i'm the only boy in the world
I’m the only boy in the world
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” A loud groaning sound spills from Baekhyun’s lips as he stretches his arms over his armchair. He looks to be in a state of defeat and frustration-sexual frustration that is.
With his head hanging between his outstretched arms and forehead against his table, he hears the door swing open among the soft murmurs from a few of his classmates. Baekhyun is a hundred percent sure that the person who just came in is one of his friends, Jongdae, probably.
“Are you finally dead like we’d all hope you’d be?” Kyungsoo’s deadpan voice asks. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t Jongdae. His mistake. He can feel Kyungsoo’s shadow looming over his defeated figure like a giant dragon flying over a continent with its great wingspan (funny, because if Kyungsoo were a dragon, he wouldn’t really have a great wingspan, anyway). He can also smell the faint scent of eggs and gun powder (and for that reason, Baekhyun is afraid to ask what Kyungsoo went through this morning).
“Kyuuuuungsoooooo,” Baekhyun lifts his head to look at his friend with a face that cries with no tears. He looks more comical and pathetic than defeated.
Kyungsoo looks back at him with disgust.
Baekhyun groans again as he reaches out to hug Kyungsoo. Unfortunately for Baekhyun, Kyungsoo flinches away. “Don’t touch me,” he hisses.
“Come here and love me,” Baekhyun whines, arms still outstretched and fingers wiggling for bodily contact.
Jongdae comes in, just 20 minutes before class is scheduled to start and saunters through the door with a smug expression on his face. He greets both his friends a ‘good morning’ and takes the seat beside Baekhyun.
“You look… desperate,” Jongdae says, taking his subject notebook from his Herschel bag.
“It’s Chanyeol, okay. It’s all his fault,” Baekyun responds, without even a hint of denial that he is, in fact, desperate.
“Chanyeol? The guy from our World Religions class?” Jongdae crinkles his nose in annoyance. “I hate how he sits in the front row when his legs are longer than Kyungsoo’s arms. I can’t see shit.”
Kyungsoo frowns and glares at Jongdae menacingly. Jongdae, noticing this, whispers apologies to his friend, afraid of the physical consequences of his words.
“Yessssssss,” Baekhyun groans again and tilts his head back with his eyes closed.
“Is this what I think it is?” Kyungsoo asks to confirm his suspicions.
“Yessssssss!”
“What? What’s happening?” Jongdae looks at his friends in confusion.
“So we had that party thing last Friday right-”
“Technically, it wasn’t a party because I wasn’t there.”
“Shut up and listen,” Kyungsoo bites back. “When we got there at around five, Chanyeol was already half drunk and Baek over here was introduced to him by Jongin.”
“And we had conversation! Two glorious minutes of conversation!” Baekhyun cries.
“Well, yeah, they talked for a bit and went separate ways but then Chanyeol asked Jongin if Baekhyun was willing to make out with him or something,” Kyungsoo continued, taking the other seat beside Baekhyun.
“Naturally, I said yes! You know, before that, I was asking Jongin to get me a make out buddy, or something, and he said that Chanyeol was the type of guy who was willing to do those kinds of things. Knowing that, I really couldn’t resist but turn my charm on while talking to him,” Baekhyun explains. “And he was being really fuckin’ charming too, you know. He had these stupid shades on and they made him look stupid and cute at the same time.”
“Moving on,” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes in annoyance. “I went with Baek to go talk to the guy but then he suddenly just sat on Chanyeol’s lap and they started making out. After that, I left because it was really awkward standing there and watching them.”
“No, no, no! That’s not how it happened.”
“Then you explain it.”
“Fine! So, I went up to him with Kyungsoo, right? I was trying to do some small talk for a bit and he suddenly asks me if I was leaving already. I say, ‘yeah, in a while.’ And he says,” Baekhyun deepens his voice, imitating what was supposed to be Chanyeol.
“’Hey, have you ever tried making out with a straight guy?’
‘Not that I know of. Why?’
‘You wanna try now?’
‘Sure.’ And I just went for it and it felt really great! Now I wanna do it again but, shit, we’re kind of awkward around each other right now.”
“Not to mention almost the whole third floor saw you make out with him. Park Chanyeol is, like, one of the university public figures,” Kyungsoo added.
Jongdae looked genuinely confused at first but began to understand that, ah, this is Baekhyun-emotionally-driven, loud and openly sexual Baekhyun. Only he would be concerned with such issues, especially when they have their midterm exams coming up in a few days.
“Aaaaagh!” Baekhyun releases one more groan before the teacher arrives.
--
Baekhyun remembers everything. The smell of cigarettes and premium beer, the busy tables filled with kids from his college and that nagging feeling that he was at least reaching first base that day. He distinctly remembers Park Chanyeol and his stupid shades and stupid light brown khaki pants and that stupid cigarette in his hand while sat down with his friends. His charisma was just so magnetic and so attractive-it was that kind of ‘bad boy’ feel that emanated from him that attracted Baekhyun. Chanyeol was almost like a walking epitome of the wild side of his generation yet probably the friendliest, nicest guy he’s ever come across.
“Hey, Jongin, you should introduce me to Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, eyeing Chanyeol from a distance.
“Why?” Jongin asked suspiciously. Baekhyun had a feeling that Jongin was onto him.
“Because I want to be friends? I mean, we’re both taking up Communications, after all. I’m bound to be friends with him anyway,” Baekhyun sputtered. He came up with the excuse at the top of his head.
“Alright, then,” And with that Jongin introduced Baekhyun to Chanyeol. Chanyeol stood up to his towering height of six feet and put out his cigarette on the ashtray on his table.
“Hey, I’m Chanyeol,” Chanyeol’s bright smile etched into Baekhyun’s head the moment he saw it. It was a naughty, mischievous smile-the kind of smile a playboy would wear when he meets an attractive girl.
Baekhyun shook Chanyeol’s outstretched hand and smiled back. “I’m Baek.”
“You’re from Jungwon High School, right?” Chanyeol asked putting his hands in his pocket and leaning forward to make it more convenient for Baekhyun to hear him.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” Baekhyun smiled.
“Your voice-I mean, just by your talking voice you sound like a great singer and everyone knows that school produces good musicians,” Chanyeol bit his lower lip.
“Thanks. That’s an interesting observation,” Baekhyun still wasn’t sure how Chanyeol guessed what high school he came from. Maybe prior to today he was already interested in Baekhyun so he started asking arou-
“More like he can just see your reused ID lace from high school hanging around your neck,” Jongin butted in with a beer in hand. He just happened to hear the conversation and cut through in between them to get to another table.
Both Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s mouths formed into a small ‘oh.’
“I’m from Gangnam-gu High School, by the way.”
“Oh, hey, I know a few people from there. You know Sehun, right? Isn’t he from there?”
“Yeah, Sehun! We were from the same class. Section A.”
“I hear boys from your class have quite the reputation,” Baekhyun said, remembering Kyungsoo’s stories of that particular class
having quite the amount of playboys, careless rich kids, two-timers and hard drinkers.
“Well, we do have the reputation of being sweet lovers. If you ever get a boyfriend from my school, make sure he’s from my class.”
“I’ll get one if you find me one,” flirted Baekhyun. He was actually hinting at Chanyeol himself but up to now, he still doesn’t know if
the taller boy got the message or not.
“Hey, no problem. I’ll find you one.”
Baekhyun felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and unfortunately, decided to cut the conversation with Chanyeol short. When he checked his phone, it was a message from Kyungsoo saying, “where are you? i don’t know where the group table is. pick me up at the entrance.”
“Hey, I’ll talk to you later. I have to go fetch my friend,” Baekhyun put his phone back in his pocket. Chanyeol nodded when he left.
After bringing Kyungsoo to their group table and having a few drinks, Jongin approached Baekhyun.
“Hey, you got your wish. Chanyeol’s asking if you wanna make out,” Jongin took a swig of his beer.
“What? Are you serious?” Baekhyun said in disbelief.
“Yeah, I just came from his table. I said yes for you but he says you should do it a little later,” Jongin licked his lips of any beer left on them. “Good luck.”
Kyungsoo had heard the whole conversation; he was in much of a shock as Baekhyun was. They both couldn’t believe that the Park Chanyeol was physically attracted to Baekhyun enough that he actually wanted to make out with him. Party boy, I-can-get-anyone-I-want Park Chanyeol wanted oversensitive, too-loud-for-his-own-good Baekhyun’s lips on his.
“You’re going with me. Help me talk to him,” Baekhyun said to a wide-eyed Kyungsoo. It was more of a command than a plea for help. Unwillingly, Kyungsoo went with Baekhyun.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much talking anymore the second time around. After Chanyeol used his lame pick-up line, he and Baekhyun went straight to it. Since Chanyeol was sitting down, Baekhyun just needed to bend a little and kiss him on the mouth. Chanyeol tasted like apple flavored beer and cheap cigarettes-sweet and musky, yet addicting. It was like the beer’s sweetness had infused with Chanyeol’s soft bottom lip and Baekhyun kept going for it, kissing, sucking, licking and at one point, tugged on Chanyeol’s bottom lip until it stretched.
Kissing Chanyeol made Baekhyun feel like he was the only person in the world, like there was no one else to pay to attention to but him. It felt empowering to be kissed with such vigor and excitement. It was like they were both so invested into the act that they forgot they were doing it publicly; but they didn’t care. They enjoyed it; mouths and tongues sliding against each other and lips being bitten and licked.
Chanyeol was restless in kissing as well. After kissing Baekhyun once, he had already tried to coax his tongue in the shorter boy’s mouth. Baekhyun opened his mouth accordingly and brushed tongues with Chanyeol. He laid his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and latching onto Chanyeol’s lip.
Both of them pulled away, taking a deep breath after seconds of holding it. Baekhyun wiped his bottom lip and dove in for Chanyeol again. He sat on the taller boy’s lap and put an arm his neck.
“You know, you’re really cute.”
“Thank you. I think you’re cute too.”
--
Park Chanyeol is wearing those stupid shades again when he greets Luhan and Baekhyun at the outdoor cafeteria. Baekhyun can feel it again-the brewing sexual tension that’s been going on for about a week now and it sucks for him because he has a twice-a-week class with this guy and he sits diagonally in front of him. Sometimes, Baekhyun steals glances at him during class and secretly hopes by some God-given miracle that Chanyeol will actually initiate any form of interaction with him. Fortunately for Baekhyun, Chanyeol does occasionally say hi and even pats his back.
This encounter with Luhan, however, has Baekhyun cringing on the inside as he hugs Chanyeol and briefly brushes his hand against his.
“Hey, uh, are you going to the party tomorrow?” Baekhyun asks nervously.
“Yeah, but I’m only staying until six. It’s my grandmother’s birthday so we have plans at night,” Chanyeol smiles.
Baekhyun tries hard not to melt.
“Oh, really? Well, see you there,” Baekhyun smiles and waves goodbye.
When Chanyeol is out of sight, Luhan gives Baekhyun a knowing look, eyebrow raised and lips in a smile.
“Did you see that? You totally saw the sexual tension I was talking about, right?”
“Definitely.”
“You sure it’s just not me?”
“He looked like he wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him.”
--
“You can do this, Baek. He called you cute to your face. There is no doubt that he is physically attracted to you,” Luhan massages Baekhyun’s shoulders in the bathroom of a bar. “Just go out there and be cute like you did last time.”
“But what if he had beer goggles last time and he actually thinks I’m not attractive without them,” Baekhyun complains, hands gripping the bathroom sink as he looks into the mirror. I’m hella cute, he thinks. But maybe not to him?
“Again, he called you cute to your face and he willingly made out with you,” Luhan stops massaging his shoulders and pushes Baekhyun out the bathroom door “Will you just go out there and ask him?!”
Thud!
“Ow,” A deep voice whined as Baekhyun collided into someone’s chest. The short male looked up to find Chanyeol, rubbing the spot on his chest that Baekhyun’s body hit the hardest.
“Sorry,” Baekhyun whispers. He walks away, trying to save himself from the embarrassing moment. Maybe today isn’t the best day to have Park Chanyeol for another round. Maybe Chanyeol was too drunk to care about who he was like last time and he’ll just find someone else like he usually does.
“Wait,” Baekhyun feels a grip on his wrist. Chanyeol gently makes Baekhyun face him. “Last time…”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry about last time. I heard you were piss-drunk and I shouldn’t have taken advanta-” Baekhyun rambles.
“No, it’s okay. I wasn’t that drunk and I really enjoyed it,” Chanyeol smiles. “I feel like I want to do it again.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun blinks.
“And I kind of wanna ask you out on a date.”
“Just don’t use another lame pick-up line.”
“Will do.”
a/n: terrible, terrible fic that was unbeta!ed and written in the wee hours of the morning. based on real life events.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” A loud groaning sound spills from Baekhyun’s lips as he stretches his arms over his armchair. He looks to be in a state of defeat and frustration-sexual frustration that is.
With his head hanging between his outstretched arms and forehead against his table, he hears the door swing open among the soft murmurs from a few of his classmates. Baekhyun is a hundred percent sure that the person who just came in is one of his friends, Jongdae, probably.
“Are you finally dead like we’d all hope you’d be?” Kyungsoo’s deadpan voice asks. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t Jongdae. His mistake. He can feel Kyungsoo’s shadow looming over his defeated figure like a giant dragon flying over a continent with its great wingspan (funny, because if Kyungsoo were a dragon, he wouldn’t really have a great wingspan, anyway). He can also smell the faint scent of eggs and gun powder (and for that reason, Baekhyun is afraid to ask what Kyungsoo went through this morning).
“Kyuuuuungsoooooo,” Baekhyun lifts his head to look at his friend with a face that cries with no tears. He looks more comical and pathetic than defeated.
Kyungsoo looks back at him with disgust.
Baekhyun groans again as he reaches out to hug Kyungsoo. Unfortunately for Baekhyun, Kyungsoo flinches away. “Don’t touch me,” he hisses.
“Come here and love me,” Baekhyun whines, arms still outstretched and fingers wiggling for bodily contact.
Jongdae comes in, just 20 minutes before class is scheduled to start and saunters through the door with a smug expression on his face. He greets both his friends a ‘good morning’ and takes the seat beside Baekhyun.
“You look… desperate,” Jongdae says, taking his subject notebook from his Herschel bag.
“It’s Chanyeol, okay. It’s all his fault,” Baekyun responds, without even a hint of denial that he is, in fact, desperate.
“Chanyeol? The guy from our World Religions class?” Jongdae crinkles his nose in annoyance. “I hate how he sits in the front row when his legs are longer than Kyungsoo’s arms. I can’t see shit.”
Kyungsoo frowns and glares at Jongdae menacingly. Jongdae, noticing this, whispers apologies to his friend, afraid of the physical consequences of his words.
“Yessssssss,” Baekhyun groans again and tilts his head back with his eyes closed.
“Is this what I think it is?” Kyungsoo asks to confirm his suspicions.
“Yessssssss!”
“What? What’s happening?” Jongdae looks at his friends in confusion.
“So we had that party thing last Friday right-”
“Technically, it wasn’t a party because I wasn’t there.”
“Shut up and listen,” Kyungsoo bites back. “When we got there at around five, Chanyeol was already half drunk and Baek over here was introduced to him by Jongin.”
“And we had conversation! Two glorious minutes of conversation!” Baekhyun cries.
“Well, yeah, they talked for a bit and went separate ways but then Chanyeol asked Jongin if Baekhyun was willing to make out with him or something,” Kyungsoo continued, taking the other seat beside Baekhyun.
“Naturally, I said yes! You know, before that, I was asking Jongin to get me a make out buddy, or something, and he said that Chanyeol was the type of guy who was willing to do those kinds of things. Knowing that, I really couldn’t resist but turn my charm on while talking to him,” Baekhyun explains. “And he was being really fuckin’ charming too, you know. He had these stupid shades on and they made him look stupid and cute at the same time.”
“Moving on,” Kyungsoo rolls his eyes in annoyance. “I went with Baek to go talk to the guy but then he suddenly just sat on Chanyeol’s lap and they started making out. After that, I left because it was really awkward standing there and watching them.”
“No, no, no! That’s not how it happened.”
“Then you explain it.”
“Fine! So, I went up to him with Kyungsoo, right? I was trying to do some small talk for a bit and he suddenly asks me if I was leaving already. I say, ‘yeah, in a while.’ And he says,” Baekhyun deepens his voice, imitating what was supposed to be Chanyeol.
“’Hey, have you ever tried making out with a straight guy?’
‘Not that I know of. Why?’
‘You wanna try now?’
‘Sure.’ And I just went for it and it felt really great! Now I wanna do it again but, shit, we’re kind of awkward around each other right now.”
“Not to mention almost the whole third floor saw you make out with him. Park Chanyeol is, like, one of the university public figures,” Kyungsoo added.
Jongdae looked genuinely confused at first but began to understand that, ah, this is Baekhyun-emotionally-driven, loud and openly sexual Baekhyun. Only he would be concerned with such issues, especially when they have their midterm exams coming up in a few days.
“Aaaaagh!” Baekhyun releases one more groan before the teacher arrives.
--
Baekhyun remembers everything. The smell of cigarettes and premium beer, the busy tables filled with kids from his college and that nagging feeling that he was at least reaching first base that day. He distinctly remembers Park Chanyeol and his stupid shades and stupid light brown khaki pants and that stupid cigarette in his hand while sat down with his friends. His charisma was just so magnetic and so attractive-it was that kind of ‘bad boy’ feel that emanated from him that attracted Baekhyun. Chanyeol was almost like a walking epitome of the wild side of his generation yet probably the friendliest, nicest guy he’s ever come across.
“Hey, Jongin, you should introduce me to Chanyeol,” Baekhyun said, eyeing Chanyeol from a distance.
“Why?” Jongin asked suspiciously. Baekhyun had a feeling that Jongin was onto him.
“Because I want to be friends? I mean, we’re both taking up Communications, after all. I’m bound to be friends with him anyway,” Baekhyun sputtered. He came up with the excuse at the top of his head.
“Alright, then,” And with that Jongin introduced Baekhyun to Chanyeol. Chanyeol stood up to his towering height of six feet and put out his cigarette on the ashtray on his table.
“Hey, I’m Chanyeol,” Chanyeol’s bright smile etched into Baekhyun’s head the moment he saw it. It was a naughty, mischievous smile-the kind of smile a playboy would wear when he meets an attractive girl.
Baekhyun shook Chanyeol’s outstretched hand and smiled back. “I’m Baek.”
“You’re from Jungwon High School, right?” Chanyeol asked putting his hands in his pocket and leaning forward to make it more convenient for Baekhyun to hear him.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” Baekhyun smiled.
“Your voice-I mean, just by your talking voice you sound like a great singer and everyone knows that school produces good musicians,” Chanyeol bit his lower lip.
“Thanks. That’s an interesting observation,” Baekhyun still wasn’t sure how Chanyeol guessed what high school he came from. Maybe prior to today he was already interested in Baekhyun so he started asking arou-
“More like he can just see your reused ID lace from high school hanging around your neck,” Jongin butted in with a beer in hand. He just happened to hear the conversation and cut through in between them to get to another table.
Both Chanyeol and Baekhyun’s mouths formed into a small ‘oh.’
“I’m from Gangnam-gu High School, by the way.”
“Oh, hey, I know a few people from there. You know Sehun, right? Isn’t he from there?”
“Yeah, Sehun! We were from the same class. Section A.”
“I hear boys from your class have quite the reputation,” Baekhyun said, remembering Kyungsoo’s stories of that particular class
having quite the amount of playboys, careless rich kids, two-timers and hard drinkers.
“Well, we do have the reputation of being sweet lovers. If you ever get a boyfriend from my school, make sure he’s from my class.”
“I’ll get one if you find me one,” flirted Baekhyun. He was actually hinting at Chanyeol himself but up to now, he still doesn’t know if
the taller boy got the message or not.
“Hey, no problem. I’ll find you one.”
Baekhyun felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and unfortunately, decided to cut the conversation with Chanyeol short. When he checked his phone, it was a message from Kyungsoo saying, “where are you? i don’t know where the group table is. pick me up at the entrance.”
“Hey, I’ll talk to you later. I have to go fetch my friend,” Baekhyun put his phone back in his pocket. Chanyeol nodded when he left.
After bringing Kyungsoo to their group table and having a few drinks, Jongin approached Baekhyun.
“Hey, you got your wish. Chanyeol’s asking if you wanna make out,” Jongin took a swig of his beer.
“What? Are you serious?” Baekhyun said in disbelief.
“Yeah, I just came from his table. I said yes for you but he says you should do it a little later,” Jongin licked his lips of any beer left on them. “Good luck.”
Kyungsoo had heard the whole conversation; he was in much of a shock as Baekhyun was. They both couldn’t believe that the Park Chanyeol was physically attracted to Baekhyun enough that he actually wanted to make out with him. Party boy, I-can-get-anyone-I-want Park Chanyeol wanted oversensitive, too-loud-for-his-own-good Baekhyun’s lips on his.
“You’re going with me. Help me talk to him,” Baekhyun said to a wide-eyed Kyungsoo. It was more of a command than a plea for help. Unwillingly, Kyungsoo went with Baekhyun.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much talking anymore the second time around. After Chanyeol used his lame pick-up line, he and Baekhyun went straight to it. Since Chanyeol was sitting down, Baekhyun just needed to bend a little and kiss him on the mouth. Chanyeol tasted like apple flavored beer and cheap cigarettes-sweet and musky, yet addicting. It was like the beer’s sweetness had infused with Chanyeol’s soft bottom lip and Baekhyun kept going for it, kissing, sucking, licking and at one point, tugged on Chanyeol’s bottom lip until it stretched.
Kissing Chanyeol made Baekhyun feel like he was the only person in the world, like there was no one else to pay to attention to but him. It felt empowering to be kissed with such vigor and excitement. It was like they were both so invested into the act that they forgot they were doing it publicly; but they didn’t care. They enjoyed it; mouths and tongues sliding against each other and lips being bitten and licked.
Chanyeol was restless in kissing as well. After kissing Baekhyun once, he had already tried to coax his tongue in the shorter boy’s mouth. Baekhyun opened his mouth accordingly and brushed tongues with Chanyeol. He laid his hands on Chanyeol’s shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and latching onto Chanyeol’s lip.
Both of them pulled away, taking a deep breath after seconds of holding it. Baekhyun wiped his bottom lip and dove in for Chanyeol again. He sat on the taller boy’s lap and put an arm his neck.
“You know, you’re really cute.”
“Thank you. I think you’re cute too.”
--
Park Chanyeol is wearing those stupid shades again when he greets Luhan and Baekhyun at the outdoor cafeteria. Baekhyun can feel it again-the brewing sexual tension that’s been going on for about a week now and it sucks for him because he has a twice-a-week class with this guy and he sits diagonally in front of him. Sometimes, Baekhyun steals glances at him during class and secretly hopes by some God-given miracle that Chanyeol will actually initiate any form of interaction with him. Fortunately for Baekhyun, Chanyeol does occasionally say hi and even pats his back.
This encounter with Luhan, however, has Baekhyun cringing on the inside as he hugs Chanyeol and briefly brushes his hand against his.
“Hey, uh, are you going to the party tomorrow?” Baekhyun asks nervously.
“Yeah, but I’m only staying until six. It’s my grandmother’s birthday so we have plans at night,” Chanyeol smiles.
Baekhyun tries hard not to melt.
“Oh, really? Well, see you there,” Baekhyun smiles and waves goodbye.
When Chanyeol is out of sight, Luhan gives Baekhyun a knowing look, eyebrow raised and lips in a smile.
“Did you see that? You totally saw the sexual tension I was talking about, right?”
“Definitely.”
“You sure it’s just not me?”
“He looked like he wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him.”
--
“You can do this, Baek. He called you cute to your face. There is no doubt that he is physically attracted to you,” Luhan massages Baekhyun’s shoulders in the bathroom of a bar. “Just go out there and be cute like you did last time.”
“But what if he had beer goggles last time and he actually thinks I’m not attractive without them,” Baekhyun complains, hands gripping the bathroom sink as he looks into the mirror. I’m hella cute, he thinks. But maybe not to him?
“Again, he called you cute to your face and he willingly made out with you,” Luhan stops massaging his shoulders and pushes Baekhyun out the bathroom door “Will you just go out there and ask him?!”
Thud!
“Ow,” A deep voice whined as Baekhyun collided into someone’s chest. The short male looked up to find Chanyeol, rubbing the spot on his chest that Baekhyun’s body hit the hardest.
“Sorry,” Baekhyun whispers. He walks away, trying to save himself from the embarrassing moment. Maybe today isn’t the best day to have Park Chanyeol for another round. Maybe Chanyeol was too drunk to care about who he was like last time and he’ll just find someone else like he usually does.
“Wait,” Baekhyun feels a grip on his wrist. Chanyeol gently makes Baekhyun face him. “Last time…”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry about last time. I heard you were piss-drunk and I shouldn’t have taken advanta-” Baekhyun rambles.
“No, it’s okay. I wasn’t that drunk and I really enjoyed it,” Chanyeol smiles. “I feel like I want to do it again.”
“Oh,” Baekhyun blinks.
“And I kind of wanna ask you out on a date.”
“Just don’t use another lame pick-up line.”
“Will do.”
a/n: terrible, terrible fic that was unbeta!ed and written in the wee hours of the morning. based on real life events.