life is good
title: life is good
pairing/s: park jaejung-centric, ninja!baekyeol
genre: joke
length: drabble, 921 wc
warning/s: unbetaed and crap
summary: because park jaejung and my baekhyun-nim happened
an: this is for rei and saras and lia and im so done w myself
He has been waiting for this. Since that moment he heard that voice and saw the pretty face that came along with it on his computer screen, Jaejung fell. And continues to fall. He knows he's being melodramatic but how can he not be? Just on the other side of that door is his Byun Baekhyun. My Baekhyun.
Just thinking of Baekhyun's name makes him want to jump out of his skin and flail and maybe break out into a song-
"Jaejung-ssi, ready?" the staff asks, just in time to yank him back to the present.
"Ah, yes. Yes," Jaejung answers but he knows he isn't. He's shaking and god, really. He gets the signal a second after. With trembling hands he pushes on the door and enters the room.
"Pain is me, Park Chany--"
Click. Backspace. Backspace. There. Better.
"Pain is me, Park Jaejung. It's me every time I look at you, knowing you'll never love me the way I love you."
Jaejung leans back against his chair and grins at his laptop screen. He feels satisfied with his work. Fifteen chapters of editing his name into the fic and he's on his way to another Jaejung/Baekhyun remix. It took him the better part of the day to even get to this part but he has no regrets.
My Baekhyun, I can be your potato.
So maybe he's gotten into a habit of searching for fics.
For Baekhyun fanfics.
For Baekhyun/Chanyeol fanfics.
And changing Park Chanyeol to Park Jaejung. It's not much of a stretch, is it? They have the same last name anyway.
He does stir clear of those angst ones, where they don't end up together. He remembers reading about faulty robots and-well, Park Chanyeol remains Park Chanyeol in them. Jaejung opts for those sweet, funny stories where Baekhyun falls in love with Park Cha-erase-with Park Jaejung and they kiss.
He lets himself get lost in made up universes of Byun Baekhyun's pretty face and slender hands and beautiful, beautiful voice, wishing that he'll be able to see and hear him in person-outside of the harsh light of the computer screen.
Park Jaejung's getting his wish. He blinks once, twice and he gets the urge to throw himself off a cliff because just a few feet away is the man of his dreams. My Baekhyun.
The meeting's all he expects and he doesn't. He expected to be awestruck and he is.
Park Chanyeol's so tall.
Kim Minseok's handsome.
And Byun Baekhyun is small.
But they all seem larger than life.
Now, he's saying the truth. Jaejung doesn't know where he gets this confidence to speak and to converse with these idols but he's saying the truth when he tells them he knows their songs. That he feels like crying when he hears Don't go. Because in every song is Byun Baekhyun's voice, so again, how can he not? Hearing that same voice calling his name and praising him makes his insides flip and flop and spiral crazily. He tries to mask it with words that tumble carelessly out of his mouth, words that fall on top of each other, barely comprehensible even to himself.
My Baekhyun. My Mr. Byun. My Baekhyun-nim.
He sees a flicker of something in the older boy's eyes and Jaejung wonders why he's flustered. Then he realizes he said them out loud.
My Baekhyun. My Mr. Byun. My Baekhyun-nim.
Oh, god. But they're filming and he can't take them back so he passes it off as a joke. Like it was unimportant. Like Park Jaejung didn't spend time scouring the internet for Baekhyun's clothes. Like he didn't replace Park Chanyeol's name with his so that BaekJung exists (even if only in his mind). Like he isn't more than halfway in love with Baekhyun.
He is.
The doorbell rings and Jaejung sprints towards the door. He blows his bangs away from his forehead and opens the door to the delivery man. The man he wanted to see the most.
"Delivery for Park Jaejung."
He nods. "That's me."
He signs the thing on the clipboard and returns it to his favorite guy of the day.
"Enjoy your item, sir."
Jaejung closes the door and quickly makes his way to his room. He opens the box in record time and almost squeals when he reads the print on the black shirt. WOLF 88.
And when he holds it up in front of the mirror, across his chest: BAEK HYUN.
Life is good.
It's too short. The time he spent with him was too short and now they're saying their goodbyes.
But he gets to hold his hand. For a number of times. For more than a second.
And he gets a hug. A quick one but nonetheless something infinitely more than he has ever hoped for. Park Chanyeol smiles at him. Kim Minseok smiles at him. Byun Baekhyun shines and sparkles and smiles at him.
He's leaving and he isn't sure when their paths will cross again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week and every day after if he wins.
Maybe next month. Maybe never if he loses.
Maybe he'll return to changing Chanyeol to Jaejung again and just seeing Byun Baekhyun on his computer screen. Or maybe he'll have to be satisfied with wearing Baekhyun's name.
He wins. They meet again and again and again. There's still Park Chanyeol (he winces).
But he is now Park Jaejung.
Somewhere out there, he's sure that there's a BaekJung fic that isn't written by him.
Life is good.
- i couldn't quote other fics so i quoted mine pmsl
- really, dont worry im done lol
pairing/s: park jaejung-centric, ninja!baekyeol
genre: joke
length: drabble, 921 wc
warning/s: unbetaed and crap
summary: because park jaejung and my baekhyun-nim happened
an: this is for rei and saras and lia and im so done w myself
He has been waiting for this. Since that moment he heard that voice and saw the pretty face that came along with it on his computer screen, Jaejung fell. And continues to fall. He knows he's being melodramatic but how can he not be? Just on the other side of that door is his Byun Baekhyun. My Baekhyun.
Just thinking of Baekhyun's name makes him want to jump out of his skin and flail and maybe break out into a song-
"Jaejung-ssi, ready?" the staff asks, just in time to yank him back to the present.
"Ah, yes. Yes," Jaejung answers but he knows he isn't. He's shaking and god, really. He gets the signal a second after. With trembling hands he pushes on the door and enters the room.
"Pain is me, Park Chany--"
Click. Backspace. Backspace. There. Better.
"Pain is me, Park Jaejung. It's me every time I look at you, knowing you'll never love me the way I love you."
Jaejung leans back against his chair and grins at his laptop screen. He feels satisfied with his work. Fifteen chapters of editing his name into the fic and he's on his way to another Jaejung/Baekhyun remix. It took him the better part of the day to even get to this part but he has no regrets.
My Baekhyun, I can be your potato.
So maybe he's gotten into a habit of searching for fics.
For Baekhyun fanfics.
For Baekhyun/Chanyeol fanfics.
And changing Park Chanyeol to Park Jaejung. It's not much of a stretch, is it? They have the same last name anyway.
He does stir clear of those angst ones, where they don't end up together. He remembers reading about faulty robots and-well, Park Chanyeol remains Park Chanyeol in them. Jaejung opts for those sweet, funny stories where Baekhyun falls in love with Park Cha-erase-with Park Jaejung and they kiss.
He lets himself get lost in made up universes of Byun Baekhyun's pretty face and slender hands and beautiful, beautiful voice, wishing that he'll be able to see and hear him in person-outside of the harsh light of the computer screen.
Park Jaejung's getting his wish. He blinks once, twice and he gets the urge to throw himself off a cliff because just a few feet away is the man of his dreams. My Baekhyun.
The meeting's all he expects and he doesn't. He expected to be awestruck and he is.
Park Chanyeol's so tall.
Kim Minseok's handsome.
And Byun Baekhyun is small.
But they all seem larger than life.
Now, he's saying the truth. Jaejung doesn't know where he gets this confidence to speak and to converse with these idols but he's saying the truth when he tells them he knows their songs. That he feels like crying when he hears Don't go. Because in every song is Byun Baekhyun's voice, so again, how can he not? Hearing that same voice calling his name and praising him makes his insides flip and flop and spiral crazily. He tries to mask it with words that tumble carelessly out of his mouth, words that fall on top of each other, barely comprehensible even to himself.
My Baekhyun. My Mr. Byun. My Baekhyun-nim.
He sees a flicker of something in the older boy's eyes and Jaejung wonders why he's flustered. Then he realizes he said them out loud.
My Baekhyun. My Mr. Byun. My Baekhyun-nim.
Oh, god. But they're filming and he can't take them back so he passes it off as a joke. Like it was unimportant. Like Park Jaejung didn't spend time scouring the internet for Baekhyun's clothes. Like he didn't replace Park Chanyeol's name with his so that BaekJung exists (even if only in his mind). Like he isn't more than halfway in love with Baekhyun.
He is.
The doorbell rings and Jaejung sprints towards the door. He blows his bangs away from his forehead and opens the door to the delivery man. The man he wanted to see the most.
"Delivery for Park Jaejung."
He nods. "That's me."
He signs the thing on the clipboard and returns it to his favorite guy of the day.
"Enjoy your item, sir."
Jaejung closes the door and quickly makes his way to his room. He opens the box in record time and almost squeals when he reads the print on the black shirt. WOLF 88.
And when he holds it up in front of the mirror, across his chest: BAEK HYUN.
Life is good.
It's too short. The time he spent with him was too short and now they're saying their goodbyes.
But he gets to hold his hand. For a number of times. For more than a second.
And he gets a hug. A quick one but nonetheless something infinitely more than he has ever hoped for. Park Chanyeol smiles at him. Kim Minseok smiles at him. Byun Baekhyun shines and sparkles and smiles at him.
He's leaving and he isn't sure when their paths will cross again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week and every day after if he wins.
Maybe next month. Maybe never if he loses.
Maybe he'll return to changing Chanyeol to Jaejung again and just seeing Byun Baekhyun on his computer screen. Or maybe he'll have to be satisfied with wearing Baekhyun's name.
He wins. They meet again and again and again. There's still Park Chanyeol (he winces).
But he is now Park Jaejung.
Somewhere out there, he's sure that there's a BaekJung fic that isn't written by him.
Life is good.
- i couldn't quote other fics so i quoted mine pmsl
- really, dont worry im done lol