love or something like it [2/2]

[kei17]

Nothing to say here at this point. Only that when Byun Baekhyun falls in love, all hell breaks loose. Just kidding.

"Hi! Zhang Yixing," Baekhyun smiles brightly, "I don't know if you remember but I'm Byun Baekhyun from class 3-D. I heard you really like the band FYX. I actually have two tickets for their live performance at Club EXO this coming Saturday. So I was kind of wondering if you want to come with me."
Silence.
Baekhyun bites his lower lip as he waits nervously for the answer.
More silence.
"If you don't answer me in the next fucking second, you asshole--"
Chanyeol bursts into laughter, earning curious stares from the other patrons of the ice cream place.
"I knew you couldn't wait for too long." Chanyeol leans over the table and pulls down Baekhyun's beanie over his eyes, making the shorter boy sputter.
Baekhyun pulls the beanie back up and glares at his friend. "You dumbshit."
"Language," Chanyeol admonishes. At Baekhyun's scowl, he gives in. "I was just teasing okay. But yeah, you passed."
The shorter boy's expression clears. "I did?"
"Yes. Your Zhang Yixing will definitely say yes," the giant says confidently.
Strangely, knowing it doesn't make Baekhyun feel as happy as he should be. He's a step closer to his goal. He should be jumping up and down at the very least.
However, he doesn't feel like celebrating. More so when Chanyeol says, "We're actually done. No more need to meet up every day, thank god."
Does this mean they don't get to hang out anymore? Why does he even feel panicked? And why does his chest hurt?
"Ya, Byun. Why so quiet?"
"You're an idiot," he says with a glare.
"Is that a thank you?" Chanyeol's lips quirk up.
"No. That means you're an idiot," Baekhyun replies. "And don't think you can escape easily, punk. It's my turn to teach you the ways of the swag."
"I was hoping you would’ve forgotten about that," the taller boy mutters into a spoonful of ice cream.
Baekhyun smirks. This means they can still hang out, can't they? He feels a rush of relief.
Splat!
Baekhyun grins smugly at the perfect hit he just made. A spoonful of Strawberry ice cream is now plastered against Chanyeol's right cheek.
"That's not nice," the taller boy says plainly while wiping the mess with a tissue.
Baekhyun scoffs. "See? Bully-target."
"What was I supposed to do then?" the giant leans forward and frowns at Baekhyun.
The shorter boy leans forward as well until their faces are so close, their noses almost bump. "You. Tell. Them. To. Fuck. Off."
Chanyeol doesn't reply. Time stops for a moment as Baekhyun stares into the other's deep brown eyes. Let's stay like this.
He lurches back when he realizes where his thoughts are going. He can't... like Park Chanyeol. He can't like losers. Byun Baekhyun can't like losers even if they look perfect just sitting there with melting ice cream on their cheeks.
"You okay?" the other asks concerned. He nods. "Let's go then."
The wind's a bit chilly that late afternoon. Baekhyun's wearing one of his new plaid shirts much like what the other boy is wearing. Couple clothes. He shakes his head. No.
The walk home is uncharacteristically quiet until Chanyeol breaks it with a question Baekhyun isn't ready to answer. "When are you going to ask Yixing out?"
He feels like there's something happening here but he isn't certain what it is or if its even anything at all. "I'm not sure."
The taller of the two pauses and turns so they're facing each other. Chanyeol reaches out for Baekhyun's right hand where the black bandana is still wrapped around his wrist. "You don't have to worry, Baekhyun."
"What if he--" he trails off, unwilling to voice his insecurities.
Chanyeol lifts his hand higher, takes off the bandana and hands it to him. "You don't need this," he tells Baekhyun. "You're amazing. He'd be a fool not to say yes."
There goes the fluttering again.
As if he felt he said too much, Chanyeol clears his throat and walks ahead.
Unused to all the chaotic thoughts and emotions that are making his knees weak, Baekhyun goes back to what he's most comfortable with.
"You're the lamest, weakest prick, I've ever seen," he says abruptly to Chanyeol's back. "Your shoulders are always hunched. You're a walking, breathing bully-target."
Chanyeol glances back at him with his usual eye-blinding smile before he continues strolling down the street. "The only reason I became this way is because you're so tiny, I had to bend down every time I talk to you."
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yes, so so tiny and--ack!"
The giant is forced to bend back because Baekhyun just hooked the bandana around his neck from behind. "What's that again about being tiny?" he whispers threateningly against Chanyeol's ear.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Maybe--Ah!" It's his turn to gasp because Chanyeol holds on to his arms and suddenly bends forward, carrying Baekhyun on his back. He squeaks when the taller boy lets go of his arms. He slips down but Chanyeol quickly catches the backs of his thighs and pulls him closer to his back. The dark-haired boy skips and, afraid of falling, Baekhyun wraps his arms around Chanyeol's shoulder. "What the hell?!"
"You said I'm lame and I'm weak so I'm starting to lift weights. God knows how heavy you are."
Baekhyun's eyes narrow when he hears Chanyeol laugh. But he lets it pass. He can't say that he doesn't want to be where he is right now.

The thing with Byun Baekhyun's brother is… I'll just let you find out for yourself.

Baekhyun laughs behind his hand when he sees Chanyeol pass by outside their classroom the next morning. The taller boy is wearing the black paisley-patterned bandana around his neck just like how hip-hop dudes do. He told Chanyeol it's the first step to being swag and its nice how the guy looked unconvinced but wore it anyway. He can't wait to tease him about it later.
"So how're you and your boyfriend? Park Chanyeol, isn't it?"
Baekhyun doesn't even look at Jongdae when he replies. "He's not my boyfriend."
"Really? But we always see you together after classes and we even thought you  two look cute together. You have this Jack and the beanstalk thing going on." Jongdae chuckles. "And here I thought that you can get the most popular boy in school to date you."
"I totally can." Baekhyun finally looks at Jongdae. "But Jongdae?" He has to concentrate and make use of everything Chanyeol has taught him this past month to get it this out. "When I told you that you were adopted, the only thing I meant was that you don't look like your mom but you are as good-looking as your dad."
He sees his classmates' jaw drop in confused shock before he turns away. That feels kind of good, Baekhyun thinks.
It's free period next and he uses the time to go out and check up on Chanyeol and his bandana. A quick peek into his classroom yields no giant. He's about to return to his room when he spots Chanyeol walking towards the male's lavatory.
Baekhyun follows his not-exactly-friend but stops just outside the door, intending to scare him when he comes out. He'll probably squeal like a girl.
It isn't even a minute after when a boy hastily comes out from the comfort room. It's Chanyeol's bully followed shortly by a dazed looking Chanyeol. Baekhyun's classmate disappears around the corner and he is left with the taller boy grinning widely from ear to ear. "Byun Baekhyun!"
"What?" It's all he's able to say because Chanyeol wraps him into a tight hug before he pulls back and rests his hands on Baekhyun's shoulders.
"I just told somebody to fuck off!" The taller boy's grin is so infectious that Baekhyun finds himself smiling widely, too.
They celebrate over a big bowl of banana split with extra nuts and chocolate syrup.
On the way home, they laugh and shout "We're the baddest dopes in town!" like two drunks. Both of them marginally settle down when they reach the intersection of their streets. They usually separate here for their houses are on opposite directions so he's surprised when Chanyeol continues to march down Baekhyun’s lane. "Hey, where are you going?"
The teen just shrugs and returns to walking. They share a companionable silence until they reach the gates of Baekhyun's house. He feels something. He doesn’t know what it is, but it feels nice. Baekhyun doesn't want this--everything--to end yet.
He faces Chanyeol and fumbles for something to say. "Ya, Park Chanyeol."
The taller boy looks expectantly at him. "Yes?"
"Uh, um." This isn't really happening, is it? Byun Baekhyun, speechless? "Uh..."
"Thanks for this," Chanyeol moves closer and points at the bandana that's still around his neck. "I think it works."
"Of course it does." Baekhyun's hand unconsciously reaches out to touch the cloth.
"So what were you going to say?" Chanyeol says, his voice deep and soothing.
"Huh?" It's a mistake when Baekhyun looks up because he doesn't realize that Chanyeol is so so close. If he just tiptoes and inch or two--
His eyelids turn heavy as he gazes at Chanyeol's full lower lip. Is it just him or are those lips coming nearer?
"Baekhyun?"
Baekhyun jumps back and the moment is completely broken when the gate opens to reveal a scowling guy in his mid-twenties.
"Hyung!" Baekhyun greets his older brother but gets ignored.
The guy fixes his gaze on Chanyeol. "Who are you?"
"He's Park Chanyeol, my schoolmate," Baekhyun answers for the other boy. "Chanyeol, this is my brother, Kyuhyun-hyung."
"Nice to meet you, sir." Chanyeol bows down but gets ignored as well.
"Get inside Baekhyun, it's a school night you should have been here an hour ago." Kyuhyun gives the taller boy another glare before he returns inside.
"Well, see you tomorrow!" he tells Chanyeol.
Baekhyun quickly follows after his brother and finds him in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen sink with his arms crossed over his chest. "What's for dinner?"
"Is he the boy who made you like this?" Kyuhyun asks.
"Like what?"
His brother points at him. "Like this! Was he the one who told you to buy new clothes? The one who told you to cut your hair?"
"No, it was entirely my decision," he answers.
"But why? You looked perfectly normal and--"
"Hyung, I think... I don't look normal," he finally voices out what's been bugging him since he started with his makeover thing with Chanyeol. "I looked around me and all I can see are people laughing because I'm different. I didn't mind, hyung. Because you've taught me everything I know--how to dress and how to act. I've always believed in you. "
"But then I saw that you look just like them, hyung. The clothes you told me to wear, the words you told me to say, the way you told me to act--you don't use them." Baekhyun plays with the hem of his shirt. "I'm not angry at all. I just... I just want to understand."
Kyuhyun sighs and motions for Baekhyun to sit by the dining table. He waits for the younger boy to settle down before he speaks. "I was fifteen when I was left to take care of my little brother. I knew next to nothing about bringing up a child. I barely left childhood myself. I was so afraid of what will happen if I so much as blink and take my eyes off of you for a second. I was trying to finish my studies soon so I could work for the both us."
"I worry every moment that you are out of my sight, Baekhyun. You're our precious baby and I'm the only one you have left. Since I know it's impossible to keep an eye on you all the time, I thought of a way to get you away from those predators outside."
"So you taught me how to dress and act this way because you don't want people to get close and… take advantage of me?" Baekhyun asks, trying to understand his brother's reasoning. Kyunhyun nods. "But hyung, I also didn't have friends."
"I knew that would happen. That's why I try to spend as much time with you as I can. Don't you think my company is enough?" Kyuhyun asks.
Baekhyun hears the hurt in his brother's tone and he rushes to assure him. "Of course it is hyung!"
"Then why do you have to hang out with that Park Chanyeol? I don't like him." Kyuhyun's brows knot and then his eyes widen. "Tell me, is he your boyfriend?" he demands.
The younger boy laughs, although it sounds a bit hollow to his own ears. "That's ridiculous, hyung. He is just a friend, really. A loser one at that."
"If he's a loser then why do you spend so much time with him?"
"Because--" Baekhyun pauses. Why does he?
Because when I'm with him I don't feel so alone. He makes me... happy.
He pauses upon that realization. He has not realized how Chanyeol came to mean this much to him in such a short amount of time.
"Baekhyun?"
He looks up at his brother. "I... I only feel sorry for him because that douche doesn't have any friends."
"Are you sure that's all it is?" his brother asks suspiciously.
"I'm sure, hyung," he reassures the older guy.
Kyuhyun sighs, resigned. "Well, I hope so. I just don’t want to see you hurt or I'll break that boy's nose."
He laughs. "There won't be a need for that, hyung. I promise."
After dinner, Baekhyun goes to his room and dives onto his bed. He smiles into his pillow when he recalls the look of pride on Chanyeol's face as he said Fuck off after every spoonful of ice cream. All the dumb.
His smile drops, though, when he remembers that moment outside the gate when he was looking into Chanyeol's eyes and his stomach was fluttering so much he wanted to puke at the giant's pretty face.
He doesn't know what's happening. He can't really like him. Baekhyun is supposed to fall for princes like Kim Junmyeon and Zhang Yixing. Losers like Park Chanyeol aren't his type. Even if he's funny and always lets Baekhyun choose what flavor of ice cream to buy since Chanyeol lets him finish half of it off anyway.
And Chanyeol doesn't even like him, too. He looks so happy every time they talk about Baekhyun confessing to Yixing. Baekhyun has this suspicion that the taller boy can't wait to be rid of him. The jerk.
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
He told his brother yes but in truth he really isn't sure at all. Because when Chanyeol pushes him to confess, he gets this not so good feeling. The urge to punch the taller boy becomes stronger. Baekhyun doesn't want to feel this way. He doesn't like feeling unsure.
He decides it's time to speak to Zhang Yixing. He has put it off long enough. His relationship (or whatever it is that they have) with Chanyeol is ending anyway. They already fulfilled both their parts in the bargain.
Baekhyun feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He takes it out and sees Douchebag calling on the screen. There's that fluttering thing again. He immediately answers, "Hello?"
"Hey, just want to make sure you didn't get into trouble," Chanyeol says from the other line.
"I didn't."
"Oh, good." They both go silent, neither knowing what else to say.
Baekhyun shifts and lies on his side. His eyes go to the wall calendar. Three weeks to graduation. "Chanyeol? I'm going to ask Yixing out tomorrow."
It takes a while but he hears Chanyeol reply. "That's great, Byun. Good luck!"
The giant sounds happy. His stomach stops fluttering. Instead it plunges down, down, down and, for no reason at all, he wants to end Park Chanyeol's life.
"Yeah," is all he says before he abruptly ends the call.
Baekhyun closes his eyes and ignores the sudden feeling of sadness that sweeps through him.

The thing with Park Chanyeol is that he is really tall, which makes everything difficult for Byun Baekhyun. Also, it's really painful to watch two idiots fall for each other. Let us believe in the powers of love, romance, rainbows, unicorn and all that poop.
(These three statements put together may not make sense but then again when does love ever do?)

There he is again in front of class 3-A's door. Just like before, he's still nervous, but everything else is different.
Baekhyun has taken off his beanie, revealing his rocking magenta hair. His eyes look hot and mysterious with eyeliner. Instead of snickers and derisive looks, he is now the recipient of amazed gasps and admiring stares.
He easily spots Zhang Yixing and with a deep breath he enters the room. He throws a quick glance to the dark-haired giant leaning against a chair to the left and he gets an encouraging smile in return. Baekhyun feels worse.
The walk is short and soon he reaches the blonde guy who was looking curiously at him.
"Hi, Yixing-ssi. I don't know if you remember me but my name is Byun Baekhyun from class 3-C," he says.
"Oh, yes. The guy from the other day? The one who made a bet with Chanyeol?" the other boy answers.
"Uh, yeah. About that, I would really like to make up for it. Are you free this weekend?" He thinks he hears the collective breath the students take behind him as they waited for Zhang Yixing's response.
"A Date?"
"Yes, uh. Yes, a date."
"Okay."
Baekhyun takes out his phone and gets Yixing's number, hands fumbling a little with the keys. "Okay, so I'll just message you when and where?" At the blonde boy's nod, he grins and says, "See you later!"
He bows and turns to leave. Baekhyun's eyes instinctively look for the black cropped hair and the blinding grin but what he sees is Chanyeol's retreating back as the giant goes out the door. The elation he feels quickly turns to something akin to disappointment.
The weekend comes fast.
Baekhyun looks between his wrist watch and his phone's screen. He's waiting for Yixing inside the cozy Chinese restaurant, all made up in a black jacket over an equally black v-neck t-shirt and dark skinny jeans. He did away with styling gel and let his hair fall straight and his fringe parted just a little bit on the side. Park Chanyeol once told him that that suits him the best.
Speaking of the douche, he hasn't talked to Baekhyun since the day he asked Yixing out. Which got Baekhyun wondering why he is still waiting for him to call. Was he hoping to get another good luck from Chanyeol? Or was he just hoping to hear his voice?
He abruptly shakes his head. No, he isn't hoping for that at all but he sends another glance at his phone. Loser.
"Hey," Yixing greets him and Baekhyun pushes his plans of torture for Park Chanyeol to the back of his mind. He thinks the other guy looks princely in his teal knit sweater and slacks but if it were Chanyeol, for a first date, he would have worn--
Focus, Byun Baekhyun. Focus.
He lets Yixing order for him. The guy listens attentively as Baekhyun talks about all sorts of stuff over egg rolls and deep fried wontons. The place is nice. The atmosphere is pleasant. But even if his mouth moves a mile a minute, Baekhyun is bored.
They're now having dessert--a plate of pan-fried water chestnut cake. It's looks delicious and mouth-watering but Baekhyun thinks he'd rather have a strawberry sundae. He touches the collar of his shirt for the thirty-second time during the course of their date. It’s cut low but he somehow feels restricted. Suffocated. He sees a cute dimple appear on the other boy's cheek while he tells him about... Something. Baekhyun can't seem to focus on what Yixing is talking about.
He sips on his glass of iced tea as he studies the blonde boy. What he notices is that Zhang Yixing is handsome but he doesn't have a smile that hurts the eyes. He doesn't make Baekhyun want to punch his face. He doesn't make Baekhyun's neck ache from looking up at him. He doesn't interrupt Baekhyun rudely when he speaks. He doesn't... He's not... He's just not Park Chanyeol.
Baekhyun chokes on his drink.
"You okay?" Yixing asks, concerned.
He coughs some more before he's able to answer. "Yeah."
But no, he isn't. He just had the wildest realization of his seventeen years of (dope) existence. It's quite difficult to accept that Byun Baekhyun, master swagger, likes Park Chanyeol, biggest loser. He likes Dumbyeol. He wants to punch himself.
"So yes, as I was saying--"
"I'm sorry," Baekhyun blurts out. "I don't like you."
Yixing looks surprised but then he lets out a laugh. "Are you rejecting me?"
"Yes. It's not that I don't really like you. I like you but I don't like like you," Baekhyun explains.
Yixing looks lost at first but then he says, "I think I get it."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. To tell you the truth I just said yes because I wanted to be distracted. You see, there's this guy that I really like and--"
Baekhyun holds his hand up. "Uh, I don't really have the time and this is rude and I'd probably get scolded by this giant douchebag I know because where have all our training gone to but I really have to go and so I'm willing to listen to your love story about the dick who obviously doesn't know better than to make you wait but we can do it some other time, you hearing me bitch?"
Yixing chuckles again. "Fine. I'm holding you to that."
Grateful, Baekhyun bows and waves goodbye. Once outside the restaurant he gets his phone and dials the loser's number.
Chanyeol picks up on the second ring. His voice sounds deeper on the phone. "Hey, Byun."
Baekhyun's hold on his phone tightens because Park Chanyeol is a loser but he still misses him. "Hey."
"So--how's the date? Wait. Isn't it too early for you to call? The date's already over?" He hears Chanyeol cluck. "You used the f-word didn't you?"
"I didn't," Baekhyun answers. He starts walking, eager to get to Chanyeol's place. "I used dick, though."
He can hear Chanyeol wince over the phone. "Byun Baekhyun," he says in a long drawn out sigh.
He wants to laugh at the sound but Baekhyun's nervous. He found out he likes the douche but he isn't sure Chanyeol likes him in return. Will he even give Baekhyun the time of day?  "Where are you?" Baekhyun asks.
"I'm... at home. Yeah, just relaxing at home."
Baekhyun passes by the ice cream parlor and wonders if Chanyeol will be wooed by a pint of chocolate mint ice cream. His cheeks flush. What the hell am I even thinking?
"Will you just stay there or will--" Baekhyun pauses and backtracks. He blinks and blinks some more. At home? Then who's that loser sitting on their usual window seat? He sees the two sundaes on the table. Is the loser on a date? He's even wearing the black bandana around his neck and Baekhyun has half a mind to march there and strangle him with it.
"Baek? You still there?"
"You're home, right?" Baekhyun watches the taller guy nod. Dickhead.
"Yes, why?" Chanyeol picks at his ice cream and Baekhyun notices that the other sundae looks untouched. And it's strawberry flavored.
He doesn't really get it but the fluttering starts all over again, stronger this time. "Nothing," he whispers. Where's your date? What are you doing there, Park Chanyeol?
"So are you on your way home now?"
"Chanyeol, where's my bandana? I want it back," he asks into the receiver, ignoring the other's question. His heart is beating fast and he can barely even hear himself.
"Oh, your bandana?" Baekhyun sees the giant hold onto it and fit it more snugly against his chin. "I already threw it away. Since I have my own 'swag' anyway and don't need it anymore."
"But--it's mine." He sees the giant smile from inside the ice cream parlor and it still hurts Baekhyun's eyes. That’s why he feels like crying.
"It's gone, though."
"You're dead, jerkwad."
Chanyeol snorts. The giant stands up and proceeds to go out. Baekhyun walks a few steps back so the loser won't see him. He waits until the other guy is a few feet away before he follows him down the road.
"Well, I guess... Since you got your boy... It's over, huh?" Chanyeol rubs his hand against his nape.
"Yeah," is all he answers. "I have to go."
"Oh, okay. Yeah. Bye."
They're already on Chanyeol's street and Baekhyun continues to follow the taller boy quietly. He tells himself he can just call out to him. Tell him he's there. Ask him why he lied and... Does he like Baekhyun, too? Because he looks like he does.
Then what are you waiting for, Baekhyun? What?
Chanyeol reaches his house and Baekhyun stops a few steps to his right. The giant halts.  Baekhyun stiffens thinking that the dark-haired guy found out he is following him but then Chanyeol just stands there.
Baekhyun watches in surprise as the other boy holds onto the bandana again and lifts it to his lips. He studies his profile and his heart clutches because Chanyeol looks sad.
Is that what he is looking for?
Not able to stop himself any longer, Baekhyun runs over to where Chanyeol is and promptly pulls on the bandana from the back, effectively choking the taller guy. "Wha--"
"You're still such a loser!" Baekhyun pulls again.
Chanyeol turns around, bending down a little because Baekhyun is still holding onto the bandana. "Baekhyun?” he coughs. “You're really going to kill me?"
The shorter boy doesn't answer but instead tiptoes and, mentally throwing all the requirements he has for the perfect boyfriend, kisses Chanyeol.
And of course, since this isn't a fairy tale, his lips miss and smacks straight at Chanyeol's chin. Damnit all.
Baekhyun lets go and glares at the douche. "Why do you have to be so damned tall, you fucktard? You breastfed straight from a cow or something? And why are you smiling like that? How many times do I fucking have to tell you it hurts the eyes? Damnit, why do I even like you? You're--Oof!"
Chanyeol lifts him up and puts him on the doorstep, effectively stopping his pointless tirade.
"Now that you're taller. You can kiss me now," Chanyeol says with a soft smile.
That face. That fucking face. He really wants to punch it.
However, when Baekhyun lifts his hand, it's not to hit Chanyeol but to pull him close. "I can't believe I'm stooping so low and liking a loser like you. It's against the ways of the swag."
"Best confession I've heard so far."
Baekhyun scoffs at him. "Oh, get over yourself. That's the only confession you'll ever gonna get, dumbface."
Chanyeol only has time to roll his eyes before Baekhyun dips his head and catches Chanyeol's lips beneath his own. And then they are kissing.
Baekhyun wraps his arms tightly around Chanyeol's neck. It's okay if Chanyeol is a loser because he really is good at this, he thinks when the taller boy's hands holds onto his waist and deepens the kiss.
He pulls back an inch, breathing now a bit ragged and Baekhyun sees Chanyeol is still grinning. He still wants to punch him and kiss him and punch him. And kiss him endlessly.
The taller boy reluctantly pulls back and removes the bandana from his neck. He then holds on to Baekhyun's slim wrist and wraps the cloth around it, just like how the shorter boy used to do it.
"I like you. I started to like you the first time you called me fegit."
Baekhyun's eyes searches Chanyeol's. "But that's... that was when I had my haircut."
"Yeah," Chanyeol says absently as he finishes tying the bandana. He then looks straight at Baekhyun. "But you were already after Zhang Yixing. And you think I'm a douche."
"I don't think you're a douche. I know you are."
"You're filthy-mouthed," Chanyeol laughs huskily. "But I don't mind. I like you. You can wear your DICKHEAD shirt and wrap this thing on your wrist and yell and curse at me all you want. And I wouldn't mind."
"Really?" Baekhyun asks and he doesn't know what to do because he just really, really, really likes Park Chanyeol.
"Yes. Except for the gold hair. Please."
Baekhyun gives in and punches Chanyeol in the ribs. Although, there isn't much force behind it. He puts all his energy in kissing the loser instead.

The thing with Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol is... No scratch that.
The thing between Byun Baekhyun and Park Chanyeol is love.

And if you're curious. Yes, Baekhyun got to have his happy ending complete with his and Chanyeol's name written in toothpaste.

-sorry again. please feel free to throw bricks... just don't aim too well.