"No, for the last time, I don't want to go to your stupid basketball game. It's been 2 days, stop fucking asking!" 

Chanyeol scoffed, leaning back into his seat dejectedly as Kyungsoo scribbled down notes beside him, his face flushed with annoyance. 

"Say what you want about me, but you don't need to bash the team," Chanyeol muttered, but Kyungsoo ignored him, as he usually did.

~

-It's Chanyeol. Meet me before lunch? I need to give you something. Also, I know what you're thinking, and I'm not a creep, your sharpie-happy friend gave me your number. 

Kyungsoo scoffed, debating whether the text was important enough for him to actually seek out the irritating giant. In the mean time, he needed to seek out his friend Jongdae, as he had no doubt that sharpie-happy referred to Jongdae's affection for drawing on himself in class. Obviously, he needed to explain to Jongdae that giving out his number to the enemy was not a friendly thing to do. 

~ 

"So Chanyeol, you ready for your game tomorrow?" 

Chanyeol shrugged, staring into the crowded hallway, seemingly searching for something, and Baekhyun took advantage of his distracted state, deftly reaching over and pulling up his shirt. 

"Wah," he admired the discovery, "you've still got it, my friend. And I thought I just imagined it."

Chanyeol sulked, "only because coach is so strict. He had us all on summer workouts so we'd be ready for the year. As soon as the season is over, I'm eating everything that I get my hands on. You won't even be able to imagine me with abs." 

Baekhyun smirked, "don't doubt my talents, my friend."

Chanyeol gave Baekhyun an unamused look, but it was common knowledge that the two had a confusing friendship. Confusing, that is, for everyone else, but not for the two of them. Platonic soulmates, if you will. Though they had never crossed past the boundary of light kisses, for fear of changing their exceptional friendship, they were often mistaken as dating. Until (completely true) rumours of Baekhyun sucking someone off in the utility closet spreads, and everyone remembers just exactly who those two are.

Baekhyun licked his lips, and Chanyeol chuckled as his friends cold hands ran over his lean stomach, though he quickly pushed Baekhyun away as shivers took over his body for a few seconds. 

Now this was not what Kyungsoo was expecting when he headed for Chanyeol's locker. Yes, he knew where it was. It wasn't that he wanted to, no, he didn't seek out the information (like he may or may not have in lower secondary school), it was just that it was hard not to notice the excitable bear of a boy.

He considered abandoning the mission, not certain any item that Chanyeol could give him would be worth the traumatic scene that he had just witnessed, but he was frozen, just a few feet away. His face was heating up, and he quickly pushed the memories away, though unfortunately, it did nothing to calm his flaming cheeks. It was a natural reaction, and it didn't mean that Kyungsoo didn't, in fact, still hate the older boy. 

"Oh, Kyungie! I didn't know if you'd come."

Kyungsoo gritted his teeth, and he trudged the last few steps so that he was in front of the shameless older boy, who seemed not to realize how offensive his earlier actions were. To willingly be exposed by someone else, in front of Kyungsoo, where did he get off with that kind of behaviour?! 

Not that Kyungsoo being there made any difference, of course.

"What is it that's so important?" He demanded, confident despite his violently rosy cheeks. 

"Are you wearing blush?" Baekhyun asked, leaning closer in curiosity, though he drew back, insulted, when Kyungsoo glared at him.

"No, I'm not!"

"Hmm," Baekhyun examined the boy in mild interest. "Well, you'd look nice in some. And if you like wearing makeup, I've got the perfect look to compliment your eyes-"

"Stop trying to steal my new friend," Chanyeol complained, drawing the attention back to him, and Kyungsoo's glare faltered.

"Well, what is it that you need to give me so badly that you beg for my number?"

"Is that any way to talk to your hyung?" Chanyeol teased, and Kyungsoo noticed the way the left side of his face rose slightly more than the right when he smiled. It was sort of cute...not that Kyungsoo cared, of course. "And besides, I didn't beg. I don't beg." There seemed to be a second part of the last sentence, but Chanyeol ultimately decided to stay quiet.

"I knew you were lying," Kyungsoo muttered, and he firmly decided to walk away, after staring just a little bit longer. Only because he felt like he couldn't lose to Chanyeol, and thus he couldn't look away first.

Chanyeol scoffed, as if the concept of lying to get Kyungsoo's attention was above him - it definitely wasn't - and he quickly opened his bag, smugly holding a notebook in front of Kyungsoo. 

"That's...." Kyungsoo recognized his Advanced Physics notebook, which contained notes that were vital for passing the class, and he hated to admit it, but Chanyeol had saved him a lot of trouble. "Pff," he snatched the notebook out of Chanyeol's hand before the yeti could decide to hold it over his head, "you probably stole this."

Chanyeol gasped, "excuse me, I would never! But if you're so mean, maybe I shouldn't have grabbed it for you. How about a little thanks?"

Kyungsoo raised his chin, biting his cheek and debating what to say before he simply sighed and nodded his head. "I guess all I have to say is," Kyungsoo paused, "you better lose my number." And with that, he scurried away.

Chanyeol stared after him in sheer disbelief, shaking his head slightly.

"You totally stole that, didn't you?"

Chanyeol turned to Baekhyun with a sly grin, "well, obviously. He would never just forget it. I have to do what I have to do to get his attention, right?"

"You're really something," Baekhyun grinned. "Do you like him?"

A secretive smirk, "I just might, but more importantly, I like messing with him. Like old times."