royals
Title: royals
Rating: g
Member/Pairing: chanbaek
Genre: fluff, humour
Length: oneshot, drabble, 1335w
Summary: baekhyun thinks he's king of the world when he reaches the top of the hill, but he doesn't realize the true meaning of being king until...
It happened in the late summer of 2012. The burning sun proved no match for their brazen faces. The breeze blowing against their faces, the wind deafening their ears ; it was glorious. They were rulers of the hill, rulers of the world.
Baekhyun met Chanyeol on the 29th of July. It was a day like any other, he'd gotten bored of surfing the net, chatting with his friends and he'd run out of lives on Candy Crush. Feeling restless, he decided to take his old but trusty bike out for a ride. It was a gift from his father on his 13th birthday. Three years down the road and it's still in great condition thanks to a little love and grease.
He started slow on the paved road outside his house, down the neighborhood but then he came to the hills and he really had to push himself. The sweat trickled down his neck and the heat was unbearable but he pushed and he pushed because he knew that at the end, the downhill thrill would be worth it. As soon as he had reached the top of the hill, he shouted out in relief.
"I'm the KING OF THE WORLD!!!!!!" Lungs expanding, throat widening, voice cracking and breath gasping, the small, scrawny boy from a small neighborhood claimed he was "king of the world".
As he relished in his grand achievement, he heard a snicker come from the bushes beside. He turned his head, sharp and quick and scanned with eyes that were just as sharp, ready to kill the sneaky little kid who clearly didn't know the meaning of hard work. It's not easy to climb up that damn hill, you know, he thought to himself.
His eyes swayed left and right until finally, he spotted him. The little rascal. He was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts and was leaning against the telephone line pole, sucking on a red popsicle, bicycle at his side.
Look at him with his backwards cap trying to be cool. And that red popsicle, oh my god, that is so 8 years old, how immature can you get oh my god. Baekhyun knew he had this guy hands down. No biggie. The rascal had lame written all over him while Baekhyun, had cool.
"Did you just laugh at me?" Baekhyun questioned, eyes squinting, focusing and ready to pounce on the lame ass kid.
"Do I look like I have that much time on my hands? Psht. Who has time for a lame-o like you?" the kid retorted, snidely.
"….Yes," Baekhyun replied, not knowing what else to say really, "As a matter of fact, you do."
"Well, then your eyes must now be working very well. King of the world? Please, I can do this hill up and down a hundred times before you can even get onto your bike," the cool-kid-wannabe said.
"A hundred times you say? Well your brain mustn't be working very well because you obviously can't count. Time, speed and distance. Do the maths, kid. It's impossible."
"You're the stupid one. Don't you know the word 'exaggeration'? People use it to emphasize their points. You wouldn't know since you never have any substantial ones anyway," he shrugs and scoffs.
"I do too! Let's settle this, man-to-man. Oh wait, are you even a man?" Baekhyun challenges.
"If we're even questioning the presence of male genitals, I think the suspicion should be more on you. What real guy wears pink?"
"Oh nononono, you have it all wrong," Baekhyun replies with a death glare.
The two of them push their bicycles down to the bottom of the hill and prepare for the deciding race of their lives. Baekhyun's mind is all rattled and he's fuming. All he can think about is how annoying this kid is. I mean, who does he think he is, calling me out for wearing pink? Oh my god, he has no fashion sense whatever and he thinks he can judge me, excuse me, oh my god, this kid, please. SAVE ME. On the other hand, his opponent is as cool as a cucumber, even on that hot summer's day, literally, he wasn't even sweating. Even that freaked Baekhyun out. Anyway, he strolled down the hill, one loose grip on the steering handle and the other hand preoccupied with the red popsicle. His thoughts were simple compared to Baekhyun. This is going to be a piece of cake, ooh yum, cake.
After some time, they'd finally reached the bottom of the hill and then turned around, ready to fight to the finish.
"It's easy, clear, set. We push off on 'Go!' and whoever reaches the top first, wins. Okay?" Baekhyun clears up before they start.
"Piece of cake, bro. Be ready to get smashed."
"Oh yeah? Well, get ready to be caked.. I mean.. killed. no I don't mean oh my god y'know what let's just go."
With that, basketball-shorts kid sped off.
"Dude, what the hell?! Are you cheating me?"
"You said go!" His annoying voice trailing off in the air as he distanced himself a good couple of meters ahead.
"Damn kid, can't even play fair," Baekhyun says to himself as he too sets his feet on the pedal and pushes off.
They push and push and those leg muscles just keep working at it. The heat of the day is nothing compared to the heat of the competition. Though off to an unlucky start, Baekhyun managed to catch up when basketball-shorts kid hit a pothole in his route. It's neck-to-neck and neither one is letting off. The minute one gets the slightest edge, the other catches up right away. Scrunched up faces, sweaty necks and the burning passion to win. It's youth in a picture.
Somewhere along the three-quarter mark, they're screaming out in frustration, as if the louder they screamed, the more power they would have. And finally, after all that legwork, they reached the top of the hill. The momentum got to them though and instead of stopping there, they sped downhill immediately. Screams of frustration and anger turned into shouts of cheer and joy. The wind swept clean the slates of competition and the barriers of judgement and left instead, a bubble of fun.
By the time their joyride had come to and end, they were both in laughing fits, passed out on the pavement, breaths heavy but hearts light.
"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," Baekhyun says, in between gasps for air.
"Me neither," basketball-shorts kid says.
"Thanks, uhh.."
"Chanyeol."
"Huh?"
"My name.. it's Chanyeol."
"Oh, thanks Chanyeol."
"And thank you…"
"Baekhyun."
"What?"
"My name. Baekhyun."
"Oh, right, thanks Baekhyun."
"You're welcome. And just so you know, pink is the new manly. You should try it, basketball-shorts. Do you even play basketball?"
"Of course I do. My brother Kris takes me to the court every week."
"Hm, no wonder you're so tall."
"Haha, don't worry, it's in my genes."
"Seriously? Can I borrow them sometime?"
"….uh, … I don't…quite…know what you mean by that…………."
"You don't know what borrowing means? It's like when you give something to someone tempor-"
"Oh, nono, I know what borrowing means but if you want to borrow my genes… … does that mean.. like.. you wanna.. kiss me or something …"
"WHAT?!!?!?!??!?!?! What does borrowing your… oh. I get it. Ok. No. I meant, ugh know what, never mind." Baekhyun decided to let it go, he had enough arguments for one day and the heat was getting to him.
As they lay on the pavement, eyes staring out, challenging the blinding yellow of the summer sun, they shook hands as worthy competitors do and then they exchanged an intricate, styled-up high-five, as best friends do.
They spent the remaining days of summer bonding over ice cream at the local parlor, more cycling competitions and even basketball games (which Baekhyun isn't really that good at but Chanyeol doesn't say anything ; he bends the rules a little for him). At the end of summer, Baekhyun realizes that on that fine day, July 29th, when he'd reached the top of the hill, he wasn't really king of the world. He'd found the meaning of that feeling, when he'd found a best friend to rule it with.
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, forged between an unlikely pair who started out as enemies, grew to be friends and ended up as royals.
*a/n: lol i feel title and summary are so misleading lol. title deserves a better post omg but anyway i like it bla. haven't written in so long, glad to be back. :)
Rating: g
Member/Pairing: chanbaek
Genre: fluff, humour
Length: oneshot, drabble, 1335w
Summary: baekhyun thinks he's king of the world when he reaches the top of the hill, but he doesn't realize the true meaning of being king until...
It happened in the late summer of 2012. The burning sun proved no match for their brazen faces. The breeze blowing against their faces, the wind deafening their ears ; it was glorious. They were rulers of the hill, rulers of the world.
Baekhyun met Chanyeol on the 29th of July. It was a day like any other, he'd gotten bored of surfing the net, chatting with his friends and he'd run out of lives on Candy Crush. Feeling restless, he decided to take his old but trusty bike out for a ride. It was a gift from his father on his 13th birthday. Three years down the road and it's still in great condition thanks to a little love and grease.
He started slow on the paved road outside his house, down the neighborhood but then he came to the hills and he really had to push himself. The sweat trickled down his neck and the heat was unbearable but he pushed and he pushed because he knew that at the end, the downhill thrill would be worth it. As soon as he had reached the top of the hill, he shouted out in relief.
"I'm the KING OF THE WORLD!!!!!!" Lungs expanding, throat widening, voice cracking and breath gasping, the small, scrawny boy from a small neighborhood claimed he was "king of the world".
As he relished in his grand achievement, he heard a snicker come from the bushes beside. He turned his head, sharp and quick and scanned with eyes that were just as sharp, ready to kill the sneaky little kid who clearly didn't know the meaning of hard work. It's not easy to climb up that damn hill, you know, he thought to himself.
His eyes swayed left and right until finally, he spotted him. The little rascal. He was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts and was leaning against the telephone line pole, sucking on a red popsicle, bicycle at his side.
Look at him with his backwards cap trying to be cool. And that red popsicle, oh my god, that is so 8 years old, how immature can you get oh my god. Baekhyun knew he had this guy hands down. No biggie. The rascal had lame written all over him while Baekhyun, had cool.
"Did you just laugh at me?" Baekhyun questioned, eyes squinting, focusing and ready to pounce on the lame ass kid.
"Do I look like I have that much time on my hands? Psht. Who has time for a lame-o like you?" the kid retorted, snidely.
"….Yes," Baekhyun replied, not knowing what else to say really, "As a matter of fact, you do."
"Well, then your eyes must now be working very well. King of the world? Please, I can do this hill up and down a hundred times before you can even get onto your bike," the cool-kid-wannabe said.
"A hundred times you say? Well your brain mustn't be working very well because you obviously can't count. Time, speed and distance. Do the maths, kid. It's impossible."
"You're the stupid one. Don't you know the word 'exaggeration'? People use it to emphasize their points. You wouldn't know since you never have any substantial ones anyway," he shrugs and scoffs.
"I do too! Let's settle this, man-to-man. Oh wait, are you even a man?" Baekhyun challenges.
"If we're even questioning the presence of male genitals, I think the suspicion should be more on you. What real guy wears pink?"
"Oh nononono, you have it all wrong," Baekhyun replies with a death glare.
The two of them push their bicycles down to the bottom of the hill and prepare for the deciding race of their lives. Baekhyun's mind is all rattled and he's fuming. All he can think about is how annoying this kid is. I mean, who does he think he is, calling me out for wearing pink? Oh my god, he has no fashion sense whatever and he thinks he can judge me, excuse me, oh my god, this kid, please. SAVE ME. On the other hand, his opponent is as cool as a cucumber, even on that hot summer's day, literally, he wasn't even sweating. Even that freaked Baekhyun out. Anyway, he strolled down the hill, one loose grip on the steering handle and the other hand preoccupied with the red popsicle. His thoughts were simple compared to Baekhyun. This is going to be a piece of cake, ooh yum, cake.
After some time, they'd finally reached the bottom of the hill and then turned around, ready to fight to the finish.
"It's easy, clear, set. We push off on 'Go!' and whoever reaches the top first, wins. Okay?" Baekhyun clears up before they start.
"Piece of cake, bro. Be ready to get smashed."
"Oh yeah? Well, get ready to be caked.. I mean.. killed. no I don't mean oh my god y'know what let's just go."
With that, basketball-shorts kid sped off.
"Dude, what the hell?! Are you cheating me?"
"You said go!" His annoying voice trailing off in the air as he distanced himself a good couple of meters ahead.
"Damn kid, can't even play fair," Baekhyun says to himself as he too sets his feet on the pedal and pushes off.
They push and push and those leg muscles just keep working at it. The heat of the day is nothing compared to the heat of the competition. Though off to an unlucky start, Baekhyun managed to catch up when basketball-shorts kid hit a pothole in his route. It's neck-to-neck and neither one is letting off. The minute one gets the slightest edge, the other catches up right away. Scrunched up faces, sweaty necks and the burning passion to win. It's youth in a picture.
Somewhere along the three-quarter mark, they're screaming out in frustration, as if the louder they screamed, the more power they would have. And finally, after all that legwork, they reached the top of the hill. The momentum got to them though and instead of stopping there, they sped downhill immediately. Screams of frustration and anger turned into shouts of cheer and joy. The wind swept clean the slates of competition and the barriers of judgement and left instead, a bubble of fun.
By the time their joyride had come to and end, they were both in laughing fits, passed out on the pavement, breaths heavy but hearts light.
"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," Baekhyun says, in between gasps for air.
"Me neither," basketball-shorts kid says.
"Thanks, uhh.."
"Chanyeol."
"Huh?"
"My name.. it's Chanyeol."
"Oh, thanks Chanyeol."
"And thank you…"
"Baekhyun."
"What?"
"My name. Baekhyun."
"Oh, right, thanks Baekhyun."
"You're welcome. And just so you know, pink is the new manly. You should try it, basketball-shorts. Do you even play basketball?"
"Of course I do. My brother Kris takes me to the court every week."
"Hm, no wonder you're so tall."
"Haha, don't worry, it's in my genes."
"Seriously? Can I borrow them sometime?"
"….uh, … I don't…quite…know what you mean by that…………."
"You don't know what borrowing means? It's like when you give something to someone tempor-"
"Oh, nono, I know what borrowing means but if you want to borrow my genes… … does that mean.. like.. you wanna.. kiss me or something …"
"WHAT?!!?!?!??!?!?! What does borrowing your… oh. I get it. Ok. No. I meant, ugh know what, never mind." Baekhyun decided to let it go, he had enough arguments for one day and the heat was getting to him.
As they lay on the pavement, eyes staring out, challenging the blinding yellow of the summer sun, they shook hands as worthy competitors do and then they exchanged an intricate, styled-up high-five, as best friends do.
They spent the remaining days of summer bonding over ice cream at the local parlor, more cycling competitions and even basketball games (which Baekhyun isn't really that good at but Chanyeol doesn't say anything ; he bends the rules a little for him). At the end of summer, Baekhyun realizes that on that fine day, July 29th, when he'd reached the top of the hill, he wasn't really king of the world. He'd found the meaning of that feeling, when he'd found a best friend to rule it with.
That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, forged between an unlikely pair who started out as enemies, grew to be friends and ended up as royals.
*a/n: lol i feel title and summary are so misleading lol. title deserves a better post omg but anyway i like it bla. haven't written in so long, glad to be back. :)