dinner and a movie
title: dinner and a movie
pairing: baekyeol
rating: pg
genre: romance, fluff
length: 1.4k
warnings: party mention
summary: "my netflix wasn’t working so i called the netflix dude and after he fixed it he said let’s try it out and see if it worked so we watched an hour long movie together and idk i think it was a date "
a/n: this fic was written for my beautiful sarah! she gave me the entire idea so i dedicate this all to her! thank u erica for the title! thank you to romina and sara for editing it. the prompt idea is from this post on tumblr. i hope you enjoy this lil fluffy piece of poo i've written here!!
Baekhyun is sitting on his bed hugging a tub of ice cream and watching his sixth episode of Desperate Housewives when the phone rings. He looks at the screen flashing “Jongdae.” He knows he should pick up, knows it’s 4pm on a Saturday and he’s been in bed since yesterday at 6, knows he should be doing something more; but instead he lets the phone go to voicemail and takes a mouthful of vanilla.
Five minutes later, it rings again. Baekhyun groans and picks up.
“Hey,” Jongdae’s voice is chipper on the other side, the obnoxious way in which it always is. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun responds, scraping the bottom of the ice cream container and examining his spoon for any remnants. “Really, I am. Never been better.” He tosses the empty carton to the side, where it lands among two other ones.
“You’re not in bed eating ice cream and watching Sex in the City again, are you?”
Baekhyun looks up at the paused episode and decides it’s not like he’s lying to Jongdae when he says that, no he’s not, and yes, he’ll come out tonight to Zitao’s party. He listens to him ramble for a while about how Junmyeon finally agreed to come to a party instead of staying home and studying, how finally he might loosen up. Baekhyun laughs when he should while flipping through a magazine and ripping out all the pages on relationships, tearing them to shreds and throwing them in a pile.
Finally, Jongdae lets him go and he unpauses his episode. Instead of playing, however, the screen goes dark and an error message pops up. Confused, Baekhyun presses back on the remote, clicking on the episode again. The same error screen pops up again. He goes back and decides to try a different episode, which renders the same result. He tries another show and then a movie, but nothing.
He stares at the darkened screen for a while. A familiar, dull pain settles in his throat and his eyes begin to sting, and then without much warning he’s crying. First free-flowing tears and then ugly, sloppy sobs. He’s not really sure why he’s crying. Maybe it’s because he was using Netflix to escape his feelings; because without Netflix, he has to think about the fact that Kyungsoo left him, after two years, for some pretty boy named Jongin.
But it’s probably because he was on the season 3 finale and Gabriela kissed Carlos and really how could she? How could she steal Carlos from Edie?
Okay, so maybe it was a little bit about Kyungsoo.
Still crying, he decides to call Netflix’s customer service because honestly at this point it’s a dependency and what else has he got to lose? When he calls, still practically in tears, the woman on the other end says they’ll have someone over and whispers something that sounds an awful lot like “feel better” before she hangs up.
***
He goes to the kitchen to wait and decides it’s time to open the fourth container of ice cream. Halfway through the tub, there’s an annoying melodic knock at the door. Baekhyun walks over, rolling his eyes and wondering why the hell this clown is knocking when there’s a perfectly good doorbell.
“You know,” he says, throwing the door open. “There’s a doorbell right-”
He stops when he sees an absurdly tall boy with messed up hair and a lopsided grin that could tear his face in half. He’s in a red shirt that’s definitely a bit too short on him and black pants. Suddenly, Baekhyun violently remembers that his house is a mess and there’s an open carton of ice cream melting on the counter. He nervously steps back and chuckles, reading the name Chanyeol on his shirt and letting him into the house.
He walks a little faster than Chanyeol, quickly throwing the ice cream into the freezer and wiping down the counter. By the time Chanyeol is in the kitchen Baekhyun is leaning cooly against the counter. Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun, who is staring at Chanyeol.
“Uh, you have some, uh,” Chanyeol looks down shyly and gestures around his mouth, holding back a laugh. Panicked, Baekhyun grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth, looking at the dirty, brown napkin before throwing it away. He’s sweating and feels embarrassed and doesn’t really know what to say.
“So um,” Chanyeol scratches the back of his head. “The Netflix?”
“Right! Right. The Netflix. Yeah. It doesn’t work.”
He leads him into his room where the T.V. is on and the error screen is glowing. Baekhyun hands Chanyeol the remote and excuses himself to the bathroom.
He looks at himself in the mirror and jumps back. When did he get these bags under his eyes and fuck there’s still chocolate on his mouth. He’s pretty sure he lost count since he last showered. He takes a deep breath and decides that he’s going to make himself presentable for the cute boy that’s in his bedroom right now. He wishes that it was all under a different circumstance, but you take what you can get.
After wetting his hair and washing his face he heads back outside. Chanyeol is clicking away on a screen Baekhyun has never seen on his Netflix before. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching him and nervously tugging at his shirt.
After a few minutes, Chanyeol exits to the main screen and turns to Baekhyun.
“I think it’s done,” he says, sounding a little unsure.
“Oh.”
They sit in silence awkwardly, looking at each other and looking away shyly.
Baekhyun knows this isn’t like him, that he used to find himself flirting with every boy within a five mile radius but the way Chanyeol’s big eyes watch him and the way he blushes has him reeling. Not to mention that he’s so tall which has him wondering what else might be big-
“Do you wanna, uh, maybe, uh,” Chanyeol stammers, scratching his head nervously. “We could watch a movie. You know, uh, to see if it works.”
Baekhyun can’t help but smile and he nods. They both turn to look at the bed, covered in used tissues and empty cartons on ice cream. Baekhyun feels heat pooling on his face as he pushes all of the trash off the bed to make room for them.
They sit with their backs to the wall, legs stretched out on the unmade bed and put on Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Halfway through the movie, Baekhyun turns to Chanyeol, speaking before his mind has a chance to stop him.
“I’m not usually like this,” he starts, already regretting his decision. “I just, I’m in a rough patch and--” He looks to the trash on the floor and gulps nervously.
“It’s okay.”
Baekhyun looks up and Chanyeol is smiling at him, one side of his top lip slightly higher than the other.
Baekhyun sighs. “It just hasn’t been easy.” He blushes because he thinks this is weird since he barely knows this guy, but he decides that he wants to know him and that’s okay. Suddenly, he feels a wave of confidence and turns to Chanyeol.
“Hey, do you want to come to a party with me tonight?”
Chanyeol looks confused and then starts beaming.
“Yeah! I love parties.” He smiles at Baekhyun so hard his eyes are a little squinty and he decides he’s gonna play the movie before he kisses him then and there.
***
Ten minutes later he feels warmth over his fingers. He looks down and sees that Chanyeol moved his hand so their fingers were touching. Chanyeol doesn’t look away from the movie and their fingers touch until the credits roll.
***
Later at the party Chanyeol and Baekhyun are talking to Jongdae, who’s eyes keep wandering toward a table where Junmyeon is standing.
“So he came to fix your Netflix and now you’re here?” Jongdae takes a sip of his drink.
Baekhyun nods, smiling tipsily.
“First date at a party. That’s brave.”
“Actually,” Chanyeol corrects, glancing at Baekhyun and shooting him a crooked smile. “I’d say it’s our second.”
pairing: baekyeol
rating: pg
genre: romance, fluff
length: 1.4k
warnings: party mention
summary: "my netflix wasn’t working so i called the netflix dude and after he fixed it he said let’s try it out and see if it worked so we watched an hour long movie together and idk i think it was a date "
a/n: this fic was written for my beautiful sarah! she gave me the entire idea so i dedicate this all to her! thank u erica for the title! thank you to romina and sara for editing it. the prompt idea is from this post on tumblr. i hope you enjoy this lil fluffy piece of poo i've written here!!
Baekhyun is sitting on his bed hugging a tub of ice cream and watching his sixth episode of Desperate Housewives when the phone rings. He looks at the screen flashing “Jongdae.” He knows he should pick up, knows it’s 4pm on a Saturday and he’s been in bed since yesterday at 6, knows he should be doing something more; but instead he lets the phone go to voicemail and takes a mouthful of vanilla.
Five minutes later, it rings again. Baekhyun groans and picks up.
“Hey,” Jongdae’s voice is chipper on the other side, the obnoxious way in which it always is. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun responds, scraping the bottom of the ice cream container and examining his spoon for any remnants. “Really, I am. Never been better.” He tosses the empty carton to the side, where it lands among two other ones.
“You’re not in bed eating ice cream and watching Sex in the City again, are you?”
Baekhyun looks up at the paused episode and decides it’s not like he’s lying to Jongdae when he says that, no he’s not, and yes, he’ll come out tonight to Zitao’s party. He listens to him ramble for a while about how Junmyeon finally agreed to come to a party instead of staying home and studying, how finally he might loosen up. Baekhyun laughs when he should while flipping through a magazine and ripping out all the pages on relationships, tearing them to shreds and throwing them in a pile.
Finally, Jongdae lets him go and he unpauses his episode. Instead of playing, however, the screen goes dark and an error message pops up. Confused, Baekhyun presses back on the remote, clicking on the episode again. The same error screen pops up again. He goes back and decides to try a different episode, which renders the same result. He tries another show and then a movie, but nothing.
He stares at the darkened screen for a while. A familiar, dull pain settles in his throat and his eyes begin to sting, and then without much warning he’s crying. First free-flowing tears and then ugly, sloppy sobs. He’s not really sure why he’s crying. Maybe it’s because he was using Netflix to escape his feelings; because without Netflix, he has to think about the fact that Kyungsoo left him, after two years, for some pretty boy named Jongin.
But it’s probably because he was on the season 3 finale and Gabriela kissed Carlos and really how could she? How could she steal Carlos from Edie?
Okay, so maybe it was a little bit about Kyungsoo.
Still crying, he decides to call Netflix’s customer service because honestly at this point it’s a dependency and what else has he got to lose? When he calls, still practically in tears, the woman on the other end says they’ll have someone over and whispers something that sounds an awful lot like “feel better” before she hangs up.
***
He goes to the kitchen to wait and decides it’s time to open the fourth container of ice cream. Halfway through the tub, there’s an annoying melodic knock at the door. Baekhyun walks over, rolling his eyes and wondering why the hell this clown is knocking when there’s a perfectly good doorbell.
“You know,” he says, throwing the door open. “There’s a doorbell right-”
He stops when he sees an absurdly tall boy with messed up hair and a lopsided grin that could tear his face in half. He’s in a red shirt that’s definitely a bit too short on him and black pants. Suddenly, Baekhyun violently remembers that his house is a mess and there’s an open carton of ice cream melting on the counter. He nervously steps back and chuckles, reading the name Chanyeol on his shirt and letting him into the house.
He walks a little faster than Chanyeol, quickly throwing the ice cream into the freezer and wiping down the counter. By the time Chanyeol is in the kitchen Baekhyun is leaning cooly against the counter. Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun, who is staring at Chanyeol.
“Uh, you have some, uh,” Chanyeol looks down shyly and gestures around his mouth, holding back a laugh. Panicked, Baekhyun grabs a napkin and wipes his mouth, looking at the dirty, brown napkin before throwing it away. He’s sweating and feels embarrassed and doesn’t really know what to say.
“So um,” Chanyeol scratches the back of his head. “The Netflix?”
“Right! Right. The Netflix. Yeah. It doesn’t work.”
He leads him into his room where the T.V. is on and the error screen is glowing. Baekhyun hands Chanyeol the remote and excuses himself to the bathroom.
He looks at himself in the mirror and jumps back. When did he get these bags under his eyes and fuck there’s still chocolate on his mouth. He’s pretty sure he lost count since he last showered. He takes a deep breath and decides that he’s going to make himself presentable for the cute boy that’s in his bedroom right now. He wishes that it was all under a different circumstance, but you take what you can get.
After wetting his hair and washing his face he heads back outside. Chanyeol is clicking away on a screen Baekhyun has never seen on his Netflix before. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching him and nervously tugging at his shirt.
After a few minutes, Chanyeol exits to the main screen and turns to Baekhyun.
“I think it’s done,” he says, sounding a little unsure.
“Oh.”
They sit in silence awkwardly, looking at each other and looking away shyly.
Baekhyun knows this isn’t like him, that he used to find himself flirting with every boy within a five mile radius but the way Chanyeol’s big eyes watch him and the way he blushes has him reeling. Not to mention that he’s so tall which has him wondering what else might be big-
“Do you wanna, uh, maybe, uh,” Chanyeol stammers, scratching his head nervously. “We could watch a movie. You know, uh, to see if it works.”
Baekhyun can’t help but smile and he nods. They both turn to look at the bed, covered in used tissues and empty cartons on ice cream. Baekhyun feels heat pooling on his face as he pushes all of the trash off the bed to make room for them.
They sit with their backs to the wall, legs stretched out on the unmade bed and put on Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Halfway through the movie, Baekhyun turns to Chanyeol, speaking before his mind has a chance to stop him.
“I’m not usually like this,” he starts, already regretting his decision. “I just, I’m in a rough patch and--” He looks to the trash on the floor and gulps nervously.
“It’s okay.”
Baekhyun looks up and Chanyeol is smiling at him, one side of his top lip slightly higher than the other.
Baekhyun sighs. “It just hasn’t been easy.” He blushes because he thinks this is weird since he barely knows this guy, but he decides that he wants to know him and that’s okay. Suddenly, he feels a wave of confidence and turns to Chanyeol.
“Hey, do you want to come to a party with me tonight?”
Chanyeol looks confused and then starts beaming.
“Yeah! I love parties.” He smiles at Baekhyun so hard his eyes are a little squinty and he decides he’s gonna play the movie before he kisses him then and there.
***
Ten minutes later he feels warmth over his fingers. He looks down and sees that Chanyeol moved his hand so their fingers were touching. Chanyeol doesn’t look away from the movie and their fingers touch until the credits roll.
***
Later at the party Chanyeol and Baekhyun are talking to Jongdae, who’s eyes keep wandering toward a table where Junmyeon is standing.
“So he came to fix your Netflix and now you’re here?” Jongdae takes a sip of his drink.
Baekhyun nods, smiling tipsily.
“First date at a party. That’s brave.”
“Actually,” Chanyeol corrects, glancing at Baekhyun and shooting him a crooked smile. “I’d say it’s our second.”