Daye didn't go down the usual route, as today, she was meeting her dance group to practice. They were called R3VO2UT1ON, and they were known for their artistic protests. To the cops, however, they were simply known as troublesome rioters.

She had spent quite a few nights in jail cells, but ultimately she was let go, as she wasn't actually breaking any rules, as much as the police force wished she was.

She had formed it 2 years ago, with a friend from her old dance academy, Yixing, and it had quickly become the closest thing to family for her.

She thought of Baekhyun throughout the dance practice, smiling to herself at how beautiful he was. She didn't have feelings for him, she just found that it was therapeutic to admire people sometimes. It helped keep her mind off the troubling thoughts, such as how she could possibly keep living with Chanyell right next door.

With thoughts of the pretty boy keeping her mood up, she breezed through the practice, and before she knew it, she was out getting drinks with Yixing.

The Chinese boy wasn't too talkative after a grueling practice, but she didn't mind. His best form of communication was dance, and she shared that with him. She had often thought that if neither of them found a lover by 40, they would just marry each other. That was just how they were, completely platonic love that would (hopefully) last forever.

Soon after sitting down, Yixing was drunk, and Daye could only affectionately frown at him. He was the only lightweight that she knew, but that never stopped him from drinking. Anytime this happened, she would end up bringing him home with her, and even if he started out on the couch, he would end up in bed with her, cuddling like he was a child that had a nightmare.

He was just too cute to handle, and Daye was happy that they could be friends.

Even though she had planned on getting drunk, she wasn't mad that she had to take care of him. Truthfully, she rather enjoyed taking care of people.

Slinging his arm over her shoulder, she started the grueling walk home, grateful that he wasn't much taller than her.

She pleaded and prayed that Chanyeol wouldn't be getting home at the same time, because there was no way that Yixing was going to make it up 4 flights of stairs, and with her overworked muscles, she doubted she could carry him the whole way.

Her prayers weren't answered, but she considered herself lucky, as Baekhyun was still with him. She caught a glimpse of them just as the doors were closing.

Baekhyun's arm shot out between the doors in an attempt to stop them. Unknown to the others, Chanyeol quickly pressed a button, and the doors jumped back open.

Daye sighed in relief and quickly pulled Yixing in the elevator. Baekhyun grabbed his arm, taking on some of the weight, and Daye let out a breathless, "thank you."

Chanyeol didn't even spare her a glance, but she knew better than to think he wasn't going to press his nose into her business.

"Is this the only way you can get laid? Get them drunk, or drug them? Because that's illegal, and sad."

Daye scowled, "this is my friend, not that you can relate to that."

"What, is Baek nothing then?"

"No, not Baek," Daye let the rest of her sentence go unsaid, knowing that Chanyeol understood. What she didn't know was that Chanyeol agreed, and took it to heart. He truly was nothing, and everyone knew it.

"Daye.... I want juice."

Daye's face softened as she turned to her friend. "I know XingXing, I've got some in the fridge, just wait a little longer."

Yixing's head rolled to the side, and he stared at Baekhyun for a moment before turning back to Daye. He tried to whisper, "is that your boyfriend?"

Daye laughed, "no silly. He's a friend. His name is Baekhyun, I think you'd like him a lot."

"There's no way a trashy girl like her could score a quality guy," Chanyeol mumbled under his breath.

Everyone ignored him to focus on Yixing, save for a signature glare from Daye, and Chanyeol scowled.

"Oh. Is he my boyfriend?"

Baekhyun's cheeks grew red, and Daye stifled another laugh. "No XingXing."

When the elevator stopped, Chanyeol quickly walked out, taking deep breaths as if he hadn't had fresh air in years.

Baekhyun stayed behind, helping Daye bring Yixing to her apartment.

Chanyeol lay in bed, staring at the portrait of himself with a scowl.

No wonder Daye hated him, look at him. But Yixing, well, she fawned over him. And she fawned over Baekhyun. Chanyeol wished she would look at him like he was the world, but he knew that he wasn't even as good as the dirt that covered it. He was insignificant, and everyone knew it. He just just wanted recognition. He wanted to be idolized. He wanted power. But how could a no good kid like him get power?