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Baekhyun has always hated his height. Why? He was always the arm rest, the one near the front of the line, the one feeling weird when he went on a date with a girl in high heels, it was totally and truly unfair. It didn't help that his supposed best friend always gave him a tough time for it. Like now, for example:
"Hey, how's the weather down there?"
"Chanyeol, not now."
"No, I'm being serious. If I get hit by the sunlight sooner than you, does that mean I get warmer than you?"
"Chanyeol."
"So then it's colder down there and--"
"Why can we never just have a peaceful afternoon, you giant?!"
The stupid guy just grinned. "Because I'm a giant."
He didn't know if he should continue. His life wasn't particularly great, nor was it particularly horrible; but he wasn't satisfied either. What was wrong? He didn't know. But he wanted to do something about it.