Byun Baekhyun has a problem. It’s a pretty big problem, he’d say. About one hundred and eighty two centimeters big with round eyes and hair the coordi noonas won’t stop experimenting on.
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If it sounds uncomfortable and just more than a little bit awkward, that’s because it is. Chanyeol hasn’t mastered the art of personal space. Or a poker face. Or even how to laugh without looking like those witches from childhood storybooks
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Chanyeol is with him every day for several hours at a time and he’s…tall. It’s hard to ignore someone that tall, especially when said tall person happens to be everywhere you are.
That's like trying to ignore a walking tree--one can't help but stare at it!
Er.
Or something.
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“I’m not really that much taller than you, am I?” Chanyeol asks later in their room, towel drying his hair.
Baekhyun stands, looking up at him, “….Yes.”
Chanyeol looks down, as if realizing for the first time just how massive he is. “Oh. Oh, wow, I’ve never noticed.” His smile is wide and carefree; Baekhyun wants to kiss it.
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But to Baekhyun’s own horror, his mouth doesn’t stop there. “So don’t ever say you’re not good looking because you, Park Chanyeol, you, you’re….”
Chanyeol turns to look at him, eyes wide. “I’m…?”
Baekhyun’s tongue seems to swell in his mouth, “You’re…” He clears his throat, “You’re very….Chanyeol.”
There’s a short silence.<..>
Then Chanyeol laughs, “You’re very Baekhyun too, maybe that’s why I like you so much.”