won't let you fall down
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
rating: pg
length: drabble | 750w
summary: chanyeol doesn’t cry often, but when he does, only baekhyun is allowed to see him. companion fic to this, but can also be read alone.
notes: bc baekyeol always seems like the noisy troublemaker couple to me & i guess they’re a lot more than that? also, the prev fic revolves around baekhyun so this one is chanyeol. like. a supplementary fic. yeah. lulz tbh idk.
so qt
the first time chanyeol cries in a long time, and it’s because of an happy event. how ironic, he thinks to himself. don’t people normally cry when they’re sad?
it’s their first win in the whole of their career so far, made infinitely precious by the cheers of the fans and the congratulatory messages offered by their sunbaes and the multicoloured confetti falling on them from above, showering them in a rain of gold and silver and bright lights. it’s only going to get better from here on, chanyeol smiles and whispers to his bandmates and grits his teeth because somehow when the mc had announced that “this week’s winner on MuBank is.... EXO!” he’d felt a surprised clenching in his heart, and he knows he’ll remember this date forever. 14th June 2013, their first win ever on a music show.
looking to the front, he spots his leader junmyeon, sobbing and breaking down into a mess of tears and snot and god-knows-what-else. swallowing down the lump in his throat, he edges forward, wraps one strong arm around junmyeon’s waist and whispers in his ear, “hyung, please don’t cry, you look really ugly when you cry.” but junmyeon continues bawling and chanyeol has no idea what to do so he steps haplessly back, blending seamlessly into the tall line. eyes roving the stage for his best friend, he spots baekhyun over by the side of the stage and goes over to join him, trying hard to get rid of the sour feeling in his eyes and nose. you can’t cry, he tells himself sternly, because you’re not called the happy virus for nothing. it’d be weird to see the happy virus cry, won’t it? and so he forces back his tears and tries to ignore the tightening in his throat and burning sensation in his large eyes, looking around desperately for something to distract him.
chanyeol’s almost relieved when the show ends - normally, he’d wish that the recording would go on forever, because normally he loves the shouts of fans and the love that they have for exo. yet today it’s even worse backstage, because it seems like everyone’s crying. looking around, chanyeol spots yixing bawling whereas jongin is huddled in a corner, hiding his face from the world with taemin trying to pry his hands away to snap a picture. even zitao looks like he’s on the verge of tears, and chanyeol’s throat tightens even further. fuck, he thinks to himself, i’m not going to cry. looking around, he searches for baekhyun yet again, wanting so desperately to have somebody to share his thoughts with; somebody to laugh with and chase away the strange melancholy settling inside of him.
and suddenly, baekhyun’s there beside him, standing slightly below his shoulder level, a hand around his waist (because chanyeol’s shoulders are too tall for him) and chanyeol laughs a little when he realises.
“hey, shut up, you,” baekhyun grins and jabs him in the ribs, but the sentiment lacks its usual bite and chanyeol knows somehow that baekhyun is probably a second away from bursting into happy tears, just like everyone else. the realisation hits him hard and he has to blink even more to chase away these mysterious tears, wanting nothing more than to go back to the dorms as quickly as possible so he can let everything out in the shower.
“hey, it’s okay to cry once in a while, you know. especially at a happy time like this,” somehow baekhyun’s noticed his rapid blinking and is now consoling him, the hand on his waist now shifting to the small of his back and rubbing the skin there in small circles. the motion is oddly soothing and chanyeol relaxes into it, trying hard to forget about everyone around him, all the tears and the stifled sobs.
“it’s fine, there aren’t any fans around to witness this. and come on, chanyeol, forget about all the ‘happy virus’ crap. it’s impossible for you to be smiling like a maniac 24/7. that would just be weird.”
an answering tear falls onto baekhyun’s other hand, leaving a trail as it slides down.
“it’s going to be okay, you huge idiot.” baekhyun whispers in his ear, yet his voice is oddly shaky and choked up and chanyeol finally gives up on trying to wipe away the tears now rapidly streaming down his face.
"thanks," he sniffs, and baekhyun smiles before answering, "anytime."
(the moment is broken when jongdae walks by and snarks, “are the two of you finally quiet? well, that’s a start,” before throwing a packet of tissues in their face.)
fin.
rating: pg
length: drabble | 750w
summary: chanyeol doesn’t cry often, but when he does, only baekhyun is allowed to see him. companion fic to this, but can also be read alone.
notes: bc baekyeol always seems like the noisy troublemaker couple to me & i guess they’re a lot more than that? also, the prev fic revolves around baekhyun so this one is chanyeol. like. a supplementary fic. yeah. lulz tbh idk.
so qt
the first time chanyeol cries in a long time, and it’s because of an happy event. how ironic, he thinks to himself. don’t people normally cry when they’re sad?
it’s their first win in the whole of their career so far, made infinitely precious by the cheers of the fans and the congratulatory messages offered by their sunbaes and the multicoloured confetti falling on them from above, showering them in a rain of gold and silver and bright lights. it’s only going to get better from here on, chanyeol smiles and whispers to his bandmates and grits his teeth because somehow when the mc had announced that “this week’s winner on MuBank is.... EXO!” he’d felt a surprised clenching in his heart, and he knows he’ll remember this date forever. 14th June 2013, their first win ever on a music show.
looking to the front, he spots his leader junmyeon, sobbing and breaking down into a mess of tears and snot and god-knows-what-else. swallowing down the lump in his throat, he edges forward, wraps one strong arm around junmyeon’s waist and whispers in his ear, “hyung, please don’t cry, you look really ugly when you cry.” but junmyeon continues bawling and chanyeol has no idea what to do so he steps haplessly back, blending seamlessly into the tall line. eyes roving the stage for his best friend, he spots baekhyun over by the side of the stage and goes over to join him, trying hard to get rid of the sour feeling in his eyes and nose. you can’t cry, he tells himself sternly, because you’re not called the happy virus for nothing. it’d be weird to see the happy virus cry, won’t it? and so he forces back his tears and tries to ignore the tightening in his throat and burning sensation in his large eyes, looking around desperately for something to distract him.
chanyeol’s almost relieved when the show ends - normally, he’d wish that the recording would go on forever, because normally he loves the shouts of fans and the love that they have for exo. yet today it’s even worse backstage, because it seems like everyone’s crying. looking around, chanyeol spots yixing bawling whereas jongin is huddled in a corner, hiding his face from the world with taemin trying to pry his hands away to snap a picture. even zitao looks like he’s on the verge of tears, and chanyeol’s throat tightens even further. fuck, he thinks to himself, i’m not going to cry. looking around, he searches for baekhyun yet again, wanting so desperately to have somebody to share his thoughts with; somebody to laugh with and chase away the strange melancholy settling inside of him.
and suddenly, baekhyun’s there beside him, standing slightly below his shoulder level, a hand around his waist (because chanyeol’s shoulders are too tall for him) and chanyeol laughs a little when he realises.
“hey, shut up, you,” baekhyun grins and jabs him in the ribs, but the sentiment lacks its usual bite and chanyeol knows somehow that baekhyun is probably a second away from bursting into happy tears, just like everyone else. the realisation hits him hard and he has to blink even more to chase away these mysterious tears, wanting nothing more than to go back to the dorms as quickly as possible so he can let everything out in the shower.
“hey, it’s okay to cry once in a while, you know. especially at a happy time like this,” somehow baekhyun’s noticed his rapid blinking and is now consoling him, the hand on his waist now shifting to the small of his back and rubbing the skin there in small circles. the motion is oddly soothing and chanyeol relaxes into it, trying hard to forget about everyone around him, all the tears and the stifled sobs.
“it’s fine, there aren’t any fans around to witness this. and come on, chanyeol, forget about all the ‘happy virus’ crap. it’s impossible for you to be smiling like a maniac 24/7. that would just be weird.”
an answering tear falls onto baekhyun’s other hand, leaving a trail as it slides down.
“it’s going to be okay, you huge idiot.” baekhyun whispers in his ear, yet his voice is oddly shaky and choked up and chanyeol finally gives up on trying to wipe away the tears now rapidly streaming down his face.
"thanks," he sniffs, and baekhyun smiles before answering, "anytime."
(the moment is broken when jongdae walks by and snarks, “are the two of you finally quiet? well, that’s a start,” before throwing a packet of tissues in their face.)
fin.