you're my favorite
You're My Favorite
Baekhyun/Chanyeol; PG; 1300w
a/n: it hurt my heart to see them cry in the past 2 days ;; lapslock bc i wrote this on my phone
chanyeol isn't much of a crier. he's the official happy virus of exo because he's more prone to smile with all teeth than to break down in front of thousands of fans. sure he cried that one time on national tv, but beside that, he rarely let's himself go in front of a crowd.
which is why it comes as a surprise when chanyeol can barely finish his ending speech before his voice cracks and his cheeks are covered with tears.
half of the fans are wailing in a domino effect at the sight of his moment of weakness, chanting, "don't cry." the other half are at a loss of what to do, mouths slightly agape as joonmyun, minseok, jongdae, and sehun awkwardly fidget under the blinding spotlights, wetness gathering in their eyes. chanyeol steps back into a patch of darkness, bringing his hands up to cover his face before he gives up the fight and sobs openly into his palms, uncaring whether he smears the makeup caked on his face.
several hands wrap around him and pat his back comfortingly and chanyeol berates himself for falling apart at their first concert before their comeback, a happy event. he knows he's crying from happiness though, happiness that comes with endless love that their fans have continued to provide through all the crap the ten of them plus the two who left have put them through.
the other nine members haven't said a word in the past two minutes and chanyeol wants, needs someone to say something to distract the audience from him. someone must have read his mind because the next thing he hears is the static of a mic and a soft breath. chanyeol spares a glance through his clammy fingers and sees baekhyun looking straight at him from the other side of the stage with a small upward tug on his lips. "those who have big eyes have a lot of tears."
chanyeol grins at this and he vaguely hears jongdae mumble, "bullshit," causing baekhyun to break eye contact to laugh with his eyes at jongdae. they go back to making comments and relaying messages to the fans, jongdae's voice chiming as he swears that tonight was the first time he has ever cried.
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long past the end of the show, when they're bare faced and freshly showered in the dorm, someone walks into chanyeol's room, the click of the door shutting following him. chanyeol doesn't move from his position on his bed, eyes closed but not yet asleep because he still feels the lingering buzz of adrenaline.
he can already guess who it is, but he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels two cold little circles fall on his eyelids. chanyeol shoots his eyes open and finds two cucumber slices resting on his shirt. looking further up, he sees baekhyun crouching over him with a close-lipped smile, the kind where one side of his mouth stretches higher than the other. it's chanyeol's favorite.
"for your eyes. don't want them to be puffy for tomorrow's show." baekhyun's voice nudges chanyeol out of his thoughts and he realizes baekhyun's referring to the cucumbers.
"i heard these actually don't have an effect. masseurs only use them for visuals." chanyeol scoots over towards the wall when baekhyun motions for him to make room so he can flop belly down beside him. chanyeol pops the vegetable slices into his mouth and chews to prove his point, chuckling when baekhyun's nose wrinkles cutely.
"well, i tried." he slides closer until he can throw an arm over chanyeol's stomach, squeezing lightly as he nuzzles his shoulder.
"i’ll say thank you because i appreciate your efforts to overcome your fear of cucumbers for the sake of my well being." chanyeol laughs when baekhyun tries to punch his arm, grabbing at his fist to instead fiddle with baekhyun's delicate fingers.
kyungsoo and jongin don't say anything when they walk in to crash on their own beds, but kyungsoo does lightly kick at baekhyun's ass - to which baekhyun punches back blindly and misses terribly - before crawling under his sheets.
jongin mumbles, "goodnight," and turns off the lights. chanyeol tugs the covers over him and the man currently latching onto him. the last thing he remembers before falling prey to heavy eyelids is baekhyun's warmth and his usual habit of sniffling and whining.
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baekhyun's the one to shed tears the next night and chanyeol rushes over between tao and jongdae, peeping at his best friend's hunched over figure with a smile on his face. he moves closer and the others make room for him so chanyeol can reach up and rub baekhyun's nape, fingers brushing through his hair. he sees baekhyun's reddening nose and the blotchy cheeks, knows where this sudden burst of emotion is coming from. he'd felt the same way the previous night, but he knows baekhyun holds a little something more because of a now broken relationship that drove him to temporary depression and building walls to shield people out.
chanyeol doesn't hesitate a few minutes later when baekhyun has calmed down, breathing into his mic, "those who have small eyes have lots of tears."
jongdae cracks up from a few feet away, high pitched melodious laugh sparking a light mood and chanyeol's face splits into what sehun calls "the ugliest laughing face i have ever seen" when baekhyun lunges for his throat. baekhyun's eyes are still dewy, but now he's smiling again and chanyeol feels like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
yixing lingers on the stage after they've performed mama and said their last words to thank the crowd. sehun walks ahead with an arm slung over jongin's shoulders and the others trail behind the maknaes. chanyeol and baekhyun are slow to tread to the dressing rooms, arms brushing every other second, unspoken words hanging between them.
baekhyun's the last to get in k’s van, waving at the screaming fans one last time before he shuts the door behind him and plops onto the leather seat beside chanyeol in the back. sehun's discussing what they should have for dinner with joonmyun who’s sitting turned around in the passenger seat. jongin and kyungsoo are in the middle, the younger resting his head on the other's shoulder.
the van takes off, leaving behind fading noise and baekhyun's fingers reach chanyeol's in the darkness. chanyeol squeezes wordlessly, bringing their clasped hands up to lightly brush his lips on the back of baekhyun's hand before dropping them back down to his lap.
sehun tries to argue that they should get pizza when another hand grips chanyeol's chin, pulling him to the right. baekhyun strains his neck up to kiss chanyeol with something that tastes like "thank you" and "you mean a lot to me." chanyeol grins against the push of lips and spares baekhyun the trouble by leaning down, pressing baekhyun into the tinted window to kiss him harder.
"hyung, they're making out again." sehun gets cuts off when kyungsoo turns around and bops him on the head, shushing him. joonmyun sighs, tiredly telling their manager to drive to the nearest pizza shop and jongin's fast asleep. someone turns on the radio softly to mask the wet sounds of lip locking coming from the back, which chanyeol tries to keep at a minimum by carefully tracing the seam of baekhyun’s mouth and his cute mole with his tongue.
they finally break apart once they run low on oxygen supply and their lips are bitten cherry red. baekhyun sticks his forehead against chanyeol's, eyes closed as he regains his breath, smile evident on his face. he speaks in a hushed whisper low enough to only be heard by chanyeol in such close proximity, "you're my favorite."
chanyeol slips further into the consuming force that is byun baekhyun.
"things will be better or forgotten as time passes"
i feel uneasy that these words won't comfort you
i want to hold you back, tell you to not leave
i know you can't believe in me because i broke the promise
however, i want to stay living, breathing beside you
i wish we could be happy again like in the beginning
thank you, i'm sorry, i love you
it's not enough to give you my all
my love, i'll protect you forever
yeah, just follow me
-- chanyeol's self-written rap lyrics in "promise"
Baekhyun/Chanyeol; PG; 1300w
a/n: it hurt my heart to see them cry in the past 2 days ;; lapslock bc i wrote this on my phone
chanyeol isn't much of a crier. he's the official happy virus of exo because he's more prone to smile with all teeth than to break down in front of thousands of fans. sure he cried that one time on national tv, but beside that, he rarely let's himself go in front of a crowd.
which is why it comes as a surprise when chanyeol can barely finish his ending speech before his voice cracks and his cheeks are covered with tears.
half of the fans are wailing in a domino effect at the sight of his moment of weakness, chanting, "don't cry." the other half are at a loss of what to do, mouths slightly agape as joonmyun, minseok, jongdae, and sehun awkwardly fidget under the blinding spotlights, wetness gathering in their eyes. chanyeol steps back into a patch of darkness, bringing his hands up to cover his face before he gives up the fight and sobs openly into his palms, uncaring whether he smears the makeup caked on his face.
several hands wrap around him and pat his back comfortingly and chanyeol berates himself for falling apart at their first concert before their comeback, a happy event. he knows he's crying from happiness though, happiness that comes with endless love that their fans have continued to provide through all the crap the ten of them plus the two who left have put them through.
the other nine members haven't said a word in the past two minutes and chanyeol wants, needs someone to say something to distract the audience from him. someone must have read his mind because the next thing he hears is the static of a mic and a soft breath. chanyeol spares a glance through his clammy fingers and sees baekhyun looking straight at him from the other side of the stage with a small upward tug on his lips. "those who have big eyes have a lot of tears."
chanyeol grins at this and he vaguely hears jongdae mumble, "bullshit," causing baekhyun to break eye contact to laugh with his eyes at jongdae. they go back to making comments and relaying messages to the fans, jongdae's voice chiming as he swears that tonight was the first time he has ever cried.
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long past the end of the show, when they're bare faced and freshly showered in the dorm, someone walks into chanyeol's room, the click of the door shutting following him. chanyeol doesn't move from his position on his bed, eyes closed but not yet asleep because he still feels the lingering buzz of adrenaline.
he can already guess who it is, but he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels two cold little circles fall on his eyelids. chanyeol shoots his eyes open and finds two cucumber slices resting on his shirt. looking further up, he sees baekhyun crouching over him with a close-lipped smile, the kind where one side of his mouth stretches higher than the other. it's chanyeol's favorite.
"for your eyes. don't want them to be puffy for tomorrow's show." baekhyun's voice nudges chanyeol out of his thoughts and he realizes baekhyun's referring to the cucumbers.
"i heard these actually don't have an effect. masseurs only use them for visuals." chanyeol scoots over towards the wall when baekhyun motions for him to make room so he can flop belly down beside him. chanyeol pops the vegetable slices into his mouth and chews to prove his point, chuckling when baekhyun's nose wrinkles cutely.
"well, i tried." he slides closer until he can throw an arm over chanyeol's stomach, squeezing lightly as he nuzzles his shoulder.
"i’ll say thank you because i appreciate your efforts to overcome your fear of cucumbers for the sake of my well being." chanyeol laughs when baekhyun tries to punch his arm, grabbing at his fist to instead fiddle with baekhyun's delicate fingers.
kyungsoo and jongin don't say anything when they walk in to crash on their own beds, but kyungsoo does lightly kick at baekhyun's ass - to which baekhyun punches back blindly and misses terribly - before crawling under his sheets.
jongin mumbles, "goodnight," and turns off the lights. chanyeol tugs the covers over him and the man currently latching onto him. the last thing he remembers before falling prey to heavy eyelids is baekhyun's warmth and his usual habit of sniffling and whining.
/////
baekhyun's the one to shed tears the next night and chanyeol rushes over between tao and jongdae, peeping at his best friend's hunched over figure with a smile on his face. he moves closer and the others make room for him so chanyeol can reach up and rub baekhyun's nape, fingers brushing through his hair. he sees baekhyun's reddening nose and the blotchy cheeks, knows where this sudden burst of emotion is coming from. he'd felt the same way the previous night, but he knows baekhyun holds a little something more because of a now broken relationship that drove him to temporary depression and building walls to shield people out.
chanyeol doesn't hesitate a few minutes later when baekhyun has calmed down, breathing into his mic, "those who have small eyes have lots of tears."
jongdae cracks up from a few feet away, high pitched melodious laugh sparking a light mood and chanyeol's face splits into what sehun calls "the ugliest laughing face i have ever seen" when baekhyun lunges for his throat. baekhyun's eyes are still dewy, but now he's smiling again and chanyeol feels like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
yixing lingers on the stage after they've performed mama and said their last words to thank the crowd. sehun walks ahead with an arm slung over jongin's shoulders and the others trail behind the maknaes. chanyeol and baekhyun are slow to tread to the dressing rooms, arms brushing every other second, unspoken words hanging between them.
baekhyun's the last to get in k’s van, waving at the screaming fans one last time before he shuts the door behind him and plops onto the leather seat beside chanyeol in the back. sehun's discussing what they should have for dinner with joonmyun who’s sitting turned around in the passenger seat. jongin and kyungsoo are in the middle, the younger resting his head on the other's shoulder.
the van takes off, leaving behind fading noise and baekhyun's fingers reach chanyeol's in the darkness. chanyeol squeezes wordlessly, bringing their clasped hands up to lightly brush his lips on the back of baekhyun's hand before dropping them back down to his lap.
sehun tries to argue that they should get pizza when another hand grips chanyeol's chin, pulling him to the right. baekhyun strains his neck up to kiss chanyeol with something that tastes like "thank you" and "you mean a lot to me." chanyeol grins against the push of lips and spares baekhyun the trouble by leaning down, pressing baekhyun into the tinted window to kiss him harder.
"hyung, they're making out again." sehun gets cuts off when kyungsoo turns around and bops him on the head, shushing him. joonmyun sighs, tiredly telling their manager to drive to the nearest pizza shop and jongin's fast asleep. someone turns on the radio softly to mask the wet sounds of lip locking coming from the back, which chanyeol tries to keep at a minimum by carefully tracing the seam of baekhyun’s mouth and his cute mole with his tongue.
they finally break apart once they run low on oxygen supply and their lips are bitten cherry red. baekhyun sticks his forehead against chanyeol's, eyes closed as he regains his breath, smile evident on his face. he speaks in a hushed whisper low enough to only be heard by chanyeol in such close proximity, "you're my favorite."
chanyeol slips further into the consuming force that is byun baekhyun.
"things will be better or forgotten as time passes"
i feel uneasy that these words won't comfort you
i want to hold you back, tell you to not leave
i know you can't believe in me because i broke the promise
however, i want to stay living, breathing beside you
i wish we could be happy again like in the beginning
thank you, i'm sorry, i love you
it's not enough to give you my all
my love, i'll protect you forever
yeah, just follow me
-- chanyeol's self-written rap lyrics in "promise"