Action! (KrisYeol Fic) 4/5

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Title: Action!
Pairing KrisYeol
Genre: ollege!au, drama, angst, comedy (it's there i promise!)
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: so, fair warning. this might suck, in terms of it being a 180 from where the other ones went and in terms of feels you might feel and not want to........just saying! be forewarned! enjoy~ ^^ the final part should be up tomorrow or monday, ideally. but we'll see.



The comfort was unreal.

Wu Fan had never been so at ease when filming something, let alone a dumb fucking superhero movie. He hated them, to be completely honest, but then again, he had hated Chanyeol when he first met him.

That first night of filming was.....indescribable.

Wu Fan felt alive.

They reached their destination and Wu Fan remembers setting up the camera on the tripod, after which Chanyeol asked him about getting the shot to look, as he called it, "As super wickedly Fritz Lang as you, Dragon", referring to the framing and shadow work.

"Why do you say my footage looks like Fritz Lang's?"

"Cause it's dark, and mysterious, and kind of makes me think you're probably a German cannibal, but your movies are to beautiful for you to eat people in your spare time." Chanyeol said with his face-scrunching smile ever present.

Wu Fan just looked at him. He was both flattered and slightly offended at once, eyebrows furrowing trying to decipher which emotion was the correct one, but he decided to push out the offense and take it more in a flattery sense.

He's pretty sure that's how Chanyeol meant it to sound, but again, it was Chanyeol.

"Here, let me show you. It's all about manual camera settings." Wu Fan began as he walked over to the camera with Chanyeol close behind him, right at his heels.

"What?! Manual settings? Why manual?! If you just press the auto button, everything should work fine, right? That's why they have the auto button. No one takes time to manually set up each shot."

"I do."

"This is why you're a special snowflake, Dragon~" Chanyeol said as he poked Wu Fan's cheeks.

Wu Fan remained stoic in his place. He couldn't let Chanyeol know how close he was to just melting at his presence, his touch.

His cheeks went red.

"Come on. Look, first, set your white balance. Just take a white sheet of paper, hold it in front of the camera so it takes up the frame, and press the manual white balance button." Wu Fan said, handing Chanyeol a piece of paper to use.

Chanyeol took the paper and put it in front of the frame, but then stopped.

"Wait, where's the button?" He asked, scanning the side of his camera with his pointer finger in search of the button.

"It's right here." Wu Fan said, taking the younger's hand and pressing it against the button.

Chanyeol looked up at him, wide-eyed at his sudden movement, and Wu Fan let his hand linger on Chanyeol's, marveling at its bone structure and the utter perfection of said structure. How soft his hands felt in comparison to his own. How there were no calluses on his knuckles. How his nails weren't grimy like the rest of him. How right and warm his hand felt, and even though he had just recently held it on the train there, each time was like the first.

"Dragon, I think I've got this now. And the camera's tweaking because I'm still pushing the button." Chanyeol said in his deep voice.

"Wha-Sorry!" Wu Fan said, quickly retracting his hand.

"Now, since I know how to white balance now, what's next?!" Chanyeol asked, eyes lighting up at the thought of learning Wu Fan's filming prep ritual. He wrung his hands together and looked at Wu Fan with such eagerness, Wu Fan thought Chanyeol would piss himself if he kept him waiting much longer, looking like a 3 year old in daycare who needs to use the restroom at playtime.

Wu Fan relished in his instruction time and taught Chanyeol about zooming, focusing, setting his shutter speed, and setting his gain. Not that he actually led Chanyeol's hand to any of these buttons after his slip up with the white balance, but he desperately wanted to.

He ached for that warmth again.

That night, they filmed about 1/3 of their footage, Chanyeol stuck to Wu Fan's side the entire time as Wu Fan gave stern direction to their actors. Chanyeol would mimic Wu Fan's hand motions, when he would point to something, when he would run his hands through his hair, when he would give signals to the actors to begin the scene, when he would pick up his coffee mug to take another swig of his almost black coffee. Chanyeol was right there at his hip. Wu Fan thought it was cute, but he never let Chanyeol know.

Over the next couple weeks they filmed the rest of their footage.

It went smoothly most nights, or as smooth as filming with 5 guys hopped up on caffeinated drinks and sugar to stay up and shoot all through the night can go.

With a few citations from the police for indecent exposure, a couple of scenes which took a while to shoot because of drunken teens yelling at them for being stupid (which Wu Fan quickly took care of by simply walking up to them with his best bitchface on), and a couple of minor injuries to the superheroes due to some dumb stunts set up by Chanyeol without Wu Fan's knowledge, everything finally came down to the final scene.

It was 3:30am, and Kyungsoo was strung up with a rope obviously around his waist. He was floating above the ground, suspended by this rope, as he was at the end of the second take of the scene in which he had to jump from the top of the wall and make his grand exit. The boys all probably could've rigged this a little bit better, but they were having too much fun laughing at Kyungsoo every time the rope caught and he just barely missed the ground with a shout of pain from the rope basically cutting into his waist.

He wasn't going to get seriously injured, and, for all intents and purposes, the boys didn't really need to rig him to a rope since the wall wasn't that tall anyway.

But then again, it was 3:30am.

Jongin stood atop the wall, helping to hoist the dangling Kyungsoo back up to his mark. Kyungsoo scratched with his feet and hands, trying to work his way back up to the top, while Wu Fan set the camera up for the final shot. They had moved from the top of the wall to ground level to get a profile shot of Kyungsoo's falling form. Baekhyun sat off to the side, napping in his drag outfit and making puppy noises, which Chanyeol told Wu Fan about all the time because he thought they were cute.

Wu Fan just hoped the whining wouldn't be caught on the audio track, though in reality he could edit it out later.

But still.

Chanyeol was currently attending to the sleeping Baekhyun when Wu Fan began calling to the two lead actors. Chanyeol quickly sprang up and ran to Wu Fan's side, slipping an arm around his waist, inside his light jacket.

Wu Fan twitched a little at the intrusion, but relaxed as Chanyeol put his head on his shoulder.

This was okay by Wu Fan.

"Alright! You ready guys! This is it!" Wu Fan yelled up to the boys on the wall top. The rope was tied to a telephone pole right next to the wall on the other side, and all Kyungsoo had to do was jump off the wall like he was flying.

When Wu Fan and Chanyeol first proposed the stunt to Kyungsoo, his eyes, already quite large, grew to about the size of Baekhyun's famous cookies, minus the chocolate chips embedded in the sugary discs. By now though, he was tired enough that a slight pain in his waist in the morning would be nothing compared to the joy he would get from finally being able to sleep like a normal person again.... until finals started anyway.

"COME ON, WU FAN! WE'RE READY!" Jongin yelled back to Wu Fan, slightly shivering from exhaustion and the vague breeze in the air.

Wu Fan took one last look around the area before settling behind the camera to look at the display screen.

The night sky was lit to perfection, even at this late hour.

In the search for the location for this particular scene, Chanyeol and Wu Fan went on a late night adventure into the city. They took notes on streets and angles on said streets for camera positioning and framing of figures in the shot in relation to the buildings. Everything was extremely detailed, something Chanyeol wasn't used to doing  for a shoot. He did his best though, taking notes, well, mostly drawing pictures of puppies and cars and rainbows in his notebook, with the occasional dragon of course. Wu Fan looked at Chanyeol most of the time while the younger drew diligently in his notebook, trying to make it look like he was taking decent notes, but Wu Fan knew better. He silently admired the boy, trying to memorize the features of his face and how they would change as he experienced different emotions.

His favorite by far was when Chanyeol was just simply content.

All of his features softened, but they retained an edge, a natural sort of edge inherent in Chanyeol's being.

That was what made Wu Fan weak at the knees.

They walked for hours, talking about the most random of things, from the river, to the friendship bracelet Chanyeol had made Baekhyun out of doll hair, to the number of licks it'd take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. It all ended though when Chanyeol stopped walking in the middle of the road, around 3am, and Wu Fan just looked back at him, stopping in his path to get to the other side of the road.

He sighed.

Chanyeol just stood there, center of the street, jaw hanging low, eyes brighter than Wu Fan had ever seen them, just staring at this wall.

"Chanyeol, what the fuck are you looking at? You're gonna get us run over by a semi-truck, you idiot-"

"Dragon! Look at this!" Chanyeol pointed eagerly at the grey mass in front of them.

"Look at what?! IT'S A WALL." Wu Fan said through gritted teeth. This was not really happening to him right now, at 3am, on a deserted street.

"IT'S NOT A WALL THOUGH." Chanyeol yelled looking back at Wu Fan, who had now started walking back to meet the younger boy.

"YES. I THINK THAT'S A WALL, CHANYEOL. PRETTY SURE. IT'S MADE OF STONE. PAINTED GREY. HAS SOME SPRAY PAINT ON IT. DOESN'T HAVE A DOOR LEADING TO AN INTERIOR. SEEMS PRETTY SOLID. YEP. ALL OF THESE ARE WALL TRAITS." Wu Fan pointed to various areas of the wall to prove his point, getting angrier by the second.

Why did he like this boy again?

"NO, IT-"

"PARK FUCKING CHANYEOL, COME ON. WE NEED TO GET OUT OF THE STREET. WE'RE GONNA GET KILLED."

"BY WHAT?! ALL THESE CARS?!" Chanyeol yelled back, opening his arms to the emptiness surrounding them.

"WHAT IF A DRUNK COMES OUT OF NOWHERE! WE COULD DIE!"

"WU FAN. LOOK~~~" Chanyeol said again, now writhing in his place, jumping up and down.

"I AM LOOKING, CHANYEOL!" Wu Fan said, now turning away from the wall. He knew what was there. He'd seen it for the past couple of minutes. The wall was still there. It wouldn't change when he turned away from it to begin his trek back across the crosswalk. It was too late for this shit. Wu Fan was getting tired and grumpy and he wanted to go home if Chanyeol was going to be like this.

"NO. LOOK~" Chanyeol said pointing to the wall. Wu Fan still didn't understand what was happening. Why the fuck was he looking at this wall?!

Wu Fan could just feel the bitchiness on his face and the absolute disbelief at the fact that he was arguing with this boy he liked in the middle of the road in the middle of the night over some..........stupid.......................wall...................

Wu Fan turned back around again, after almost reaching the other sidewalk, and while looking at said wall again he realized what Chanyeol had meant.

It wasn't a wall.

It was the perfect view.

The perfect picture.

The perfect location for the final shot of their movie.

He had to take in the bigger picture, not just part of it.

The cityscape was breathtaking.

The building fit together like a puzzle, but tapered just right.

Everything about it was awesome.

Wu Fan was awestruck, and in the middle of his gaping at the scene, Chanyeol put an arm around the older boy's shoulders, bringing him into his side.

Nothing could get better than that moment there, together.

Wu Fan reminisced about that moment as soon as he yelled "ACTION!" to the boys on that wall.

He was back next to Chanyeol in the middle of the street, in the wee hours of the morning, doing what he loved most, with a boy he was in love with.

The scene was finished in the blink of an eye.

"CUT! THAT'S A WRAP ON 'CAPTAIN BRIEFS VS. SPANDEX MAN'!" Wu Fan yelled as he stopped the camera from recording.

Kyungsoo was flailing in excitement, suspended in midair by the rope, as Jongin was dancing on the top of the wall in his costume.

Baekhyun was barely awake, but he was clapping nonetheless as he sat on the ground in a pile of equipment bags.

And Chanyeol and Wu Fan high fived each other, smiling and whooping as they did so.

But suddenly, Wu Fan pulled the younger boy into a hug.

He grabbed his wrist and just fucking went for it.

The warmth of Chanyeol's body in contrast to the cool April breeze was exhilarating for Wu Fan, who was just now realizing what he'd done.

He was smiling so hard his face hurt, but when Chanyeol hugged back, his face dropped and he tried to pull away.

This only caused Chanyeol to pull tighter onto the boy he was now attached to, nuzzling into his shoulder.

"Dragon, we did it! We filmed our first movie! Thank you so much for helping me." Chanyeol whispered into Wu Fan's ear.

Everything was right in that moment, and Wu Fan never wanted it to end.

His smile came right back to his face.

The boys all shared a group hug once Chanyeol and Wu Fan had broken apart, and Jongin had freed Kyungsoo from his rope prison. They celebrated, carrying all the equipment and walking back to their dorm in their costumes, hollering the whole way. Chanyeol even bought snow cones for the boys, because snow cones were his favorite, and so he obviously assumed everyone else would want one as well.

"They're so fun! Snow that tastes good!? And you don't have to try and catch little flakes on your tongue! It's all right here in front of you. Come on, how can you not like it?~" Chanyeol's logic went as such when Baekhyun questioned as to why they were getting snow cones at 4am.

The boys eventually made it back to the dorm, and Wu Fan had decided to stay the night as he had done the other nights when they'd been filming.

With a big "thank you" from Wu Fan and Chanyeol, Kyungsoo and Jongin made their way back to their dorm room, while Baekhyun simply fell face first into the white sofa in the living room, not realizing he was still caked in make-up.

Wu Fan and Chanyeol decided he could clean it up in the morning.

Chanyeol brushed his teeth and slipped out of his jeans, leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt, Wu Fan opting for a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie as he got cold when he slept.

The two made it to Chanyeol's bed and just laid there next to each other, not initially speaking of anything.

They were silent, until Chanyeol spoke up.

"It's over, Wu Fan. Can you believe it?!" Chanyeol said, not looking at his comrade, but up at the ceiling. His hands were folded across his stomach, and Wu Fan's arms held his head as he rested on a pillow. This provided Chanyeol room to lie right next to Wu Fan, never detaching  from the warmth of his side.

"It's weird. Now we have to edit for the next month, but that's nothing compared to filming. Editing won't take long at all. I'm too goo-I mean we're too good at editing anyway, so it's not an issue."

"You're right. Plus, we filmed some really great stuff. I really liked the scene when we had Jongin and Kyungsoo save Baekhyun from the top of the building. That was great. They did so well."

"Mhmmmm. I'm glad they had fun. They seemed pretty comfortable, even if Kyungsoo did freak out when we told him he'd be the one to win in the end. Did he expect to lose? Did he not even read the script? I don't know. Kid is weird."

"But I'm weird too!"

"This is true."

"I'm the weirdest, right?"

"I'd say so, actually. If there were a weird contest, you'd be first prize no problem."

"Good. I want to be first prize if you're giving awards."

"Speaking of, you remembered to film that award ceremony scene, right? While I was home sick? You had to film it with the guys here in your apartment...."

Chanyeol didn't make a peep.

The air grew dense.

"Pinky........."

Still silence.

Sonofabitch.

"Park Chanyeol. Please tell me you filmed that scene while I was gone." Wu Fan said, now sitting up and looking over at his partner.

"Uhm.......Well, you see. This raptor came into the dorm room and kidnapped me for a couple hours and wouldn't let me leave the arcade, so-"

"YOU SPENT THAT ENTIRE 3 DAYS AT THE ARCADE?!" Wu Fan said, situating himself to directly face the younger boy.

Chanyeol slowly moved up to a seated position to face Wu Fan.

He looked afraid, but he kept trying to smile, never intentionally relenting to the booming yells of Wu Fan.

The room seemed to grow smaller, and Wu Fan was finding it hard to breathe.

He was enraged.

This was not happening.

They had to have the equipment back by 7am, and it took an hour by transit to get the equipment to the loan room. And with everyone asleep and presumably changed, and the amount of time it'd take to set up with it now being 5am.........well, it was impossible.

No.

Chanyeol couldn't be that stupid.

"Wu Fan, we've got a lot of extra footage. We can work around this. It's fine-" Chanyeol tried to plead with Wu Fan, reaching over to grab his hand, but Wu Fan shot straight up off the bed and began to pace in front of Chanyeol. His hands were wringing his long strands of dark blonde hair, and Chanyeol didn't move an inch.

"NO. IT'S NOT FINE. HOW THE FUCK ARE WE GOING TO HAVE BAEKHYUN KIDNAPPED AND TAKEN TO THE TOP OF THE GODDAMN BUILDING IN THE FILM IF THE SCENE WASN'T FUCKING FILMED?!"

"I DON'T KNOW, BUT WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT!"

Wu Fan stopped in his tracks and turned directly to Chanyeol, hands making stern movements in accordance with his argument.

"NO, WE CAN'T. BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE TIME. WE HAVE TO TURN IN THIS RAW FOOTAGE TOMORROW NIGHT IN CLASS, AND WE'RE MISSING A HUGE SCENE."

"I'M SORRY. I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, WU FAN! I DIDN'T MEAN TO FUCK UP." Chanyeol yelled back, throwing his hands into his hair and letting his head sink to his knees, now pulled into his chest. He then covered his ears, and refused to look up.

Wu Fan's tone grew darker than the night surroundings they filmed in at that moment.

"That's right. You never mean to fuck up but you always do. Somehow. I don't get it. You're all over the place, Chanyeol. You forget some things, and then others you remember. It's only what's important to you at that given moment. Otherwise you're useless. Do you even remember my name?"

"Your name is Wu Fan." Chanyeol barely looked up. His eyes were now wet with tears, and his nose was running down his beautiful face, but Wu Fan was no longer able to acknowledge that beauty at the moment as he was blind with rage.

"RIGHT-O. DING DING DING. WE HAVE A WINNER GUYS. SOMEONE REMEMBERED SOMETHING. FINALLY. SOMETHING RELATED TO SCHOOL. SOMETHING RELATED TO THE REST OF HUMANITY. SOMETHING RELATED TO HIS GRADE IN THE CLASS."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RIGHT NOW WU FAN. YOU'RE RIGHT BACK TO THIS GRADE BULLSHIT. I CALLED IT IN THE BEGINNING AND I WAS RIGHT. BUT YOU AND YOUR FUCKING SMOOTH-TALK MADE ME CHANGE MY MIND. OBVIOUSLY I'M AN IDIOT-" Chanyeol screamed through his sobs, Wu Fan still not catching on to how upset he was making Chanyeol. This only made it worse for the younger boy.

All he'd wanted to do was make Wu Fan happy with this project and get closer to him, especially since he'd been nursing a crush on him all year, but no.

His heart was breaking right in front of him.

Chanyeol thought at that moment that he would never wish this pain on anyone, ever.

"THAT'S RIGHT. YOU ARE AN IDIOT. A USELESS FUCKING IDIOT. NO ONE HAS ANY USE FOR YOU, AT ALL. YOU'RE MESSY AND UNKEMPT AND YOU MAKE DUMB JOKES THAT NO ONE THINKS IS FUNNY. YOU DON'T MAKE OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY AND YOU NEVER WILL, CHANYEOL. DO YOU HEAR ME? NEVER. I'M OVER IT. YOU'RE NO FUCKING HAPPY VIRUS, OKAY? YOU NEVER HAVE BEEN AND YOU NEVER WILL BE. YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT, LET ALONE MAKE OTHER PEOPLE SMILE-"

"Get out."

"WHY? WHY SHOULD I?"

"Get the fuck out. Now, Wu Fan. You can take this project, and edit it, and put my name on it too, but I don't ever want to talk to you again."

Wu Fan could see again.

He finally saw what he'd been doing to Chanyeol as the boy now sat on the bed, heaving from sobs, but trying to remain composed enough to tell Wu Fan to leave.

Wu Fan wanted to puke.

"Pinky-" he started as he sat down on the window ledge, just looking at Chanyeol.

He really couldn't breathe.

Chanyeol was a mess and he didn't know what to do.

No one that beautiful should cry like that.

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Chanyeol-"

"I told you to fucking leave, NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY APARTMENT BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU, WU FAN." Chanyeol screamed at the top of his lungs, shooting up from his bed, bounding over to Wu Fan, who was still seated at the window, and hovering over him.

A few teardrops fell onto Wu Fan's hands.

"Wu Fan, you need to leave." Baekhyun said sternly from the doorway.

How long had he been there?

Wu Fan looked at Baekhyun in confusion and then back up to Chanyeol, who now leered over him, panting and......his eyes.....he looked like he wanted to die.

Had Wu Fan caused him to feel that way?

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"NOW!~" Baekhyun yelled from the doorway.

Wu Fan sprang to his feet immediately and grabbed his keys, wallet, and the SD cards with the footage on them as he bolted out of the room, past Baekhyun in the doorway, and slammed the dorm door behind him.

Once down the hall by the stairs, he heard Chanyeol scream. Just a scream. But he felt all of the pain he'd caused the boy in that single scream.

He couldn't take it.

He flew down the eight flights of stairs to the ground level and out the door. His feet were carrying him down alleys and through streets, and the sun was just beginning to rise. Soon enough, he made it to the river. He stopped right at the edge of one of the dock points.

The water sloshed against the concrete right beneath him and the sky grew lighter in its pinky, orange sheen.

Little by little, the darkness in the sky faded.

He dropped to his knees and screamed, much like Chanyeol had screamed.

He let everything out.

Poured all that he had into the scream now leaving his body and joining the air in space.

He fucked up.

Wu Fan had fucked up big time.

He loved Park Chanyeol.

He loved him more than he could even tell anyone, including Chanyeol himself.

But Chanyeol didn't know for sure.

And now Wu Fan fucked up any chance of that happening in the future.

A future that could've been a little happier.

A future that could've been a little brighter.

A future that could've been a little more worth living.

But now he felt empty.

He wept

He hadn't wept in years.

Not since his dad left his mom for another woman.

He had almost forgotten what this felt like.

He looked at the sunrise in front of him through misty eyes.

The lights in all the buildings were shutting off right before him.

The only light in his life was gone now.

He'd shut off like the lights in the buildings.

Wu Fan needed to find a way to turn it back on.

But that plan would come later.

Right now, Wu Fan needed to be alone.