It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time [2/2]

[noonaofdarkness]

Another Saturday night, another party. Baekhyun definitely was not a fan of Frat parties, but Jongin had insisted and Baekhyun honestly had nothing better to do than sit at home and play on the computer (and maybe think about a certain Tall Asshole who had really nice lips and dorky glasses.)

Unfortunately for Baekhyun, his mind was not cleared of thoughts of his classmate even in the presence of dozens of drunken college idiots. Deciding to join in on the debauchery at hand, Baekhyun wasted little time in joining in on a few rounds of beer pong as well as joining a few frat boys for a couple rounds of shots.

He was stumbling out of the kitchen, wiping his mouth and grimacing at the bitter aftertaste, when he noticed a familiar figure leaning against the living room wall. Before Baekhyun could give himself a moment to think better of his actions, he was moving across the living room like a moth drawn to light.

“I thought you said parties weren’t your thing?” Baekhyun hollered as he strutted towards Chanyeol, his slight slur betraying his composed front. When he finally reached his destination (only a few minor trips along the way), he leaned himself against the wall, mirroring Chanyeol’s stance.

“Are you drunk?” Chanyeol asked, ignoring Baekhyun’s original question.

“Does the Pope shit in the woods?” Baekhyun countered quickly.

“Um, no?”

“Ah fuck. well, I’m not not drunk,” Baekhyun smiled sheepishly up at Chanyeol. “But you never answered my question. Parties aren’t your thing, why are you here?”

“They aren’t, but someone had to be the sober buddy this evening and I’m not one to let my friends make horrible decisions... in a frat house no less. Nothing good ever happens in frat houses.” Chanyeol supplied slowly, a little caught off guard by the way Baekhyun was staring at him.

“Fair enough,” Baekhyun nodded in consideration. Chanyeol was looking strangely adorable tonight; he was once again wearing the glasses Baekhyun realized he was quite fond of, looking around the room while clutching his soda can in one hand. He looked like the type of guy Baekhyun would usually write of as dweeb on any other occasion, but Chanyeol somehow made it work.

Baekhyun nodded, agreeing with his own thoughts as he made a very serious decision of his own. “Do you want to maybe go somewhere more quiet to talk?” Baekhyun suggested, earning a surprised eyebrow raise from the taller.

“Uh, sure?” Chanyeol agreed. With that, Baekhyun began to pull Chanyeol through the frat house towards an unoccupied bedroom he thought was his friend Yixing’s.

There was a reason that Baekhyun was friends with Jongin and Jongdae, because despite his semi-rational thinking, he was just as impulsive as the duo. Which explains why, after staring at Chanyeol’s lips for the past 20 seconds, he felt the need to kiss him senseless. Baekhyun had barely pulled Chanyeol into the dark room before the leaned up on his tip toes and crashed his lips against Chanyeol’s, earning a surprised grunt from the taller as his hands found purchase on Baekhyun’s slim waist. Baekhyun swore he had lead Chanyeol up to the quiet space to have a talk, so he had no idea why he was suddenly kissing the guy with such vigor.

Who was he kidding. He’d been thinking about kissing those stupid round lips since he saw Chanyeol gnawing at them while he proofread his midterm paper.

Drunk Baekhyun decided then that he needed to get this out of his system so he could continue on with his normal life. A quick make-out session would probably do the trick. However, once he got a taste of those lips he decided maybe a quick grope should also be in order.

It took a couple moments before Chanyeol’s lips became more pliant under Baekhyun’s guidance and his hands splayed out fully along Baekhyun’s hips, slowly moving up and down. Baekhyun then pulled Chanyeol by his collar back towards the bed situated in the center of the room -- switching their positions and pushing Chanyeol to sit without once breaking their lip lock.

Once Chanyeol was fully seated, Baekhyun wasted no time in placing his legs on either side of Chanyeol and straddling him.

Baekhyun swore he was in heaven until he was suddenly pushed away by the same hands that were soothing him only moments ago.

"You know I have feelings for you, right?" Chanyeol said, pushing Baekhyun far enough away to search Baekhyun’s eyes, confusion marring his features as he looked to Baekhyun for any sort of explanation. Having no coherent thoughts in his head, Baekhyun simply laughed as he began to run his fingers through the hairs at Chanyeol’s nape while he rutted his hips ever so slightly against the taller.

"I know. I can feel them pressing into my thigh right now,” He said after a moment, completely missing Chanyeol’s point, “Tell you what, I'll see your 'feelings' and raise you a hand job. How's that sound?" Baekhyun added, moving his face to the hollow of Chanyeol’s neck and gently licking along the protruding lines of his collarbone before Chanyeol even had a moment to consider.

"Not just those kind. I like you. You know that. I can't just..."

“Shhh.” Baekhyun soothed, lifting his head to take in Chanyeol’s disheveled state with hungry eyes. Chanyeol’s lips looked delicious and something about his nervous mumbling made Baekhyun all the more eager to keep kissing him.

He shut Chanyeol up by kissing him with fervor, sloppily molding his lips against the other’s apprehensive ones. When he began to slide his hand down Chanyeol’s torso towards the growing bulge in his jeans, the taller twitched violently, pushing Baekhyun off of him and sending him off the bed and onto the floor.

“Ow?” Baekhyun slurred with offence, rubbing the spot where his hip had made first contact with the hardwood floor. “What was that about?”

“I don’t get you,” Chanyeol said with obvious confusion, “you call me up at four in the morning and ask me to take you out. Like an idiot I agree, only to realize you needed someone to bail you out of jail…”

“No one had to post bail--” Baekhyun added meekly, wondering where this was going and also wondering how long it would be before his hands and tongue could get back to work.

“Whatever. I go along with it because I’d been dreaming of asking you out all semester and I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity. I thought, even if you were just using me I might be able to win you over. But it was obvious you weren’t into it and then come Wednesday you brush me off again. So I think ‘okay, he’s just not into you,’ and I get on with my life only to have you corner me two weeks later to attack my face and offer me handjobs.”

Chanyeol’s frustration was evident as he lifted himself from the bed and began to tidy up his outfit and hair. Baekhyun wished he wasn’t intoxicated so he could at least attempt to explain to Chanyeol all the conflicting feelings he had had over the course of those two weeks.

Instead, his drunken brain got the best of him and he mumbled, “I just really like your pokeball lips,” before cringing at his own lameness.

Chanyeol looked confused for a brief moment before he began to walk towards the door, “Uh, that’s great. But I really can’t do this. It isn’t fair.”

“Isn’t fair to who? Kyungsoo?” Baekhyun asked before he could stop himself.

Chanyeol squinted his eyes at Baekhyun’s slumped over form. “What does Kyungsoo have to do with this? No Baekhyun, it’s not fair to me.”

And with that, Chanyeol was gone and Baekhyun was left alone on the floor of some Frat house bedroom, with a bruised ego to match his now bruised hip.

Waking up Sunday morning was a nightmare and Baekhyun continued to mope about for the remainder of his weekend, not even bothering to study for his final midterm the following day. He couldn't be sure if he was so upset from Chanyeol’s blatant rejection; from his own blue balls; or from a brewing sentiment for Chanyeol that he still refused to acknowledge.

Come Monday morning, both Jongin and Jongdae knew something was up. The cafeteria was serving pancakes of all things and the pair caught a disheveled Baekhyun staring at the display forlornly.

“I hate to break it to you, Baekhyun, but you’ve been staring at those pancakes for the past three minutes like they are a lover who just jilted you. You’re either stoned or something is up.” Jongdae said gently, ushering Baekhyun away from the display.

“It’s nothing,” Baekhyun said weakly, shooting one last glance at the display and trying not to imagine how happy Chanyeol would look once he realized the caf was finally serving his favorite breakfast food. Since when did he care?

Baekhyun was a nervous mess as he approached the print lab the following day, pulling an uncooperative Jongin along for moral support. He had no idea what Chanyeol’s schedule was, but he wasn’t quite ready to face him alone just yet. Rejection was a bitch like that.

The world seemed to be against Baekhyun though as Jongin received a phone call moments before they reached the door. He excused himself quickly and motioned for Baekhyun to go inside alone.

Well, here goes nothing.

When the ding of the doorbell sounded, Baekhyun was not surprised to see a surly Kyungsoo appear from the back room. His expression angry as ever as a look of recognition flashed over his features.

Baekhyun approached the counter and didn’t wait for Kyungsoo’s silent prompting before explaining the files he needed the clerk to print. Kyungsoo looked on boredly and began to reach for Baekhyun’s flash drive when the door chimed again and Jongin entered the office, both pairs of eyes turning to the newcomer. Jongin was distracted with fitting his phone in his back pocket while he moved to join Baekhyun at the counter.

“I think I just did an involuntary kegel,” a surprisingly low voice mumbled behind the counter from Baekhyun, causing Baekhyun to turn his head in shock. Those were the first words Baekhyun had ever heard the raven haired clerk utter, and he was 99% sure they were about kegel-ing to his best friend.

Baekhyun stared at the clerk, still in shock and he noticed that while Kyungsoo still looked cross as ever, there was a new look of hunger in his eyes. If he was being quite honest, it was even more terrifying than his usual broody stare.

Jongin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the ogling and smiled widely at both Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. “Hello,” he greeted politely, leaning against the counter and smiling at the clerk.

“H-hello,” Kyungsoo stuttered back. He almost smiled, before shaking his head and returning his usual perturbed expression.

Baekhyun couldn't believe his eyes. He was so busy looking on in amazement at Kyungsoo’s new found ability to emote that he almost completely forgot that there was a very good chance Chanyeol would pop in at any moment. The thought of Chanyeol triggered another realization: if Kyungsoo was looking at Jongin like he wanted to eat him for dinner, then that definitely meant there wasn’t anything between Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Right?

Baekhyun was overcome with relief until he realized that if Kyungsoo wasn’t the reason Chanyeol had rejected him, then that meant Chanyeol genuinely wasn’t interested anymore. His mood quickly deflated as he turned on his heels and exited the shop. He would return for his prints later.

Baekhyun’s Wednesday class with Chanyeol was yet again inevitable. Only this week, instead of anxious anticipation to see Chanyeol, Baekhyun looked on with dread. He really wasn’t the best with rejection and didn’t know if he wanted to face his newfound source of both sexual and emotional frustration so soon after the Frat House incident. He couldn't even drag Jongin along for moral support this time.

Baekhyun felt hyper aware of Chanyeol’s presence as he watched the man enter the classroom without sparing him a glance. His heart deflated slightly at the obvious brush off. Part of him was tempted to reach out and tap Chanyeol’s shoulder, force the boy to look his way before the lecture began, but his guilt got the better of him.

Chanyeol, as expected, raised his hand about five minutes into the lecture and began to engage the professor in a critical analysis of something or other. Chanyeol’s voice sounded nice when it wasn’t laden with frustration and confusion like it had been last Saturday. Baekhyun thought back to the way Chanyeol had nervously said “I like you,” and he smiled sadly to himself.

Then it hit him. Baekhyun liked Chanyeol. Not just his lips and not just just his glasses.He was interested in Chanyeol romantically. No messy make-out and grope session could alleviate his feelings. He probably had been interested in Chanyeol for the past two weeks but was too accustomed to lust pre-existing feelings that he jumped the gun and went straight for the hookup. It wasn’t that Chanyeol didn’t like him back -- he had even said he had feelings for Baekhyun -- but drunk Baekhyun had been an idiot with a one track mind and completely misinterpreted Chanyeol’s frustrations.

Thinking about it further, Baekhyun realized that his affections for Chanyeol had been slowly growing since the minute he watched the gangly idiot wander into the police precinct. Just because he wasn’t raging with lust for the guy from the get go didn’t make his feelings any less valid. Chanyeol had slowly taken over his mind, occupying the spaces once filled with annoyance and apathy and replacing them with affection. Chanyeol, with his nervous twitches and awkwardly stunted syntax, planted the seed with that stupid business card and it had only continued to grow since then.

He also knew what Chanyeol must think of him, especially after than drunken show he put on for him Saturday night. Baekhyun gently rested his head on his desk, irritated with himself. He liked Chanyeol, that much was obvious, but his general asshole disposition may have ruined his chances before his brain was able to catch up to his heart.

Before he realized it, Baekhyun was subtly banging his head against his desk slowly. The lecture was now torture because the newly realized object of his affections is sitting within arms reach, talking in that deep register Baekhyun has grown to appreciate, and Baekhyun felt like there was nothing he could do about it.

That was until an idea hit him.

Baekhyun scrambled to pull a notebook out of his book bag, and opened to a blank page in a rush. He quickly jotted down a small note followed by a simple string of digits that he realized Chanyeol never had the chance to possess because Baekhyun had brushed him off that first week.

Baekhyun shuffled in his seat as the lecture minutes ticked by, getting more anxious by the minute. He knew what he had to do, and he hoped it would work. As soon as the lecturer excused the class, Baekhyun bolted out of his seat and was standing in front of Chanyeol’s desk. Chanyeol stared bewilderedly up at the brunette, waiting for some indication as to why Baekhyun was suddenly staring down at him so intently.

Baekhyun drew a deep breath for courage before verbalizing the words he had been rehearsing in his mind for the past twenty minutes.

“I think we got off on the wrong foot, which was entirely my fault. That being said, I’d like to take you out some time. For real this time. If you’d let me,” Baekhyun held out the small piece of paper, indicating for Chanyeol to take it from him.

“I’m also sorry about Saturday night, and I hope that you’ll take me up on my offer. I’d like to actually get to know you.”

Chanyeol hesitantly reached for the folded note and Baekhyun smiled before excusing himself. He couldn’t help but look over his shoulder as he exited the classroom, smiling to himself as he spotted Chanyeol -- still in his desk -- grinning at the now unfolded piece of paper.

Coupon for 1 free pancake breakfast. Valid anytime, anywhere.
(Valid only when on a date with Byun Baekhyun)

010-XXXX-XXXX
(I promise no pit stops at the local precinct this time. Also, I’m sorry - BBH).

Baekhyun had thought he had executed his plan perfectly, but when Friday rolled around without a word from Chanyeol, Baekhyun began to wonder if that smile he witnessed was one of mockery and not happiness.

“You look constipated,” Jongdae remarked, taking the seat across from Baekhyun in the library.

“Very funny,” Baekhyun said dryly, closing his textbook and laying his head on his arms. “I guess you could say I’m emotionally constipated.” He whined after a moment of consideration.

“Is that even a thing?” Jongdae asked before continuing, “Are you still upset because Postmodernist Wonder Boy doesn’t want in your pants anymore?”

“Bingo,” Baekhyun mumbled, burying his face in his elbow and groaning. “I gave him my number and the promise of pancakes and still no word. I think I may have missed my chance with that one.”

“I never thought I’d see the day when Byun Baekhyun was moping about a bruised ego,” Jongdae said almost amazed, “But it’s only been two days, Baekhyun. Be patient. The guy would be an idiot to reject you after you did something so ridiculously cheesy.”

Baekhyun threw his pencil case at Jongdae’s head.

After a rather uneventful Saturday that included binge-watching his favorite dramas on Netflix, Baekhyun resigned himself to the possibility that maybe his gesture had been too little, too late. Though, Chanyeol had confessed to liking him only a week previous. Certainly his aggressive drunken behaviour couldn’t have put the guy off that much. Maybe he was a bad kisser.

Around 2am, Baekhyun gave one last check of his cellphone before plugging it into the charger and tucking himself into bed. He had just began to dream about dancing pokeballs when he was rudely awoken from his slumber by his blaring cellphone. After blindly shuffling around in the darkness, he managed to wrangle the device and noticed the time was 3:30 am as an unfamiliar string of digits flashed across the screen.

Heavy with sleep, he swiped his finger across the screen to accept the call, mumbling a gargled ‘hello’ into the receiver and plopping back into bed.

“Hey Baekhyun. This is Chanyeol.”

Oh shit. “Chanyeol?” He asked hesitantly, now much more awake than two seconds ago.

“Right, Park Chanyeol from Postmodernism…”

That cheeky fucker.

“....So, you said you wanted to go out sometime, right?” He heard the deep voice ask smugly through the device.

“You’ve got to be--”

“How does right now work for you?”

“fucking--”

“I know a place with some really fantastic pancakes.”

“-- kidding me.”

A/N
and then they did the didily-doo with maple syrup flavored lube.

kidding.

(maybe).

Funny story, I wrote this entire thing in present tense before realizing I don’t like present tense and re-writing everything.

I hope you enjoyed this at least a little bit. Sorry if you expected something else. This was a more self-indulgant fic than anything else. Per usual, I'll find any typos I missed and fix them soon.

Thank you for reading! Comments and such and make me smile.

I’m also on Twitter and Tumblr.