oppa notice me ✿ for chwihae
Title: oppa notice me
Recipient: chwihae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2222
Summary: Jongdae has A Plan to capture Baekhyun’s heart.
Warning/s: lack of humor
“Kyunghee, seriously, why won’t Baekhyun see the real me?” Jongdae whines as she sips her apple juice.
“I swear on Chanyeol’s 2ne1 albums, if you start singing that song from Mulan again, I’m going to go on the PA and read out the dirty things you want to do with Byun Baekhyun,” Kyunghee says monotonously as she pulls apart the cheese from her pizza. Chanyeol splutters at the mention of his coveted memorabilia while Jongdae goes back to looking at Jongdae dreamily across the room.
Byun Baekhyun, 17, co-leader of the school’s choir and the person of Jongdae’s affections for three years. (Jongdae knows not to objectify the love of her life- Kyunghee agrees with her on that point only before she rolls her eyes at her best friend’s odes to him.) Jongdae fell for the slightly short vocalist when she heard his voice for the first time in her choir lesson. The way he easily belted out the notes, the way he raised his eyebrows at the right time with the right inflection in his tone, the way his long fingers curled around his microphone had Jongdae’s brain short circuit for minutes before she had to go up for her own performance. She didn’t remember too much of it, other than Baekhyun looking at her with such an intense gaze (or maybe it was the notes on the board, she thinks in hindsight).
“Look at the way he eats his rice,” Jongdae pines, her spoon bouncing off her lips. Kyunghee, so tired of Jongdae’s attitude, swipes her spoon away from her and takes a bite out of her apple. Jongdae scoffs and takes the spoon back from her.
“I even have a list of what I’m going to do!” Jongdae says excitedly.
“You have a list.” Chanyeol splutters at Kyunghee’s uninterested tone.
“You make it sound like she’s going to kill him instead of date him,” Chanyeol says to Kyunghee.
“Date, kill, same thing,” Kyunghee replies.
“Okay, so,” Jongdae starts off. “Phase 1: make him notice me. Phase 2: carry a conversation with him. Phase 3: become friends with him. The rest carries on its own.”
Chanyeol and Kyunghee look at each other briefly before bursting into laughter.
“Come on, Kyunghee, please help me catch his heart?” Jongdae pleads with her hands pressed on her friend’s and starts tickling her palm. It’s a battle of wills: Kyunghee’s resistance to tickles and Jongdae’s puppy dog gaze. Moments pass by, but Kyunghee can’t stifle the giggles from her lips and pulls her hand away from Jongdae’s.
“Fine! Fine! I’ll help you! Jesus, you’re so annoying,” Kyunghee says, defeated. Jongdae lets out a whoop and accidentally hits herself with her spoon. “Has anyone told you that before?”
“Yes, but it won’t be the last time I would hear it from you,” Jongdae bats her eyelashes at her friend. Kyunghee sighs and unwraps the rest of her sandwich.
Phase 1: Make him notice me
“Are you sure you didn’t poison these?” Jongdae asks in a quiet voice, wary of the contents in the white heart shaped box she holds in her hands.
“If they were for you, you should have your doubts,” Kyunghee says, leaning against the lockers.
They snuck out of class early for a “female emergency” aka step one in notice me oppa (“I swear, male teachers have no idea how painful period cramps are,” Jongdae huffs, as she hikes up her bag on her shoulder.
“Probably because you’re a bigger pain than cramps,” Kyunghee responds casually.)
“No, Kyunghee, I can’t do it, I can’t do this anymore,” Jongdae decides firmly as they make their way inside the cafeteria. Students slowly trickle in to get the special kimchi jigae (by special, jongdae means detrimental to someone’s digestive system). “I’ll just die alone with two cats by my side instead of the gorgeous Baekhyun-“
“Jongdae, please get a grip on yourself before I dump you and the box of chocolates in the trash where you belong,” Kyunghee says in a sickly sweet voice. She pushes Jongdae into the center where Baekhyun sits with his friends and vanishes.
Jongdae gulps a little but laughs off the threat; Kyunghee would never do that to her-but would she? As she contemplates this serious conflicting thought regarding her friendship, she finds herself in front of Baekhyun’s table. Baekhyun stares at her, eyebrows raised in amusement. His friends stop joking and look at her curiously, as if they don’t receive confessions every other week. Jongdae pretends like she’s not blushing tomato red and hands him the box of chocolates confidently. The words are stuck in her mouth like liquid asphalt drying in the valleys of her teeth. Jongdae doesn’t remember what she says but Kyunghee tells her that she kind of squeaked and raced out of the cafeteria.
Baekhyun eats a chocolate and thinks about the girl with high cheekbones, cat like mouth, and voice of a scared mouth.
Mission 1: (kind of) failed.
Phase 2: Carry a conversation
Jongdae oversleeps and rushes into her advanced calculus class with a custard bread stuffed in her mouth and hair in a messy bun. She doesn’t even think about how her hair looks and how her cardigan is inside out; all that’s on her mind is that she has to go to class and now. She runs through the empty halls and barely skids into her class before the teacher closes the door on her.
She bows sorry to the teacher and slides into her seat with relief before taking out her notebook and pencil. The teacher explains homogenous integrals in the most monotone voice in the world, and jongdae finds herself almost drifting off to sleep if it weren’t for the paper airplane that hit her desk. She turns her head to see who sent it and her eyes fall on the back of prince of her heart’s head. Baekhyun just so happens to look back and does The Eyebrow Thing and she feels warm, ducking her head. She peers above her bangs to make sure no one is looking and opens the flaps of the airplane.
This class is really boring.
P.S: Thanks for the chocolates! ^___^ -bbaek
Jongdae stares incredulously at Baekhyun’s head, unsure how to react. She could flail, pass out on the floor, or ignore the note, but why now? Why her? Why anyone? She scribbles a response:
it really is, what a shame :’(
P.S: no problem! - Jongdae)
She considers drawing a heart or signing off in a cute way, but passes off the idea before folding the airplane back and throwing it as inconspicuously as possible. Throughout the period, they trade notes and stifle their laughter from funny pictures of their teacher to poorly drawn doge memes.
After class, Baekhyun smiles goodbye at Jongdae before leaving for lunch. Jongdae’s heart swells a little (just the size of China, no big deal).
Mission 2: Passed!
Phase 3: be friends with oppa
Oddly enough, becoming friends with Baekhyun was almost natural, Jongdae reevaluates. Within weeks, their friendship shifts forward to something they didn’t think would last. They both like the same music (R&B); the same fruit (pears); the same class (choir); the same lunch (kimchi fried rice and apple juice).
“I didn’t think we had this much in common,” Jongdae says. She and Baekhyun are swinging on the set, racing to see who can reach the top the fastest (Jongdae wins). Baekhyun smiles at her childishness, but still takes her seriously intellectually, like an equal.
“I didn’t think so either,” Baekhyun laughs. “Those chocolates were really good, by the way,” he adds.
“You’re still hung up on those?” Jongdae asks. It’s been a few weeks since she gave him those; she blushes at the memory of introducing herself to him.
“Of course, they were amazing! I haven’t tasted homemade chocolate like that in a while.”
Jongdae’s heart stops a little at his ecstatic response. “You see,” she says¸ toes trailing lines and swirls in the sand. “I didn’t make the chocolates…”
“That’s fine, Jongdae-yah,” he waves off. “Who made them then?”
“Uh, do you know Kyunghee? Do Kyunghee?” Jongdae asks carefully. Baekhyun’s smile falters and Jongdae freezes. Did she say something wrong? Is it a social faux pas to mention another girl in front of your future boyfriend?
“Kyunghee made these,” Baekhyun says hollowly. He gets up from the swing and says goodbye without another word, leaving jongdae on the swings by herself. She’s thoroughly confused as to where in the phase she’s in
Mission 3: ????? (probably failed)
“Chanyeol, is it weird if I think Baekhyun is weird?” Jongdae asks in between bites of rice.
“Weren’t you crazy about him for weeks? What’s up with the change?” Kyunghee asks. Jongdae shushes her and faces Chanyeol.
“What am I, raw liver?” Kyunghee asks indignantly. She slowly chews her sandwich, eyebrows furrowed, waiting in anticipation for a response.
“Your existence is sometimes as offensive as liver,” Jongdae says in a matter of fact tone, pushing her carrots around with the spoon. She doesn’t look at Kyunghee; she knows she’s mad at Jongdae for hanging out with Baekhyun more than her.
“Anyway, Chanyeol. Your opinions?” Jongdae redirects.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m friends with him, and-“ Chanyeol shrugs.
“You’re telling me you’ve been friends for this long, but you didn’t care to tell me?” Jongdae interrupts.
Chanyeol’s ears burn red. She knew it. “You could have dropped a word or three about me, Chanyeol, Jongdae sighs.
“Whatever,” Chanyeol waves off, putting his chopsticks down. “Besides that point, he’s an alright person. I mean, we’re all a little weird ourselves.” Chanyeol nods to himself.
“Some more than others, of course,” Kyunghee says. She chews on her kimchi thoughtfully. “I mean,” she copies Chanyeol’s tone. “you’re the president of the ferret club, and you-“ she points her chopsticks at Jongdae, “are infatuated with some loser who probably hates you.”
Jongdae slams her carton down on her tray. “What is your problem?” she seethes. “Ever since I asked you to help me, you’ve been acting so rude!” The cafeteria goes silent at Jongdae’s yells.
“I’m not the one who’s betraying my friendship for the sake of a person who’s hurt me!” Kyunghee retorts.
Jongdae looks perplexed. “What do you mean Baekhyun hurt you?” she asks quietly. At this point, all eyes are on them. Chanyeol tries to shrink his 6 foot stature into the wall but fails; Baekhyun’s face is unreadable, jaw set. Kyunghee becomes aware of the attention on them, pulls Baekhyun’s arm and runs out of the cafeteria. They run across the school and into a janitor’s closet. Kyunghee locks the door and slumps against it.
“Did you go out with Baekhyun before?” Jongdae asks. Kyunghee’s usual stony attitude now shows cracks and patches of old memories covered with fresh cement. Her arms are tucked in behind her knees, her face buried behind her legs. Kyunghee nods.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jongdae doesn’t ask why she went out with him, or when, or how; Kyunghee feels a little relief.
“Didn’t want to wreck your hopes,” she answers quietly.
“I shouldn’t have come to you for help,” Jongdae replies.
“No, but who else was going to help you?” Jongdae sits next to Kyunghee and sighs. She wraps a comforting arm around her friend’s shoulders.
“You could have said no.”
“Then you would have asked why, and then I would have to come up with some excuse, and I have no intention to carry on the conversation further than it has to,” Kyunghee says.
“I’m sorry,” Jongdae apologizes.
“Me too,” Kyunghee replies. “Go back to lover boy. I’m guessing he’s waiting for you.”
“Are you sure?” Jongdae asks. She doesn’t want Baekhyun to get in the way of their relationship.
Kyunghee nods again. “Just be careful. I don’t need a crying friend on my shoulder.” They both stand up and hug each other, like they do in those friendship movies. They leave the closet and walk back to the cafeteria.
“Jongdae! Kim Jongdae!” Someone yells. She turns around and finds Baekhyun running towards her. He stops in front of her and tries to catch his breath.
“Jongdae,” he breathes out. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back in the park. That wasn’t right of me to judge you.”
“It’s fine, you had your reasons,” Jongdae responds kindly. He smiles at her, and Jongdae’s heart speedometer quickly rises to 200 miles an hour. Baekhyun’s hair is disheveled from running, his tie askew, shirt untucked like always.
“Oh, and Kyunghee,” Baekhyun addresses. Kyunghee has her arms crossed and her façade is back. She’s not the same girl who cried in the janitor’s closet. “I’m sorry. I’ll take care of her well.”
“You better,” Kyunghee says icily. “Or I’ll find a reason to hang your dead body on the flagpole.”
Baekhyun laughs. “Understood. If you don’t mind, I’ll be taking Jongdae now.” He holds out an arm to Jongdae, and she takes it gladly. Kyunghee pats Jongdae on the shoulder and leans in to whisper, “Congratulations on accomplishing your list,” before leaving to gather her things.
Baekhyun and Jongdae look at each other with stars in their eyes and a little more hope than they thought they had.
The rest is history, just like Jongdae planned.
Recipient: chwihae
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2222
Summary: Jongdae has A Plan to capture Baekhyun’s heart.
Warning/s: lack of humor
“Kyunghee, seriously, why won’t Baekhyun see the real me?” Jongdae whines as she sips her apple juice.
“I swear on Chanyeol’s 2ne1 albums, if you start singing that song from Mulan again, I’m going to go on the PA and read out the dirty things you want to do with Byun Baekhyun,” Kyunghee says monotonously as she pulls apart the cheese from her pizza. Chanyeol splutters at the mention of his coveted memorabilia while Jongdae goes back to looking at Jongdae dreamily across the room.
Byun Baekhyun, 17, co-leader of the school’s choir and the person of Jongdae’s affections for three years. (Jongdae knows not to objectify the love of her life- Kyunghee agrees with her on that point only before she rolls her eyes at her best friend’s odes to him.) Jongdae fell for the slightly short vocalist when she heard his voice for the first time in her choir lesson. The way he easily belted out the notes, the way he raised his eyebrows at the right time with the right inflection in his tone, the way his long fingers curled around his microphone had Jongdae’s brain short circuit for minutes before she had to go up for her own performance. She didn’t remember too much of it, other than Baekhyun looking at her with such an intense gaze (or maybe it was the notes on the board, she thinks in hindsight).
“Look at the way he eats his rice,” Jongdae pines, her spoon bouncing off her lips. Kyunghee, so tired of Jongdae’s attitude, swipes her spoon away from her and takes a bite out of her apple. Jongdae scoffs and takes the spoon back from her.
“I even have a list of what I’m going to do!” Jongdae says excitedly.
“You have a list.” Chanyeol splutters at Kyunghee’s uninterested tone.
“You make it sound like she’s going to kill him instead of date him,” Chanyeol says to Kyunghee.
“Date, kill, same thing,” Kyunghee replies.
“Okay, so,” Jongdae starts off. “Phase 1: make him notice me. Phase 2: carry a conversation with him. Phase 3: become friends with him. The rest carries on its own.”
Chanyeol and Kyunghee look at each other briefly before bursting into laughter.
“Come on, Kyunghee, please help me catch his heart?” Jongdae pleads with her hands pressed on her friend’s and starts tickling her palm. It’s a battle of wills: Kyunghee’s resistance to tickles and Jongdae’s puppy dog gaze. Moments pass by, but Kyunghee can’t stifle the giggles from her lips and pulls her hand away from Jongdae’s.
“Fine! Fine! I’ll help you! Jesus, you’re so annoying,” Kyunghee says, defeated. Jongdae lets out a whoop and accidentally hits herself with her spoon. “Has anyone told you that before?”
“Yes, but it won’t be the last time I would hear it from you,” Jongdae bats her eyelashes at her friend. Kyunghee sighs and unwraps the rest of her sandwich.
Phase 1: Make him notice me
“Are you sure you didn’t poison these?” Jongdae asks in a quiet voice, wary of the contents in the white heart shaped box she holds in her hands.
“If they were for you, you should have your doubts,” Kyunghee says, leaning against the lockers.
They snuck out of class early for a “female emergency” aka step one in notice me oppa (“I swear, male teachers have no idea how painful period cramps are,” Jongdae huffs, as she hikes up her bag on her shoulder.
“Probably because you’re a bigger pain than cramps,” Kyunghee responds casually.)
“No, Kyunghee, I can’t do it, I can’t do this anymore,” Jongdae decides firmly as they make their way inside the cafeteria. Students slowly trickle in to get the special kimchi jigae (by special, jongdae means detrimental to someone’s digestive system). “I’ll just die alone with two cats by my side instead of the gorgeous Baekhyun-“
“Jongdae, please get a grip on yourself before I dump you and the box of chocolates in the trash where you belong,” Kyunghee says in a sickly sweet voice. She pushes Jongdae into the center where Baekhyun sits with his friends and vanishes.
Jongdae gulps a little but laughs off the threat; Kyunghee would never do that to her-but would she? As she contemplates this serious conflicting thought regarding her friendship, she finds herself in front of Baekhyun’s table. Baekhyun stares at her, eyebrows raised in amusement. His friends stop joking and look at her curiously, as if they don’t receive confessions every other week. Jongdae pretends like she’s not blushing tomato red and hands him the box of chocolates confidently. The words are stuck in her mouth like liquid asphalt drying in the valleys of her teeth. Jongdae doesn’t remember what she says but Kyunghee tells her that she kind of squeaked and raced out of the cafeteria.
Baekhyun eats a chocolate and thinks about the girl with high cheekbones, cat like mouth, and voice of a scared mouth.
Mission 1: (kind of) failed.
Phase 2: Carry a conversation
Jongdae oversleeps and rushes into her advanced calculus class with a custard bread stuffed in her mouth and hair in a messy bun. She doesn’t even think about how her hair looks and how her cardigan is inside out; all that’s on her mind is that she has to go to class and now. She runs through the empty halls and barely skids into her class before the teacher closes the door on her.
She bows sorry to the teacher and slides into her seat with relief before taking out her notebook and pencil. The teacher explains homogenous integrals in the most monotone voice in the world, and jongdae finds herself almost drifting off to sleep if it weren’t for the paper airplane that hit her desk. She turns her head to see who sent it and her eyes fall on the back of prince of her heart’s head. Baekhyun just so happens to look back and does The Eyebrow Thing and she feels warm, ducking her head. She peers above her bangs to make sure no one is looking and opens the flaps of the airplane.
This class is really boring.
P.S: Thanks for the chocolates! ^___^ -bbaek
Jongdae stares incredulously at Baekhyun’s head, unsure how to react. She could flail, pass out on the floor, or ignore the note, but why now? Why her? Why anyone? She scribbles a response:
it really is, what a shame :’(
P.S: no problem! - Jongdae)
She considers drawing a heart or signing off in a cute way, but passes off the idea before folding the airplane back and throwing it as inconspicuously as possible. Throughout the period, they trade notes and stifle their laughter from funny pictures of their teacher to poorly drawn doge memes.
After class, Baekhyun smiles goodbye at Jongdae before leaving for lunch. Jongdae’s heart swells a little (just the size of China, no big deal).
Mission 2: Passed!
Phase 3: be friends with oppa
Oddly enough, becoming friends with Baekhyun was almost natural, Jongdae reevaluates. Within weeks, their friendship shifts forward to something they didn’t think would last. They both like the same music (R&B); the same fruit (pears); the same class (choir); the same lunch (kimchi fried rice and apple juice).
“I didn’t think we had this much in common,” Jongdae says. She and Baekhyun are swinging on the set, racing to see who can reach the top the fastest (Jongdae wins). Baekhyun smiles at her childishness, but still takes her seriously intellectually, like an equal.
“I didn’t think so either,” Baekhyun laughs. “Those chocolates were really good, by the way,” he adds.
“You’re still hung up on those?” Jongdae asks. It’s been a few weeks since she gave him those; she blushes at the memory of introducing herself to him.
“Of course, they were amazing! I haven’t tasted homemade chocolate like that in a while.”
Jongdae’s heart stops a little at his ecstatic response. “You see,” she says¸ toes trailing lines and swirls in the sand. “I didn’t make the chocolates…”
“That’s fine, Jongdae-yah,” he waves off. “Who made them then?”
“Uh, do you know Kyunghee? Do Kyunghee?” Jongdae asks carefully. Baekhyun’s smile falters and Jongdae freezes. Did she say something wrong? Is it a social faux pas to mention another girl in front of your future boyfriend?
“Kyunghee made these,” Baekhyun says hollowly. He gets up from the swing and says goodbye without another word, leaving jongdae on the swings by herself. She’s thoroughly confused as to where in the phase she’s in
Mission 3: ????? (probably failed)
“Chanyeol, is it weird if I think Baekhyun is weird?” Jongdae asks in between bites of rice.
“Weren’t you crazy about him for weeks? What’s up with the change?” Kyunghee asks. Jongdae shushes her and faces Chanyeol.
“What am I, raw liver?” Kyunghee asks indignantly. She slowly chews her sandwich, eyebrows furrowed, waiting in anticipation for a response.
“Your existence is sometimes as offensive as liver,” Jongdae says in a matter of fact tone, pushing her carrots around with the spoon. She doesn’t look at Kyunghee; she knows she’s mad at Jongdae for hanging out with Baekhyun more than her.
“Anyway, Chanyeol. Your opinions?” Jongdae redirects.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m friends with him, and-“ Chanyeol shrugs.
“You’re telling me you’ve been friends for this long, but you didn’t care to tell me?” Jongdae interrupts.
Chanyeol’s ears burn red. She knew it. “You could have dropped a word or three about me, Chanyeol, Jongdae sighs.
“Whatever,” Chanyeol waves off, putting his chopsticks down. “Besides that point, he’s an alright person. I mean, we’re all a little weird ourselves.” Chanyeol nods to himself.
“Some more than others, of course,” Kyunghee says. She chews on her kimchi thoughtfully. “I mean,” she copies Chanyeol’s tone. “you’re the president of the ferret club, and you-“ she points her chopsticks at Jongdae, “are infatuated with some loser who probably hates you.”
Jongdae slams her carton down on her tray. “What is your problem?” she seethes. “Ever since I asked you to help me, you’ve been acting so rude!” The cafeteria goes silent at Jongdae’s yells.
“I’m not the one who’s betraying my friendship for the sake of a person who’s hurt me!” Kyunghee retorts.
Jongdae looks perplexed. “What do you mean Baekhyun hurt you?” she asks quietly. At this point, all eyes are on them. Chanyeol tries to shrink his 6 foot stature into the wall but fails; Baekhyun’s face is unreadable, jaw set. Kyunghee becomes aware of the attention on them, pulls Baekhyun’s arm and runs out of the cafeteria. They run across the school and into a janitor’s closet. Kyunghee locks the door and slumps against it.
“Did you go out with Baekhyun before?” Jongdae asks. Kyunghee’s usual stony attitude now shows cracks and patches of old memories covered with fresh cement. Her arms are tucked in behind her knees, her face buried behind her legs. Kyunghee nods.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jongdae doesn’t ask why she went out with him, or when, or how; Kyunghee feels a little relief.
“Didn’t want to wreck your hopes,” she answers quietly.
“I shouldn’t have come to you for help,” Jongdae replies.
“No, but who else was going to help you?” Jongdae sits next to Kyunghee and sighs. She wraps a comforting arm around her friend’s shoulders.
“You could have said no.”
“Then you would have asked why, and then I would have to come up with some excuse, and I have no intention to carry on the conversation further than it has to,” Kyunghee says.
“I’m sorry,” Jongdae apologizes.
“Me too,” Kyunghee replies. “Go back to lover boy. I’m guessing he’s waiting for you.”
“Are you sure?” Jongdae asks. She doesn’t want Baekhyun to get in the way of their relationship.
Kyunghee nods again. “Just be careful. I don’t need a crying friend on my shoulder.” They both stand up and hug each other, like they do in those friendship movies. They leave the closet and walk back to the cafeteria.
“Jongdae! Kim Jongdae!” Someone yells. She turns around and finds Baekhyun running towards her. He stops in front of her and tries to catch his breath.
“Jongdae,” he breathes out. “I’m sorry for the way I acted back in the park. That wasn’t right of me to judge you.”
“It’s fine, you had your reasons,” Jongdae responds kindly. He smiles at her, and Jongdae’s heart speedometer quickly rises to 200 miles an hour. Baekhyun’s hair is disheveled from running, his tie askew, shirt untucked like always.
“Oh, and Kyunghee,” Baekhyun addresses. Kyunghee has her arms crossed and her façade is back. She’s not the same girl who cried in the janitor’s closet. “I’m sorry. I’ll take care of her well.”
“You better,” Kyunghee says icily. “Or I’ll find a reason to hang your dead body on the flagpole.”
Baekhyun laughs. “Understood. If you don’t mind, I’ll be taking Jongdae now.” He holds out an arm to Jongdae, and she takes it gladly. Kyunghee pats Jongdae on the shoulder and leans in to whisper, “Congratulations on accomplishing your list,” before leaving to gather her things.
Baekhyun and Jongdae look at each other with stars in their eyes and a little more hope than they thought they had.
The rest is history, just like Jongdae planned.