"well, we aren’t anymore!" kyungsoo chirps happily, carelessly flinging his freshly bought groceries onto the countertop. without pausing, he proceeds to latch himself to chanyeol’s backside, face burying into the gentle, curving dip that lies between his roommate’s prominent shoulder blades. the fabric of channie’s shirt is soft against his cheek. bathed in a familiar scent that he knows — very well now — as distinctively park chanyeol. “i saw that we were running low on some stuff, so i went shopping before coming home! we’re all good now, at least for a little while.”

he doesn’t let go of chanyeol, arms still wound around the taller boy’s waist. they haven’t had nearly enough time together lately. kyungsoo… well, he was really beginning to miss his dear friend.

"movie night?" the petite mutant asks, unable to hide his bubbly eagerness (and a slight pleading undertone) from coloring the sound of his voice. "puhleaaaase, chanyeol? we we haven’t hung out in ages! okay — maybe it’s just been little over a week, but. still." his full lips purse together into a pout. "i miss you, hyung.”

chanyeol gives kyungsoo a piggy back ride to the sofa, something that’s a bit of a silly little tradition for the two of them. there’s definitely some perks to being absolutely tiny when you have a drastically taller friend around.

[/ it's an off day, and sanha -- tired, bored, and feeling relatively anti-social (the usual, really) -- has very particular, vital plans to enact; all of them including a very clueless, lanky best friend ]

yah, park chanyeol! [/ he whispers loudly with heavy urgency when he spots the tall, same-aged boy from across the hallway. he's sprinting then, and pounces ungracefully onto chanyeol's back, latching himself tightly around his body in a poor effort to suffocate him ]

they meet on systematically planned days in which sanha is, under every possible stance alone in his room and unavailable by all means to anyone else. it’s a bit of a seedy arrangement sanha thinks —

but how many people were best friends with souls, really?

there’s a whisper of wind that creaks the door of his room open an inch or two, and sanha (lying silently and enfolded in empty thoughts) steadily cocks an eyebrow, vision in line with the wall just to his right.

he’s plastered a white board carelessly against the wall with oddly placed velcro for easier means of communication. a squeak then, of marker sliding sluggishly across the white board, and sanha’s lips curve upward almost instantaneously.

"hey beautiful," sanha mutters quietly, shifting himself to a cross-legged, sitting position on his bed. he grins in the general direction of the board and loosely shakes a tiny notebook held in his hands.

“new ideas —" he whispers with an audacious glint in his eye, flipping it open to his desired page of numbered notes.

it reads (scribbled in neat, cursive writing):

how to cockblock chanyeol and charmander:

(/ is walking through the halls of the institute, probably on his way to get some snack or something (pumpkin bread. or trail mix. either way, a snack was absolutely needed) before spotting park chanyeol and waddling his way over to the other before --