[kaiyeol, selu] backstage!au drabble dump
i. i’ll give you my heart on a string
jongin/chanyeol + minor!sehun/luhan | pg | ~1200w
chanyeol never expected that helping out backstage could be so fun.
“hello chanyeol good morning chanyeol i have issues -- i mean i need volunteers to help out backstage for our school’s graduation concert but nobody wants to sign up,” junmyeon had stormed into class one morning, rattled off everything in one breath and then proceeded to cry before burying his tiny face into equally tiny hands. junmyeon’s little emotional breakdown, of course, had resulted in chanyeol attempting a halfhearted pat on the back before giving up since he was no good at this comforting people thing.
“there there,” he muttered as he awkwardly flapped his hands around junmyeon’s head, nearly avoiding giving the shorter boy a concussion. “i’m sure people will sign up eventually for the extra credit and all that. erm. yes. right.”
junmyeon’s eyes had suddenly lit up with a manic glow and chanyeol wonders why he didn’t back away then, because that should’ve clued him in. he should have known.
“i know! chanyeol! are you free tomorrow, can you sign up? please,” junmyeon had begged with a desperate look in his eyes and that tiny downward tilt of his mouth. chanyeol had relented because junmyeon had looked like he was going to pull out his hair any moment and chanyeol hadn’t wanted to be discovered as the cause of junmyeon’s murder when the forensic scientists performed the autopsy.
//
well, now chanyeol regrets it. every single bit of it. especially since he’s stuck backstage at 3 pm on a friday afternoon when he could have been home taking an afternoon nap or gaming or anything else more interesting than lurking around in the dark wings of their auditorium stage, waiting for the rehearsal to start. yup, park chanyeol really hates kim junmyeon.
“this is so boring,” he grouses to sehun, the other poor sap whom junmyeon had begged (coerced, forced, whatever) into joining. he gets a mere grunt and ‘yeah, whatever’ in return before sehun returns to tapping away at his phone, completely disregarding chanyeol’s existence. rude.
thankfully, the uncomfortable silence is soon broken by a flustered senior rushing over, yelling as he goes. chanyeol recognises him as lu han, vice-president of the student council. besides him, sehun perks up and chanyeol smirks. sehun sends him a death glare that plainly says ‘shut up or i’ll shit on your life. don’t test me.’ chanyeol merely flips him off.
the moment lu han reaches them, he begins babbling. “you two are the student volunteers, right? my name’s lu han, i’m in charge of this whole thing and i don’t know why. oh wait, i do, it’s because junmyeon didn’t want to do it so he delegated it to me. right. vice-presidents always get the shit jobs. anyway! you two are in charge of the curtains, we’ll need you guys to open and close the curtains according to the performances. here, take this,” he shoves a stack of papers into both of their hands and continues speaking without showing any signs of pausing any time soon. “it’s the whole script with curtain cues included, so just follow these down to a T and you’ll be fine! okay, any questions?”
chanyeol blinks. well, this job sounds simple enough, if not mind-numbingly boring. he darts a glance over at sehun and sees the younger boy, staring at lu han as if in a daze. huh. talk about mind-numbing.
“nah, we’re cool,” he replies and lu han flashes him a quick thumbs up before running off somewhere else, screaming oi, kris, what are you doing, those decorations totally clash with the wallpaper and sehun sighs. whether in admiration or just plain adoration, chanyeol doesn’t know and doesn’t care.
“we’re getting started, everyone get ready!” lu han yells into a loudhailer (where did he even get that from, chanyeol wonders) and chanyeol can only acquiesce, sinking down onto the dusty wooden floor of backstage and glowering in the dark as he pulls on the rope to lift the curtain.
//
everything is disgustingly boring up till somewhere in the middle of the concert rehearsal. chanyeol’s read the script seventeen times and tried to talk to sehun eight times (not that he’s counting) and all of them have left him feeling more bored than ever. oh, and did he mention that he really, really hates junmyeon?
just then, loud music starts blaring and when chanyeol lifts the curtain, a tall, tanned boy swaggers out from the left wing of the stage and begins dancing. his movements are as enchanting, fluid as water and chanyeol’s left starstruck, staring at him with his mouth gaping wide open in sheer admiration. creeping closer to the front, chanyeol peeks out from his dark little backstage corner so as to get a better view of the dancing boy, watching as he twirls and slides and practically captures chanyeol’s attention. halfway through the performance, the boy even glances towards chanyeol’s direction of the stage (chanyeol gasps and almost flings a hand over his heart but stops himself in time because, you know, uncool) and throws a cute little smile over at him, so unlike his charismatic onstage demeanour that chanyeol melts.
at the end of the performance, chanyeol applauds harder than he has for anyone else, and is surprised when sehun deigns to join in.
“you know that guy?” chanyeol asks in surprise, staring at the normally impassive boy and sehun nods.
“sure. he’s kim jongin, my best friend since, like, forever. he’s pretty good, right?”
“i’d say,” chanyeol mumbles. “he’s amazing.”
“yeah, well, don’t tell him i said that. we kinda pretend to hate each other a lot.” sehun shrugs.
“how could you hate that,” chanyeol mutters but it seems like sehun’s overheard him from the sly glint in his eye and oh, shit.
“i’ll tell him he’s got a new fan, then. a new fan who will love him to the ends of the earth.” sehun proclaims satisfiedly and chanyeol can’t decide who he hates more at the moment - oh sehun or kim junmyeon.
(sehun slips him a handwritten note the next day which reads hi, i’m jongin and sehun said you think i’m amazing and that’s really nice because i think you’re cute ^^ and decides that nope, oh sehun has ceded top spot on his shit list to junmyeon because sehun is an amazing middleman.)
//
“why am i on your hate list,” junmyeon whines about it when chanyeol tells him.
“because you signed me up for that concert shit and made me waste my time,” chanyeol deadpans all while playing with jongin’s hair, the younger boy lying on his lap and squirming around like an overgrown puppy. whatever, chanyeol still likes him anyway.
“are you kidding me?” junmyeon practically screams, rupturing chanyeol’s eardrums. damn, shorty has quite a large pair of lungs for such a tiny person. “jongin made me! said that was the only way you’d ever notice him! whatever, i’m done with matchmaking you and him, you ungrateful little --” and that’s all chanyeol hears before junmyeon stalks off huffily.
“is that true,” chanyeol stares down at jongin and gets a sheepish nod in return.
“i mean, i was in your class for a year and you never as much as looked at me,” jongin mumbles, pouting, and it’s so cute chanyeol can’t help leaning down to kiss it away.
oops. looks like kim junmyeon is officially off his shit list.
fin.
+ inspired by this lol yolo
ii. ask her if she wants to stay a while;
sehun/luhan | pg | ~ 2300w
chanyeol dares sehun to call a random number. side story to the kaiyeol drabble above.
“i’m bored,” chanyeol whines for the nth time on the bus home and sehun decides that he’s in two minds over whether he should continue grasping the pole determinedly or risk losing his balance to look up at the heavens to pray for patience. “why do we have to live forty-five minutes away from school?” chanyeol wails and sehun contemplates punching him right smack in the face.
“shut up, at least you’ve got me,” sehun grumbles. “i’m fabulous.”
“you’re also boring,” chanyeol retorts. “all you ever do is mope about how you don’t have a date to prom.”
“ugh, shut up, just because you’ve got jongin doesn’t mean you can go all arrogant on me! i set you guys up in the first place,” sehun glares before deflating visibly, muttering, “it’s true though. i still don’t have a date to prom and nothing changes that fact.”
“don’t you have anyone in mind, though?” chanyeol asks, eyes wide and innocent but that doesn’t prevent sehun from wanting to punch him in the face.
“you know who i like, you little shit. quit playing innocent,” sehun mumbles through gritted teeth, glaring hard at chanyeol. “you knew ever since that day we were down for backstage duty courtesy of junmyeon-hyung.”
“whatever. how do you know he doesn’t like you back?” chanyeol drawls, staring at sehun intensely, making the younger boy look away and swallow hard.
“i don’t know. i just never got around to asking him. i mean, he’s so talented and perfect and a senior and i’m just me, plain oh sehun. i don’t know if i’m good enough for him in the first place.”
chanyeol merely shakes his head and sighs regretfully. “you really make your own life hard, you know that? but i suppose if you don’t want to confess, we should just leave this to fate,” chanyeol says decisively, planting his feet firmly on the ground as the bus lurches forward without warning. sehun, however, isn’t so quick and ends up smashing into another passenger with a loud oof and many muttered apologies.
just his luck, it happens to be lu han who for some reason is on the same bus as he is and sehun doesn’t know why because he’s taken this bus every day for the past two years and lu han has never been on the same bus home. as a result, he ends up gurgling uncertainly when lu han gives him a quick smile, saying, “hey, sehun, right? i remember you from the concert rehearsals,” and sehun doesn’t really remember what he replies (if he even replies at all) but all in all, he’s pretty proud of himself for not falling to pieces at lu han’s smile in the first place.
while sehun’s having his inner dramatic monologue with himself, lu han gives him a quick wave before heading to the back of the bus, presumably to find a seat. ignoring the whole exchange, chanyeol digs around in sehun’s pocket (‘hey, stop, aren’t you taken? stop trying to molest me in public.’) for his phone before whipping it out triumphantly, proclaiming, “now we’re going to call a random number and see where it goes! if it works out, you’ll get a date to prom. if it doesn’t, we’ll just pretend to be prank callers. deal?”
sehun shrugs. it’s good fun anyway, plus he really needs a date to prom and he’s getting desperate.
“okay, let’s go!” chanyeol yips excitedly before punching a random number into sehun’s keypad. the phone screen lights up with a green light and sehun can’t help the little squiggle of excitement that worms itself into his stomach. even though he’s never said this out loud, he’s always been a little bit of a closet romantic, preferring to put his faith in things like fate and destiny, which is why he takes fortune cookies seriously and always gets laughed at by chanyeol. such is sehun’s life.
chanyeol hands the phone to sehun, who takes it with trepidation and holds it up to his ear. the dialing goes on, and sehun wonders what would happen if nobody picked up. perhaps it’d mean that he’s really destined to be single for the rest of his life. just as he’s thinking that, though, the line connects and a soft, clear voice answers.
“hello?”
“hello, ah… hi, i’m sehun,” sehun fumbles and blurts out, spotting chanyeol flapping his arms wildly by the side and looking way too insane for his liking.
“hello sehun, i’m lu han and i have absolutely no idea why you’re calling me when we're on the same bus,” the answer comes and sehun’s blood positively freezes in his veins.
uh. well. this is awkward. and he is definitely going to kill chanyeol, who’s cackling so hard he sounds like he’s going to throw up. just as long as he doesn’t die from embarrassment first.
sehun manages to stutter out a few “sorry”s and “this was a prank by chanyeol”s before he hangs up, shooting chanyeol the dirtiest look he can muster as soon as he hangs up. thank god the bus is packed and both of them are in front while lu han’s somewhere at the back, because sehun doesn’t really want lu han to see his attempt at murdering chanyeol.
(well, at least when sehun gets off the bus, lu han still smiles at him and waves. that gives him a bit of hope.)
when he’s walking home, however, his phone buzzes and sehun fishes it out of his pocket. not thinking much of it, he unlocks the screen and opens the message app, but he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the street and almost causes a girl on a bicycle to crash right into him.
hey. thanks for making it easier for me to get your number ;) -- lu han
sehun’s face then proceeds to contort itself into something halfway between a laugh and a scream.
fin.
+ GUYS SELU @ BEIJING AIRPORT I WANT TO CRY ADN DIE AND THROW UP AND DO ALL KINDS OF DISGUSTING THINGS BECAUSE I AM SO HAPPY OVER OTP????? im just gon start crying over this
+ selu! ay! valentine’s day! don’t ask why this is so long, selu bias. okay.
jongin/chanyeol + minor!sehun/luhan | pg | ~1200w
chanyeol never expected that helping out backstage could be so fun.
“hello chanyeol good morning chanyeol i have issues -- i mean i need volunteers to help out backstage for our school’s graduation concert but nobody wants to sign up,” junmyeon had stormed into class one morning, rattled off everything in one breath and then proceeded to cry before burying his tiny face into equally tiny hands. junmyeon’s little emotional breakdown, of course, had resulted in chanyeol attempting a halfhearted pat on the back before giving up since he was no good at this comforting people thing.
“there there,” he muttered as he awkwardly flapped his hands around junmyeon’s head, nearly avoiding giving the shorter boy a concussion. “i’m sure people will sign up eventually for the extra credit and all that. erm. yes. right.”
junmyeon’s eyes had suddenly lit up with a manic glow and chanyeol wonders why he didn’t back away then, because that should’ve clued him in. he should have known.
“i know! chanyeol! are you free tomorrow, can you sign up? please,” junmyeon had begged with a desperate look in his eyes and that tiny downward tilt of his mouth. chanyeol had relented because junmyeon had looked like he was going to pull out his hair any moment and chanyeol hadn’t wanted to be discovered as the cause of junmyeon’s murder when the forensic scientists performed the autopsy.
//
well, now chanyeol regrets it. every single bit of it. especially since he’s stuck backstage at 3 pm on a friday afternoon when he could have been home taking an afternoon nap or gaming or anything else more interesting than lurking around in the dark wings of their auditorium stage, waiting for the rehearsal to start. yup, park chanyeol really hates kim junmyeon.
“this is so boring,” he grouses to sehun, the other poor sap whom junmyeon had begged (coerced, forced, whatever) into joining. he gets a mere grunt and ‘yeah, whatever’ in return before sehun returns to tapping away at his phone, completely disregarding chanyeol’s existence. rude.
thankfully, the uncomfortable silence is soon broken by a flustered senior rushing over, yelling as he goes. chanyeol recognises him as lu han, vice-president of the student council. besides him, sehun perks up and chanyeol smirks. sehun sends him a death glare that plainly says ‘shut up or i’ll shit on your life. don’t test me.’ chanyeol merely flips him off.
the moment lu han reaches them, he begins babbling. “you two are the student volunteers, right? my name’s lu han, i’m in charge of this whole thing and i don’t know why. oh wait, i do, it’s because junmyeon didn’t want to do it so he delegated it to me. right. vice-presidents always get the shit jobs. anyway! you two are in charge of the curtains, we’ll need you guys to open and close the curtains according to the performances. here, take this,” he shoves a stack of papers into both of their hands and continues speaking without showing any signs of pausing any time soon. “it’s the whole script with curtain cues included, so just follow these down to a T and you’ll be fine! okay, any questions?”
chanyeol blinks. well, this job sounds simple enough, if not mind-numbingly boring. he darts a glance over at sehun and sees the younger boy, staring at lu han as if in a daze. huh. talk about mind-numbing.
“nah, we’re cool,” he replies and lu han flashes him a quick thumbs up before running off somewhere else, screaming oi, kris, what are you doing, those decorations totally clash with the wallpaper and sehun sighs. whether in admiration or just plain adoration, chanyeol doesn’t know and doesn’t care.
“we’re getting started, everyone get ready!” lu han yells into a loudhailer (where did he even get that from, chanyeol wonders) and chanyeol can only acquiesce, sinking down onto the dusty wooden floor of backstage and glowering in the dark as he pulls on the rope to lift the curtain.
//
everything is disgustingly boring up till somewhere in the middle of the concert rehearsal. chanyeol’s read the script seventeen times and tried to talk to sehun eight times (not that he’s counting) and all of them have left him feeling more bored than ever. oh, and did he mention that he really, really hates junmyeon?
just then, loud music starts blaring and when chanyeol lifts the curtain, a tall, tanned boy swaggers out from the left wing of the stage and begins dancing. his movements are as enchanting, fluid as water and chanyeol’s left starstruck, staring at him with his mouth gaping wide open in sheer admiration. creeping closer to the front, chanyeol peeks out from his dark little backstage corner so as to get a better view of the dancing boy, watching as he twirls and slides and practically captures chanyeol’s attention. halfway through the performance, the boy even glances towards chanyeol’s direction of the stage (chanyeol gasps and almost flings a hand over his heart but stops himself in time because, you know, uncool) and throws a cute little smile over at him, so unlike his charismatic onstage demeanour that chanyeol melts.
at the end of the performance, chanyeol applauds harder than he has for anyone else, and is surprised when sehun deigns to join in.
“you know that guy?” chanyeol asks in surprise, staring at the normally impassive boy and sehun nods.
“sure. he’s kim jongin, my best friend since, like, forever. he’s pretty good, right?”
“i’d say,” chanyeol mumbles. “he’s amazing.”
“yeah, well, don’t tell him i said that. we kinda pretend to hate each other a lot.” sehun shrugs.
“how could you hate that,” chanyeol mutters but it seems like sehun’s overheard him from the sly glint in his eye and oh, shit.
“i’ll tell him he’s got a new fan, then. a new fan who will love him to the ends of the earth.” sehun proclaims satisfiedly and chanyeol can’t decide who he hates more at the moment - oh sehun or kim junmyeon.
(sehun slips him a handwritten note the next day which reads hi, i’m jongin and sehun said you think i’m amazing and that’s really nice because i think you’re cute ^^ and decides that nope, oh sehun has ceded top spot on his shit list to junmyeon because sehun is an amazing middleman.)
//
“why am i on your hate list,” junmyeon whines about it when chanyeol tells him.
“because you signed me up for that concert shit and made me waste my time,” chanyeol deadpans all while playing with jongin’s hair, the younger boy lying on his lap and squirming around like an overgrown puppy. whatever, chanyeol still likes him anyway.
“are you kidding me?” junmyeon practically screams, rupturing chanyeol’s eardrums. damn, shorty has quite a large pair of lungs for such a tiny person. “jongin made me! said that was the only way you’d ever notice him! whatever, i’m done with matchmaking you and him, you ungrateful little --” and that’s all chanyeol hears before junmyeon stalks off huffily.
“is that true,” chanyeol stares down at jongin and gets a sheepish nod in return.
“i mean, i was in your class for a year and you never as much as looked at me,” jongin mumbles, pouting, and it’s so cute chanyeol can’t help leaning down to kiss it away.
oops. looks like kim junmyeon is officially off his shit list.
fin.
+ inspired by this lol yolo
ii. ask her if she wants to stay a while;
sehun/luhan | pg | ~ 2300w
chanyeol dares sehun to call a random number. side story to the kaiyeol drabble above.
“i’m bored,” chanyeol whines for the nth time on the bus home and sehun decides that he’s in two minds over whether he should continue grasping the pole determinedly or risk losing his balance to look up at the heavens to pray for patience. “why do we have to live forty-five minutes away from school?” chanyeol wails and sehun contemplates punching him right smack in the face.
“shut up, at least you’ve got me,” sehun grumbles. “i’m fabulous.”
“you’re also boring,” chanyeol retorts. “all you ever do is mope about how you don’t have a date to prom.”
“ugh, shut up, just because you’ve got jongin doesn’t mean you can go all arrogant on me! i set you guys up in the first place,” sehun glares before deflating visibly, muttering, “it’s true though. i still don’t have a date to prom and nothing changes that fact.”
“don’t you have anyone in mind, though?” chanyeol asks, eyes wide and innocent but that doesn’t prevent sehun from wanting to punch him in the face.
“you know who i like, you little shit. quit playing innocent,” sehun mumbles through gritted teeth, glaring hard at chanyeol. “you knew ever since that day we were down for backstage duty courtesy of junmyeon-hyung.”
“whatever. how do you know he doesn’t like you back?” chanyeol drawls, staring at sehun intensely, making the younger boy look away and swallow hard.
“i don’t know. i just never got around to asking him. i mean, he’s so talented and perfect and a senior and i’m just me, plain oh sehun. i don’t know if i’m good enough for him in the first place.”
chanyeol merely shakes his head and sighs regretfully. “you really make your own life hard, you know that? but i suppose if you don’t want to confess, we should just leave this to fate,” chanyeol says decisively, planting his feet firmly on the ground as the bus lurches forward without warning. sehun, however, isn’t so quick and ends up smashing into another passenger with a loud oof and many muttered apologies.
just his luck, it happens to be lu han who for some reason is on the same bus as he is and sehun doesn’t know why because he’s taken this bus every day for the past two years and lu han has never been on the same bus home. as a result, he ends up gurgling uncertainly when lu han gives him a quick smile, saying, “hey, sehun, right? i remember you from the concert rehearsals,” and sehun doesn’t really remember what he replies (if he even replies at all) but all in all, he’s pretty proud of himself for not falling to pieces at lu han’s smile in the first place.
while sehun’s having his inner dramatic monologue with himself, lu han gives him a quick wave before heading to the back of the bus, presumably to find a seat. ignoring the whole exchange, chanyeol digs around in sehun’s pocket (‘hey, stop, aren’t you taken? stop trying to molest me in public.’) for his phone before whipping it out triumphantly, proclaiming, “now we’re going to call a random number and see where it goes! if it works out, you’ll get a date to prom. if it doesn’t, we’ll just pretend to be prank callers. deal?”
sehun shrugs. it’s good fun anyway, plus he really needs a date to prom and he’s getting desperate.
“okay, let’s go!” chanyeol yips excitedly before punching a random number into sehun’s keypad. the phone screen lights up with a green light and sehun can’t help the little squiggle of excitement that worms itself into his stomach. even though he’s never said this out loud, he’s always been a little bit of a closet romantic, preferring to put his faith in things like fate and destiny, which is why he takes fortune cookies seriously and always gets laughed at by chanyeol. such is sehun’s life.
chanyeol hands the phone to sehun, who takes it with trepidation and holds it up to his ear. the dialing goes on, and sehun wonders what would happen if nobody picked up. perhaps it’d mean that he’s really destined to be single for the rest of his life. just as he’s thinking that, though, the line connects and a soft, clear voice answers.
“hello?”
“hello, ah… hi, i’m sehun,” sehun fumbles and blurts out, spotting chanyeol flapping his arms wildly by the side and looking way too insane for his liking.
“hello sehun, i’m lu han and i have absolutely no idea why you’re calling me when we're on the same bus,” the answer comes and sehun’s blood positively freezes in his veins.
uh. well. this is awkward. and he is definitely going to kill chanyeol, who’s cackling so hard he sounds like he’s going to throw up. just as long as he doesn’t die from embarrassment first.
sehun manages to stutter out a few “sorry”s and “this was a prank by chanyeol”s before he hangs up, shooting chanyeol the dirtiest look he can muster as soon as he hangs up. thank god the bus is packed and both of them are in front while lu han’s somewhere at the back, because sehun doesn’t really want lu han to see his attempt at murdering chanyeol.
(well, at least when sehun gets off the bus, lu han still smiles at him and waves. that gives him a bit of hope.)
when he’s walking home, however, his phone buzzes and sehun fishes it out of his pocket. not thinking much of it, he unlocks the screen and opens the message app, but he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the street and almost causes a girl on a bicycle to crash right into him.
hey. thanks for making it easier for me to get your number ;) -- lu han
sehun’s face then proceeds to contort itself into something halfway between a laugh and a scream.
fin.
+ GUYS SELU @ BEIJING AIRPORT I WANT TO CRY ADN DIE AND THROW UP AND DO ALL KINDS OF DISGUSTING THINGS BECAUSE I AM SO HAPPY OVER OTP????? im just gon start crying over this
+ selu! ay! valentine’s day! don’t ask why this is so long, selu bias. okay.