#dammitjjong

Chanyeol smiled confusedly at the plate set before him. He didn't quite know what to say. Kyungsoo bobbed eagerly at his elbow. No, really. What was he to say? "D'you like it?" Kyungsoo beamed, eyes stretching achingly wide open.

Chanyeol nodded vigorously, not trusting himself to speak. Kyungsoo bowed, and went away to do whatever it was that Kyungsoo did when Chanyeol didn't know what Kyungsoo was doing - which was most of the time. Baekhyun held infinitely more knowledge in that field of life but he, too, presently sat very still and stared at the plate.

The ceramic vessel which held their breakfast was so large that it fit snugly between the two of them, sitting opposite one another. The largeness, Chanyeol reasoned, was because the meal itself was also large. It consisted of, in fact, ten eggs, ten strips of bacon, and a seemingly abstract art display of ketchup.

Baekhyun, however (as usual), knew better. Besides, Kyungsoo had turned the plate around so the 'art' would face Baekhyun. Baekhyun responsibly turned the plate around to Chanyeol.

Now, Chanyeol hadn't gotten the A in English his parents had hoped him to get - far from it - but he was able to decipher something that made him start.

Congratulations on the sex.

"You said our room was soundproof," Baekhyun's tone was needly and accusing. Chanyeol was greatly perplexed. "But it is." Baekhyun opened his mouth for further discussion and was rudely cut off by Chanyeol's cellphone. "Message," he mumbled automatically, making great efforts to delve it from the endless depths of his pyjama pockets.

Sehunnie: There's a hole in the wall, behind the fruit bowl painting I hung up in your room.

"Please stop snoring," Minho tried to coax the unconscious Jonghyun, but the unconscious Jonghyun paid no heed. The unconscious Jonghyun, in fact, lifted his arm to the ceiling, opened his eyes and snored louder.