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Baekhyun swung his legs back and forth as he pulled his scarf up to his nose in an attempt to warm his red cheeks that were reacting harshly to the cold, winter breeze.
                          
Once again, he checked his phone for any messages, but still, there was no sight of Chanyeol popping up on his screen.
                          
Maybe he was just not used to the weather being like this, but the several layers of clothing covering his body was not enough to keep him warm and cosy.
                          
'Come on, Chanyeolie.. Where are you..?' He muttered, teeth chattering and knees wobbling.
                          
The other male was only fifteen minutes late, but Baekhyun couldn't help but feel anxious; his head kept telling him it wasn't worth it, this was all a joke and he should just go back home.
                          
Although, there was still a tiny bit of hope left in him, not wanting to give up just yet.
                          
'Behind you, shortie.' A deep voice chuckled, making him turn around.
                          
Baekhyun grinned, eyes crinkling in joy and excitement as he literally skipped over to Chanyeol.
                          
'Your voice is lovely, please talk to me.'
                          
The smaller male paused for a moment, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong if he attempted to speak, but he sighed nonetheless.
                          
'I might as well try.. I really can't be bothered to write in my notebook again. It's too cold to do anything and my gloves can't grip onto the pen properly, anyway.'
                          
Chanyeol's jaw almost dropped to the floor; his voice was so gentle and velvety, he regretted not asking to hear it earlier.
                          
A smile creeped up on his face when Baekhyun blushed.
                          
'You're a real chatter box.'
                          
Baekhyun's smile faltered.
                          
'This is exactly what I feared..' His voice barely even came out as a whisper this time - Chanyeol was lucky enough to hear it with his big ass ears.
                          
'Ah, but you didn't let me finish! You may be a chatter box, but I like it. It's better to talk to someone who's lively and likes to ramble on, you know?'
                          
Chanyeol didn't even let him reply when he spoke up again, his lips curling into a small smirk.
                          
'What I'm trying to say is that whenever you have something to say, don't be afraid to tell me. Your voice is soothing to my ears.'
                          
Baekhyun blushed more, if that was even considered possible at this point, and his hands squeezed tightly into small fists inside of his pockets as he tried to stop himself from squealing or just making any noise in general.
                          
Even if that sentence was unintentional, Chanyeol was definitely a huge flirt, whether he meant it or not.
                          
Your voice is soothing to my ears.
                          
It was like a line from a poem, a very cheesy one to be specific.
                          
Baekhyun liked it, though.
                          
'You don't even find my voice at least a little bit annoying?' He asked, pulling out a hand and spacing his index finger and thumb the slightest bit away from each other to emphasise the word little. 
                          
'Not at all! If anything, my voice is the annoying one here. It's loud and will literally make your ears bleed. It even echoes, somehow.'
                          
Except Baekhyun thought differently, Chanyeol's voice was incredibly loud, of course, but that was just a sign of confidence, which made him smile.