who said you could be so cute [for rivenlux]
For: rivenlux
Rating: nc17 (kind of)
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: in which byun baekhyun tries. miserably.
Author's Note: firstly, to my dear recipient, I hope you like this!! your prompts were all so interesting I wanted to write them all ((I was scared of screwing any of them up tbh)) ;n; I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted or if it seems rushed I hope I do your prompt some sort of justice~ also tysm to bbt for helping me out and to the mods for running this exchange!! ;u;
the meeting
“My sister has a very heavy flow.”
The first words Baekhyun ever speaks to the new cashier at his down-the-street 7/11, and they’re about his sister’s period. On a scale of how to get a guy’s attention, Baekhyun’s smoothness is ranked lower than sneezing on them (deduct five points) and faceplanting into the ground before their very feet (sitting at a low minus ten).
It’s just his luck when Baekhyun ends up doing both, his allergies acting up because of the cat fur that’s in his very near vicinity (all thanks to the lady standing behind him in queue and her dumbass cat purring in the shopping basket like it isn’t giving Baekhyun snot diarrhoea), and tripping on his untied shoelace just as he’s reaching to grab his bags.
“Are you okay?” Baekhyun looks up, face hotter than all the fires of Hell, into Cute Cashier Guy’s eyes, a sort of melted-chocolate colour that reminds Baekhyun of hot cocoa and syrup drizzled on Starbucks Frappuccinos.
He mutters out some sort of incomprehensible reply before turning a very shocking shade of red extremely quickly and throwing some wadded up bills at Cute Cashier Guy as he scrambles up to grab his shopping (the unfortunate feminine items for his sister included) and darting out the exit into the night.
It’s a good thing she only comes around to visit every other month.
When Baekhyun retells the story to Chanyeol, he decides to leave out the part where he runs smack into the glass door because going out through the entrance wasn’t exactly the smartest idea (Baekhyun plans on writing a very strongly-worded letter to the door installation people about putting in sensors on both sides of their doors). It’s already after relaying the part where his nose decided to erupt its contents all over Cute Cashier Guy, possibly even including brain tissue, that Chanyeol’s doubled in laughter, nearly at the ROFL stage, and three embarrassments in one story is already more than enough for Baekhyun’s self-esteem to take.
(“Why were you buying tampons for your sister?”
“…”
“Baekhyun.”
“She threatened to steal my Gameboy DS and finish Pokémon Ruby for me if I didn’t, okay?”
“… You still haven’t finished Ruby?”
“Just drink your damn lemonade.”)
the (unintentional) scope-out
“Stop staring!” Baekhyun hisses, elbowing Jongdae in the ribs when he, of course, doesn’t listen.
“But his ass-“
“Thank you, Jongdae, I hadn’t noticed,” Baekhyun dryly says, shaking his head as he reaches up to forcibly turn Chanyeol’s gaze away from Cute Cashier Guy’s rear end. He’s been assigned on shelf duty, which is the perfect opportunity for the trio to appreciatively stare at his lean figure when he stretches up to stack cans on the top shelves. They’re watching from down the aisle, definitely not the best look-out spot at all.
“Do you think it’s all natural? Maybe he takes some ass supplements or something.”
“Those don’t exist Chanyeol.”
“Are you sure?” What about some booty enhancements I mean look at it Jongdae, it could be its own planet.”
Baekhyun wonders, over the sound of Jongdae’s laughing, just how much of an asshole he must have been in his past life to end up being friends with these two idiots.
“Oh my God guys shut up,” Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair, “We’re only here because Jongdae, even though there is a perfectly good shop around the corner from his house,” Baekhyun throws him a look, “said he needed to pick up some medicine, so can we please go get it and leave?”
“Oh, right,” Jongdae says, a grin already on his face, “I lied so we could check out your crush.”
Baekhyun’s thinking of sacking the both of them when the corners of Chanyeol’s mouth curl up in the exact same shit-eating grin as the two of them high-five. He’s too busy planning their deaths to notice Cute Cashier Guy coming towards them, and it’s only at the last possible second does he see that flash of brown hair from behind Jongdae and he shushes them with the least amount of tact, hands waving in extreme motions as he tries to signal for them to kindly Shut The Fuck Up.
“Do you guys need any help?” Cute Cashier Guy asks, chocolate eyes blinking cutely as he looks around at the three of them. Chanyeol just gapes at him, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish before hastily grabbing some random item off the shelf behind them and nearly shoving it in his face.
“Um, no! We’re good! Got what we wanted!” Chanyeol smiles brightly, before realizing he’s got a packet of extra-strength laxatives in his hand and that’s when Jongdae bursts out into laughter, trying to muffle it as best as he can as he turns away to snicker Really Loudly into the children’s gummy vitamins. Subtlety is definitely not Jongdae’s strong point.
“No, we’re fine here, thanks,” Baekhyun interrupts with a voice crack that only makes Jongdae laugh even harder, and Cute Cashier Guy turns away with a slightly worried and confused expression-God, he looks good when his nose scrunches up all cute like that and wait, focus Baekhyun-as he faces him, a slight smile on his lips.
“Okay, I’ll just be over there if you need my help,” he sticks a thumb over his shoulder and Baekhyun does his best to nod in agreement while aiming a kick at Jongdae’s shins when he leaves.
“You little fuckers are dead,” Baekhyun hisses, emphasizing his point with an index finger running across his neck in a line as he scowls.
“You know I don’t do well under pressure!” Chanyeol tries to defend himself, and Baekhyun flicks him on the forehead before storming off to the exit (he definitely doesn’t steal one last glance at Cute Cashier Guy on the way out).
Jongdae and Chanyeol look at each other, the latter still rubbing at his head with a pout.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae halts in his tracks, eyes continuously flitting between his friend’s face and his hand, “put the damn constipation pills back.”
attempt #1
Baekhyun swings by the store on the way home, immediately walking towards the milk section as he scrolls through the list of needed items Chanyeol had texted him right after his last class of the day. He’s really just hoping Cute Cashier Guy is here because now that he’s alone, he could probably talk to him without any hindrances (Jongdae and Chanyeol being notably Number One on that list).
Generally, Baekhyun can confidently say he’s very smooth. Their first meeting was nothing but a one-time thing; Baekhyun’s surprise at how cute Cute Cashier Guy was manifesting in multiple humiliating, sequential, episodes.
He quickly walks by the health and beauty aisle, consisting of a four measly shelves, to double check his hair in the mirror, poofing the front up as he tries to style the strands as best he can. It’s a sad effort when the gel he applied that morning, despite the label on the front of the jar reading All Day Super-Lasting!! doesn’t keep up and he finds the hair flicking in his eyes as he tries to push it back so he can actually see.
He makes do with the whatever gel has remained in his hair, forming a sort of cowlick that Baekhyun hopes looks endearing and not like a bird’s nest with how messy the weather outside has made his hair. He takes a deep breath, giving himself a last minute pep talk to steel up his nerves as he makes his way towards Cute Cashier Guy sitting on his Cute Butt at his register. His eyes are kind of droopy for four in the afternoon, but Baekhyun thinks it makes him look even more adorable, what with his front bangs ending in a perfect straight line right below his eyebrows.
Baekhyun’s grip tightens around his yoghurt drink, and he gingerly places it on the conveyor belt, adding a pack of gum from the tiny shelves they put up last minute. He greets him with a wide smile, tissues already prepared and stuffed in his pocket in case, and laces tied securely to ensure no repeat of the word-vomit-sneeze-faceplant incident.
“How are you today?” Cute Cashier Guy asks sleepily, his pink lips pulled into a small smile as he scans his items.
“I’m really super dandy, thanks,” Baekhyun replies, cheeks heating up considerably as he mentally facepalms at the fact that he just said ”really super dandy” to his cru-recent focus of his daydreams in class.
He sort of tries to awkwardly laugh it off as he hands him the money, and maybe Cute Cashier Guy is just too tired at the moment to fully laugh with him, so Baekhyun just ends up chuckling for a reason Cute Cashier Guy doesn’t understand, which makes him look about ten times worse than if he just stayed silent.
Cute Cashier Guy probably thinks Baekhyun’s some type of mental at this point.
He doesn’t think there’s anything that can save him from this humiliation at the moment, so in the end, as is typical with Classy As Fuck Byun Baekhyun, he grabs his shit and hightails it out of there, leaving behind his change and another chance to get his number.
Maybe talking to Cute Cashier Guy one-on-one a day after The Laxative Case wasn’t a great plan either.
the recovery
Chanyeol turns his Wii remote, concentrating more on navigating King Boo through Rainbow Road and less on Baekhyun’s whining.
“What am I going to do?” Baekhyun laments, flopping on the couch as he talks into the pillow.
Chanyeol shrugs, an action Baekhyun misses, and the elder snaps his head up, throwing his comforting head rest at his flatmate to get his attention.
“Chanyeol, as my friend and a supposed awesome wingman, you are not doing a very good job living up to those expectations.”
Chanyeol huffs, pausing his race as he spins on the carpet to face Baekhyun, “Who told you I was an awesome wingman?”
“Jongdae. He said he’s seen your technique in action. Not that it fazes me, being your oldest and best friend who has never had the privilege of being… wung? by your wingmanness?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I’ve got to say, it hurts,” Baekhyun emphasizes, placing a hand over his heart as he falls back faking wounded, “I’m physically and seriously hurt that you would never use these so-called Amazing Skills to help your best friend get the dick of his dreams because I assure you, I have seen the front of Cute Cashier Guy’s pants and there is no way that he is, in any way, small. In any way at all, Park Chanyeol, seriously I think this might be my higher purpose; to get the dick of Cute Cashier Guy because I am thirsti-“
“Holy fuck, Baekhyun, okayokayokay! Just stop yapping like a Chihuahua for a second,” Chanyeol exasperatedly runs a hand over his face, and Baekhyun grins in triumph.
“What am I supposed to do then?” He asks excitedly, body bouncing on the couch.
“I don’t know, maybe walk up to him with a proper topic or goal in mind rather than just saying the first stupid thing that comes to mind.”
“A goal? Like what?” Baekhyun pouts, and Chanyeol knows he’s not even paying attention; most likely imagining nuzzling his face into Cute Cashier Guy’s crotch or something.
“Getting his number maybe?”
attempt #2
Baekhyun thinks leaving a day in between his last visit to the convenience store is long enough of a wait. Which is apparently enough time for him to spurt some newfound confidence as he flounces into the shop, what chest he has puffed out as he makes a beeline for Cute Cashier Guy and oh-
Oh God. He’s become hot.
Twenty four hours is also decidedly enough time for Cute Cashier Guy to get a new haircut which makes him look, well, fifty degrees above Cute.
Like somewhere at the Holy Hecking Hot level on the scale. His front bangs are gone, and there’s some blond tinge to the ends of his styled-up hair as it fades into his natural darker colour on the shaved-shaved-sides of his head.
Baekhyun thinks asking for his number might need to be postponed to another day when his dick isn’t trying to make a very known appearance and he immediately backs out of there with a hand over his crotch and the image of Cute Cashier Guy being Fiery Hot burned in his mind.
the promotion
“Cute Cashier Guy is now Hot Cashier Guy.”
Baekhyun announces it to Jongdae and Chanyeol as he slumps into one of the free chairs at the table, and Jongdae pauses his first bite of his sandwich to ask the question both him and Chanyeol are thinking, “Um, what?”
“Cute Cashier Guy got a haircut, which means I’m Deeper Than Fucked, and am very well prepared to spend the rest of my life grovelling over how much hotness he exudes on a daily basis,” Baekhyun replies quite calmly.
“Wow, you’re kind of taking this better than expec-“
“He got rid of his fucking bangs! His bangs! Now there’s just hair sticking up and it’s all so hot and short and I want to run my fingers through those damn strands and maybe tug on them as he sucks me off,” Baekhyun trails off at the end (thankfully) as Jongdae and Chanyeol furrow their eyebrows at him and his sudden state of annoyance.
Jongdae looks at Chanyeol before shrugging and chowing down into his lunch, as if to say, “you deal with it.”
Chanyeol selectively stays quiet, snacking on his grapes as Baekhyun accents their lunch with various groans and grunts of “he’s so fucking hot,” and “fuckityfuckfuck,” every once in a while. He isn’t planning on doing much about it, because Baekhyun’s crossed into a state of Life Sucks and he can only deal with that once a month. It’s only when he gets nudged in the side by Jongdae’s elbow does he roll his eyes and say whatever he can think of in this situation.
“So you didn’t get his number?”
(Chanyeol doesn’t know what’s worse: the whack on the head from Jongdae or being on the receiving end of Baekhyun’s ice glare.)
attempt #3
“I am going to do it,” Baekhyun says to himself, hands clenched into fists at his side as he readies himself with his unpaid chocolate bar in hand and the will to Get Hot Cashier Guy’s Number thrumming in his chest and mind. He steps towards the cashier, too focused on getting the right words out to pay much attention to anything else, and it’s only when he looks up, about to blurt out, “Hey I like you and think you’re really cute, you should give me your number,” does he realize that the twenty-something woman in front of him is Definitely Not Hot Cashier Guy and he blushes, paying for his chocolate bar dejectedly.
He gives the candy to Chanyeol when he gets home and shuts himself in his room in effort to think of anything but how warm Hot Cashier Guy’s eyes are.
(And his dick. He tries not to think about that either.)
the twist
Baekhyun doesn’t actually understand the sequence of events that has led him to where he is now. In the backroom of the convenience store he used to go to every other week (a visit that had increased to several times a week most recently, which is something the kid in between his legs definitely noticed), with his pants around his ankles. And a mouth attached to his dick. And the mouth is of the aforementioned kid. And the kid is Hot Cashier Guy.
Whose real name is actually Oh Sehun, a sophomore at the nearby university somewhat neighbouring BaekhyunChanyeolandJongdae’s one. Who works part-time at the 7/11. “Part-time” being his technically scheduled hours for late night shifts, and who only began trading shifts and working at the afternoon-evening hours because of a certain small brunet with the severest case of nerves who began to come in every other day right after university classes. Practically.
Sehun tells Baekhyun all of this when he was biting marks into his skin, palming at the front of his crotch just a few minutes ago.
It was somewhere in between Baekhyun stumbling over his words and Sehun’s chuckle that he was being pulled into the backroom, Sehun leaning down to crash their lips together as Baekhyun stood frozen momentarily, before taking it all in stride and going for it once he realized that yes, it was Hot Cashier Guy who was sucking on his bottom lip.
“You’re really not articulate at all,” Sehun had said when he pulled away for breath, pressing another kiss on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth as he worked his way down to his jawline, “I was waiting for you to ask me out every single time you came into the store.”
Baekhyun let out a whine mixed in with a squeak of surprise, and Sehun had laughed again before fumbling at the front of his crotch to get his zipper down and semi out.
And now he’s got the quote, unquote, “Dick of His Dreams” with a hand down his own pants as he sucks Baekhyun off, his tongue swirling around the tip as he licks at his slit.
“Shit, your mouth feels good,” Baekhyun gasps, and he can feel Sehun smile around his dick before he licks a stripe from the base of his shaft up to the head.
“I could show you other things my mouth is good for,” Sehun smirks, and Baekhyun throws his head back when Sehun rubs his thumb over the tip, “but we can save that for another time.”
In the end, Sehun ends up getting the both of them off with a hand wrapped around their cocks, stroking them to completion as the friction builds. Baekhyun is all too loud, but Sehun quickly figures out how to silence him with his tongue in his mouth as they suck and bite at each other until their lips are all red and swollen.
It’s easy enough to clean up when Sehun grabs some paper towels off the shelves to wipe up whatever he doesn’t lick up, and it’s not long after when they tuck themselves back in their pants, Sehun smoothing down any creases in his uniform.
It’s now or never really, Baekhyun thinks when the fact that Hot Cashier Guy just gave him a blow-and-handjob registers in his mind, and the words spill out effortlessly.
“So, can I have your number?”
Rating: nc17 (kind of)
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: in which byun baekhyun tries. miserably.
Author's Note: firstly, to my dear recipient, I hope you like this!! your prompts were all so interesting I wanted to write them all ((I was scared of screwing any of them up tbh)) ;n; I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted or if it seems rushed I hope I do your prompt some sort of justice~ also tysm to bbt for helping me out and to the mods for running this exchange!! ;u;
the meeting
“My sister has a very heavy flow.”
The first words Baekhyun ever speaks to the new cashier at his down-the-street 7/11, and they’re about his sister’s period. On a scale of how to get a guy’s attention, Baekhyun’s smoothness is ranked lower than sneezing on them (deduct five points) and faceplanting into the ground before their very feet (sitting at a low minus ten).
It’s just his luck when Baekhyun ends up doing both, his allergies acting up because of the cat fur that’s in his very near vicinity (all thanks to the lady standing behind him in queue and her dumbass cat purring in the shopping basket like it isn’t giving Baekhyun snot diarrhoea), and tripping on his untied shoelace just as he’s reaching to grab his bags.
“Are you okay?” Baekhyun looks up, face hotter than all the fires of Hell, into Cute Cashier Guy’s eyes, a sort of melted-chocolate colour that reminds Baekhyun of hot cocoa and syrup drizzled on Starbucks Frappuccinos.
He mutters out some sort of incomprehensible reply before turning a very shocking shade of red extremely quickly and throwing some wadded up bills at Cute Cashier Guy as he scrambles up to grab his shopping (the unfortunate feminine items for his sister included) and darting out the exit into the night.
It’s a good thing she only comes around to visit every other month.
When Baekhyun retells the story to Chanyeol, he decides to leave out the part where he runs smack into the glass door because going out through the entrance wasn’t exactly the smartest idea (Baekhyun plans on writing a very strongly-worded letter to the door installation people about putting in sensors on both sides of their doors). It’s already after relaying the part where his nose decided to erupt its contents all over Cute Cashier Guy, possibly even including brain tissue, that Chanyeol’s doubled in laughter, nearly at the ROFL stage, and three embarrassments in one story is already more than enough for Baekhyun’s self-esteem to take.
(“Why were you buying tampons for your sister?”
“…”
“Baekhyun.”
“She threatened to steal my Gameboy DS and finish Pokémon Ruby for me if I didn’t, okay?”
“… You still haven’t finished Ruby?”
“Just drink your damn lemonade.”)
the (unintentional) scope-out
“Stop staring!” Baekhyun hisses, elbowing Jongdae in the ribs when he, of course, doesn’t listen.
“But his ass-“
“Thank you, Jongdae, I hadn’t noticed,” Baekhyun dryly says, shaking his head as he reaches up to forcibly turn Chanyeol’s gaze away from Cute Cashier Guy’s rear end. He’s been assigned on shelf duty, which is the perfect opportunity for the trio to appreciatively stare at his lean figure when he stretches up to stack cans on the top shelves. They’re watching from down the aisle, definitely not the best look-out spot at all.
“Do you think it’s all natural? Maybe he takes some ass supplements or something.”
“Those don’t exist Chanyeol.”
“Are you sure?” What about some booty enhancements I mean look at it Jongdae, it could be its own planet.”
Baekhyun wonders, over the sound of Jongdae’s laughing, just how much of an asshole he must have been in his past life to end up being friends with these two idiots.
“Oh my God guys shut up,” Baekhyun runs a hand through his hair, “We’re only here because Jongdae, even though there is a perfectly good shop around the corner from his house,” Baekhyun throws him a look, “said he needed to pick up some medicine, so can we please go get it and leave?”
“Oh, right,” Jongdae says, a grin already on his face, “I lied so we could check out your crush.”
Baekhyun’s thinking of sacking the both of them when the corners of Chanyeol’s mouth curl up in the exact same shit-eating grin as the two of them high-five. He’s too busy planning their deaths to notice Cute Cashier Guy coming towards them, and it’s only at the last possible second does he see that flash of brown hair from behind Jongdae and he shushes them with the least amount of tact, hands waving in extreme motions as he tries to signal for them to kindly Shut The Fuck Up.
“Do you guys need any help?” Cute Cashier Guy asks, chocolate eyes blinking cutely as he looks around at the three of them. Chanyeol just gapes at him, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish before hastily grabbing some random item off the shelf behind them and nearly shoving it in his face.
“Um, no! We’re good! Got what we wanted!” Chanyeol smiles brightly, before realizing he’s got a packet of extra-strength laxatives in his hand and that’s when Jongdae bursts out into laughter, trying to muffle it as best as he can as he turns away to snicker Really Loudly into the children’s gummy vitamins. Subtlety is definitely not Jongdae’s strong point.
“No, we’re fine here, thanks,” Baekhyun interrupts with a voice crack that only makes Jongdae laugh even harder, and Cute Cashier Guy turns away with a slightly worried and confused expression-God, he looks good when his nose scrunches up all cute like that and wait, focus Baekhyun-as he faces him, a slight smile on his lips.
“Okay, I’ll just be over there if you need my help,” he sticks a thumb over his shoulder and Baekhyun does his best to nod in agreement while aiming a kick at Jongdae’s shins when he leaves.
“You little fuckers are dead,” Baekhyun hisses, emphasizing his point with an index finger running across his neck in a line as he scowls.
“You know I don’t do well under pressure!” Chanyeol tries to defend himself, and Baekhyun flicks him on the forehead before storming off to the exit (he definitely doesn’t steal one last glance at Cute Cashier Guy on the way out).
Jongdae and Chanyeol look at each other, the latter still rubbing at his head with a pout.
“Chanyeol,” Jongdae halts in his tracks, eyes continuously flitting between his friend’s face and his hand, “put the damn constipation pills back.”
attempt #1
Baekhyun swings by the store on the way home, immediately walking towards the milk section as he scrolls through the list of needed items Chanyeol had texted him right after his last class of the day. He’s really just hoping Cute Cashier Guy is here because now that he’s alone, he could probably talk to him without any hindrances (Jongdae and Chanyeol being notably Number One on that list).
Generally, Baekhyun can confidently say he’s very smooth. Their first meeting was nothing but a one-time thing; Baekhyun’s surprise at how cute Cute Cashier Guy was manifesting in multiple humiliating, sequential, episodes.
He quickly walks by the health and beauty aisle, consisting of a four measly shelves, to double check his hair in the mirror, poofing the front up as he tries to style the strands as best he can. It’s a sad effort when the gel he applied that morning, despite the label on the front of the jar reading All Day Super-Lasting!! doesn’t keep up and he finds the hair flicking in his eyes as he tries to push it back so he can actually see.
He makes do with the whatever gel has remained in his hair, forming a sort of cowlick that Baekhyun hopes looks endearing and not like a bird’s nest with how messy the weather outside has made his hair. He takes a deep breath, giving himself a last minute pep talk to steel up his nerves as he makes his way towards Cute Cashier Guy sitting on his Cute Butt at his register. His eyes are kind of droopy for four in the afternoon, but Baekhyun thinks it makes him look even more adorable, what with his front bangs ending in a perfect straight line right below his eyebrows.
Baekhyun’s grip tightens around his yoghurt drink, and he gingerly places it on the conveyor belt, adding a pack of gum from the tiny shelves they put up last minute. He greets him with a wide smile, tissues already prepared and stuffed in his pocket in case, and laces tied securely to ensure no repeat of the word-vomit-sneeze-faceplant incident.
“How are you today?” Cute Cashier Guy asks sleepily, his pink lips pulled into a small smile as he scans his items.
“I’m really super dandy, thanks,” Baekhyun replies, cheeks heating up considerably as he mentally facepalms at the fact that he just said ”really super dandy” to his cru-recent focus of his daydreams in class.
He sort of tries to awkwardly laugh it off as he hands him the money, and maybe Cute Cashier Guy is just too tired at the moment to fully laugh with him, so Baekhyun just ends up chuckling for a reason Cute Cashier Guy doesn’t understand, which makes him look about ten times worse than if he just stayed silent.
Cute Cashier Guy probably thinks Baekhyun’s some type of mental at this point.
He doesn’t think there’s anything that can save him from this humiliation at the moment, so in the end, as is typical with Classy As Fuck Byun Baekhyun, he grabs his shit and hightails it out of there, leaving behind his change and another chance to get his number.
Maybe talking to Cute Cashier Guy one-on-one a day after The Laxative Case wasn’t a great plan either.
the recovery
Chanyeol turns his Wii remote, concentrating more on navigating King Boo through Rainbow Road and less on Baekhyun’s whining.
“What am I going to do?” Baekhyun laments, flopping on the couch as he talks into the pillow.
Chanyeol shrugs, an action Baekhyun misses, and the elder snaps his head up, throwing his comforting head rest at his flatmate to get his attention.
“Chanyeol, as my friend and a supposed awesome wingman, you are not doing a very good job living up to those expectations.”
Chanyeol huffs, pausing his race as he spins on the carpet to face Baekhyun, “Who told you I was an awesome wingman?”
“Jongdae. He said he’s seen your technique in action. Not that it fazes me, being your oldest and best friend who has never had the privilege of being… wung? by your wingmanness?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I’ve got to say, it hurts,” Baekhyun emphasizes, placing a hand over his heart as he falls back faking wounded, “I’m physically and seriously hurt that you would never use these so-called Amazing Skills to help your best friend get the dick of his dreams because I assure you, I have seen the front of Cute Cashier Guy’s pants and there is no way that he is, in any way, small. In any way at all, Park Chanyeol, seriously I think this might be my higher purpose; to get the dick of Cute Cashier Guy because I am thirsti-“
“Holy fuck, Baekhyun, okayokayokay! Just stop yapping like a Chihuahua for a second,” Chanyeol exasperatedly runs a hand over his face, and Baekhyun grins in triumph.
“What am I supposed to do then?” He asks excitedly, body bouncing on the couch.
“I don’t know, maybe walk up to him with a proper topic or goal in mind rather than just saying the first stupid thing that comes to mind.”
“A goal? Like what?” Baekhyun pouts, and Chanyeol knows he’s not even paying attention; most likely imagining nuzzling his face into Cute Cashier Guy’s crotch or something.
“Getting his number maybe?”
attempt #2
Baekhyun thinks leaving a day in between his last visit to the convenience store is long enough of a wait. Which is apparently enough time for him to spurt some newfound confidence as he flounces into the shop, what chest he has puffed out as he makes a beeline for Cute Cashier Guy and oh-
Oh God. He’s become hot.
Twenty four hours is also decidedly enough time for Cute Cashier Guy to get a new haircut which makes him look, well, fifty degrees above Cute.
Like somewhere at the Holy Hecking Hot level on the scale. His front bangs are gone, and there’s some blond tinge to the ends of his styled-up hair as it fades into his natural darker colour on the shaved-shaved-sides of his head.
Baekhyun thinks asking for his number might need to be postponed to another day when his dick isn’t trying to make a very known appearance and he immediately backs out of there with a hand over his crotch and the image of Cute Cashier Guy being Fiery Hot burned in his mind.
the promotion
“Cute Cashier Guy is now Hot Cashier Guy.”
Baekhyun announces it to Jongdae and Chanyeol as he slumps into one of the free chairs at the table, and Jongdae pauses his first bite of his sandwich to ask the question both him and Chanyeol are thinking, “Um, what?”
“Cute Cashier Guy got a haircut, which means I’m Deeper Than Fucked, and am very well prepared to spend the rest of my life grovelling over how much hotness he exudes on a daily basis,” Baekhyun replies quite calmly.
“Wow, you’re kind of taking this better than expec-“
“He got rid of his fucking bangs! His bangs! Now there’s just hair sticking up and it’s all so hot and short and I want to run my fingers through those damn strands and maybe tug on them as he sucks me off,” Baekhyun trails off at the end (thankfully) as Jongdae and Chanyeol furrow their eyebrows at him and his sudden state of annoyance.
Jongdae looks at Chanyeol before shrugging and chowing down into his lunch, as if to say, “you deal with it.”
Chanyeol selectively stays quiet, snacking on his grapes as Baekhyun accents their lunch with various groans and grunts of “he’s so fucking hot,” and “fuckityfuckfuck,” every once in a while. He isn’t planning on doing much about it, because Baekhyun’s crossed into a state of Life Sucks and he can only deal with that once a month. It’s only when he gets nudged in the side by Jongdae’s elbow does he roll his eyes and say whatever he can think of in this situation.
“So you didn’t get his number?”
(Chanyeol doesn’t know what’s worse: the whack on the head from Jongdae or being on the receiving end of Baekhyun’s ice glare.)
attempt #3
“I am going to do it,” Baekhyun says to himself, hands clenched into fists at his side as he readies himself with his unpaid chocolate bar in hand and the will to Get Hot Cashier Guy’s Number thrumming in his chest and mind. He steps towards the cashier, too focused on getting the right words out to pay much attention to anything else, and it’s only when he looks up, about to blurt out, “Hey I like you and think you’re really cute, you should give me your number,” does he realize that the twenty-something woman in front of him is Definitely Not Hot Cashier Guy and he blushes, paying for his chocolate bar dejectedly.
He gives the candy to Chanyeol when he gets home and shuts himself in his room in effort to think of anything but how warm Hot Cashier Guy’s eyes are.
(And his dick. He tries not to think about that either.)
the twist
Baekhyun doesn’t actually understand the sequence of events that has led him to where he is now. In the backroom of the convenience store he used to go to every other week (a visit that had increased to several times a week most recently, which is something the kid in between his legs definitely noticed), with his pants around his ankles. And a mouth attached to his dick. And the mouth is of the aforementioned kid. And the kid is Hot Cashier Guy.
Whose real name is actually Oh Sehun, a sophomore at the nearby university somewhat neighbouring BaekhyunChanyeolandJongdae’s one. Who works part-time at the 7/11. “Part-time” being his technically scheduled hours for late night shifts, and who only began trading shifts and working at the afternoon-evening hours because of a certain small brunet with the severest case of nerves who began to come in every other day right after university classes. Practically.
Sehun tells Baekhyun all of this when he was biting marks into his skin, palming at the front of his crotch just a few minutes ago.
It was somewhere in between Baekhyun stumbling over his words and Sehun’s chuckle that he was being pulled into the backroom, Sehun leaning down to crash their lips together as Baekhyun stood frozen momentarily, before taking it all in stride and going for it once he realized that yes, it was Hot Cashier Guy who was sucking on his bottom lip.
“You’re really not articulate at all,” Sehun had said when he pulled away for breath, pressing another kiss on the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth as he worked his way down to his jawline, “I was waiting for you to ask me out every single time you came into the store.”
Baekhyun let out a whine mixed in with a squeak of surprise, and Sehun had laughed again before fumbling at the front of his crotch to get his zipper down and semi out.
And now he’s got the quote, unquote, “Dick of His Dreams” with a hand down his own pants as he sucks Baekhyun off, his tongue swirling around the tip as he licks at his slit.
“Shit, your mouth feels good,” Baekhyun gasps, and he can feel Sehun smile around his dick before he licks a stripe from the base of his shaft up to the head.
“I could show you other things my mouth is good for,” Sehun smirks, and Baekhyun throws his head back when Sehun rubs his thumb over the tip, “but we can save that for another time.”
In the end, Sehun ends up getting the both of them off with a hand wrapped around their cocks, stroking them to completion as the friction builds. Baekhyun is all too loud, but Sehun quickly figures out how to silence him with his tongue in his mouth as they suck and bite at each other until their lips are all red and swollen.
It’s easy enough to clean up when Sehun grabs some paper towels off the shelves to wipe up whatever he doesn’t lick up, and it’s not long after when they tuck themselves back in their pants, Sehun smoothing down any creases in his uniform.
It’s now or never really, Baekhyun thinks when the fact that Hot Cashier Guy just gave him a blow-and-handjob registers in his mind, and the words spill out effortlessly.
“So, can I have your number?”