Maybe it’s true (I’m caught up on you) - 1/?
Title: Maybe it’s true (I’m caught up on you)
Main pairing: Chanyeol/girl!Baekhyun
Rating: overall PG13
Summary: If asked, Baekri would tell you that the most memorable event of her life was winning a contest dedicated to her favorite girl group and spending a day with them. In reality, she'd put it on the same level as her first meeting with her boyfriend, Chanyeol: it's just convenient that it happened on the same day.
A/N: curse LJ limits, i have to split the chapters even further (yay for more than 4 parts,then? ^^;;). If you stumble upon this post first, i suggest you check the masterpost for author notes and more or less important info to know before reading ♥
AO3 || AFF || DW
“I’ll be on a break!”
Baekri all but sprints to the backroom, without giving the head server the time to reply or possibly stop her. She passes the threshold with hunched shoulders, walks to her locker to retrieve her phone, then gets to the couch almost on her knees and flattens herself on it, not quite smothering herself but she is tempted. It has been a long day at the restaurant and difficult customers never failed to pop up: one would expect a respectable restaurant like the one she works at would have equally decent clients, but no such luck.
Baekri has only ten minutes to rest and she still has to take a leak, so she drags herself to the toilet, where she sits for the remainder of her break with her panties pooled at her ankles and her phone with a bulky Minnie Mouse case in her hands. The first app she taps is her email where, among some spam that managed to sneak past the filters and some college related ones, Baekri spots a familiar name in one of the objects.
CJ E&M -- A SONG FOR SOSHI - WINNER ANNOUNCED
With trepidation, Baekri opens it.
CONGRATULATIONS!
MISS BYUN BAEK RI, You are the lucky WINNER of our contest A SONG FOR SOSHI!
As a reward, you will be able to spend an afternoon with the members of Girls’ Generation at the Millennium Seoul Hilton Hotel in Sowol-ro, Jung-gu, Seoul, on September 10th, h. 3PM...
Baekri is too busy screaming in joy to finish reading. Once she has regained some composure, and conscious her break is almost over, the euphoric girl quickly scans the rest of the email --instructions on how to proceed and an overused spiel just to give a bit of substance to the email; she already read the juicy part, so who cares. A knock on the door startles her.
“Hey, you okay in there?”
Oops. She must’ve shouted too loudly, if one of the other waiters came to check on her.
“Yes, sorry about that--”
“Good, because The Mastiff is fidgety, you better go back,” the disembodied voice of her coworker warns from the other side of the stall. Baekri rolls her eyes and mutters a quick okay, okay before giving a last elated glance at her phone and returning to the dining room with a skip in her step.
Baekri’s shift is finally over and, after convincing one of the busboys to give her a lift (fluttering eyelashes and strategically placed arms to make her boobs look more enticing may have played a crucial part), she can now melt on her bed, precious smartphone secure in her grasp and email app in the foreground so it’s available every time she unlocks the screen.
She has learned the content of the email by heart, even the parts she didn’t read in her initial euphoria. Now the girl knows she has to sign in her MNET account with a special code provided, accept several conditions of privacy and whatnot, print both that and the winner announcement email and sign them, and show everything to the idols’ manager.
Two days can’t pass fast enough! Luckily, Baekri managed to get her free day for that thursday, with little complaints from the head server, so she can sigh in relief; her only concern is for some asshat to fall ill exactly that day and she’d be called urgently to fill their shift. Fuck that.
(As for her lessons, neither tests nor papers are due that day. She will mooch notes off someone.)
To distract herself from worrying too much about a possible non-issue, Baekri speed-dials her best friend -- being unable to tell Junghwa sooner about the great news has been hell for Baekri, but now she can sQUEAL ANNOYINGLY IN HER FRIEND’S EAR to her heart’s content.
“‘llo?” comes a muffled greeting. Baekri, taken aback, looks at her phone to be sure she didn’t accidentally ring someone else and to belatedly check the time: yeah, it’s not a really appropriate hour to call, but Junghwa should still be up…
“---ri?”
Baekri quickly brings the phone back to her ear. “Junghwa, hey! Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, but thanks for calling, ‘cause I just fell asleep on my baroque music notes,” Junghwa manages to drawl between a yawn and another.
“Mhm,” Baekri mumbles in half-hearted interest, mind somewhere else. “Oh, hey, have you heard the latest?”
“What?”
“I WON THE SOSHI CONTEST!!!” Baekri screeches, uncaring of the fact it’s 2 in the morning and her neighbors have never been her biggest fans. Junghwa, understandably, pulls her phone away from her ear, but the mic catches a chuckle as soon as it’s back in the range.
“I knew you could do it! So, what did you win?” she asks, as if her friend hasn’t described high and low her plans for…
“An afternoon with Girls’ Generation! We would drink tea, gossip about other idols, take many pictures together...” Baekri lists enthusiastically, the stress she felt while preparing for and recording an a capella medley of her favorite songs of the group, as well as the long wait for the contest entries to be scrutinized, a distant memory.
“Please come with me!” she pleads, suddenly nervous at the prospect of meeting her goddesses. Her friend’s gigglesnort was expected. “YAH! Kim Junghwa!”
“Yes, yes!” Junghwa accepts, wiping away tears of mirth, “You’ll tell me more tomorrow, now let me go to sleep.”
“Hmph, okay,” Baekri pouts, but a smile is quick to reappear on her face as she gushes, “Can you believe it? I’m going to be close to Girls’ Generation!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Junghwa snorts playfully, before exaggerating a yawn. “Night, Ri. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye--! Little shit, she hung up on me.”
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Main pairing: Chanyeol/girl!Baekhyun
Rating: overall PG13
Summary: If asked, Baekri would tell you that the most memorable event of her life was winning a contest dedicated to her favorite girl group and spending a day with them. In reality, she'd put it on the same level as her first meeting with her boyfriend, Chanyeol: it's just convenient that it happened on the same day.
A/N: curse LJ limits, i have to split the chapters even further (yay for more than 4 parts,then? ^^;;). If you stumble upon this post first, i suggest you check the masterpost for author notes and more or less important info to know before reading ♥
AO3 || AFF || DW
“I’ll be on a break!”
Baekri all but sprints to the backroom, without giving the head server the time to reply or possibly stop her. She passes the threshold with hunched shoulders, walks to her locker to retrieve her phone, then gets to the couch almost on her knees and flattens herself on it, not quite smothering herself but she is tempted. It has been a long day at the restaurant and difficult customers never failed to pop up: one would expect a respectable restaurant like the one she works at would have equally decent clients, but no such luck.
Baekri has only ten minutes to rest and she still has to take a leak, so she drags herself to the toilet, where she sits for the remainder of her break with her panties pooled at her ankles and her phone with a bulky Minnie Mouse case in her hands. The first app she taps is her email where, among some spam that managed to sneak past the filters and some college related ones, Baekri spots a familiar name in one of the objects.
CJ E&M -- A SONG FOR SOSHI - WINNER ANNOUNCED
With trepidation, Baekri opens it.
CONGRATULATIONS!
MISS BYUN BAEK RI, You are the lucky WINNER of our contest A SONG FOR SOSHI!
As a reward, you will be able to spend an afternoon with the members of Girls’ Generation at the Millennium Seoul Hilton Hotel in Sowol-ro, Jung-gu, Seoul, on September 10th, h. 3PM...
Baekri is too busy screaming in joy to finish reading. Once she has regained some composure, and conscious her break is almost over, the euphoric girl quickly scans the rest of the email --instructions on how to proceed and an overused spiel just to give a bit of substance to the email; she already read the juicy part, so who cares. A knock on the door startles her.
“Hey, you okay in there?”
Oops. She must’ve shouted too loudly, if one of the other waiters came to check on her.
“Yes, sorry about that--”
“Good, because The Mastiff is fidgety, you better go back,” the disembodied voice of her coworker warns from the other side of the stall. Baekri rolls her eyes and mutters a quick okay, okay before giving a last elated glance at her phone and returning to the dining room with a skip in her step.
Baekri’s shift is finally over and, after convincing one of the busboys to give her a lift (fluttering eyelashes and strategically placed arms to make her boobs look more enticing may have played a crucial part), she can now melt on her bed, precious smartphone secure in her grasp and email app in the foreground so it’s available every time she unlocks the screen.
She has learned the content of the email by heart, even the parts she didn’t read in her initial euphoria. Now the girl knows she has to sign in her MNET account with a special code provided, accept several conditions of privacy and whatnot, print both that and the winner announcement email and sign them, and show everything to the idols’ manager.
Two days can’t pass fast enough! Luckily, Baekri managed to get her free day for that thursday, with little complaints from the head server, so she can sigh in relief; her only concern is for some asshat to fall ill exactly that day and she’d be called urgently to fill their shift. Fuck that.
(As for her lessons, neither tests nor papers are due that day. She will mooch notes off someone.)
To distract herself from worrying too much about a possible non-issue, Baekri speed-dials her best friend -- being unable to tell Junghwa sooner about the great news has been hell for Baekri, but now she can sQUEAL ANNOYINGLY IN HER FRIEND’S EAR to her heart’s content.
“‘llo?” comes a muffled greeting. Baekri, taken aback, looks at her phone to be sure she didn’t accidentally ring someone else and to belatedly check the time: yeah, it’s not a really appropriate hour to call, but Junghwa should still be up…
“---ri?”
Baekri quickly brings the phone back to her ear. “Junghwa, hey! Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, but thanks for calling, ‘cause I just fell asleep on my baroque music notes,” Junghwa manages to drawl between a yawn and another.
“Mhm,” Baekri mumbles in half-hearted interest, mind somewhere else. “Oh, hey, have you heard the latest?”
“What?”
“I WON THE SOSHI CONTEST!!!” Baekri screeches, uncaring of the fact it’s 2 in the morning and her neighbors have never been her biggest fans. Junghwa, understandably, pulls her phone away from her ear, but the mic catches a chuckle as soon as it’s back in the range.
“I knew you could do it! So, what did you win?” she asks, as if her friend hasn’t described high and low her plans for…
“An afternoon with Girls’ Generation! We would drink tea, gossip about other idols, take many pictures together...” Baekri lists enthusiastically, the stress she felt while preparing for and recording an a capella medley of her favorite songs of the group, as well as the long wait for the contest entries to be scrutinized, a distant memory.
“Please come with me!” she pleads, suddenly nervous at the prospect of meeting her goddesses. Her friend’s gigglesnort was expected. “YAH! Kim Junghwa!”
“Yes, yes!” Junghwa accepts, wiping away tears of mirth, “You’ll tell me more tomorrow, now let me go to sleep.”
“Hmph, okay,” Baekri pouts, but a smile is quick to reappear on her face as she gushes, “Can you believe it? I’m going to be close to Girls’ Generation!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Junghwa snorts playfully, before exaggerating a yawn. “Night, Ri. See you tomorrow.”
“Bye--! Little shit, she hung up on me.”
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