"Yasss guys, dudes, gentlemans... and gay!" Jongin shouted, and added a dramatic pause to his welcome greeting, eyeing Baekhyun suspiciously when he said the term GAY. "Welcome to- wait, why are you even here again?"
Before Baekhyun could respond in a sassy way, Joonmyeon interrupted him first. "Excuse me, the plural form of gentleman is gentlemen and not gentlemans! Jongin, where is your brain?!"
But nobody even paid attention to the Grammar Nazi.
They were in the entrance of Club Exo actually. The whole place was like a part of Las Vegas, Nevada but just in Seoul. Colorful night lights illuminated the building and the parking lot was jampacked with luxury sports cars. Tons of people were lining up just to get in the most famous underground club in the city.
The quartet has arrived- Jongin, Jongdae, Joonmyeon (the three Kims), Chanyeol and his Nazi-like master Baekhyun who was shining like a diva with all the bling blings in his fashionable apparel, and make-up which makes him look like a freaking Barbie doll.
Yep, bow down to the eyeliner queen.
"Excuse me?!" Baekhyun wagged his index finger in front of Jongin's face, touching his nose. Jongin instantly avoided the contact, making Baek cringe. "I have the connections here. So I'm really included in this escapade of your puny, powerless fraternity."
"Excuse meee~?!" It was Jongdae's turn to mimic Baekhyun's actions just to plainly annoy him more. "You little punk, how dare you brand the greatest frat in UPA puny and powerless? Yes, you may have the eyeliner on fleek, but Oh Sehun has the bigger booty on point!"
"Ugh guys, this is not the time to debate about such petty things. We have to focus on contacting Sehun! I've been calling him for like twenty times and they're all gone to voice mail!" Joonmyeon explained, his phone in his hand. "You know the fun will not be fun without him, right?"
"You have a point. Why did he even decide to go to Club Exo at this time? I mean, I've noticed that Sehun focuses more on his studies and his basketball practices and not on girls or bars, which he usually thinks of everyday." Jongdae recalled.
Chanyeol joined in the conversation. "There's something wrong going on with him these-"
"SHUT UP, PARK CHANYEOL! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF POTATO! YOU CANNOT SPEAK UNTIL I COMMAND YOU TO!"
"The worthless piece of potato is sorry, Master." Chanyeol said, bowing down to the cranky little diva.
"How long will Chanyeol be Baekhyun's slave again?" Jongin asked them.
"Maybe until graduation. I know, it's so creepy to have him with us. Ugh. And it's all because of that lesbian, Lu Han."
"What the heck?! Lu Han is a guy, Jongdae!" Joonmyeon informed him, slipping his phone into his pockets. "Didn't you hear, his co-members say that he has the largest dick in the football varsity team."
"Duude, seriously, that's so gay. Did the gay footballers peek on him or something?" Jongin drawled. "But how long is he, exactly?"
"It's football players, not footballers." Joonmyeon chimed in, correcting Jongin's epic fail grammar.
Baekhyun slapped Jongin in the head, screaming, "I thought you're not gay, how come you're so curious, huh?!"
"Sh-shut up! I'm not gay, dude! And watch the hair! I especially went to a salon to get my cornrows done, because I heard that chicks dig cornrows nowadays!"
"Whatever." Baekhyun smirked at him. "At least I have a legitimate boyfriend here, and I'm proud of being gay." He suddenly hugged Chanyeol so tightly that the poor boy almost lost breath.
"I'm not your-!"
"Of course you are! If I say that you're my boyfriend forever, then you are because I am the fabulous chic master and you are the pathetic pityful but drop dead handsome slave, okay?!"
"Okay, chillax! Ugh... how long will I be that dwarf's boyfriend and slave." Chanyeol wondered out loud, frowning at Baekhyun's petite figure.
"Wh-whatever! I'm still not gay and I never will be." Jongin folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at the insisting Baekhyun.
"Liars go to hell. I know that you secretly like Kyungsoo~"
"No, I like only women, okay, sheesh. Too much for that crappy owl-eyed white bug of a person!"
"Guys, I finally have news of Supremo!" Joonmyeon announced, startling the fight and making everyone shift their attention to him.
"He says it's traffic so he's gonna arrive later. But the good news is, we can all come in Club Exo even without him!"
Immediately, the noisy group mingled with the crowd, and using Baekhyun's fantastic skills of flirting with the bouncers, they all got in successfully.
Joonmyeon headed to the casino to bet on his millions of money. Jongin went to the dance floor without any hesitation, and Jongdae headed to the beer pong section to play.
Meanwhile Baekhyun and Chanyeol were just chilling at some lounge and sipping on whiskey and tequila.
"Chanyeol-ah," Baekhyun cooed, completely drunk after just two shots. He seems to have a low alcohol tolerance and is now leaning on Chanyeol's shoulder.
This was one of the rare times wherein Baekhyun broke out of character and just treated Chanyeol normally. He didn't address the younger as 'slave' anymore.
Chanyeol grimaced at the term, he had never served anyone before. He never called anyone Master. He was the one who was called Young Master in his mansion so Baekhyun is the first case he's had.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" Baekhyun asked, his adorable slitted eyes staring straight into Chanyeol's slightly big ones.
"Yes you are." Chanyeol replied absentmindedly. He didn't want any argument to occur that night because he's so tired of Baekhyun's diva beast mode.
"Of course I am." Baekhyun giggled noisily, the scent of whiskey wavering before Chanyeol's nose. "Everyday I put on make-up just for you to notice me. That's why I'm this pretty."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't talk about make-up now. I've gotten sick of the idea of you trying out beauty products on my precious face like you did before."
"I just made fun of you *hik* but you don't need make-up for you to look pretty, unlike me, I'm so ugly without it." Baekhyun bawled and sulked on Chanyeol's shoulder, his beautiful fingers unsteadily clutching the front of Chanyeol's black t-shirt.
"Make-up is just for enhancement, Master. It's not guaranteed to make you look prettier if you're ugly. You know what you need? PhotoShop." Chanyeol laughed at his own answer. It was so fun to make fun of Baekhyun without him even knowing it.
"Baekhyun, just call me Baekhyun."
"Baekhyun." Chanyeol simply said, following his command.
"There." And Baekhyun peacefully fell asleep on his shoulder. "Much better."
Chanyeol sighed seriously for the first time of the night, but after sighing into his sleepy master, some of Baekhyun's bangs flew and landed in a cute pattern on his forehead. Chanyeol chuckled silently and he fondly rearranged Baekhyun's bangs in a neat way.
"You don't need make-up. You have your own charm and that's what makes you beautiful."
Unbeknowst to him, the boy sleeping on his shoulder cracked up a sweet smile, further making himself comfortable on Chanyeol's shoulder.
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On Sehun's side of the phone
"Joonmyeon hyung, I'll text you back later okay? It's just... it's really traffic in here and I don't want to walk too far so I'm staying in my car. Just tell the others that you can go inside the club and meet me there." Sehun fibbed.
He wasn't exactly stuck in traffic. He was shopping for clothes with his big brother Yifan in a huge mall.
Of course, it's his biggest comeback yet and in the funnest club in Korea, so he must look fashionably presentable. He knows that girls will fall for him even if he's just wearing a brown paper bag but still. Looks count a lot.
I want to forget Lu Han and be my old self again- flocks of hot chicks surrounding me and having fun with me. I miss those old times. Because what if Lu Han doesn't even care about me? I should wake up... and maybe he's right. I should get my head out of the clouds.
"Okay fine. I'll tell them. Goodbye, Sehun."
And Sehun ended the phone call and put it into his pocket, casually returning his attention to Yifan who was busy picking up a lot of different apparel for Sehun to try on.
"You should definitely try any of these." Yifan held up a black, long-sleeved, and tight-fitted shirt to Sehun. And on his other free hand, he raised a white pair of skinny jeans. "Go for the classy look."
"Okay I will, thanks." Sehun took both of them in his hands and began searching for a fitting room.
"I know where they are." Yifan then led him to one stall, locking the door behind them.
"Seriously, you don't have to-"
"C'mon, Sehunnie. Did you know those times when you used to dress up like me when we were younger? I just want to help you try on these stuff." Yifan insisted, turning Sehun around to make him face the wall mirror.
"Sehunnie, you've grown a lot... I can't believe that I let those past two years pass away without having you by my side." Yifan told him, his eyes staring right into Sehun's ones through the clear mirror.
He began to open the buttons of Sehun's polo shirt slowly.
"It's.. it's okay. I mean, you spent those two years to study and get an international degree in psychology... even if I m-missed you so much during those days." Sehun gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down due to his obvious anxiety.
Yifan continued to stare at him in a longing way as his fingers made his way down his little brother's polo shirt. "You've missed me."
"O-of course I have, we're b-brothers, right?"
The older one didn't reply but he just removed the polo shirt off Sehun's body, and the latter immediately felt a strong gust of cool wind envelope him. Yifan just looked at Sehun through the mirror, and his black eyes enthrall Sehun with all their mystery.
Until now, the younger one could not decipher what his gege was thinking. His heart beat faster than usual as Yifan held him by the shoulders, the older one's surprisingly warm hands touched his cool pale skin, giving him enough warmth.
"Sehun, look at me." Yifan commanded because Sehun tried to avoid eye contact with him by all means. The maknae was blushing, an uncomfortable reddish hue creeping towards his cheeks. Yifan was too close to him... and he kind of liked it.
So Sehun looked at the mirror, observing his big brother's next move quite nervously. His fingers grew cold and clammy. Yifan saw it and instead held Sehun's hands tenderly, intertwining them with his.
"It's been a while since I was able to look at you like this." Yifan confessed, his dark eyes raking all over Sehun's topless body with love and endearment. "You're getting thinner and thinner each passing day. Your gege doesn't like it."
Sehun blushed profusely, because the tension and heat slowly start building up between the two of them. He covered his upper body with his hands in embarrassment. He doesn't know what to say. He was just lost by looking at Yifan's deep raven eyes.
"No, don't cover yourself. You are still beautiful before my eyes." Yifan gently turned him around so that he would see Sehun face to face, and put down his little brother's hands and held them once again.
Now where did that come from.
Yifan began advancing towards Sehun until the latter hit the cold glass of the mirror. He instantly shivered upon the contact.
"G-ge..." Sehun unconsciously moaned as his big brother's warm hands were wrapped around his exposed torso in a tight hug, transferring the body heat to him.
And Yifan's other hand held Sehun's chin to face him intensely. Sehun felt his brother's eyes scrutinizing every little detail of his face in a mysterious way. "You're so flawless... and so perfect... no wonder anyone could fall for you and your charms."
Sehun melted at Yifan's sweet, simple words. It has been a very long time since he has been told about something like that. And he liked it. He was made to be admired. The only problem is that the person he admires isn't admiring him back.
"Y-you think so-"
Yifan kissed him on the cheek.
Then on his other cheek, then his chin, then on his nose.
Sehun wanted to tell everything to Yifan. Everything he has been feeling towards the male since the first day that they met in his mother's garden. How he grew to be so fond of his older brother. How he felt so protected in Yifan's strong arms. How he contained everything he felt in a diary because he was too afraid that someone might find out about his hidden feelings. How he instantly fell for Wu Yifan, his first love.
"I don't think so, I know so." The taller boy concluded. After that, he detached his hands from Sehun, the latter immediately missing his gentle touch.
"Anyone who doesn't like you is a useless person who is blind and is just insecure of you." He added.
Speaking of Lu Han -.-
Then Yifan got the black t-shirt that he placed on a hanger on the wall, and he carefully donned it on Sehun.
Once they were done with selecting the right clothing to wear, and all the little bits of ruffles were smoothened out, Yifan stood away from Sehun, longingly admiring his dear baby brother.
"There. Don't worry, I'll pay for this." Yifan smiled in a lovable way. "You look as perfect as you'll ever be. Enjoy your night, Sehunnie. And don't do anything foolish, because I won't be there to take care of you, okay?"
"I promise, thank you." Sehun looked away because he was still blushing intensely. And it was all because of his older brother's "brotherly" kisses. What is wrong with him anyway? So Sehun shrugged that thought off before a debate might eventually form inside his mind. He hugged Yifan for one last time, as his thank you gesture, before walking out of the stall.
Yifan made sure that Sehun made his way out of the mall before going back to work. After all, he just excused himself from the hospital to spend some more time with his little brother.
"Sehunnie, please don't make it so hard for me."