Daily Life of Exo

Better Said Than Done

"Kris, that looks like flaming shit on wheels!" Jongdae rubbed the bridge of his nose as Kris adjust his buret and set down the color wheel.

"What are you talking about, Jongdae?! This is fine art I don't have a clue as to what you mean by shit. You're just jealous." A loud HA was heard from across the room. Baekhyun laughed at Kris's "art" and wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

"You couldn't draw a circle from a square!" Kris huffed and threw his buret at Baekhyun, grabbing his coat and making a break for it.

"Where are you going?!" Jongdae tried stopping Kris, but was simply greeted by a harsh shove.

"None of your business, you unappreciative mediocre." Kris slammed the door shut behind him and went for a walk in the streets of Seoul.

"They don't appreciate anything! I don't even know why I try anymore..." Kris stuffed his hands in his furry coat pocket and looked at the bright sky. The stars twinkled in his eyes and the soothing sound of the tires scraping across the wet pavement inspired him, gave him hope.

Back at the dorms, Sehun lay on his phone, texting his friend, Jungkook from BTS. Much like the other night, the maknaes talked about boyish things and of course, the big naked titty. Yixing was sitting on the computer across where Sehun was laying down, and he was well aware of Sehun's conversation with Jungkook. Junmyeon walked into the room with a pile of neatly folded laundry.

"You know back in my day, we didn't have those fancy gadgets and gizmos you kids call phones." He placed every single article of clothing in its designated drawer.

"JESUS CHRIST JUNMYEON NO ONE CARES!" Kyungsoo smacked Junmyeon's head as he walked in to take the phone away from Sehun.

"No one cares... No one ever does..." Junmyeon wiped his tears with his "kiss the chef" apron and walked out of the room.

"Hey man! Give it back!" Sehun leaped off the bed to retrieve his phone from Kyungsoo. The pair ran around the room and up and over things. Eventually, Sehun's clumsy ass knocked over Yixing's cup of apple juice onto his laptop.

"Aww, fiddle sticks!" Yixing frowned as the computer sparked and smoked. "Now I'll never find out what happened to Hikaru and Kaoru...." His heart was shattered as he realized, thanks to Sehun, he will never get past the episode of Ouran High School Host Club where the twins fight and make distinguishable changes to separate from one another. He sulked away and left the two running around the room.

Kris opened the door to see Baekhyun and Jongdae asleep on the couch, Junmyeon crying, and Yixing sighed heavily against the glass slide door. Junmyeon is always crying, I wonder what's wrong with Yixing though? Kris thought.

"Yixing, is everything okay?" Kris pulled off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, but completely missed, letting it fall on the pile of dust Junmyeon had left from sweeping to go cry.

"Nothing... It's just that Sehun broke my laptop.... I cant finish my show... Why do bad things always happen to me?" Yixing pouted, earning a soft pat on his head from his hyung. Kris stood up and assured him he would get him a new one if needed. Kris marched into the bedroom where everything took place and grabbed Sehun by the hair as he loop zooped by Kris to get his phone back from Kyungsoo.

"Ow ow ow! Let go!"

"Not until you tell me why you knocked over a drink on Yixing's laptop!" Sehun stopped struggling because he knew if he didn't, he would go bald thanks to Kris's death grip on his hair.

"He's trying to get his phone back! I just wanted to use it to call Luhan but looks like Sehun has been naughty.." He tossed Kris the phone and motioned for him to scroll down the message. Kris's eyes widened.

Sehun: yo jdawg! I saw my first real titty today! ;)

Jungkook: no way! Was it big? ;o

Sehun: you betcha! It was round.. Are they all like that?

Jungkook: yeah i'm sure, they were round in our magazines...

Kris cringed and threw the phone at an embarrassed Sehun.

"You fool! What is wrong with you?! You're a 20 year old with the mind of a 15 year old! You disgust me." Kyungsoo laughed and stiffened once he saw Kris giving him the death glare, too.

"And you! You made this idiot knock over juice on Yixing's laptop. You both damaged a fine piece of art! You should be ashamed! It took centuries for man to create such a thing and here you are destroying it as if it were trash! Despicable! Its perfect complexion of complicated design fragments and agility meekly destroyed by your carelessness! You make me sick." Kris stomped out of the room, leaving the men speechless.

He returned to Yixing and knelt by him.

"Its okay, I taught them a lesson. You can use my laptop for the meanwhile, okay?" Yixing smiled and thanked him so.

Kris stood up and placed his hand on his hips.

"Aren't you proud of me, grandpa?" He said as he looked up at a nicely framed picture of Picasso. Behind him, Junmyeon's cries disturbed his moment of fame.

"For the love of GOD, JUNMYEON STOP CRYING FOR TWO MINUTES!" Kris threw his glasses off and picked up his jacket off the floor, making a break for it.

"Where are you going?" Junmyeon said through his tears.

"NO ONE CARES JUNMYEON MY GOD!" Kris slammed the door, leaving Junmyeon on the floor with a booger covered "kiss the chef" apron.