international fan
Title: international fan
Genre: crack, canon
Pairing: baekbama
Length: 387 words
Summary: Baekhyun was watching the TV.
A/N:[please have mercy, sir.]PLEASE DON"T JAIL ME FOR THIS OBAMA SIR. I MEAN I EVEN BOUGHT THE BOOK OF YOURS MENTIONED IN THE STORY KAY DONT SEND NATO AFTER MY SORRY ASS also on AO3 and AFF.
Baekhyun sat on the sofa, cross-legged, staring intently into the TV, toes curling and uncurling with excitement. The man on the podium in the screen finally announced:
"I welcome Ms. Malia Ann Obama to receive her certificate."
The audience screamed, as a tall, tan girl, in a graduate's gown and cap, walked up to the stage and collected her graduation certificate, smiling brightly for the dozens of cameras centred on her. Ah, that smile, bearing an uncanny resemblance to her father's. That smile was what made Baekhyun fall for him.
The girl wove through the crowd, only to be enveloped in the hands of her ecstatic father. The mother soon joined the group hug, and so did little Sasha.
Tears of ecstasy threatened to fall out of Baekhyun's little eyes, at the emotional scene, who was feeling inexplicably happy for the man in the TV and his family.
It had all begun with Baekhyun having way too much free time than required for a Kpop Idol. Twitter, soon, drew him into the 2016 US election craze. He fervently watched CNN and presidential debates. And that was when he saw him: brightly smiling, smartly dressed in a navy blue suit and signature baby blue tie, coffee skin glowing, deep voice resonating with power, "I'm with her." It took all of Baekhyun's will to not tackle-hug the TV in admiration.
He bought himself a book of his speeches, the book's cover smiling back at him at the bookstore. He read it every day, inspiring himself and using the insightful quotes in the book to impress the ladies. He closely followed The Guardian and The New York Times, combing through the hundreds of articles on his phone, for one article, one tidbit, one word about the man who dominated his thoughts and dreams.
He thought, is this how it feels to be an international fan? An ocean apart from his hero, with the slimmest chances of meeting him?
He scribbled 'BHO' all over his little writing pad, drawing little hearts and stars around it. The other members never thought much of it, assuming that it must be Baekhyun's kinky self glorifying the nickname his fangirls have given him: 'Baek Hyun Oppa'.
Only he knew, only he knew, that it belonged to the man of his heart, Barack Hussein Obama.
Genre: crack, canon
Pairing: baekbama
Length: 387 words
Summary: Baekhyun was watching the TV.
A/N:[please have mercy, sir.]PLEASE DON"T JAIL ME FOR THIS OBAMA SIR. I MEAN I EVEN BOUGHT THE BOOK OF YOURS MENTIONED IN THE STORY KAY DONT SEND NATO AFTER MY SORRY ASS also on AO3 and AFF.
Baekhyun sat on the sofa, cross-legged, staring intently into the TV, toes curling and uncurling with excitement. The man on the podium in the screen finally announced:
"I welcome Ms. Malia Ann Obama to receive her certificate."
The audience screamed, as a tall, tan girl, in a graduate's gown and cap, walked up to the stage and collected her graduation certificate, smiling brightly for the dozens of cameras centred on her. Ah, that smile, bearing an uncanny resemblance to her father's. That smile was what made Baekhyun fall for him.
The girl wove through the crowd, only to be enveloped in the hands of her ecstatic father. The mother soon joined the group hug, and so did little Sasha.
Tears of ecstasy threatened to fall out of Baekhyun's little eyes, at the emotional scene, who was feeling inexplicably happy for the man in the TV and his family.
It had all begun with Baekhyun having way too much free time than required for a Kpop Idol. Twitter, soon, drew him into the 2016 US election craze. He fervently watched CNN and presidential debates. And that was when he saw him: brightly smiling, smartly dressed in a navy blue suit and signature baby blue tie, coffee skin glowing, deep voice resonating with power, "I'm with her." It took all of Baekhyun's will to not tackle-hug the TV in admiration.
He bought himself a book of his speeches, the book's cover smiling back at him at the bookstore. He read it every day, inspiring himself and using the insightful quotes in the book to impress the ladies. He closely followed The Guardian and The New York Times, combing through the hundreds of articles on his phone, for one article, one tidbit, one word about the man who dominated his thoughts and dreams.
He thought, is this how it feels to be an international fan? An ocean apart from his hero, with the slimmest chances of meeting him?
He scribbled 'BHO' all over his little writing pad, drawing little hearts and stars around it. The other members never thought much of it, assuming that it must be Baekhyun's kinky self glorifying the nickname his fangirls have given him: 'Baek Hyun Oppa'.
Only he knew, only he knew, that it belonged to the man of his heart, Barack Hussein Obama.