His Biggest Hater

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"Goddamn it Chanyeol—it's like 5 AM, what..." Sehun squints through the darkness, just barely recovering from his sleep when he spots Chanyeol's figure sitting up in his bed. It's only when he registers that Chanyeol's bent over, head in his hands, that he feels worried. "H-Hey... are you okay?"

"I... messed up, didn't I?"

It's not that hard for Sehun to realize what Chanyeol's talking about, a sympathetic smile appearing on his face. He can't really do much about the situation other than talk to Jongdae and hope that Chanyeol gets over his infatuation.

"Do you think he'll only ever see me as a friend now?" Chanyeol sounds miserable, and he most likely hasn't gotten any sleep from all of his over thinking. "Or maybe he doesn't even see me as a friend, but because he's so nice—maybe he's just pretending and he still hates me."

"You'll be fine, Chanyeol," Sehun reassures him, "If Baekhyun really doesn't see anything then... that's his fault."

Chanyeol keeps quiet, because he can't agree with Sehun but he doesn't want to deny it.

He just wishes he could go back in time.

Chanyeol goes back to sleep hoping for that.