a short little drabble i typed up during free period >_<

read the author notes at the end of the story please and enjoy!

The weather was getting cooler as Autumn sneaked into the Summer sun. Leaves were gradually turning yellow and falling off from trees, knitting a golden mattress on the pavement. People pull their collars closer to their cheeks, snuggling against the warm fabric; while the others drew their hoodies out from the bottom of their closet. The season was cool and had a sense of decay, but could still be considered as aesthetic and romantic if you look at the better side - no wonder Autumn was the favourite season of many.

The boys were having a rest in the midst of practicing and Yongguk decided to go out for grocery shopping with Himchan, while the maknaes played games together on their iPads. Away from the other members’ notice, Daehyun inched towards Youngjae on the floor with a small cylindrical tube hidden away from sight in his palm. The older boy pressed and rubbed his lips together to moisten them, seemingly preparing for something.

“What do you want, Dae,” Youngjae suddenly broke the silence while shifting away from the older boy, cautiously, expecting some kind of pranks from the serial prankster.

Daehyun was caught off guard and his face whitened.

“No-nothing,” he dismissed and folded his legs upwards for himself to hug.

Youngjae fixed his stare on Daehyun and turned to face him, observing his awkward sides. Daehyun looked away, fingers wrapping tight around the tube in his hands.

“What’s that in your hands?” Youngjae asked and Daehyun shook his head. “What’s in your hands!” The younger boy repeated and crawled towards Daehyun threateningly.

Afraid, Daehyun shifted backwards, backing off as the younger advanced. Yet, his back soon hit the wall and Youngjae smirked. Before the younger could snatch the tube in Daehyun’s hand, the older boy pushed Youngjae down to make him sit down, then crawled on top of him as a revenge. Quickly, Daehyun removed the cap of the tiny tube and smudged sticky substance all over Youngjae’s lips no matter how much the latter kicked and squirmed and struggled his way out.

“Stop wiggling you worm! You have such chapped lips you need chapstick!” Daehyun screamed and Youngjae frowned and groaned, hating his sticky lips. “Now keep this in your pockets,” the older continued, “and make sure you reapply whenever your lips are dry, ‘kay?”

Youngjae gave Daehyun a death glare, displeased with his defeat.