the problem with fiction (07/10ish)
kris/chanyeol | PG-13
summary: that's right, this is your usual idol oppa/average high school boy fake engagement story. unless you never read one. you know, you should click the link.
“you’re a fool, you know that?”
“but, baekhyun-ah-”
“how could you let him kiss you?! no. how did you even want to kiss him?! are you insane!?”
baekhyun’s words sting. chanyeol had thought that his best friend would be all squealing and rambling that he’s so going to tell his followers after he forced and begged and threatened chanyeol to describe the kiss vividly because it was kris wufan, wangja-yah, the man of every teenage girl’s wet dream!
“why are you like this, baekhyun-ah?”
“why?!” baekhyun practically screams, alright, but he’s also sounding murderous right now. “goddammit park chanyeol. you’re in love with him aren’t you? you’re a fucking moron, i swear to fuck. he’s-”
“baekhyun-ah listen to me-”
“OKAY FINE, what do you have in store, huh? he treats you like you’re the center of his universe? of course he does, one fucking word from your mouth and his career will end! or you fell for him because he’s just the handsomest human being ever? he smiles at you and your heart flutters? his fucking fans are feeling it too! you’re not the only one, chanyeol-ah, you’re just a tool for him, okay?”
“baek-”
“HE TOUCHED YOU AGAIN, DIDN’T HE? fucking fuck i’m going to kill that pedophile sonofab-”
“BAEKHYUN-AH I JUST LOVE HIM, OKAY, IS IT WRONG?!”
“...”
chanyeol is angry. the ugly emotion he’s promised himself to never bother him ever again is coming back; it’s spreading in a speed of light to his veins, numbing his supposedly neverending affection towards his best friend, replacing it with an equally ugly accusation of why can’t baekhyun understand?
this can be his long awaited happiness, right, after all the things-no, shits-he’s been going through. but apparently baekhyun is thinking otherwise, while chanyeol doesn’t really have anyone else to share one of the most crucial moments in his life.
“chanyeol-ah, please get back on track,” baekhyun’s voice is so tiny. “it’s useless. you only have less than four months. while your l-” he pauses. “while your love hasn’t developed fully, please just forget about it. in that four months time, you’re going to fall deeper, i’m sure of it dammit, you were so excited to tell me weren’t you? i’m so sorry my reaction isn’t...exactly what you’ve wanted.”
chanyeol counts to thirty one.
“but i’m not siding with you on this.” one, two, three-
-fifty three, and baekhyun is talking more confidently now, “you’ll end up hurting even more, you understand what i’m saying, right? i don’t want you to drown in misery later, chanyeol-ah, it can’t be sunshine and rainbow all the time, no matter how much you try to see the positive side of it.”
“i know, baekhyun-ah, i know,” it’s no use to convince baekhyun at all. “i’m ready to bear the consequence on my own. i was just hoping i could spazz with you about the kiss. about what’s about to come. i’m sorry i’m a fool. but i don’t care. i love kris-hyung, baekhyun-ah, i really do.”
baekhyun curses softly on the other line.
“chanyeol-ah i’m so-”
“save it,” baekhyun makes a weak protest. chanyeol grits his teeth to prevent his voice to waver or to vomit words he will regret in the future.
both.
“thanks for your concern, baekhyun-ah. i’ll be fine,” and with that, he ends the phone call and diverts any upcoming call from baekhyun, ignores baekhyun’s bombarding texts, and lets his mind cruelly replaying baekhyun’s smile, baekhyun’s laugh, baekhyun’s everything that is related to his life pre-kris era, and he falls asleep clutching at his chest.
▲▼
if kris notices chanyeol’s simply undisguised bad mood nowadays, then he’s being himself by not mentioning anything and showering him with more teasing and hair ruffling instead.
but no kiss(es).
it’s been a week.
▲▼
because exo has their comeback stage for about a month, it’s lee-sshi again who drives him to/from school. chanyeol is waiting for him on the school’s main lobby, playing with his phone and listening to this new zealand indie band that never fails to soothe his wounded soul when a lanky boy who eerily looks like lu han-hyung’s taller version is approaching him; dragging a huge, pink, hello kitty bag with him.
chanyeol puts on a smile, expands it to a grin because he hasn’t been smiling much this past week and he doesn’t want to appear unfriendly or something, and then he greets lu han-hyung’s younger brother,
“annyeong!”
what’shisnameagain is panting as he halts in front of chanyeol; soon he’s hauled as the palest boy ever in history of park chanyeol’s encounter with people.
“hi, my name is park chanyeol,” chanyeol offers his hand, “nice to meet you!”
they shake hands briefly. “oh sehun,” now that’s a cute lisp he’s got. “ummm ge-lu han-hyung said you can keep the bag.”
“thank you!” chanyeol smiles. “so did you enjoy one piece?” he forgets the last time he has a decent talk with anyone, doesn’t even care if this oh sehun is one of them (or not). he just wants some kind of a company.
“i-yeah. it was awesome to have a marathon reading,” sehun smiles, nervously, and he mumbles again; like he has something more relevant to say other than talking about a japanese manhwa.
chanyeol waits patiently.
but in the end sehun only bows deeply and runs to the direction of another boy with the laziest stance who stares at chanyeol when their eyes collide.
▲▼
another days pass by meaninglessly. chanyeol spends his time mostly alone now, like seriously alone because exo is busier than ever and, yeah, he’s still giving baekhyun the silly silent treatment.
they haven’t talked ever since. and it’s nearing chanyeol’s eighteenth birthday so he’s determined to return baekhyun’s texts and calls because deep down, somewhere, chanyeol understands that to baekhyun, falling in love with kris will only drag chanyeol deeper into the mess that chanyeol didn’t even create in the first place-he did it-and in his very own twisted mindset; baekhyun sees himself as the only one to blame, he’s responsible for chanyeol’s life, therefore, chanyeol’s selfish confession worries him.
it’s selfish, because despite his understanding towards baekhyun’s strong belief that he’s a moron to fall for kris (he probably is), he still wants everything, remember, and if baekhyun said while his love for kris isn’t developed fully yet then he should give up, chanyeol holds onto his own strong belief that he should cherish the now less than four months period he can share with kris.
chanyeol sighs, pouts at his own roller coaster mood, smiles to kris’ gifs smirking at him via his tumblr dashboard, and falls asleep clutching at his iphone, dreaming about more hopeful kisses and ice creams.
▲▼
exo wins all kill in music shows and chanyeol takes a selca with each of the trophy. exo tops the online charts and the sale for their cd is also on top three in record stores. chanyeol sent two signed (free) CDs, for his umma and baekhyun the next day after his argument with his best friend.
he really misses baekhyun.
the bombarding of fangirls’ presents at exo dorm might be one of the best things that ever happened in chanyeol’s life. thanks to his status as kris’ adorable fiancee (courtesy of the very popular episode of MTV’s ‘a day with...’) he receives cute little things like iphone’s cover, a couple of t-shirts and hats, accessories, endless supply of new and classic games, and one baby blue dildo.
kris exclaims extra loud when chanyeol asks about it, about the thing that is shaped like p-p-penis as they unwrap the colorful presents on their living room. chanyeol flushes so redredred at kris’ brief explanation, he can’t help it! but fortunately, no exo members are around-meaning no lewd teasing from yixing and tao’s mind won’t be tainted. they’re kind enough to pile chanyeol’s and takes them across the hallway to ‘krisyeol’s love nest’.
“madness,” kris mumbles in english, and timidly asks if chanyeol wants to keep it or not.
“n-no!” chanyeol laughs like a hyena. “oh god, no.”
kris nods, mumbling again about throwing it out but not before he destroys it somehow.
that night, chanyeol googles about dildo.
in the end, he can’t sleep at all.
▲▼
the next day, chanyeol is distracted at school, thankfully. on first period there’s a sudden english pop quiz, and after that, his class is going to have an individual basketball test. still high from the intense pop quiz, he walks like a robot to his favorite space, as usual, the boy’s restroom on the fifth floor to change to the gym clothes-trying to recall his mistakes about when to use ‘their’ and ‘they’re’ in a sentence.
ugh! it should have been ‘they aaareee my best friends’ not 'their my-
“jongin-ah, make it quick-”
chanyeol’s brain is still in the english composition land he’s not exactly subtle about his surprised squeak.
sehun, lu han-hyung’s younger brother, is bending against the washbasins. the boy with the laziest stance from before, is hovering above him; one hand is inside sehun’s untucked school’s shirt and the other is on sehun’s belt.
the two boys-only sehun, actually-hastily tidying up themselves. the other b-okay. jongin, of course it’s jongin. and sehun. sehun’s lisp. his pleading. jongin’s cocky response.
of course.
“um,” chanyeol kind of wants to laugh at his life (like, dildo, just yesterday, and then this?) but he kind of wants to cry too because it’s...funny.
maybe they can be friends?
“um, annyeong...” but now isn’t a good time, so he steps out of the restroom and closes the door quietly.
only to squeak again at the harsh bang on his back. sehun is looking at him with pleading eyes.
“y-you can’t tell anyone-!” he stutters. “i’m-i’m so sorry!”
chanyeol grins sheepishly, rubbing at the stinging spot.
“no worries! your secret is safe with me,” he says, eyeing jongin who wraps his arms around sehun’s narrow waist, resting his chin on sehun’s left shoulder. their different skin tone is amazing, at one glance they do look like the darker-lighter version of each other due to their similar height.
“um,” chanyeol blinks. he’ll be late and kangin-songsaenim will make him to run extra laps. “i have to go. see you around...i guess?”
it’s jongin who answers, “sure,” lazily, and chanyeol scurries out to the girl’s restroom. no one comes here anyway.
▲▼
chanyeol dreams about sehun and jongin, and he wakes up hard at four in the morning, doesn’t get a wink of sleep after.
he’s going to the school’s lab for a physic experiment, absentmindedly sighing now and then as he walks down the stairs; his classmates are way ahead of him in pairs when suddenly, his head is hit by...
a lollipop?
he picks it up, waits for the owner to fetch it, and a moment later sehun has an apology ready but his pretty face pales at the sight of chanyeol.
“hey!” chanyeol grimaces at his own loudness. well, whatever. it’s just too surreal. “yours?” sehun nods, gnawing his bottom lip, looking up, and jongin is above them, leaning against the railing, watching.
“um, you guys are going to the gym class or something?” chanyeol asks, a minute or two of mini conversation won’t hurt his physic grade. that, and kris and exo always arrive late and depart early because of their tight schedules. lu han-hyung still sends him funny texts but currently he’s in japan to assist KARA.
and he’s still neglecting baekhyun.
“going to the computer lab?” chanyeol tries again because sehun doesn’t even look at him.
jongin says, “we’re going to the music room.”
“oooh...music class?” chanyeol smiles slightly; jongin’s voice is the same as what he can remember.
“no, we’re skipping korean history,” jongin glances at the white lab coat on chanyeol’s arm. “physic?”
“yeah,” this is awkward. “um. bye-”
“how about you join us?” jongin is standing next to sehun in a flash, smirking down at chanyeol. “bonding time,” he ignores sehun’s surprised look, “or something.”
maybe this is the right time to make new friends.
▲▼
“why aren’t you on TV!” chanyeol claps his hands, bouncing as he sits on the floor. “seriously jongin-ah! you dance much, much, much better than kris!”
jongin smirks, popping his upper body and saluting chanyeol with a simple yet so cool move.
“this is what you guys do when you skip classes?” chanyeol tosses jongin’s black hand towel as jongin and sehun plop down in front of him, catching their breaths.
“my princess likes to do other things too,” jongin gives the hand towel to a flushing sehun to use it first (they were dancing together). chanyeol mimics sehun’s state of embarrassment.
“i watched your MTV reality show,” jongin continues nonchalantly, closing his eyes as sehun gently wipes the sweat off of his face and neck. “you play?” he tilts his head to the direction of the musical instruments.
chanyeol grins; jongin is a chill boy, he can live with that.
“shall we?” jongin raises an eyebrow, smirks, and sehun helps chanyeol to get up.
“what should i do?” chanyeol takes the battered drumsticks. “it’s been too long.”
“hit it.”
they jam like they’ve been doing it forever, together, the three of them; jongin dances effortlessly to chanyeol’s drumbeats, and sehun laughs, losing himself.
“my best friend,” chanyeol wipes at his face using the sleeve of the school’s yellow cardigan after they’ve finished being awesome, “and our circle of friends like to videotaping themselves dancing weird freestyle to western pop songs and uploading it to youtube. we should try it sometimes!”
his two new friends are cackling.
“really?” sehun’s eyes sparkle.
“yeah! baekhyun-”
“the one who took that photo?”
there’s a painful tug inside of chanyeol’s ribs, but he manages to compose his face to appear indifferent.
“yeah, that’s him. baekhyun. my best friend,” chanyeol swallows down a lump, but keeps on smiling, “yeah.”
sehun glares at jongin, who stares back at him calmly, and sehun glances at chanyeol, rabbit quick, before he releases his death grip on jongin’s arm.
jongin fishes out his wallet.
he unfolds a pink paper, “sehun’s got something for you.”
▲▼
sehun tells him over and over again that no, his lu han-hyung doesn’t know anything about it, he and jongin don’t want anything from chanyeol, and,
“i just thought it’s only right to give it back to you, chanyeol-ah.”
▲▼
it’s the pink note, obviously, that ryeowook-sshi had prepared neatly for chanyeol (and kris) to remember, in order to perfecting their arranged marriage scenario.
sehun found it on his one piece manhwa, volume 21, precisely on page 67-68, because lu han-hyung hadn’t read up to that volume yet, and sehun also picked a random volume after wearing gloves as he was bored waiting for jongin to pick him up to a photoshoot set.
▲▼
chanyeol is so damn tempted to get a knife and kill himself, when he arrives home, where the tears finally flood his nostrils and cheeks; but he doesn’t, because he’s too preoccupied by his uncontrollable tears and this foreign happiness bursting in his heart. he's holding to a blind faith that jongin and sehun are indeed his new friends who have sworn they’ve got their own problems, plural, to mend.
his eyes are puffy even after hours. he googles on how to bring them back to normal, and the cucumbers on his closed eyes are suddenly floating.
“huh?” he sits up, and there, under the colorful fluorescent of moving animals sleeping lamp (from chanyeol’s fans), kris is frowning at him.
“what are you doing?” kris asks, squinting. chanyeol never locks his bedroom, a lifetime habit he brings from gangwon.
“what are you doing?” it’s already late, and kris is still on his sleek stage outfits. “hyung, seriously. what are you doing?”
the answer is coming a little bit too fast, “nothing.”
chanyeol nods-nothing? okay-he covers his face as he yawns. he really needs his sleep asap.
“uhhh aren’t you tired, hyung?” he slaps his face once. he looks up to kris, smiling groggily. “hyung?”
“you were crying,” kris deadpans, invites himself to sit at the edge of chanyeol’s bed and strokes a cold thumb to chanyeol’s left eyelid.
chanyeol closes his eyes, humming contentedly.
“what did they do this time?” kris pushes chanyeol to lie down and chanyeol blinks, sniffing.
kris’ frowning face is thisclose as he answers, “what? i made new friends. lu han-hyung’s younger brother and his boyfriend. they’re so awesome.”
“yeah?” kris is moving on top of him, and chanyeol is on his side, kris is too, and then the tips of their noses are touching.
“yeah,” chanyeol’s vision is dropping.
“promise?”
“i promise.”
chanyeol wakes up before kris, the older man has a heavy arm on his waist and instead of freaking out, chanyeol cheats. he snuggles closer to the warm, bigger body, and makes a barrier with his right knee because he’s not that sly.
kris doesn’t frown when he sleeps. there’s a gap between his lips, and his lips are dry.
in movies and girly manhwas baekhyun sometimes identified himself as the lead boy character, the protagonist dares himself/herself to lean in and kiss his/her love interest.
chanyeol is not stupid.
he feels under his pillows for his iphone. activating the camera, aiming the lens, and covering the speaker, he takes a photo of sleeping kris wufan for a future blackmail or something.
nice shot.
okay maybe one more time from a different angle.
▲▼
slowly, chanyeol learns about his new friends. apparently, kim jongin and oh sehun have been the school’s ‘dark knight’ and ‘prince’ (“princess,” jongin corrects him) ever since they’re in elementary, and growing up, despite their distinctive differences, they are still the most popular boys.
and quite untouchable, meaning, it’s been the two of them, and so, being seen with park chanyeol is causing an uproar for the entire school’s population. especially for the ‘jonghun’ (yes, another abbreviation) fans.
“they think we’re having a threesome,” jongin smirks as they enjoy their lunch on the restricted rooftop area. jongin can handle simple locks, by the way, and chanyeol is more than glad to explore; the rooftop gives him a nice view.
“how long have you been dating?” chanyeol struts back to his spot next to sehun, picking up his chopsticks.
a pout from sehun and nothing from jongin.
“guys?” chanyeol obliviously chews on his fried rice.
“well we’re not,” jongin shrugs, and they’ve promised not to say a word about him and kris, right, so chanyeol pretends sehun’s radiating blue vibe goes unnoticed.
▲▼
“baby-yah, what do you want for your birthday?” ryeowook-sshi asks chanyeol in a hushed tone as he, for publication’s sake, tags along to high cut photoshoot.
chanyeol grins, tearing his eyes off of exo members posing professionally.
“rainbow cake!” he nods. “i want to taste it!”
ryeowook-sshi approves. “what else?” he checks his blackberry. “oh, lu han asked about it too. he’s in japan right now.”
“yes i know,” chanyeol is suddenly excited, “can i really ask him for a birthday gift?”
“of course!” ryeowook-sshi urges him to ask for the most expensive gift. “like, a car,” he giggles, “or jewelries.”
“i’ll email him later,” chanyeol rubs his palms, contemplating to ask for an original thirty centimetre luffy figurine from japan (it’s rather expensive here in seoul). or maybe...KARA’s autograph for baekhyun? as a peace offering?
that seems promising, but for now, he just wants to live at the moment!
“ryeowook-sshi, let’s take selcas!” and then they do, making weird-aegyo-handsome faces, earning giggles from the high cut female staffs, and one of them tells the photographer hyung to at least shoot kris-goon’s cute fiancee; so she, apparently the writer, can add some side story for exo’s article.
“no, don’t do his makeup, let him look natural,” she taps her chin, scrutinizing chanyeol’s tamed hair and makeup free face. she smiles at chanyeol’s contagious one. “make everything krisyeol candid. readers love candid moments!”
ryeowook-sshi whispers right to chanyeol’s ear after everyone turns back to their tasks, “she understands strategic marketing. ‘krisyeol’ is the hype lately, and by releasing this photoshoot’s behind the scene, with you in it, they will sell more. you’re a good job, chanyeolla.”
▲▼
i want you to kiss me.
“i told ryeowook-sshi i want rainbow cake!” chanyeol sips on his hot chocolate, snorting at his wishful self.
kris nods, washing his hands on the kitchen’s sink.
“my appa hoped you’ll like his surprise,” kris then takes a seat next to chanyeol, snatching the mug from chanyeol’s hand and finishes the drink with a satisfied sigh.
chanyeol puffs out his cheeks, “you can always ask nicely!”
kris just smirks and jongin’s face is instantly on chanyeol’s mind. they sure like to smirk a lot, but jongin’s lips are thicker and drier; kris’ are-
“so how’s your piggy bank?” kris leans his head against the chair, exposing his throat and jutting adam’s apple, distracting chanyeol’s intense stare to his lips. “are you rich yet?”
“shut up,” chanyeol flushes, “you know i’m donating the money to wwf.”
kris holds out his thumb.
chanyeol scoffs, announcing that he’s going to sleep.
“good night, hyung,” but he can’t help to smile down at kris.
who stops him with a carefully phrased, “hey, when i-when i slept on your bed. i’m sorry,” and at chanyeol’s excessive blinking, he adds even more quietly, “i didn’t do anything out of your consent, right?”
“well...” in chanyeol’s kris wufan playbook level intermediate, it is encouraged to stay true to what’s in your mind-because chanyeol is aware that kris himself has his very own park chanyeol playbook level advanced.
and chanyeol’s mind; in between a few days ago and now, it doesn’t really have much difference.
“...you were really tired, right, hyung?” his brain, his mind, tells him to take kris’ cold hand and so he does, and kris holds on tight.
“how about today?” kris needs exactly a dozen superfast heartbeats to answer,
“very much so,” with a challenging glint in his eyes.
chanyeol appears nonchalant as he pulls kris to his feet, leading them to his bedroom, mumbling about winter is coming he can’t wait to see seoul covered in snow and kris lying stiff on his back next to him, listening to his ranting about gangwon’s snow that is thick and hurting when it hits your body and that he wonders how will tao throw a snowball with those muscly arms and hyung, how is canada’s sno-
before chanyeol is off completely to slumber island, he swears kris is stroking the hair off of his face, saying, “you’ll see it yourself.”
to be c o n t i n u e d
summary: that's right, this is your usual idol oppa/average high school boy fake engagement story. unless you never read one. you know, you should click the link.
“you’re a fool, you know that?”
“but, baekhyun-ah-”
“how could you let him kiss you?! no. how did you even want to kiss him?! are you insane!?”
baekhyun’s words sting. chanyeol had thought that his best friend would be all squealing and rambling that he’s so going to tell his followers after he forced and begged and threatened chanyeol to describe the kiss vividly because it was kris wufan, wangja-yah, the man of every teenage girl’s wet dream!
“why are you like this, baekhyun-ah?”
“why?!” baekhyun practically screams, alright, but he’s also sounding murderous right now. “goddammit park chanyeol. you’re in love with him aren’t you? you’re a fucking moron, i swear to fuck. he’s-”
“baekhyun-ah listen to me-”
“OKAY FINE, what do you have in store, huh? he treats you like you’re the center of his universe? of course he does, one fucking word from your mouth and his career will end! or you fell for him because he’s just the handsomest human being ever? he smiles at you and your heart flutters? his fucking fans are feeling it too! you’re not the only one, chanyeol-ah, you’re just a tool for him, okay?”
“baek-”
“HE TOUCHED YOU AGAIN, DIDN’T HE? fucking fuck i’m going to kill that pedophile sonofab-”
“BAEKHYUN-AH I JUST LOVE HIM, OKAY, IS IT WRONG?!”
“...”
chanyeol is angry. the ugly emotion he’s promised himself to never bother him ever again is coming back; it’s spreading in a speed of light to his veins, numbing his supposedly neverending affection towards his best friend, replacing it with an equally ugly accusation of why can’t baekhyun understand?
this can be his long awaited happiness, right, after all the things-no, shits-he’s been going through. but apparently baekhyun is thinking otherwise, while chanyeol doesn’t really have anyone else to share one of the most crucial moments in his life.
“chanyeol-ah, please get back on track,” baekhyun’s voice is so tiny. “it’s useless. you only have less than four months. while your l-” he pauses. “while your love hasn’t developed fully, please just forget about it. in that four months time, you’re going to fall deeper, i’m sure of it dammit, you were so excited to tell me weren’t you? i’m so sorry my reaction isn’t...exactly what you’ve wanted.”
chanyeol counts to thirty one.
“but i’m not siding with you on this.” one, two, three-
-fifty three, and baekhyun is talking more confidently now, “you’ll end up hurting even more, you understand what i’m saying, right? i don’t want you to drown in misery later, chanyeol-ah, it can’t be sunshine and rainbow all the time, no matter how much you try to see the positive side of it.”
“i know, baekhyun-ah, i know,” it’s no use to convince baekhyun at all. “i’m ready to bear the consequence on my own. i was just hoping i could spazz with you about the kiss. about what’s about to come. i’m sorry i’m a fool. but i don’t care. i love kris-hyung, baekhyun-ah, i really do.”
baekhyun curses softly on the other line.
“chanyeol-ah i’m so-”
“save it,” baekhyun makes a weak protest. chanyeol grits his teeth to prevent his voice to waver or to vomit words he will regret in the future.
both.
“thanks for your concern, baekhyun-ah. i’ll be fine,” and with that, he ends the phone call and diverts any upcoming call from baekhyun, ignores baekhyun’s bombarding texts, and lets his mind cruelly replaying baekhyun’s smile, baekhyun’s laugh, baekhyun’s everything that is related to his life pre-kris era, and he falls asleep clutching at his chest.
▲▼
if kris notices chanyeol’s simply undisguised bad mood nowadays, then he’s being himself by not mentioning anything and showering him with more teasing and hair ruffling instead.
but no kiss(es).
it’s been a week.
▲▼
because exo has their comeback stage for about a month, it’s lee-sshi again who drives him to/from school. chanyeol is waiting for him on the school’s main lobby, playing with his phone and listening to this new zealand indie band that never fails to soothe his wounded soul when a lanky boy who eerily looks like lu han-hyung’s taller version is approaching him; dragging a huge, pink, hello kitty bag with him.
chanyeol puts on a smile, expands it to a grin because he hasn’t been smiling much this past week and he doesn’t want to appear unfriendly or something, and then he greets lu han-hyung’s younger brother,
“annyeong!”
what’shisnameagain is panting as he halts in front of chanyeol; soon he’s hauled as the palest boy ever in history of park chanyeol’s encounter with people.
“hi, my name is park chanyeol,” chanyeol offers his hand, “nice to meet you!”
they shake hands briefly. “oh sehun,” now that’s a cute lisp he’s got. “ummm ge-lu han-hyung said you can keep the bag.”
“thank you!” chanyeol smiles. “so did you enjoy one piece?” he forgets the last time he has a decent talk with anyone, doesn’t even care if this oh sehun is one of them (or not). he just wants some kind of a company.
“i-yeah. it was awesome to have a marathon reading,” sehun smiles, nervously, and he mumbles again; like he has something more relevant to say other than talking about a japanese manhwa.
chanyeol waits patiently.
but in the end sehun only bows deeply and runs to the direction of another boy with the laziest stance who stares at chanyeol when their eyes collide.
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another days pass by meaninglessly. chanyeol spends his time mostly alone now, like seriously alone because exo is busier than ever and, yeah, he’s still giving baekhyun the silly silent treatment.
they haven’t talked ever since. and it’s nearing chanyeol’s eighteenth birthday so he’s determined to return baekhyun’s texts and calls because deep down, somewhere, chanyeol understands that to baekhyun, falling in love with kris will only drag chanyeol deeper into the mess that chanyeol didn’t even create in the first place-he did it-and in his very own twisted mindset; baekhyun sees himself as the only one to blame, he’s responsible for chanyeol’s life, therefore, chanyeol’s selfish confession worries him.
it’s selfish, because despite his understanding towards baekhyun’s strong belief that he’s a moron to fall for kris (he probably is), he still wants everything, remember, and if baekhyun said while his love for kris isn’t developed fully yet then he should give up, chanyeol holds onto his own strong belief that he should cherish the now less than four months period he can share with kris.
chanyeol sighs, pouts at his own roller coaster mood, smiles to kris’ gifs smirking at him via his tumblr dashboard, and falls asleep clutching at his iphone, dreaming about more hopeful kisses and ice creams.
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exo wins all kill in music shows and chanyeol takes a selca with each of the trophy. exo tops the online charts and the sale for their cd is also on top three in record stores. chanyeol sent two signed (free) CDs, for his umma and baekhyun the next day after his argument with his best friend.
he really misses baekhyun.
the bombarding of fangirls’ presents at exo dorm might be one of the best things that ever happened in chanyeol’s life. thanks to his status as kris’ adorable fiancee (courtesy of the very popular episode of MTV’s ‘a day with...’) he receives cute little things like iphone’s cover, a couple of t-shirts and hats, accessories, endless supply of new and classic games, and one baby blue dildo.
kris exclaims extra loud when chanyeol asks about it, about the thing that is shaped like p-p-penis as they unwrap the colorful presents on their living room. chanyeol flushes so redredred at kris’ brief explanation, he can’t help it! but fortunately, no exo members are around-meaning no lewd teasing from yixing and tao’s mind won’t be tainted. they’re kind enough to pile chanyeol’s and takes them across the hallway to ‘krisyeol’s love nest’.
“madness,” kris mumbles in english, and timidly asks if chanyeol wants to keep it or not.
“n-no!” chanyeol laughs like a hyena. “oh god, no.”
kris nods, mumbling again about throwing it out but not before he destroys it somehow.
that night, chanyeol googles about dildo.
in the end, he can’t sleep at all.
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the next day, chanyeol is distracted at school, thankfully. on first period there’s a sudden english pop quiz, and after that, his class is going to have an individual basketball test. still high from the intense pop quiz, he walks like a robot to his favorite space, as usual, the boy’s restroom on the fifth floor to change to the gym clothes-trying to recall his mistakes about when to use ‘their’ and ‘they’re’ in a sentence.
ugh! it should have been ‘they aaareee my best friends’ not 'their my-
“jongin-ah, make it quick-”
chanyeol’s brain is still in the english composition land he’s not exactly subtle about his surprised squeak.
sehun, lu han-hyung’s younger brother, is bending against the washbasins. the boy with the laziest stance from before, is hovering above him; one hand is inside sehun’s untucked school’s shirt and the other is on sehun’s belt.
the two boys-only sehun, actually-hastily tidying up themselves. the other b-okay. jongin, of course it’s jongin. and sehun. sehun’s lisp. his pleading. jongin’s cocky response.
of course.
“um,” chanyeol kind of wants to laugh at his life (like, dildo, just yesterday, and then this?) but he kind of wants to cry too because it’s...funny.
maybe they can be friends?
“um, annyeong...” but now isn’t a good time, so he steps out of the restroom and closes the door quietly.
only to squeak again at the harsh bang on his back. sehun is looking at him with pleading eyes.
“y-you can’t tell anyone-!” he stutters. “i’m-i’m so sorry!”
chanyeol grins sheepishly, rubbing at the stinging spot.
“no worries! your secret is safe with me,” he says, eyeing jongin who wraps his arms around sehun’s narrow waist, resting his chin on sehun’s left shoulder. their different skin tone is amazing, at one glance they do look like the darker-lighter version of each other due to their similar height.
“um,” chanyeol blinks. he’ll be late and kangin-songsaenim will make him to run extra laps. “i have to go. see you around...i guess?”
it’s jongin who answers, “sure,” lazily, and chanyeol scurries out to the girl’s restroom. no one comes here anyway.
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chanyeol dreams about sehun and jongin, and he wakes up hard at four in the morning, doesn’t get a wink of sleep after.
he’s going to the school’s lab for a physic experiment, absentmindedly sighing now and then as he walks down the stairs; his classmates are way ahead of him in pairs when suddenly, his head is hit by...
a lollipop?
he picks it up, waits for the owner to fetch it, and a moment later sehun has an apology ready but his pretty face pales at the sight of chanyeol.
“hey!” chanyeol grimaces at his own loudness. well, whatever. it’s just too surreal. “yours?” sehun nods, gnawing his bottom lip, looking up, and jongin is above them, leaning against the railing, watching.
“um, you guys are going to the gym class or something?” chanyeol asks, a minute or two of mini conversation won’t hurt his physic grade. that, and kris and exo always arrive late and depart early because of their tight schedules. lu han-hyung still sends him funny texts but currently he’s in japan to assist KARA.
and he’s still neglecting baekhyun.
“going to the computer lab?” chanyeol tries again because sehun doesn’t even look at him.
jongin says, “we’re going to the music room.”
“oooh...music class?” chanyeol smiles slightly; jongin’s voice is the same as what he can remember.
“no, we’re skipping korean history,” jongin glances at the white lab coat on chanyeol’s arm. “physic?”
“yeah,” this is awkward. “um. bye-”
“how about you join us?” jongin is standing next to sehun in a flash, smirking down at chanyeol. “bonding time,” he ignores sehun’s surprised look, “or something.”
maybe this is the right time to make new friends.
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“why aren’t you on TV!” chanyeol claps his hands, bouncing as he sits on the floor. “seriously jongin-ah! you dance much, much, much better than kris!”
jongin smirks, popping his upper body and saluting chanyeol with a simple yet so cool move.
“this is what you guys do when you skip classes?” chanyeol tosses jongin’s black hand towel as jongin and sehun plop down in front of him, catching their breaths.
“my princess likes to do other things too,” jongin gives the hand towel to a flushing sehun to use it first (they were dancing together). chanyeol mimics sehun’s state of embarrassment.
“i watched your MTV reality show,” jongin continues nonchalantly, closing his eyes as sehun gently wipes the sweat off of his face and neck. “you play?” he tilts his head to the direction of the musical instruments.
chanyeol grins; jongin is a chill boy, he can live with that.
“shall we?” jongin raises an eyebrow, smirks, and sehun helps chanyeol to get up.
“what should i do?” chanyeol takes the battered drumsticks. “it’s been too long.”
“hit it.”
they jam like they’ve been doing it forever, together, the three of them; jongin dances effortlessly to chanyeol’s drumbeats, and sehun laughs, losing himself.
“my best friend,” chanyeol wipes at his face using the sleeve of the school’s yellow cardigan after they’ve finished being awesome, “and our circle of friends like to videotaping themselves dancing weird freestyle to western pop songs and uploading it to youtube. we should try it sometimes!”
his two new friends are cackling.
“really?” sehun’s eyes sparkle.
“yeah! baekhyun-”
“the one who took that photo?”
there’s a painful tug inside of chanyeol’s ribs, but he manages to compose his face to appear indifferent.
“yeah, that’s him. baekhyun. my best friend,” chanyeol swallows down a lump, but keeps on smiling, “yeah.”
sehun glares at jongin, who stares back at him calmly, and sehun glances at chanyeol, rabbit quick, before he releases his death grip on jongin’s arm.
jongin fishes out his wallet.
he unfolds a pink paper, “sehun’s got something for you.”
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sehun tells him over and over again that no, his lu han-hyung doesn’t know anything about it, he and jongin don’t want anything from chanyeol, and,
“i just thought it’s only right to give it back to you, chanyeol-ah.”
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it’s the pink note, obviously, that ryeowook-sshi had prepared neatly for chanyeol (and kris) to remember, in order to perfecting their arranged marriage scenario.
sehun found it on his one piece manhwa, volume 21, precisely on page 67-68, because lu han-hyung hadn’t read up to that volume yet, and sehun also picked a random volume after wearing gloves as he was bored waiting for jongin to pick him up to a photoshoot set.
▲▼
chanyeol is so damn tempted to get a knife and kill himself, when he arrives home, where the tears finally flood his nostrils and cheeks; but he doesn’t, because he’s too preoccupied by his uncontrollable tears and this foreign happiness bursting in his heart. he's holding to a blind faith that jongin and sehun are indeed his new friends who have sworn they’ve got their own problems, plural, to mend.
his eyes are puffy even after hours. he googles on how to bring them back to normal, and the cucumbers on his closed eyes are suddenly floating.
“huh?” he sits up, and there, under the colorful fluorescent of moving animals sleeping lamp (from chanyeol’s fans), kris is frowning at him.
“what are you doing?” kris asks, squinting. chanyeol never locks his bedroom, a lifetime habit he brings from gangwon.
“what are you doing?” it’s already late, and kris is still on his sleek stage outfits. “hyung, seriously. what are you doing?”
the answer is coming a little bit too fast, “nothing.”
chanyeol nods-nothing? okay-he covers his face as he yawns. he really needs his sleep asap.
“uhhh aren’t you tired, hyung?” he slaps his face once. he looks up to kris, smiling groggily. “hyung?”
“you were crying,” kris deadpans, invites himself to sit at the edge of chanyeol’s bed and strokes a cold thumb to chanyeol’s left eyelid.
chanyeol closes his eyes, humming contentedly.
“what did they do this time?” kris pushes chanyeol to lie down and chanyeol blinks, sniffing.
kris’ frowning face is thisclose as he answers, “what? i made new friends. lu han-hyung’s younger brother and his boyfriend. they’re so awesome.”
“yeah?” kris is moving on top of him, and chanyeol is on his side, kris is too, and then the tips of their noses are touching.
“yeah,” chanyeol’s vision is dropping.
“promise?”
“i promise.”
chanyeol wakes up before kris, the older man has a heavy arm on his waist and instead of freaking out, chanyeol cheats. he snuggles closer to the warm, bigger body, and makes a barrier with his right knee because he’s not that sly.
kris doesn’t frown when he sleeps. there’s a gap between his lips, and his lips are dry.
in movies and girly manhwas baekhyun sometimes identified himself as the lead boy character, the protagonist dares himself/herself to lean in and kiss his/her love interest.
chanyeol is not stupid.
he feels under his pillows for his iphone. activating the camera, aiming the lens, and covering the speaker, he takes a photo of sleeping kris wufan for a future blackmail or something.
nice shot.
okay maybe one more time from a different angle.
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slowly, chanyeol learns about his new friends. apparently, kim jongin and oh sehun have been the school’s ‘dark knight’ and ‘prince’ (“princess,” jongin corrects him) ever since they’re in elementary, and growing up, despite their distinctive differences, they are still the most popular boys.
and quite untouchable, meaning, it’s been the two of them, and so, being seen with park chanyeol is causing an uproar for the entire school’s population. especially for the ‘jonghun’ (yes, another abbreviation) fans.
“they think we’re having a threesome,” jongin smirks as they enjoy their lunch on the restricted rooftop area. jongin can handle simple locks, by the way, and chanyeol is more than glad to explore; the rooftop gives him a nice view.
“how long have you been dating?” chanyeol struts back to his spot next to sehun, picking up his chopsticks.
a pout from sehun and nothing from jongin.
“guys?” chanyeol obliviously chews on his fried rice.
“well we’re not,” jongin shrugs, and they’ve promised not to say a word about him and kris, right, so chanyeol pretends sehun’s radiating blue vibe goes unnoticed.
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“baby-yah, what do you want for your birthday?” ryeowook-sshi asks chanyeol in a hushed tone as he, for publication’s sake, tags along to high cut photoshoot.
chanyeol grins, tearing his eyes off of exo members posing professionally.
“rainbow cake!” he nods. “i want to taste it!”
ryeowook-sshi approves. “what else?” he checks his blackberry. “oh, lu han asked about it too. he’s in japan right now.”
“yes i know,” chanyeol is suddenly excited, “can i really ask him for a birthday gift?”
“of course!” ryeowook-sshi urges him to ask for the most expensive gift. “like, a car,” he giggles, “or jewelries.”
“i’ll email him later,” chanyeol rubs his palms, contemplating to ask for an original thirty centimetre luffy figurine from japan (it’s rather expensive here in seoul). or maybe...KARA’s autograph for baekhyun? as a peace offering?
that seems promising, but for now, he just wants to live at the moment!
“ryeowook-sshi, let’s take selcas!” and then they do, making weird-aegyo-handsome faces, earning giggles from the high cut female staffs, and one of them tells the photographer hyung to at least shoot kris-goon’s cute fiancee; so she, apparently the writer, can add some side story for exo’s article.
“no, don’t do his makeup, let him look natural,” she taps her chin, scrutinizing chanyeol’s tamed hair and makeup free face. she smiles at chanyeol’s contagious one. “make everything krisyeol candid. readers love candid moments!”
ryeowook-sshi whispers right to chanyeol’s ear after everyone turns back to their tasks, “she understands strategic marketing. ‘krisyeol’ is the hype lately, and by releasing this photoshoot’s behind the scene, with you in it, they will sell more. you’re a good job, chanyeolla.”
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i want you to kiss me.
“i told ryeowook-sshi i want rainbow cake!” chanyeol sips on his hot chocolate, snorting at his wishful self.
kris nods, washing his hands on the kitchen’s sink.
“my appa hoped you’ll like his surprise,” kris then takes a seat next to chanyeol, snatching the mug from chanyeol’s hand and finishes the drink with a satisfied sigh.
chanyeol puffs out his cheeks, “you can always ask nicely!”
kris just smirks and jongin’s face is instantly on chanyeol’s mind. they sure like to smirk a lot, but jongin’s lips are thicker and drier; kris’ are-
“so how’s your piggy bank?” kris leans his head against the chair, exposing his throat and jutting adam’s apple, distracting chanyeol’s intense stare to his lips. “are you rich yet?”
“shut up,” chanyeol flushes, “you know i’m donating the money to wwf.”
kris holds out his thumb.
chanyeol scoffs, announcing that he’s going to sleep.
“good night, hyung,” but he can’t help to smile down at kris.
who stops him with a carefully phrased, “hey, when i-when i slept on your bed. i’m sorry,” and at chanyeol’s excessive blinking, he adds even more quietly, “i didn’t do anything out of your consent, right?”
“well...” in chanyeol’s kris wufan playbook level intermediate, it is encouraged to stay true to what’s in your mind-because chanyeol is aware that kris himself has his very own park chanyeol playbook level advanced.
and chanyeol’s mind; in between a few days ago and now, it doesn’t really have much difference.
“...you were really tired, right, hyung?” his brain, his mind, tells him to take kris’ cold hand and so he does, and kris holds on tight.
“how about today?” kris needs exactly a dozen superfast heartbeats to answer,
“very much so,” with a challenging glint in his eyes.
chanyeol appears nonchalant as he pulls kris to his feet, leading them to his bedroom, mumbling about winter is coming he can’t wait to see seoul covered in snow and kris lying stiff on his back next to him, listening to his ranting about gangwon’s snow that is thick and hurting when it hits your body and that he wonders how will tao throw a snowball with those muscly arms and hyung, how is canada’s sno-
before chanyeol is off completely to slumber island, he swears kris is stroking the hair off of his face, saying, “you’ll see it yourself.”
to be c o n t i n u e d