was 'legs most like SNSD's.'"
Chanyeol laughs.
It's been weeks now since the first time Baekhyun came over, and it's almost scary how easily they've fallen into this routine. He doesn't doubt that Baekhyun's so familiar with his apartment that he could probably name all his Rilakkuma plushies. Now's a good time as any for Chanyeol to show Baekhyun his self-composed song. It's not like Baekhyun knows that Chanyeol made it thinking of him, so there's no harm, right?
So he does, beckoning Baekhyun over to his desk and fitting the headphones over his ears. Chanyeol clicks on the track, which reads "untitled" with his heart slightly racing before he can change his mind.
Baekhyun props his head up on his hands, look of mischief turning to one of utter concentration with furrowed brows and lower lip sticking out. He listens, staring so hard at the screen until Chanyeol thinks it might shatter with the intensity of his gaze.
"Sounds like you're writing from experience," Baekhyun says as he tugs off the headphones. He stares right at Chanyeol and it's like he knows. Chanyeol's heart nearly stops.
"Yeah," he manages, "Just someone that's been on my mind recently." He wills for Baekhyun to understand and not to understand all at once.
Baekhyun looks away first, a strange look on his face. Disappointment? "It's late. I should probably go." He gets up from his seat and makes it halfway to the door. It is late, but that's never stopped him before.
"Where do you even live?" Chanyeol asks, maybe just to buy a few minutes because his head is spinning and he has no idea what just went wrong.
"On campus," Baekhyun gestures vaguely. "I'll see you tomorrow." He gives Chanyeol a small smile.
"Wait." Baekhyun does wait, looking expectant. "Stay?" Chanyeol tries. "I know campus is pretty far and it's not a good idea to walk all the way there alone at one in the morning."
"I'll be fine. It's not the first time I've walked back."
"Baek, please. I'm sorry? I don't know, just don't leave right now."
Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."
"But you're upset." Chanyeol steps toward him imploringly. "Aren't you?"
Suddenly, it's like all the fight drains out of Baekhyun. "No. I'm not upset at you." He lets himself be tugged closer by Chanyeol, sighing quietly against his shoulder. "I'll stay, since you asked so nicely." The beginnings of dry humor start again in his voice and Chanyeol stops holding his breath.
"So it's a sleepover?"
"I guess it is."
Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun away. "If you're going to be sleeping here, you better take a shower." He wrinkles his nose. "You're all sweaty and gross."
"You don't exactly smell like rainbows and sunshine either." Baekhyun swats him back, grin forming on his face. "Besides, I don't have any of my shower stuff or a change of clothes. I told you, I should go back."
"Don't," Chanyeol whines, holding on to Baekhyun's waist. "You can use my soap and stuff? I'll even lend you clothes." He stands back a bit. "They'll be a little big on you, though."
"I'm washing up first, then," Baekhyun relents. "Thanks, Yeol," he whispers quietly before he's back to smiling widely and bounding toward the bathroom. "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone."
When Baekhyun returns, his hair is damp, fluffed and standing up from his head from rubbing at it with a towel. He looks like a puppy, Chanyeol thinks, especially with his sharp little canines peeking out. It was the understatement of the century to say that his clothes would be a 'little big' on Baekhyun-his frame is nearly swamped in one of Chanyeol's old rock band shirts, the hem of his pajama pants covering his feet.
When Baekhyun gets closer, Chanyeol is hit with the clean, faintly spicy scent of his sandalwood body wash. It's dizzying that Baekhyun smells like him, but it's even more startling that Chanyeol really, really likes the sound of that.
Baekhyun's tired, eyes droopy and mouth pouted as he rubs his eyes with his fists.
"Don't get up," he tells Chanyeol grumpily. Baekhyun collapses onto the bed despite Chanyeol's protests, grabbing a handful of his shirt and burrowing into his chest with a sound of contentment.
Chanyeol freezes. This is dangerous territory, very dangerous to have Baekhyun so close with his hands on Chanyeol like that, even though it's probably completely platonic on Baekhyun's part. But Baekhyun is soft and warm and willingly pressing into Chanyeol's arms, so he thinks he can allow himself to have this moment.
Chanyeol closes his eyes, only meaning to wait until Baekhyun falls asleep. He ends up falling asleep too, with Baekhyun tracing his heartbeat through his shirt.
