Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year
Title: Kris Wu, Hottie of the Year
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Kris is a cool guy and guys like Baekhyun, all cute and nerdy with oversized sweaters and glasses, aren't his style.
Kris does not like Baekhyun.
And so he most definitely doesn't camp in the school's library, crouching behind a low bookshelf as he watches the petite boy finish yet another set of homework. Baekhyun sneezes, and his black-rimmed glasses droop down his nose a little. He wrinkles his nose before pushing his frames back up. Kris squeals internally, and captures this scene as 'Baekhyun's Cute Moment #573910' to save it for eternal storage at the back of his mind.
"Dude, you are pathetic."
Kris jerk backwards at the sudden voice beside him and he will never admit that he had let out a small yelp of surprise.
"Chanyeol," he hisses, "what the hell are you doing here."
Chanyeol grins and shifts his vision from Kris to the boy sitting across the library. "Watching you deal with your not-very-subtle crush."
"I do not have a crush."
"Then why are you squatting behind a shelf staring longingly at Baekhyun over there in all his orange striped sweater glory?" Chanyeol asks, casually pointing at said person.
Baekhyun looks really good in oversized sweater, Kris muses. Chanyeol, his basketball teammate chortles, and that's when he realises he had spoken out loud. He needs to invest in a brain-mouth filter for himself. He is going to check out ebay later to see if they sell it.
"I was just finding my book," Kris lamely explains in a voice he hope sounds like his basketball-team-captain tone. He randomly grabs one of the book from a nearby shelf and shoves it in Chanyeol's face. "Found it."
He's a second too late to realise that the book is actually in German.
Chanyeol gives him two sympathetic pats on the shoulder and says, "Stop being such a pussy and talk to him already."
Kris is going to talk to Baekhyun. Because he is not going to stand another basketball practice with Chanyeol making digs at his taste for 'short nerdy boys' and his 'inability to talk to them'. He is Kris, voted Hottie-of-the-Year by last year's yearbook committee. He is the reincarnation of Apollo.
He can do it.
He spots Baekhyun sitting alone in the cafeteria, spooning soup to his mouth with one hand while holding a book in another. Baekhyun is wearing a maroon sweater that is two size two big for himself and he looks so vulnerable and fragile, Kris wants to gently keep him in the safety of his pocket.
He hadn't realised that he has been silently standing in front of Baekhyun's table until Baekhyun looks up at him and asks, "Yes?"
Kris thinks he has heard people telling him to fuck off and die in a ditch with much more courtesy and emotion. "Can I sit here?"
Baekhyun glances around at the empty cafeteria with plenty of seats available. "Sure," he finally says and Kris sits down immediately.
"Hi."
"Hey."
…
"I'm Kris."
"Baekhyun."
"I know."
…
…
Baekhyun returns to his book a moment later and Kris inwardly curses himself for being such a flop.
"Uhm," he starts again and Baekhyun questioningly eyes him. He discreetly slips out a cue card from his pants and peeks at it. "Are you trash?"
"What?"
Baekhyun actually looks affronted and Kris panics, "Uhm, I guess I'll have to take you out."
The look on Baekhyun's face is a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief and Kris's creepy mind mentally takes a snapshot of this and saves it as 'Baekhyun's Cute Moment #600912".
He can't give up now, he finally got a chance to talk to Baekhyun and so he continues, "Did you grow up in a chicken farm?"
"No…?"
"Cause you know how to raise cock!"
By now, Baekhyun has closed his book and is now full-front staring at Kris.
I have his attention! Kris thinks to himself as he points to his white button-up and asks, "You know what material this is?"
"99% cotton, 1% polyester."
"How did you-" Kris stops himself from digressing,"I mean no, no. This, is boyfriend material."
Baekhyun blinks twice before stiffly standing up from his seat. "I have class."
Kris watches Baekhyun strut off and wonders to himself what he did wrong. Did Baekhyun not like his pick-up lines? He decides to chase after the smaller boy into the hallway.
"Hey, don't go!" Kris yells after him.
"I have class," Baekhyun repeats in a monotonous tone, vision kept straight in front of him.
They stop by Baekhyun's locker as Baekhyun fishes out the textbooks needed for his lessons, ignoring Kris's attempts at a conversation.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Kris pulls out a sunflower from nowhere and pushes it in front of Baekhyun's face. "Are you a general?"
"What the fu-"
"Cause you make my private stand."
"…"
It is deadly silent between them both.
Kris looks into Baekhyun's locker, sees a Rilakkuma plushie stuffed in a corner and chuckles, "Oh hey you like girl stuffed toys."
Baekhyun slams his locker and narrows his eyes. "Bye."
He walks off as Kris screams after him, "Hey no wait, you forgot your sunflower!"
Kris is not a creepy stalker no matter what Chanyeol tells him.
Chanyeol is pretty much a creep himself anyways and therefore his opinions are invalid and unnecessary. It is totally justified that Kris had waited for Baekhyun to finish his music class at 6pm so he could discreetly trail the petite boy back home with a respectable distance. It is not a violation of Baekhyun's privacy because all Kris wanted to know is where Baekhyun lived. That's all. Not like he was going to sneak into his house and watch him sleep or anything, of course not.
It is now 7pm. Baekhyun's room light is turned on and Kris is currently standing on his lawn.
"Baekhyun!" Kris shouts, hoping that he is loud enough for Baekhyun to hear him.
For a while, nothing happens until Baekhyun's balcony door slides open and Baekhyun steps out to the platform, eyes searching. He spots Kris on his lawn and hesitantly yells, "Kris? What the fuck are you doing at my house?"
"I'm proclaiming my love for you through a reflective rap," Kris replies, waving a piece of paper.
He purposefully deepens his voice, a rich baritone tone that weaves through the night sky. "This is for you, baby," he starts and Baekhyun cringes in disgust.
Uh-huh
Yeah
Every single second that i live, im thinkin of you.
How we met was destiny, our love is honestly true.
Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here
I want to be the one thats by your side through the years.
Kris has to stop his rapping midway through because Baekhyun is laughing so hard he has fallen to the floor, looking like he's having a seizure. Hearing that the rapping has stopped, Baekhyun shakily climbs up from the ground, face red in amusement.
He wipes his tear and shouts, "Go home, Kris."
The balcony is empty and Kris sighs despondently.
"Wait, are you for real?"
"As real as the pythagoras theorem," Baekhyun says, finishing another paragraph of his literature review.
"So what you're telling me," Jongdae inches closer, "Is that Kris. Kris, the basketball captain, Hottie of the Year last year, serenaded you Romeo-and-Juliet style last night?"
Baekhyun looks up and ponders for a moment, "Well if you put it that way, yes, yes he did."
Jongdae eyes him up and down and asks, "What does he see in you?"
"Good looks and intelligence, maybe?"
"And a complementary ego to match," Jongdae snorts, keeping away his completed homework. "So what are you going to do?"
Baekhyun smiles, "Ask him out maybe?"
Kris heaves yet another loud sigh, staring at his sandwich dejectedly. He has tried everything for the past week and Baekhyun still seems as indifferent to him as ever. He even drew a portrait of Baekhyun and left it in his locker, goddamn it!
He sighs again.
"Dude, stop." Chanyeol says through a mouthful of rice, "You're spreading your air of failure over here."
Kris glares over at his useless teammate.
"Hey."
Kris languidly turns his head over to the voice and immediately jolts back when he sees Baekhyun standing by their table, wearing yet another cute oversized white knitted sweater.
"Hey," Chanyeol answers, giving a little wave even.
"He's not talking to you!" Kris yells at Chanyeol, who raises his hands in mock defeat and scampers away from the table.
"Hi," Kris gives a small and careful smile even though his heart is beating so wildly he is going to get a heart attack and die. That would suck because there are no Baekhyuns in heaven and he doesn't want to spend the rest of his afterlife feeling lonely and Baekhyun-deprived.
"I received your portrait," Baekhyun begins, sitting opposite him. "It was really shitty."
Oh. Kris visibly frowns.
"But it's okay." Baekhyun continues, "So when do you want to start our tutoring sessions?"
Kris furrow his brows. "Tutoring sessions…?"
The smaller boy nods, "I refuse to date someone who is failing math, the simplest of all subjects."
If they were in a cartoon, Kris's eyeballs would have popped out of its sockets and he would have shat his heart out on his pants.
"W-we… are dating?"
Baekhyun tilts his head to the side, "Is there a problem?"
"N-no, no, I mean," Kris coughs and regains all the swag of a Hottie of the Year candidate, "You can't force me to be tutored by you."
On the inside, he is actually screaming SWEET BABY JESUS HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD I AM GOING TO CHURCH THIS SUNDAY.
Baekhyun smirks and leans forward, looking straight at Kris. In a hushed whisper, he says, "There are going to be plenty of rewards if you do well."
Kris wills his heart to slow down because this is not the time to die yet. He needs to live for his reward.
Sliding out of his seat, Baekhyun airily says, "Oh well, it's fine if you're not interested. Bye, captain."
Kris blinks and frantically jumps out of his seat and grabs Baekhyun's wrist.
"When are you free?"
A/N: This is was actually written for a prompt in exopromptmeme. I haven't really beta-ed it so just tell me if there are any mistakes, thank you. Also, this is like my 2nd time writing for EXO so I don't even know.
Pairing: Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,670
Summary: Kris is a cool guy and guys like Baekhyun, all cute and nerdy with oversized sweaters and glasses, aren't his style.
Kris does not like Baekhyun.
And so he most definitely doesn't camp in the school's library, crouching behind a low bookshelf as he watches the petite boy finish yet another set of homework. Baekhyun sneezes, and his black-rimmed glasses droop down his nose a little. He wrinkles his nose before pushing his frames back up. Kris squeals internally, and captures this scene as 'Baekhyun's Cute Moment #573910' to save it for eternal storage at the back of his mind.
"Dude, you are pathetic."
Kris jerk backwards at the sudden voice beside him and he will never admit that he had let out a small yelp of surprise.
"Chanyeol," he hisses, "what the hell are you doing here."
Chanyeol grins and shifts his vision from Kris to the boy sitting across the library. "Watching you deal with your not-very-subtle crush."
"I do not have a crush."
"Then why are you squatting behind a shelf staring longingly at Baekhyun over there in all his orange striped sweater glory?" Chanyeol asks, casually pointing at said person.
Baekhyun looks really good in oversized sweater, Kris muses. Chanyeol, his basketball teammate chortles, and that's when he realises he had spoken out loud. He needs to invest in a brain-mouth filter for himself. He is going to check out ebay later to see if they sell it.
"I was just finding my book," Kris lamely explains in a voice he hope sounds like his basketball-team-captain tone. He randomly grabs one of the book from a nearby shelf and shoves it in Chanyeol's face. "Found it."
He's a second too late to realise that the book is actually in German.
Chanyeol gives him two sympathetic pats on the shoulder and says, "Stop being such a pussy and talk to him already."
Kris is going to talk to Baekhyun. Because he is not going to stand another basketball practice with Chanyeol making digs at his taste for 'short nerdy boys' and his 'inability to talk to them'. He is Kris, voted Hottie-of-the-Year by last year's yearbook committee. He is the reincarnation of Apollo.
He can do it.
He spots Baekhyun sitting alone in the cafeteria, spooning soup to his mouth with one hand while holding a book in another. Baekhyun is wearing a maroon sweater that is two size two big for himself and he looks so vulnerable and fragile, Kris wants to gently keep him in the safety of his pocket.
He hadn't realised that he has been silently standing in front of Baekhyun's table until Baekhyun looks up at him and asks, "Yes?"
Kris thinks he has heard people telling him to fuck off and die in a ditch with much more courtesy and emotion. "Can I sit here?"
Baekhyun glances around at the empty cafeteria with plenty of seats available. "Sure," he finally says and Kris sits down immediately.
"Hi."
"Hey."
…
"I'm Kris."
"Baekhyun."
"I know."
…
…
Baekhyun returns to his book a moment later and Kris inwardly curses himself for being such a flop.
"Uhm," he starts again and Baekhyun questioningly eyes him. He discreetly slips out a cue card from his pants and peeks at it. "Are you trash?"
"What?"
Baekhyun actually looks affronted and Kris panics, "Uhm, I guess I'll have to take you out."
The look on Baekhyun's face is a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief and Kris's creepy mind mentally takes a snapshot of this and saves it as 'Baekhyun's Cute Moment #600912".
He can't give up now, he finally got a chance to talk to Baekhyun and so he continues, "Did you grow up in a chicken farm?"
"No…?"
"Cause you know how to raise cock!"
By now, Baekhyun has closed his book and is now full-front staring at Kris.
I have his attention! Kris thinks to himself as he points to his white button-up and asks, "You know what material this is?"
"99% cotton, 1% polyester."
"How did you-" Kris stops himself from digressing,"I mean no, no. This, is boyfriend material."
Baekhyun blinks twice before stiffly standing up from his seat. "I have class."
Kris watches Baekhyun strut off and wonders to himself what he did wrong. Did Baekhyun not like his pick-up lines? He decides to chase after the smaller boy into the hallway.
"Hey, don't go!" Kris yells after him.
"I have class," Baekhyun repeats in a monotonous tone, vision kept straight in front of him.
They stop by Baekhyun's locker as Baekhyun fishes out the textbooks needed for his lessons, ignoring Kris's attempts at a conversation.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. Kris pulls out a sunflower from nowhere and pushes it in front of Baekhyun's face. "Are you a general?"
"What the fu-"
"Cause you make my private stand."
"…"
It is deadly silent between them both.
Kris looks into Baekhyun's locker, sees a Rilakkuma plushie stuffed in a corner and chuckles, "Oh hey you like girl stuffed toys."
Baekhyun slams his locker and narrows his eyes. "Bye."
He walks off as Kris screams after him, "Hey no wait, you forgot your sunflower!"
Kris is not a creepy stalker no matter what Chanyeol tells him.
Chanyeol is pretty much a creep himself anyways and therefore his opinions are invalid and unnecessary. It is totally justified that Kris had waited for Baekhyun to finish his music class at 6pm so he could discreetly trail the petite boy back home with a respectable distance. It is not a violation of Baekhyun's privacy because all Kris wanted to know is where Baekhyun lived. That's all. Not like he was going to sneak into his house and watch him sleep or anything, of course not.
It is now 7pm. Baekhyun's room light is turned on and Kris is currently standing on his lawn.
"Baekhyun!" Kris shouts, hoping that he is loud enough for Baekhyun to hear him.
For a while, nothing happens until Baekhyun's balcony door slides open and Baekhyun steps out to the platform, eyes searching. He spots Kris on his lawn and hesitantly yells, "Kris? What the fuck are you doing at my house?"
"I'm proclaiming my love for you through a reflective rap," Kris replies, waving a piece of paper.
He purposefully deepens his voice, a rich baritone tone that weaves through the night sky. "This is for you, baby," he starts and Baekhyun cringes in disgust.
Uh-huh
Yeah
Every single second that i live, im thinkin of you.
How we met was destiny, our love is honestly true.
Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here
I want to be the one thats by your side through the years.
Kris has to stop his rapping midway through because Baekhyun is laughing so hard he has fallen to the floor, looking like he's having a seizure. Hearing that the rapping has stopped, Baekhyun shakily climbs up from the ground, face red in amusement.
He wipes his tear and shouts, "Go home, Kris."
The balcony is empty and Kris sighs despondently.
"Wait, are you for real?"
"As real as the pythagoras theorem," Baekhyun says, finishing another paragraph of his literature review.
"So what you're telling me," Jongdae inches closer, "Is that Kris. Kris, the basketball captain, Hottie of the Year last year, serenaded you Romeo-and-Juliet style last night?"
Baekhyun looks up and ponders for a moment, "Well if you put it that way, yes, yes he did."
Jongdae eyes him up and down and asks, "What does he see in you?"
"Good looks and intelligence, maybe?"
"And a complementary ego to match," Jongdae snorts, keeping away his completed homework. "So what are you going to do?"
Baekhyun smiles, "Ask him out maybe?"
Kris heaves yet another loud sigh, staring at his sandwich dejectedly. He has tried everything for the past week and Baekhyun still seems as indifferent to him as ever. He even drew a portrait of Baekhyun and left it in his locker, goddamn it!
He sighs again.
"Dude, stop." Chanyeol says through a mouthful of rice, "You're spreading your air of failure over here."
Kris glares over at his useless teammate.
"Hey."
Kris languidly turns his head over to the voice and immediately jolts back when he sees Baekhyun standing by their table, wearing yet another cute oversized white knitted sweater.
"Hey," Chanyeol answers, giving a little wave even.
"He's not talking to you!" Kris yells at Chanyeol, who raises his hands in mock defeat and scampers away from the table.
"Hi," Kris gives a small and careful smile even though his heart is beating so wildly he is going to get a heart attack and die. That would suck because there are no Baekhyuns in heaven and he doesn't want to spend the rest of his afterlife feeling lonely and Baekhyun-deprived.
"I received your portrait," Baekhyun begins, sitting opposite him. "It was really shitty."
Oh. Kris visibly frowns.
"But it's okay." Baekhyun continues, "So when do you want to start our tutoring sessions?"
Kris furrow his brows. "Tutoring sessions…?"
The smaller boy nods, "I refuse to date someone who is failing math, the simplest of all subjects."
If they were in a cartoon, Kris's eyeballs would have popped out of its sockets and he would have shat his heart out on his pants.
"W-we… are dating?"
Baekhyun tilts his head to the side, "Is there a problem?"
"N-no, no, I mean," Kris coughs and regains all the swag of a Hottie of the Year candidate, "You can't force me to be tutored by you."
On the inside, he is actually screaming SWEET BABY JESUS HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD I AM GOING TO CHURCH THIS SUNDAY.
Baekhyun smirks and leans forward, looking straight at Kris. In a hushed whisper, he says, "There are going to be plenty of rewards if you do well."
Kris wills his heart to slow down because this is not the time to die yet. He needs to live for his reward.
Sliding out of his seat, Baekhyun airily says, "Oh well, it's fine if you're not interested. Bye, captain."
Kris blinks and frantically jumps out of his seat and grabs Baekhyun's wrist.
"When are you free?"
A/N: This is was actually written for a prompt in exopromptmeme. I haven't really beta-ed it so just tell me if there are any mistakes, thank you. Also, this is like my 2nd time writing for EXO so I don't even know.