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“You know how I know you're gay?” Sehun asks the only other person in the room. He’s bored out of his mind, and this stupid little game he just invented is the only thing keeping him entertained. An hour of ping-pong can really do that to someone.
“How?” Chanyeol doesn’t even know why he’s playing along. But boredom mixed with curiosity is a dangerous combination. Maybe he wants to see just how far the younger one takes this nonsense.
“Because you used to dress like a girl. And honestly? Not surprising when you were raised by your mom and sister.” He pauses, enjoying the way the taller guy’s expression twists in annoyance. He loves watching him start to get pissed. “But you looked cute, I’ll give you that.”
Chanyeol pretends to be offended and fires back:
“You know how I know you’re the gay one?” He sounds way too confident about whatever he’s about to say.
“How? How do you know I'm gay?”
“You’re always saying you’re not into girls. And I’ve seen how… affectionate you get with other guys.” He finally glances at Sehun—he hadn’t dared look at him since this whole thing started, afraid he’d burst out laughing at how stupid and ridiculous the situation is.
“Aha! See? That’s more proof!” Sehun crows. “You’re jealous of how I talk to other boys. Or how I look at them.”
“Wow, someone’s full of himself, Oh Sehun.” Chanyeol grins. “Anyway, you just admitted you look at guys differently. Gotcha!”
“Shut up, Chanyeol!” the younger one yells, trying —and failing— not to sound nervous. Now he’s the one avoiding eye contact.
“Besides,” the older one continues “didn’t you say that looking at me makes you happy? That totally sounds like a confession to me, Hunnie.”
“Why don’t you fuck yourself?” Sehun snaps, annoyed. “You’re the one who’s gay. You were the one who debuted with that girly-ass hairstyle.” He smirks, as if he actually believes he’s winning this argument.
“What if I fuck you instead?” Chanyeol asks, ignoring literally everything else.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?
Sehun’s face heats up instantly. He finally looks Chanyeol in the eyes—because of course he’s a perv. He curses him internally. Chanyeol’s about to win and he’s fresh out of good comebacks. Only now does he realize their ping-pong match has completely died thanks to him. He hates himself for it and mentally slaps his own face.
He needs to say something. It’s now or never. If the big-eared dumbass refuses, then technically Sehun wins… right?
“I’ll admit I’m gay if you give me head.” Sehun said it, there was no turning back now. He wants to see the older one’s reaction.
And damn—that look catches him completely off guard.
Chanyeol just grins. A grin that Sehun can’t read at all. Did he genuinely believe he was being serious? Oh my God, Yeol, you’re so fucking gay, Sehun thinks— struggling not to smile like an idiot, completely stunned.
“You can start admitting you’re the bottom between us.” Chanyeol says as he steps closer. He lifts Sehun onto the table just to start kissing him.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up, you homo.”
Chanyeol drops whatever comment he was about to make about Sehun’s Wolf era and that rainbow, faggy hair—because honestly? Whatever is happening right now is a thousand times better than that stupid game the big-nosed idiot started.