Baekhyun sits and eats cereal idly while he watches Chanyeol run around like a chicken with its head cut off. “If you’d woken up earlier,” he begins.
“Do not talk to me,” Chanyeol shrieks, racing across the kitchen with one shoe on and no socks. “Oh my god, this is ridiculous, where is my coat–”
“On your bed,” Baekhyun says. “Where you threw it yesterday when you came in.”
“Why do I even own a bed,” Chanyeol says, like it’s the bed’s fault that he’s late for class. “It’s not like I’m using it for sleeping in.”
“So I can make you sleep there when you piss me off,” Baekhyun tells him. He points his spoon at Chanyeol, who freezes. “You need to put socks on.”
Chanyeol looks down at his feet and loses his eyebrows in his hairline. “I have no idea how that happened,” he says.
“I have no idea why we go through this every day,” Baekhyun mutters, spooning cereal into his mouth and crunching. “Hitting the snooze button is an option, not a requirement.”
“Well, if you’d–”
Baekhyun holds up a hand. “I’m not the one with the 9AM class, am I?”
Chanyeol pulls both his shoes on, now over sock-clad feet, stands up, picks up his backpack, says, “Okay, bye, I love you,” and then turns to the door.
“Your paper is lying on the coffee table,” Baekhyun says helpfully.
Chanyeol pauses with his hand on the door handle. Then he turns and stares at the coffee table. “Oh.” He picks up his paper, stuffs it into his backpack as quickly as possible and then takes a couple of seconds out of his tight schedule to walk to the table and kiss Baekhyun. “Okay,” he says, “I really do love you.”
“Go kick some business economics ass,” Baekhyun says, waving a spoon loaded with cereal and milk at him.
Baekhyun is sitting in his cognitive psychology class when a text comes through from Chanyeol. You need to come home, it says. I left my keys in my room.
Baekhyun resists the urge to bang his head off the desk. I can’t, he says. I’m in class.
:( says Chanyeol.
Go sit in Starbucks and wait for me, Baekhyun texts furiously. I’ll be like, half an hour.
This is the third time in a week that Chanyeol has left his keys at home when he left the apartment. It is only Tuesday. Last week Baekhyun put Chanyeol’s keys in his backpack especially for him, only for Chanyeol to take his satchel instead. It is like Chanyeol is trying to make Baekhyun’s life incredibly difficult.
ilu, is Chanyeol’s reply. you are the best boyfriend.
“No,” says Baekhyun when he walks into Starbucks and finds Chanyeol locked in a staring contest with an almost finished latte. “I am the most long suffering boyfriend.”
“Best,” Chanyeol insists. “I love you, let me in our apartment, you won’t regret it—” He throws his arms around Baekhyun’s shoulders, so that Baekhyun’s nose is pressed against the hollow at the base of his throat. He smells like mint body wash and library books.
“I have been regretting that since day one,” Baekhyun mutters.