#03 [EXO, BAEKHYUN/CHANYEOL]
Fandom: EXO
Title: He Is Me, And I Am Him
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Focus: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Length: 1765
Summary: This is Chanyeol, and this is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol.
Warnings: one swear word
Notes: Recipient! I hope you like this, considering the original fic was only about 150 words! I spent most of the time writing going between fics, deciding which one to remix… and ended up writing this one in a couple of days before it was due! Title goes to Mino’s “I’m Him”.
Remixee author: xglimpsex.livejournal.com
Title of work you remixed: This is his Chanyeol.
Link to work you remixed: http://xglimpsex.livejournal.com/63742.html
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol has his drumsticks at the ready, waiting for the music to start and the lights to go up. The screams are loud and from the side, Baekhyun can see Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrow as he gets ready to steal the hearts of their stadium of fans.
And even though the stylists are pulling at him to ‘hurry up and change!’, Baekhyun watches as the beat drops and Chanyeol starts to play. He’s heard Chanyeol practice plenty of times, watched him during dress rehearsals, but he finds that, as always, he is utterly entranced.
Chanyeol’s got a charisma about him that isn’t like Jongin, who is all smirks and messy hair and stares into the camera, and isn’t like Jongdae, who is all soulful looks and cheekbones raised as high as the notes he sings. Chanyeol is energy and enthusiasm and a passion instilled from years of musical instruments and going over choreography again and again so as not to drag the whole team down with him.
Chanyeol’s set is intense and dramatic and has got Baekhyun’s heart racing in time with the beat.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
Chanyeol’s got sweaty hair and his arms ache from over-practicing. He’s finally managed to go through his set three times without messing up, and by now it’s more morning than night.
“You’ll do fine,” Baekhyun reassures, looking up from his phone from where he’s lying on the couch. He’s been dutifully waiting out Chanyeol’s private rehearsal since earlier that evening, having been instructed to rest his voice before the concerts as much as possible. “Better than fine. You’ll kill it, like you always do.”
Chanyeol frowns and huffs. “I don’t always do,” he protests. “I mess up all the time. I just… can’t mess up this time.”
“We need to sleep.” Baekhyun goes over to where Chanyeol is slumped in his seat, clearly exhausted but through sheer willpower still upright. A hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder is enough for some of the tension to bleed out of his posture. “You need to rest.”
“I know,” Chanyeol groans, shaking his head. “I know. Only… one more time. Just once more.”
Baekhyun nods and squeezes Chanyeol’s shoulder before moving back to his seat. Chanyeol takes a breath and readies himself before launching once more into his set. Baekhyun can see the tremor in Chanyeol’s arms, and watches the sweat bead on his forehead. As Chanyeol closes his eyes in concentration, Baekhyun feels his world shrink a bit more around the shape of Chanyeol.
Chanyeol is playing with his last bit of strength, throwing himself into the music, and Baekhyun’s heart beats a little faster when Chanyeol returns the smile Baekhyun’s offering in encouragement.
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol has a tiny little smirk playing on his lips, shifting his pose minutely with every snap the camera makes. The photographer is beside himself, praise pouring out of his mouth as though this would somehow make the picture come out nicer than they already are.
The concept is bad boy and although some of their group struggle to sell the look enough to get at least a couple of good shots, Chanyeol’s got this one in the bag. It might be the height, might be the strong eyebrows, might just be that Chanyeol’s smiling eyes when narrowed are intimidating and cool.
Baekhyun picks at the fruit platter they’ve got set up for the other members to pass the time on while they wait for their turn. His eyes are a tiny bit irritated by the excessive eyeliner he’s sporting, and he wishes once again that he didn’t have to rely on thick makeup to be deemed passably “bad”.
Chanyeol glares at the camera, then looks off to the side in disinterest, then offers the photographer a grin with his teeth bared. Baekhyun thinks wryly of the fans and the reaction Chanyeol will pull out of them when they pick up their copies of the magazine they’re shooting for.
It’s with difficulty that Baekhyun tears his eyes away from the shoot, unwilling to be noticed and end up as the butt of yet another round of jokes about the “moony look in your eyes, hyung”, but he sneaks looks anyway.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
“I call this ‘Bold and Brash’,” Chanyeol announces, folding his body in awkward places and pursing his lips in the most shameless duck face Baekhyun has seen since Tao’s Weibo selcas.
Baekhyun snorts and throws a slipper at Chanyeol. “More like ‘Belongs in the Trash’,” he snarks, waving his hand dismissively.
“You’re just jealous,” Chanyeol accuses with a sneer, striking another pose and just barely managing to save himself from toppling over, “Because you know you can’t work as good as all of this.” He gestures to his lanky, overgrown body with a flourish.
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely it,” Baekhyun agrees, deadpan.
They’re practicing (or at least, Chanyeol is practicing) for their upcoming photoshoot, of which they’d only been told “high fashion”. Baekhyun doesn’t know in what universe the ridiculous poses Chanyeol is flaunting is considered “high fashion”, but he lets Chanyeol indulge himself.
Baekhyun cackles as Chanyeol puts his hands on his skinny hips and juts out a hip, giving Baekhyun his best smolder. Chanyeol is thoroughly unprepared for the familiar clicks of a camera going off, which gives Baekhyun ample time to capture multiple shots on his phone.
“Hey!” Chanyeol complains immediately, pout evident on his lips as he makes a lunge for Baekhyun’s phone. “You dick, delete those!”
Baekhyun fends Chanyeol off with his feet as he laughs, fingers working fast before Chanyeol uses his height advantage to wrestle the device from his hands.
“You know, I haven’t posted anything to Instagram in a while,” he comments thoughtfully, smiling wider as Chanyeol lets out a pitiful whine. “I’m sure our fans would appreciate your Spongebob boxers as much as I do.”
Chanyeol gives up after Baekhyun shows him the picture (#nofilter!) he’s posted, and retaliates by collapsing on top of Baekhyun’s body and whining about the state of his image.
Chanyeol is cute, cute, cute like this, all droopy and pouty and huffy after his very public humiliation. Baekhyun can’t stop staring and grinning and doesn’t tell Chanyeol that he’d only posted the picture onto the personal account the fans didn’t know about.
(The fans can have the bad boy; Baekhyun would choose Bold and Brash any day.)
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol folds the tissue neatly before handing it to Nana quietly, eyes never leaving Seho as he does so. Baekhyun watches the broadcast on his phone between schedules, and like any crazed fan, he spots the little gesture.
Chanyeol carries the bulk of what Seho has brought to the house, uncomplaining as he lifts box after box into Seho’s room. His smile never fades, and he’s the picture of modesty as he waves away any thanks sent his way.
Gayeon mentions off-hand in an idle conversation that the lock on their bathroom door is broken. Chanyeol fixes the lock without any prompting, eager to please and happy as a clam once he’s got the lock to work again. He high-fives Gayeon and runs off to tell Sungwoo about his accomplishment.
Chanyeol sweats under the sun as he hammers away at their homemade table, happily playing along and making a good-natured fool out of himself by performing an impromptu solo rendition of Overdose. The table comes together after hours of toil, after which Chanyeol’s got schedules to attend, but there is nothing but laughter and jokes that comes out of Chanyeol’s mouth.
Baekhyun doesn’t tell anyone, but he skips through most of the rather long two hour broadcasts, pausing and rewinding when he gets to a part Chanyeol is in. He watches Chanyeol slowly build his up his “gentle-dol” image; the natural sweetheart in him thriving under the praise and doting of his Roommate cast mates.
Baekhyun stifles a coo when he watches Chanyeol cheer on Sora cutely, and from his spot on the opposite side of the screen, Baekhyun realizes that the image is easy to buy.
Boyfriend material, indeed.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
For all of Chanyeol’s complaints about Baekhyun’s bedtime noises, Chanyeol snores. Baekhyun’s had to record it once, because Chanyeol had vehemently denied any and all snoring accusations.
Chanyeol also: kicks, steals the covers, and clings tight by the time he’s fallen into deep sleep. Baekhyun blames his under-eye circles on Chanyeol, but this doesn’t stop the makeup artists from tutting and brandishing more BB cream at him. Baekhyun finds this distinctly unfair, because no matter how many times he prods Chanyeol to ‘move over, it’s too fucking hot, you giant oaf’, Chanyeol powers on through his sleep without making any move to release his hold on Baekhyun.
Chanyeol leaves his socks lying around everywhere (but only his socks), and doesn’t let Baekhyun wear any of his snapbacks. He loves to sing obnoxiously off-tune in the shower when he knows Baekhyun is outside and waiting for his turn. He especially takes great joy from stealing bits of whatever Baekhyun is eating, grinning widely as he shoves a spoonful of Baekhyun’s patbingsu into his mouth. Chanyeol’s jokes are, for the most part, not funny.
But Chanyeol also hands Baekhyun an extra water bottle that he’d brought over, which Baekhyun sips from gratefully after three hours of brutal vocal practice. Chanyeol shrugs at Baekhyun’s thank you, too engrossed in his game of 2048. He’s the only one that doesn’t mind Baekhyun’s penchant for wearing clothing that was not his own, slipping out of the hoodie he’s wearing because he knows Baekhyun loves how soft it is.
(It’s more the way the hoodie retains Chanyeol’s scent, but Baekhyun is not going to correct him.)
Chanyeol pulls softly at the covers, all shy smiles and hopeful eyes when Baekhyun cracks an eye open to see who dared disturb his sleep. He’s got his phone in one hand and a plush toy in the other and Baekhyun just pulls the covers back and lets Chanyeol climb into the too-small bed, no matter how fussy of a sleeper he was.
And when Chanyeol kisses him goodnight, it’s all Chanyeol and tenderness, and love.
There is the fans’ Chanyeol, and there is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol, but ultimately there is just Chanyeol. Regardless of whether or not they’re performing at the first solo concert, or if they’re accepting a prestigious award, or if it’s just Chanyeol on his guitar, harmonizing with Baekhyun, he is the same Chanyeol that always, always shines.
And Baekhyun is in love with all of him.
Title: He Is Me, And I Am Him
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Focus: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Length: 1765
Summary: This is Chanyeol, and this is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol.
Warnings: one swear word
Notes: Recipient! I hope you like this, considering the original fic was only about 150 words! I spent most of the time writing going between fics, deciding which one to remix… and ended up writing this one in a couple of days before it was due! Title goes to Mino’s “I’m Him”.
Remixee author: xglimpsex.livejournal.com
Title of work you remixed: This is his Chanyeol.
Link to work you remixed: http://xglimpsex.livejournal.com/63742.html
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol has his drumsticks at the ready, waiting for the music to start and the lights to go up. The screams are loud and from the side, Baekhyun can see Chanyeol’s eyebrows furrow as he gets ready to steal the hearts of their stadium of fans.
And even though the stylists are pulling at him to ‘hurry up and change!’, Baekhyun watches as the beat drops and Chanyeol starts to play. He’s heard Chanyeol practice plenty of times, watched him during dress rehearsals, but he finds that, as always, he is utterly entranced.
Chanyeol’s got a charisma about him that isn’t like Jongin, who is all smirks and messy hair and stares into the camera, and isn’t like Jongdae, who is all soulful looks and cheekbones raised as high as the notes he sings. Chanyeol is energy and enthusiasm and a passion instilled from years of musical instruments and going over choreography again and again so as not to drag the whole team down with him.
Chanyeol’s set is intense and dramatic and has got Baekhyun’s heart racing in time with the beat.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
Chanyeol’s got sweaty hair and his arms ache from over-practicing. He’s finally managed to go through his set three times without messing up, and by now it’s more morning than night.
“You’ll do fine,” Baekhyun reassures, looking up from his phone from where he’s lying on the couch. He’s been dutifully waiting out Chanyeol’s private rehearsal since earlier that evening, having been instructed to rest his voice before the concerts as much as possible. “Better than fine. You’ll kill it, like you always do.”
Chanyeol frowns and huffs. “I don’t always do,” he protests. “I mess up all the time. I just… can’t mess up this time.”
“We need to sleep.” Baekhyun goes over to where Chanyeol is slumped in his seat, clearly exhausted but through sheer willpower still upright. A hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder is enough for some of the tension to bleed out of his posture. “You need to rest.”
“I know,” Chanyeol groans, shaking his head. “I know. Only… one more time. Just once more.”
Baekhyun nods and squeezes Chanyeol’s shoulder before moving back to his seat. Chanyeol takes a breath and readies himself before launching once more into his set. Baekhyun can see the tremor in Chanyeol’s arms, and watches the sweat bead on his forehead. As Chanyeol closes his eyes in concentration, Baekhyun feels his world shrink a bit more around the shape of Chanyeol.
Chanyeol is playing with his last bit of strength, throwing himself into the music, and Baekhyun’s heart beats a little faster when Chanyeol returns the smile Baekhyun’s offering in encouragement.
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol has a tiny little smirk playing on his lips, shifting his pose minutely with every snap the camera makes. The photographer is beside himself, praise pouring out of his mouth as though this would somehow make the picture come out nicer than they already are.
The concept is bad boy and although some of their group struggle to sell the look enough to get at least a couple of good shots, Chanyeol’s got this one in the bag. It might be the height, might be the strong eyebrows, might just be that Chanyeol’s smiling eyes when narrowed are intimidating and cool.
Baekhyun picks at the fruit platter they’ve got set up for the other members to pass the time on while they wait for their turn. His eyes are a tiny bit irritated by the excessive eyeliner he’s sporting, and he wishes once again that he didn’t have to rely on thick makeup to be deemed passably “bad”.
Chanyeol glares at the camera, then looks off to the side in disinterest, then offers the photographer a grin with his teeth bared. Baekhyun thinks wryly of the fans and the reaction Chanyeol will pull out of them when they pick up their copies of the magazine they’re shooting for.
It’s with difficulty that Baekhyun tears his eyes away from the shoot, unwilling to be noticed and end up as the butt of yet another round of jokes about the “moony look in your eyes, hyung”, but he sneaks looks anyway.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
“I call this ‘Bold and Brash’,” Chanyeol announces, folding his body in awkward places and pursing his lips in the most shameless duck face Baekhyun has seen since Tao’s Weibo selcas.
Baekhyun snorts and throws a slipper at Chanyeol. “More like ‘Belongs in the Trash’,” he snarks, waving his hand dismissively.
“You’re just jealous,” Chanyeol accuses with a sneer, striking another pose and just barely managing to save himself from toppling over, “Because you know you can’t work as good as all of this.” He gestures to his lanky, overgrown body with a flourish.
“Oh yeah, that’s definitely it,” Baekhyun agrees, deadpan.
They’re practicing (or at least, Chanyeol is practicing) for their upcoming photoshoot, of which they’d only been told “high fashion”. Baekhyun doesn’t know in what universe the ridiculous poses Chanyeol is flaunting is considered “high fashion”, but he lets Chanyeol indulge himself.
Baekhyun cackles as Chanyeol puts his hands on his skinny hips and juts out a hip, giving Baekhyun his best smolder. Chanyeol is thoroughly unprepared for the familiar clicks of a camera going off, which gives Baekhyun ample time to capture multiple shots on his phone.
“Hey!” Chanyeol complains immediately, pout evident on his lips as he makes a lunge for Baekhyun’s phone. “You dick, delete those!”
Baekhyun fends Chanyeol off with his feet as he laughs, fingers working fast before Chanyeol uses his height advantage to wrestle the device from his hands.
“You know, I haven’t posted anything to Instagram in a while,” he comments thoughtfully, smiling wider as Chanyeol lets out a pitiful whine. “I’m sure our fans would appreciate your Spongebob boxers as much as I do.”
Chanyeol gives up after Baekhyun shows him the picture (#nofilter!) he’s posted, and retaliates by collapsing on top of Baekhyun’s body and whining about the state of his image.
Chanyeol is cute, cute, cute like this, all droopy and pouty and huffy after his very public humiliation. Baekhyun can’t stop staring and grinning and doesn’t tell Chanyeol that he’d only posted the picture onto the personal account the fans didn’t know about.
(The fans can have the bad boy; Baekhyun would choose Bold and Brash any day.)
This is Chanyeol:
Chanyeol folds the tissue neatly before handing it to Nana quietly, eyes never leaving Seho as he does so. Baekhyun watches the broadcast on his phone between schedules, and like any crazed fan, he spots the little gesture.
Chanyeol carries the bulk of what Seho has brought to the house, uncomplaining as he lifts box after box into Seho’s room. His smile never fades, and he’s the picture of modesty as he waves away any thanks sent his way.
Gayeon mentions off-hand in an idle conversation that the lock on their bathroom door is broken. Chanyeol fixes the lock without any prompting, eager to please and happy as a clam once he’s got the lock to work again. He high-fives Gayeon and runs off to tell Sungwoo about his accomplishment.
Chanyeol sweats under the sun as he hammers away at their homemade table, happily playing along and making a good-natured fool out of himself by performing an impromptu solo rendition of Overdose. The table comes together after hours of toil, after which Chanyeol’s got schedules to attend, but there is nothing but laughter and jokes that comes out of Chanyeol’s mouth.
Baekhyun doesn’t tell anyone, but he skips through most of the rather long two hour broadcasts, pausing and rewinding when he gets to a part Chanyeol is in. He watches Chanyeol slowly build his up his “gentle-dol” image; the natural sweetheart in him thriving under the praise and doting of his Roommate cast mates.
Baekhyun stifles a coo when he watches Chanyeol cheer on Sora cutely, and from his spot on the opposite side of the screen, Baekhyun realizes that the image is easy to buy.
Boyfriend material, indeed.
This is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol:
For all of Chanyeol’s complaints about Baekhyun’s bedtime noises, Chanyeol snores. Baekhyun’s had to record it once, because Chanyeol had vehemently denied any and all snoring accusations.
Chanyeol also: kicks, steals the covers, and clings tight by the time he’s fallen into deep sleep. Baekhyun blames his under-eye circles on Chanyeol, but this doesn’t stop the makeup artists from tutting and brandishing more BB cream at him. Baekhyun finds this distinctly unfair, because no matter how many times he prods Chanyeol to ‘move over, it’s too fucking hot, you giant oaf’, Chanyeol powers on through his sleep without making any move to release his hold on Baekhyun.
Chanyeol leaves his socks lying around everywhere (but only his socks), and doesn’t let Baekhyun wear any of his snapbacks. He loves to sing obnoxiously off-tune in the shower when he knows Baekhyun is outside and waiting for his turn. He especially takes great joy from stealing bits of whatever Baekhyun is eating, grinning widely as he shoves a spoonful of Baekhyun’s patbingsu into his mouth. Chanyeol’s jokes are, for the most part, not funny.
But Chanyeol also hands Baekhyun an extra water bottle that he’d brought over, which Baekhyun sips from gratefully after three hours of brutal vocal practice. Chanyeol shrugs at Baekhyun’s thank you, too engrossed in his game of 2048. He’s the only one that doesn’t mind Baekhyun’s penchant for wearing clothing that was not his own, slipping out of the hoodie he’s wearing because he knows Baekhyun loves how soft it is.
(It’s more the way the hoodie retains Chanyeol’s scent, but Baekhyun is not going to correct him.)
Chanyeol pulls softly at the covers, all shy smiles and hopeful eyes when Baekhyun cracks an eye open to see who dared disturb his sleep. He’s got his phone in one hand and a plush toy in the other and Baekhyun just pulls the covers back and lets Chanyeol climb into the too-small bed, no matter how fussy of a sleeper he was.
And when Chanyeol kisses him goodnight, it’s all Chanyeol and tenderness, and love.
There is the fans’ Chanyeol, and there is Baekhyun’s Chanyeol, but ultimately there is just Chanyeol. Regardless of whether or not they’re performing at the first solo concert, or if they’re accepting a prestigious award, or if it’s just Chanyeol on his guitar, harmonizing with Baekhyun, he is the same Chanyeol that always, always shines.
And Baekhyun is in love with all of him.