Action! (KrisYeol fic) 2/5

[lizziepro]

Title: Action!
Pairing: KrisYeol
Genre: college!au, crack, comedy
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Summary: Wu Fan has dreams of being the next Lars Von Trier, while Chanyeol just wants to make people happy.This partner film  project is obviously going to be a disaster, right?...

a/n: idk how long this is going to be, maybe this and one or 2 more chapters. we shall see. i just really like writing this ship, even though i don't ship it at all?? more brotp than anything. ^^;



There was still a chill in the air, but that was to be expected in March. The wind had picked up in the past couple of days, which made Wu Fan think that getting additional lighting for his videoshoots would be a bit more tasking than during a still period, but it was okay. He pulled a ponytail holder off his wrist and tied his long, dark blonde hair back behind his head, so he could at least see where he was going and not get hit by a car because his hair decided to be too luscious for his vision to be functional.

He was early to the coffee shop he'd agreed to meet Chanyeol at yesterday evening in class, but he didn't mind. Punctuality was part of his charm, or so he liked to think.

He walked in and ordered a medium iced coffee, black. He liked to put in a little sugar and creamer himself, never trusting the baristas to do it for him. Because no one can make it perfect like him.

He made his way to a seat by the window and grabbed 2 packs of sugar and a creamer packet along the way. Upon sitting and mixing the additives into his beverage, he looked out the window at the people, the cars, the lights along the street. It reminded him of an old French movie he'd once watched and he immediately became a little happier.

The warm, fuzzy feeling of elation in relation to movies overtook his body and mind.

He probably looked crazy, but he didn't care.

He was smiling, thinking about how the scenes fit together so perfectly, but also imperfectly. Jump cuts abound, and misedited audio clips, but there was something in his heart that just sang when he watched that movie.

He felt right.

Like nothing could touch him.

And then a giant appeared at the window, plastered against the glass, waving and smiling like a fiend.

Immediately, Wu Fan was broken from his comfortable state and brought back into reality.

That ridiculous reality that didn't ever make him feel the same as he did when he watched his favorite movies.

Chanyeol came bounding to the table and sat across from Wu Fan, setting down his coffee and brownie, almost knocking Wu Fan's coffee off the table in the process.

"Hey Dragon! How are you today?" Chanyeol said, taking his jacket off and putting it on the back of his chair. He proceeded to tear open the brownie packaging and dive into the sweet treat in his hands.

Wu Fan compared it in his mind to watching a vulture descend on a dead, rotting antelope carcass.

"I'm doing okay. It's been a long day. How about you?" Wu Fan replied, still judging the massacre of sugary sustenance in front of him.

"I'm doing great! It's beautiful outside, isn't it? And my roommate is still alive, so that's always a plus." Chanyeol said, mouth filled with a mix of brownie and now whatever overly sugared drink he bought.

"Why wouldn't your roommate still be alive?"

"Maybe he could've gotten into a freak accident with the garbage disposal when I was in class! You never know! Scary things happen. So everyday he's alive I'm thankful." Chanyeol replied, food now being spit from his mouth in Wu Fan's direction.

"I see..." Wu Fan replied, wiping the residue from his cheek.

"Want to know why else it's a good day?"

"Why? The grass is growing? The sun rose this morning? You had shampoo left when you thought it was out?"

"............How did you know?"

"Shut up. Why else is it a good day?"

"I saw you smiling earlier when I showed up. I was right, you do have a handsome smile." Chanyeol replied, smirking at Wu Fan.

Wu Fan fought for air. Why was this idiot smirking?! More than that, why did that in addition to him calling Wu Fan handsome have this effect on Wu Fan's basic life functionality?!

Wu Fan caught his breath and finally stuttered a "Thanks. I guess..." to the boy sitting across from him.

Chanyeol's smirk turned into a smile.

That dumb, obnoxious smile.

Well, maybe it wasn't as obnoxious as Wu Fan thought. There was something charming about it in a way, in how it turned his whole face a different shape, affecting each feature individually from his eyes to his cheeks and his nose, even his eyebrows and chin.

"What the fuck am I saying?" Wu Fan thought, mentally scolding himself for paying that much attention to something or someone as dumb as Park Chanyeol.

"It's no problem. So, have you thought about the project yet?" Chanyeol asked, taking another huge swig of his coffee.

"I've thought about it a little bit. I'm thinking a big focus on cityscape and the features of the city, especially at night. Like Dans Paris, but not so much nostalgic, French New Wave throwback. It would be more contemporary, appreciation, hidden beauty in the different views of the city. I think more on cinematography, really. I film a lot of location footage, and then I find actors and film them again in the locations I like best, and work with dialogue at the end."

"I've noticed."

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell how you shoot, like the progression. All of your location shots are amazing. I get chills from them, dude, but your dialogue and scripting...well, they need some work. I think I could help you with it. Really." Chanyeol said, scooting forward in his seat, now slightly hovering over the table. The newfound closeness in proximity set Wu Fan on edge a little. He hoped it would subside soon.

Why was he on edge??

"What are you saying? I'm shitty at scripting?" Wu Fan too sat up, getting closer to the boy, now swirling the remnants of his coffee in the bottom of his cup, averting his gaze to said cup.

"How long do you take to script? On average..."

"Truthfully?" Wu Fan raised an eyebrow.

"For realsies." Chanyeol looked up and returned the gesture.

"About 3 hours, tops."

"And how much effort does that take for you to produce?"

"More than it should. I can't do dialogue. I give my actors main points and then usually let them write it themselves, however they feel comfortable talking, but within my directorial needs................if that makes sense?"

"It does. And when you script, you feel dumb, and cheesy, and like you're trying too hard."

"Exactly."

How had Chanyeol known what Wu Fan was doing when he worked??

"Don't worry about being cheesy, Dragon. Scripting will always feel cheesy. It's because you're overemphasizing things and you want your actors to get the emotion. It's not dumb. It sounds dumb to you, but to an actor, the more detailed, the better."

"I still think it's dumb."

"That's where my specialty lies. I'm shameless, so scripting is no problem. I'll work for days on a script, and constantly edit. My production skill on the otherhand is a bit lax. I know it. I usually spend so much time writing that I forget to plan time to shoot or travel to different locations. So a lot of it ends up shot in my basement." Chanyeol sat back, leaning his chair on its back legs and tossing his feet onto the window ledge, looking outside at a puppy passing by.

"The echo comes from there then?"

"It's fucking horrible. But I like it. I think my style is more 1960s Swedish independent film, which is fine. I love that shit."

"I could help you with production things. Like framing and camerawork to make the shots even better."

"That would be nice, but even though we seem to fit together on this...there's something else."

"What? We were just getting somewhere!"

"You don't get it, do you, Dragon?"

"Don't get what?! We were in agreement! We had a conversation, something I never thought I'd have with you since you aren't really my favorite person, to be honest."

Chanyeol sat up in his chair, back straight against the back and arms folded across his chest. His face had turned scarily serious in this moment.

"Why do you make movies, Wu Fan?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you make movies? For festivals and for class and any other creepy, stubborn dragon videos you make?"

Wu Fan was stumped. He had just had one of the more legitimate film conversations with Chanyeol than he'd had with anyone in a long time, and now the kid was getting weird. He should've expected it though. Park fucking Chanyeol.

"I make movies because I love film. I love the idea of the image and the beauty and meaning held within the image. That it can connect people. It makes me happy."

"There's the difference."

"What do you mean? Why do you make movies?"

"Because all I want to do in life is make OTHER PEOPLE happy, Wu Fan. It's nothing to do with my immediate happiness, it's about the happiness of others. That's where my connectivity lies."

"When did you become so serious, Mr. Happy Virus?"

"When you started talking seriously about the project."

"You're Chanyeol. You don't take jack shit seriously."

"I take other people's happiness seriously, therefore this project is serious business."

"You're ridiculous, Park Chanyeol."

"I know," Chanyeol said, finally breaking a smile again after the discussion. The lack of smile had worried Wu Fan for a little bit, but it was nice to see this side of Chanyeol. A side that wasn't so self-absorbed.....

But maybe he wasn't self absorbed at all? Wu Fan had thought he was conceited and disgusting in every situation he'd encountered him in, but Wu Fan was also fairly stubborn and didn't like to admit when he was wrong. He liked to think it was another of his charms.

He was wrong, again.

"Okay, so if we do the whole city theme, like shooting purely in the city at night, like I proposed-"

"And I am agreeing to do right now!" Chanyeol said, shooting his hand up into the air as a symbol of his newfound agreement to the project.

"Right... If we do this, then what's our storyline going to be?" Wu Fan asked, elbows now supporting his folded hands, as he hunched over the table in his seat. Breathing into his hands, he could feel the heat reflect onto his still chilly nose.

He wondered if Chanyeol's breath was as warm as his...

"How about this couple has to find a bomb in 2 hours, otherwise their child will be thrown in the river?!"

"And you said you made movies to make people happy?"

"What?! It's a legitimate idea!"

"An idea I'm vetoing right now."

"Fine. What was your favorite cartoon growing up?"

"Why?"

"Just tell me! It'll be fun."

"And this has to do with the project how?....."

"Just do it, Dragon! I'm curious. Maybe it'll help get my creative juices flowing!" Chanyeol replied, hands now writhing together in anticipation of the answer to come from the older in the next few seconds.

"Pinky and the Brain."

"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Chanyeol shouted, standing up, fitting his hands into his crazy mop of hair.

"Don't tell me it was your favorite too?"

"IT WAS! Those two were so great! One was super great at planning, and he was super serious about their endeavors to take over the world, and the other was just happy-go-lucky, but he still definitely loved the smart one. I swear. They were the greatest. All the domination station."

"I think I liked Brain more." Wu Fan stated calmly, hoping the other might sit down after this fanboy outburst. Not that he minded. Why was everything Chanyeol was doing tonight somehow becoming cute?

"I liked Pinky."

"Are you going to start calling me Brain now?"

"No, but you're gonna end up calling me Pinky."

"No I won't."

"Just watch. It'll be instinct. And besides, we're basically them. We both want world domination and have to work hella hard to get out of our stupid cages to achieve it. And you're scary serious like Brain, good at planning basics and such, but you need Pinky. You need me! I'm your missing shamelessness, spontaneity, happy virus!" Chanyeol said, now reaching across the table and grabbing Wu Fan's shirt to shake him into believing his grand idea.

Wu Fan took the younger's hands off his collar, reluctantly........ and stated "FINE!~ We're Pinky & the Brain."

"Pinky & Dragon is more like it." Chanyeol said, again settling in his chair.

"Okay, so what did this do for you?"

"Make me like you even more."

"What?"

"And It gave me an idea. Superhero parody?"

"More than that..."

"Okay, so we have 2 superheroes, but they're competing. Like one is super serious and the other just fumbles along, yet he's actually insanely smart. Everyone thinks he's an idiot, but then some girl becomes trapped at the top of a tower. The two have been in competition for years and this is their final showdown. They meet and say whoever saves her first can remain a superhero, and whoever loses has to give up the vigilante game. This lets your nighttime footage take precedence and give the movie an awesome look and feel to it, and then we can collab on the script, even though I'll probably do most of it. It'll help you with future scripting though. I'll make sure of it." Chanyeol explained happily. He smiled the entire time, talking with his hands, and Wu Fan watched, smiling himself on the inside.

"So you're going to help me with scripting and you're okay with that being your only job?"

"For right now, yeah! I'm just happy to be working with you. If I would've been paired with one of those girls in class, I wouldn't have gotten to make a decent movie cause I'd be fighting them off the entire time." Chanyeol said this with a face that read utter disgust, like he'd just been forced to eat jellied pigs feet.

"I don't know how you do it, Pinky." Wu Fan said, and before he could catch himself it had slipped. Upon realizing his slip up he sat straight in his chair and his eyes grew huge.

"HA! SEE I TOLD YOU!" Chanyeol laughed, clapping his hands in his seat at the embarrassment of his comrade.

Wu Fan sank down into his chair, and grabbed his coffee, drinking as much as he could as fast as he could, looking out the window the whole time. Where was that comfort he'd had earlier this evening?

"But what don't you get, Dragon?"

Wu Fan turned again to face the younger, who looked earnestly interested in the older's latest remark in reference to his groupies.

"I don't know how you get all those girls to just flock to you like that! It's ridiculous. You don't say much of anything intellectual in terms of film for the entire class, and as soon as you make some dumb off-color comment about a desk chair, the girls are heaving and huffing on the ground basically begging for you to take them home!" Wu Fan said, getting slightly heated.

"I don't know either. I don't even like girls, so it doesn't make sense to me either!" Chanyeol laughed in reply.

Wait.......................

Had Wu Fan heard right?

Chanyeol.......he doesn't-

"I'm guessing your life is the opposite then? You have trouble getting girls to get comfortable around you?" Chanyeol replied, not skipping a beat in terms of his confession.

Wu Fan had this weird knot growing in his stomach. He didn't know what it was, but it was making him nervous and clammy and the room started to spin a bit.

Yet somehow he felt strangely relieved.

He couldn't possibly be fall-

"Dragon?" Chanyeol asked, waving a hand in front of Wu Fan's stoic face.

"Wha-? Oh, yeah. I think I have trouble because I'm kind of intimidating-looking."

"You've got that right."

"Hey now."

"What? You said it! I don't call you Dragon for nothing, you know! And I think it's because they get kind of a cold, awkward feeling from you. You're just not a good people person yet are you?"

"Well..........I mean-"

"And that's why you don't script much, because you're unsure of if you'll get actors or not."

Chanyeol knew too much. Too much without Wu Fan telling him anything at all.

"Yeah. It sucks."

"It's okay. I'll act in your movies, Dragon. And I've got a huge group of friends that live in my dorm, so we have them at our disposal too. This movie will be fine. And while we film, we can work on your people skills!" Chanyeol said, giving the older a thumbs up and smiling from ear to ear.

Wu Fan felt a tinge of warmth in his cheeks...

"Alright, well, we should meet up this weekend and script this all out and whatnot. It shouldn't take long." Wu Fan said, standing up and grabbing his coffee.

"WHOA! YOU'RE A FUCKING GIANT, DRAGON!" Chanyeol yelled in amazement, thereby causing the whole cafe to look in their direction, and sending a definite twinge of red to Wu Fan's cheeks.

He smiled forcefully and looked pleadingly at those staring so they would just sit down and let him be.

"I know. It's part of the reason-"

"I think it's cute. It's kind of charming. I'm really tall too!" Chanyeol went to stand up but Wu Fan pushed him down to his seat again.

"I know you're tall Chanyeol. I've noticed." Wu Fan said quietly, trying to hush the younger in their public surrounding.

"Good. I hoped you would." Chanyeol says as he smiles to himself, refolding his arms in his chair.

Wu Fan sighed and looked toward the door, then back to Chanyeol, who was now looking earnestly up at him for his next move.

"I'm gonna go, Chanyeol. Text me tomorrow and we can plan to hangout this weekend and work on the project. Okay?" Wu Fan said as he began to stride toward the door.

"Yah! Dragon!" Chanyeol yelled as Wu Fan was almost out the door.

Chanyeol smiled an evil smile this time. This worried Wu Fan as he looked back at his newfound friend.

Wu Fan slowly walked back to the table he previously inhabited with Chanyeol and looked down at the seated figure.

"First lesson in people skills: if you're getting up, ask if the other person has trash they'd like thrown away. It makes you seem generous. No one likes trash, and by removing trash from the other person's possession, you make them happy. This is your new goal." Chanyeol said, matter-of-factly.

"My new goal is to become a trash-man?"

"No! You're funny, Dragon. Could you take my trash please?" Chanyeol asked, taking a hold of Wu Fan's hand and looking pleadingly into his eyes.

Was that aegyo?

Really?!?

And why was Wu Fan succumbing to said aegyo?!

Wu Fan sighed and took the trash, pulling his hand from Chanyeol's, the immediate lack of warmth surprising Wu Fan.

He made a b-line for the trash can and walked immediately out the door, not turning back for any recognition of his deed from the younger.

As he left the cafe, the wind bit at his face again. He scrunched his face and turned to look back at the shop out of instinct.

By the window, he saw a happily seated Chanyeol, scribbling in a notebook he must've pulled from his pocket. He must've sensed that Wu Fan was outside because he looked up just in time to see him in the window. His face contorted into an expression that looked like a mix of constipation and elation, but Wu Fan figured he was just being his cute self and saying goodbye since he left without one. The waving solidified that idea.

Wu Fan slightly returned the wave and smiled.

He actually smiled, and didn't try to hold it back.

This project might not totally suck after all.

Especially if it meant Wu Fan got to see more of Chanyeol.

Why hadn't that weird feeling in his stomach subsided yet?