Dainty Fingers (iii)
Baekhyun/Chanyeol & slightKai/Kyungsoo (exo) // Pg-13
Baekhyun’s used to rooming with pale skin and glittered hair, potentially the next big thing. Chanyeol is different. Chanyeol prefers breakfast on the table in the morning and stolen kisses at night.
Dainty Fingers (looking past the brittleness)
Baekhyun receives a call from Chanyeol’s modeling agency about two months after the other’s stay, asking if he can accompany him to a rehearsal. Apparently they also wanted Baekhyun’s expertise in creating a sort of cool and metallic make up for the show that no one had figured out. Baekhyun agrees reluctantly, surprise hidden in his voice. Chanyeol hadn’t mentioned that he already got casted for a show. He hangs up the phone with mixed emotions. Chanyeol had gotten casted for a show and that means - that means ..
In thought, he misses the quiet shuffling of feet coming his way.
‘Did someone call?’ Chanyeol asks, his voice rough and laced with sleep as he walks out from his bedroom. ‘I heard you talking.’
‘Yeah, your modeling agency called and asked if I can go with you to the upcoming show’s rehearsal. They want me to help with the make up.’ Baekhyun says. He hope the other wouldn’t notice the hesitation in his voice.
‘Oh, what’d you say?’
‘I agreed.’
He could tell that Chanyeol is surprised, after all he made no attempt to hide his disgust about the shows that were always held. Said that they were too bold for his taste and the glitter always flew in his hair and never washes off.
‘Really? I thought you didn’t like the shows.’ He’s already taking a seat beside Baekhyun, arms immediately looped around the others arms as he rests his head on Baekhyun’s shoulders. Times like these is when Baekhyun finds Chanyeol the most endearing and he just wants to tackle the other man down in a full on cuddle session, except of course he does manage to refrain himself from doing so.
‘It’s been a while since I came to the shows anyway. Besides, Kyungsoo and Jongin will be there too. I miss them.’
He hears a hum, and then Chanyeol is sliding down his sides and fitting his disheveled haired head into Baekhyun’s lap and he’s really just wishing the other would stop or else he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from leaning down and just kissing Chanyeol square on the mouth.
‘Baek can I lay on you?’
‘You’re already laying on me you idiot.’ He says, amused.
‘Yeah, but like, can I stay here for a while? I’m still not cured of my sleep.’
‘No. I have a lot of work to do. Like making plans for the rehearsal day and then I have to learn a new recipe to cook for you for dinner. And also fold the laundry. So no. you cannot lay on me.’
‘But - but just for a little bit. I got up too quick a while ago and now my head hurts. Just a little bit, please Baek?’ And oh God, the moment he finishes he’s looking up at Baekhyun with those puppy eyes, the ones that turn people to puddles of goo with just a blink.
He’s this close to giving in. ‘No Chan.’
The other’s pouting now, lips jutted out and nose pointed up. He gives in. He has to.
‘Ugh, fine. But just for five minutes.’ He says, rolling his eyes after seeing Chanyeol smile smugly and moving his head a bit more to get comfortable. It’s snowing outside but Baekhyun feels as those the heater is on full blast, the warmth of Chanyeol’s head not helping at all.
‘Baek, play with my hair.’ It’s a statement, not a question and Baekhyun is already reaching down toward the brown locks. The feelings of Chanyeol’s hair against his hand reminds of when he used to play with sand as a kid, warm and disappearing with each movement. How is hair so soft even after all those hair gel? He catches the smell of coconut and lime in the air and thinks that his hair must be this soft because of his constant thievery toward Baekhyun’s favorite shampoo and conditioner. Yeah that must be it. It’s not like there’s magic to make Chanyeol’s hair soft as silk. Yeah that’s ridiculous.
Five minutes passes a while ago and it’s not until Baekhyun feels a slight cramp in his neck from staring at Chanyeol for too long that he catches the time. He’s gripping the other’s shoulders and rocking him, ‘Wake up Chanyeol. It’s been five minutes.’ but to no avail. He sighs, not because that he has a rock above his leg but because he knew this was going to happen but he let it anyway. Now he has to move in inches away from the other’s head so he won’t wake up.
Five minutes my butt
He steals a glance at tousled hair and closed eyes and already Baekhyun could feel himself soften at the sight. Chanyeol may be tall and ‘charismatic’ as what most people would say but to Baekhyun he’s just a huge giant with occasional awkward limbs and clumsy footsteps. He sighs and looks away. Baekhyun doesn’t need some eureka moment to realize that he’s already fallen in love with him.
...
‘How come you didn’t tell me you got casted for a show already?’ Baekhyun asks, that night during dinner. The questions been bugging him the whole day.
‘I thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s a charity show and they’re just calling anyone in that can spare a bit of time.’ Chanyeol says, mouth full of tofu and spicy soup. Baekhyun notes the way he eats but doesn’t say anything. How can someone still look so attractive while eating like a pig?
‘Oh, and Kyungsoo and Jongin also decides to go?’
‘Yeah they wanted Jongin in their show, especially. He told me that they would pay him to attend but he didn’t accept it. Says he wants to help with the cause. I bet he just wants to impress Kyungsoo.’ Chanyeol snorts.
‘Oh, I think that’s really nice of him. He’s hot and has a good heart.’ Baekhyun comments, then taking a bite of his food. It takes a few bites after and a gulp of wine before he notices that the other isn’t eating, that there’s no longer of sound of clanking silverware in the air.
‘Why aren’t you eating?’ He questions, staring at Chanyeol from across the table. He’s greeted with furrowed eyebrows and a frown slowly making it’s way on the other’s face. He looks disturbed.
‘How come I go to the event and you don’t say anything to me?’ Chanyeol says, lips pursed. He’s now set the spoons and chopsticks down completely and just straight on glaring at Baekhyun.
‘Say what?’
Chanyeol gives him that are-you-kidding-me look. ‘You know! What you said earlier.’ He says frustrated.
‘What did I say?’ Baekhyun asks again, bewildered. He really doesn’t know. And now Chanyeol is making a rough animal sound and twitching his lips. Baekhyun thinks it absolutely looks adorable on him.
‘You know! You praised him!’
‘What? I just said that that’s nice of him.’ Baekhyun says, a grin making its way onto his face. He’s amused. He knows what Chanyeol is talking about and there’s no way he’s missing this opportunity to tease him about it.
‘No you didn’t! You said he was.. he was-’
‘What?’ Baekhyun’s just full on grinning now. Chanyeol is just being too cute.
‘Ugh you totally know what I’m talking about.’ Chanyeol yells. He pushes his chair back and stands up. ‘I will be eating this in the living room now thank you very much.’ And then he’s taking his bowl of soup and rice and stomping toward the living room, leaving a very much near-laughing-to-death Baekhyun at the dinner table.
When Chanyeol disappears from sight Baekhyun finally laughs fully out loud. He’s already stopped eating because who the hell can eat with a cute and sulking Chanyeol a few feet away from him. He shakes his head. Never would Baekhyun have thought that Chanyeol is the jealous type and at the same time he’s filled with emotions after knowing that his words have such an effect on the other.
Baekhyun decides to clear the table first before making his way toward the living room.
Chanyeol is sitting on the floor, between the couch and the coffee table, stabbing a spoon into his bowl. Poor tofu, Baekhyun thought. He stops before the other could see him and contemplates at how he should approach this situation. He can either be himself, normal Baekhyun who wouldn’t care and just tease the other some more and then leave him be in the living room or..... he can be the aegyo Baekhyun and clings onto the other for forgiveness.
‘Chanyeol,’ he calls, testing the other. He receives a glare in return. Well, cute Baekhyun it is then because normal Baekhyun can’t handle a mad Chanyeol who’s constantly glaring at him and pouting his lips. He doesn’t have that much control.
He stalks over to where the other is. Aegyo mode Baekhyun is on.
‘Channie~’ He purrs, sitting down beside the other. His arms sneaks its way around Chanyeol’s arms and he uses his thumb to rub the fabric that clings to the other’s muscles.
‘Why are you mad at Baek?’ He does a little mental dance in his head when Chanyeol’s breath quickens. He’s so close that he can count Chanyeol’s eyelashes.
‘You- you were teasing me.’ Chanyeol says, trying to move his eyes away from Baekhyun. Why is he like this? Holy cow those puppy eyes. He does them better than me.
‘But all I said was that Jongin’s nice... and hot. Why are you upset over that?’
‘You never say anything to me like that. All I ever hear from you is that I eat like a pig and that I look weird with my big eyes and ears.’ Chanyeol says, angry again as he recalls the reason.
Baekhyun understands that his cuteness doesn’t really work anymore and decides to just, ugh the hell with everything. He shakes the other’s arm a little to get his attention.
‘But you don’t have to be jealous over Jongin.’ He whispers.
‘And why not?’
Baekhyun takes a deep sigh and locks his gaze into eyes that are brown and glossy.
‘Because I’m in love with you.’
Time slows down when he takes in the way Chanyeol’s eyes widen and mouth slowly opening.
‘You what?’ Chanyeol whispers. His voice is soft as ice, almost ghostly that Baekhyun’s sure he probably would’ve missed had anything else happened in the house. But no, it’s just them and Baekhyun can hear every word, even the sound of Chanyeol’s increasing heartbeat with each breath he takes.
‘I won’t repeat it. But that’s why - why you have no reason to be jealous of Jongin.’ He says. Oh God, he really said it. He just confessed to Chanyeol. Baekhyun sneaks a glance at Chanyeol when he’s greeted with silence and immediately whips his head away. Chanyeol was staring straight at him.
They’re sitting in silence now. Baekhyun wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not but from what he recalls in movies, weren’t the other person suppose to say something at least? Silence means rejection, doesn’t it?
‘Okay, I’m going to bed.’ Baekhyun says when he decides he can’t stand the silence any longer. His chest is aching by now and he’s having this really horrible emotion that’s hurting his head.
‘Baek, wait-’ Chanyeol says, standing up and chasing after the other. He catches his hands before Baekhyun has the chance to lock himself in his room.
‘Baek, look at me.’ Chanyeol says.
‘What?’ Baekhyun muttered.
‘Look at me.’ And Baekhyun’s chin is being lifted up, Chanyeol’s cold fingers sending small shocks through his body until he’s staring into the other’s eyes. He wants to look away but Chanyeol’s eyes are full of emotion and warmth that he can’t. He waits for the other to say something because really, he’s spent all his words on the confession.
‘I can’t reciprocate the feeling Baek.’ Chanyeol says after a moment.
Baekhyun can feel his heart break and tears are appearing in his eyes. Of course, there was a possibility of this, of Chanyeol not having the same feelings but he was so sure that Chanyeol had felt the same. And now that he’s being rejected out loud, Baekhyun doesn’t know what to do but just escape into his room and wallow in sadness. For sure this is what the famous heartbreak must feel like. He’s struggling to go but Chanyeol’s hands are still gripping his and its not letting him leave.
Baekhyun’s eyes are tightly closed, even after Chanyeol takes his thumb and wipes away any drops of tears that are falling down his face before cupping his cheeks softly.
‘Baek, I can’t return your feelings because-
because you don’t love me
‘Because I’m pretty sure I love you more.’
And that’s it. That’s all Baekhyun takes in before he spills everything, absolutely everything out with hot tears. He doesn’t care of he looks ugly but the knowledge that Chanyeol does feel the same thing is too much for him.
‘Wait, Baek, Baekkie, don’t cry please. I’m sorry.’ Chanyeol coos, while trying to wipe all the tears running out Baekhyun’s cheeks. Why are you apologizing, you idiot?
Baekhyun doesn’t know how else to respond but to just curl his arms over the giant’s neck and pulling himself closer until their chest touches, and he’s burrowing in Chanyeol’s neck, breathing in deeply the scent that he loves. He hears chuckles right next to his ear and already two big hands are placed on his waist, securing their position even more. Baekhyun’s no longer crying.
‘I thought you didn’t like me back you idiot. And why are you saying sorry?’ His voice is muffled, blocked by warm skin.
‘I’m not saying sorry to you. I’m saying sorry to all those tears that ruthlessly fell on the floor because of me. Those poor poor tears.’ Chanyeol says in his all serious voice. Baekhyun giggles and smacks him on the arm for his nonsense.
‘So Baek, now that we’ve established that we mutually love each other, what would you say about being my boyfriend. Sound good?’ Chanyeol says, all cheeky and shit. He has that huge broad smile on his face and Baekhyun wants to comment that he looks like an alien but he refrains to do so. Instead he smacks Chanyeol’s chest.
‘Yah! Why are you hitting me?’ Chanyeol whines.
‘Because you’re being cheesy.’
‘No I’m not, I’m just being polite. Isn’t asking you to be my boyfriend part of the what-to-do-with-a-potential-boyfriend handbook? I’m pretty sure there’s a whole section on this.’
Baekhyun laughs at his words before going forward for another hug. He doesn’t think he’s ever said anything easier than these next few words.
‘Park Chanyeol, I would love to be your boyfriend.’
A/N: My writing's gone downhill. I'm sorry readers TT TT And this was supposed to be a two shot but I don't know how to post larger posts so it became a three shot. Again TT TT