Summary: Chanyeol finds Baekhyun... annoying.
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Baekhyun's acting weird.
Chanyeol can't explain it... It's something along the lines of being too overly happy— with a side of suspicious behavior.
During breakfast, he sticks really close to him. Like... really close. And the runt doesn't even ask about where he's been or try to bring up their argument the night before.
It's already kind of awkward with the rest of them talking to each other and Chanyeol just eating with himself (which is fine because of whatever). Jen tried to talk to him, too, and as much as Chanyeol appreciates the effort, he doesn't feel like talking.
Halfway through breakfast, Baekhyun slides the gangster his breakfast bacon strips. "Here you go~"
Chanyeol looks up at him. "What's this?"
"It's yours! Because I love you and I want you to have a lot of energy when we go on the slopes again today!" Baekhyun also gives him his hard-boiled eggs. "Yum!"
Looking at his plate, Chanyeol just... stares at it. "This isn't necessary. I'm full."
"It's okay! You can still have it. I'll just finish my pancakes."
"Baekhyun." When the runt ignores him, Chanyeol sighs. Then he pushes the plate forward and gets up. To Jen, he says, "Thanks for making breakfast. I'll help with dinner."
"You're welcome! And okay! I will look forward to it!" Jen gives him a thumbs up before relaying the message to the others.
Baekhyun, on the other hand, looks up, confused. "Why didn't you just tell me you wanted me to translate something for you?" he asks, whispering so Jen can't hear. "I could've done it!"
"I was just saying thanks." Excluding himself, Chanyeol leaves and heads up the stairs to prepare his gear. "Don't get so worked up over it."
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He must've accidentally left his phone in the duffel bag because Chanyeol pulls out the device in the midst of looking for warmer socks. Just as he unlocks it, he hears the door behind him slam open— then shut. Again.
"You're being mean." Baekhyun stays leaning against the door... and he has that look on his face. Something sad or whatever. Fuck. "Are you still mad about last night?"
"No." Chanyeol turns his back and continues rummaging through his bag.
"Then where'd you go this morning?"
"For a walk."
"Where to?"
"Around."
"Chanyeol, can you— you know—actually talk to me?" Baekhyun keeps his eyes steady. "I told you, we have communication issues. It's what everyone says! And you said you'd work on it, but now you're not even talking to me in person? It's like we're talking online and you're just—bad at this. I'm not saying you're bad. It's just that—"
Can he fucking do anything right?
Chanyeol curses underneath his breath. He grabs the socks and gets off the floor.
Apologize.
Just fucking do it—
"I'm sorry." For some reason, it's really hard to apologize... especially when it's not for the same reason the latter thinks. "Now can we move on? I really don't feel like talking about this anymore."
