Incident on The Track
Kris/Chanyeol | G | 1160w
“ Baekhyun, Baekhyun? Amber, do you see Baekhyun?” Do Kyungsoo, that day, unusually seemed panic. He couldn’t find his class representative for running section.
" No, why?"
“ The running section will be started in ten minutes! Aigoo,” He ruffled his own hair, frustated. “ Amber can you replace him?”
“ No, I’ll be having my section in ten minutes too,”
“ Oh,” Disappointment was obvious on his face. “ Okay, thanks, good luck, Amber. Win for our class, okay?” The tomboy girl merely nodded before disappearing among people. The class president asked everyone from his class he found but none was still available. He sat on the empty bench at the hallway, thinking hard. He couldn’t do it himself, he’s the worst runner in his class-
“ Why don’t you call him?” Asked a voice from behind. Kyungsoo turned and felt like an idiot. He facepalmed. He pulled out his phone, making some calls.
“ Oh my, sorry forgot to tell you, Kyungsoo, but I can’t go to school today, major stomachache,” the boy from the other line eventually answered.
Kyungsoo let out a slight groan but he couldn’t complain. Who wanted to be sick? No one. So he just prayed for his former runner representative to be healthy soon.
“ What’s up?” Asked the voice again. A second and the light bulb above Kyungsoo turned on brightly in an instant. A relief smile immediately swept his frown away.
“ My God, Chanyeol!” He jumped from his seat then gave the owner of the voice named Park Chanyeol a bear hug.
“ Wait- what, Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol released himself from his class president. His brows raised as something unwanted crept inside his chest seeing that smile on Kyungsoo’s face. It unusually looked wicked and evil.
“ You make me feel like an idiot! C’mon Chanyeol, help our class, okay?” He put Chanyeol’s hands in his, using his best puppy eyes.
“ But I’m the documentarist, remember? You’re the one who told me,”
Kyungsoo waved his hand fast. “ I’ll be the documentarist! Now go to the field or else our class’ll be eliminated!” He took the camera from the taller boy and pushed him out of the hallway.
Park Chanyeol found himself standing awkwardly like a lost kid on the track five minutes later.
“ Yah, Do Kyungsoo, I can’t run!” He said rather loudly, his hands started to wet. The other contestants snorted.
“ I don’t care, at least our class doesn’t walk out,”
“ Don’t blame me if I don’t win!”
“ Yes, yes, whatever, Chanyeol. You can do it, fighting!” Chanyeol only could flashed an unsure smile.
The first whistle was blown. The contestants lined up neatly on their positions. The second whistle and they got ready for the run. Third whistle, the race began.
Chanyeol tried his best to run as fast as his long legs could bring him. In class, he’s the fourth fastest runner but that’s only because most of his classmates weren’t interested in sports. They chose music, arts or even calligraphy and so did he. The two-hundred-meter-long track seemed endless in his eyes. The cruel sun above made his vision went purple then green then purple again. His legs felt heavy as if there’re bowling balls tied around his ankles. His chest hurt and-
“ Ohh!”
He lost his balance. He stumbled over nothing but his own foot. He fell flat onto the ground loudly. Everything hurt, his hands, his chest, his knees, his pride. He felt like crying, he couldn’t get up and face the world anymore. He blamed Kyungsoo for everything.
“ Are you okay?” He barely shook his head. “ Can you get up?” Another shake. People began to gather around him. The race had to be over.
“ Just leave me,” he whispered to himself. He really couldn’t take the extreme embarrassment. He tried to make a shoo movement with his hand.
“ I’ll take him to infirmary, “ Someone took him by the arm. Chanyeol hid his face, limping out of the crowd with hand slung over the helper’s shoulder. His knees hurt the worst. The helper suddenly stopped and Chanyeol didn’t know how the boy do it, he’s already on his back the next second. He didn’t complain. They went to the said room in silent.
The boy sat him on the bed. Chanyeol dared himself to take a look at his injuries. Unwanted tears came out of his eyes as he saw them looked horrible and felt terribly hurt. He sobbed. Who would care, no one’s there. Right?
No. Apparently the boy hadn’t left and he saw him sobbed like a girly girl. If embarrassment had been able to kill, he would have been dead in no time.
“ Please just leave me alone,” He covered his face with his arm. Where in the world was Kyungsoo when he’s needed the most? The boy didn’t respond. He knelt down before Chanyeol and began to clean the injuries without saying anything. “ Why are you so kind, this is so embarrassing,” the injured boy mumbled.
“ Do you need reason to help people?” The boy finally opened his mouth. Chanyeol put down his hand. A mistake. The boy before him was blinding but he just couldn’t help himself for staring.
He’s cool and charismatic even for a boy like Chanyeol, no wonder he’s so popular despite being new student. He ever seen him twice before. As much as he could remember, Amber ever told him his name was Kris.
“ Is there anything on my face?” The boy asked without even looking.
Chanyeol’s taken a back. His face went even hotter but he’s already wet so why didn’t just go swimming. “ You’re… Kris-sunbae?”
“ Yes,”
“ Thank you, Kris-sunbae,” Chanyeol said with additional weird smile across his face as Kris finished cleaning all his injuries.
“ You’re welcome,” Kris spared him his killer smirk the younger’s sure could made all the girls fainted before busying himself again looking for plasters. Chanyeol swung his legs back and forth. He took this rare chance to eyeing him shamelessly since he’s not looking.
“ You’re a runner contestant too,” He said abruptly noticing the uniform.
“ Yes,”
“ You must be the one who won then, you ran to me in no time,”
Kris turned with the smirk decorating his perfect face again. “ No, that Choi guy won the race,”
Chanyeol’s lips formed an ‘o’. He let Kris placed the plasters.
“ But still, you’re really kind, you know. Thank you very much again sunbae, no wonder girls are head over heels to you,” he giggled. “ If I were a girl, I’m pretty sure I would fall for you too,”
Kris stopped. He lifted his face and their eyes met.
" I don't mind with boys,"
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“ Baekhyun, Baekhyun? Amber, do you see Baekhyun?” Do Kyungsoo, that day, unusually seemed panic. He couldn’t find his class representative for running section.
" No, why?"
“ The running section will be started in ten minutes! Aigoo,” He ruffled his own hair, frustated. “ Amber can you replace him?”
“ No, I’ll be having my section in ten minutes too,”
“ Oh,” Disappointment was obvious on his face. “ Okay, thanks, good luck, Amber. Win for our class, okay?” The tomboy girl merely nodded before disappearing among people. The class president asked everyone from his class he found but none was still available. He sat on the empty bench at the hallway, thinking hard. He couldn’t do it himself, he’s the worst runner in his class-
“ Why don’t you call him?” Asked a voice from behind. Kyungsoo turned and felt like an idiot. He facepalmed. He pulled out his phone, making some calls.
“ Oh my, sorry forgot to tell you, Kyungsoo, but I can’t go to school today, major stomachache,” the boy from the other line eventually answered.
Kyungsoo let out a slight groan but he couldn’t complain. Who wanted to be sick? No one. So he just prayed for his former runner representative to be healthy soon.
“ What’s up?” Asked the voice again. A second and the light bulb above Kyungsoo turned on brightly in an instant. A relief smile immediately swept his frown away.
“ My God, Chanyeol!” He jumped from his seat then gave the owner of the voice named Park Chanyeol a bear hug.
“ Wait- what, Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol released himself from his class president. His brows raised as something unwanted crept inside his chest seeing that smile on Kyungsoo’s face. It unusually looked wicked and evil.
“ You make me feel like an idiot! C’mon Chanyeol, help our class, okay?” He put Chanyeol’s hands in his, using his best puppy eyes.
“ But I’m the documentarist, remember? You’re the one who told me,”
Kyungsoo waved his hand fast. “ I’ll be the documentarist! Now go to the field or else our class’ll be eliminated!” He took the camera from the taller boy and pushed him out of the hallway.
Park Chanyeol found himself standing awkwardly like a lost kid on the track five minutes later.
“ Yah, Do Kyungsoo, I can’t run!” He said rather loudly, his hands started to wet. The other contestants snorted.
“ I don’t care, at least our class doesn’t walk out,”
“ Don’t blame me if I don’t win!”
“ Yes, yes, whatever, Chanyeol. You can do it, fighting!” Chanyeol only could flashed an unsure smile.
The first whistle was blown. The contestants lined up neatly on their positions. The second whistle and they got ready for the run. Third whistle, the race began.
Chanyeol tried his best to run as fast as his long legs could bring him. In class, he’s the fourth fastest runner but that’s only because most of his classmates weren’t interested in sports. They chose music, arts or even calligraphy and so did he. The two-hundred-meter-long track seemed endless in his eyes. The cruel sun above made his vision went purple then green then purple again. His legs felt heavy as if there’re bowling balls tied around his ankles. His chest hurt and-
“ Ohh!”
He lost his balance. He stumbled over nothing but his own foot. He fell flat onto the ground loudly. Everything hurt, his hands, his chest, his knees, his pride. He felt like crying, he couldn’t get up and face the world anymore. He blamed Kyungsoo for everything.
“ Are you okay?” He barely shook his head. “ Can you get up?” Another shake. People began to gather around him. The race had to be over.
“ Just leave me,” he whispered to himself. He really couldn’t take the extreme embarrassment. He tried to make a shoo movement with his hand.
“ I’ll take him to infirmary, “ Someone took him by the arm. Chanyeol hid his face, limping out of the crowd with hand slung over the helper’s shoulder. His knees hurt the worst. The helper suddenly stopped and Chanyeol didn’t know how the boy do it, he’s already on his back the next second. He didn’t complain. They went to the said room in silent.
The boy sat him on the bed. Chanyeol dared himself to take a look at his injuries. Unwanted tears came out of his eyes as he saw them looked horrible and felt terribly hurt. He sobbed. Who would care, no one’s there. Right?
No. Apparently the boy hadn’t left and he saw him sobbed like a girly girl. If embarrassment had been able to kill, he would have been dead in no time.
“ Please just leave me alone,” He covered his face with his arm. Where in the world was Kyungsoo when he’s needed the most? The boy didn’t respond. He knelt down before Chanyeol and began to clean the injuries without saying anything. “ Why are you so kind, this is so embarrassing,” the injured boy mumbled.
“ Do you need reason to help people?” The boy finally opened his mouth. Chanyeol put down his hand. A mistake. The boy before him was blinding but he just couldn’t help himself for staring.
He’s cool and charismatic even for a boy like Chanyeol, no wonder he’s so popular despite being new student. He ever seen him twice before. As much as he could remember, Amber ever told him his name was Kris.
“ Is there anything on my face?” The boy asked without even looking.
Chanyeol’s taken a back. His face went even hotter but he’s already wet so why didn’t just go swimming. “ You’re… Kris-sunbae?”
“ Yes,”
“ Thank you, Kris-sunbae,” Chanyeol said with additional weird smile across his face as Kris finished cleaning all his injuries.
“ You’re welcome,” Kris spared him his killer smirk the younger’s sure could made all the girls fainted before busying himself again looking for plasters. Chanyeol swung his legs back and forth. He took this rare chance to eyeing him shamelessly since he’s not looking.
“ You’re a runner contestant too,” He said abruptly noticing the uniform.
“ Yes,”
“ You must be the one who won then, you ran to me in no time,”
Kris turned with the smirk decorating his perfect face again. “ No, that Choi guy won the race,”
Chanyeol’s lips formed an ‘o’. He let Kris placed the plasters.
“ But still, you’re really kind, you know. Thank you very much again sunbae, no wonder girls are head over heels to you,” he giggled. “ If I were a girl, I’m pretty sure I would fall for you too,”
Kris stopped. He lifted his face and their eyes met.
" I don't mind with boys,"
mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">The sunbae just didn’t have any idea how his response could make the hoobae questioned his own sexuality for long.