the problem with fiction - (01/10ish)
kris/chanyeol | PG-13 for now
summary: this is just your usual idol oppa/ordinary high school boy fake engagement fic. not.
author notes: how about 15 comments to get me motivated to finish the whole fic ASAP. yep. thank you. have a nice sunday.
chanyeol is a grateful boy. he prays for his parents everyday before he goes to sleep, because they’ve raised him lovingly so far and provided him with everything he needs. he does his homework, he never skips school, he loves his umma’s signature kimchi jiggae, he plays basketball with his appa, and he doesn’t mind his fate to inherit the park’s hot spring and cottage where you will experience gangwon’s hospitality; nope, he doesn’t mind it at all.
he will never walk away from his hometown, but that's okay, because he will excel his family’s most precious legacy in the future. he’s started his ‘training’ with his appa last year, helping out to prepare towels, soaps, massage oils, pillows, how to answer to customers’ calls and complains and whatnots.
as he enters the senior year, his appa teaches him about the money management.
chanyeol is good with numbers. in fact, he’s good at everything he does, but his newly found passion is acting. last year he got casted as myongryeong; the lead male character of his school’s first experimental play ‘myongryeong and chunhyang’. his art teacher had praised his performance with a standing ovation when he auditioned.
all his life, he’s been a popular boy because of his height and easygoing persona, but added with all the hype from the play, girls threw gifts/chocolates/foods at him and boys wanted to be his friends. it’s...awesome. the superb attention is just a complimentary aspect for chanyeol’s reasonings to love acting even more; because being on stage, singing, declaring his carefully worded love and hatred...it’s just so wow! the rushing of blood to his head, the jittery feeling after receiving the roaring applause, how he sweats on stage, his frantic heartbeats, how he becomes one with the fictional character he has to portray―everything!
but he doesn’t tell his parents about it. he has to suppress his own selfishness. and it’s more than enough, really, when he caught his umma crying on the first row of his school’s gym and his appa smiling proudly at him a year ago.
besides, park chanyeol is a grateful boy, remember? maybe acting is just an icing on his cake. he’s his parents only child. if he chases his passion, then who will take care of park’s family generation to generation and already famous hot spring and cottage where you will experience gangwon’s hospitality?
so chanyeol puts up his best smile for everyday is a new day.
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he doesn’t have homework for monday. after a quick dinner he goes straight to help around, because it’s the day his umma has been waiting forever. the most popular idol group exo, as in the exo, will have a three days-two nights stay on his family’s hot spring and cottage.
it won’t be the first time celebrities secretly visit his family’s hot spring and cottage to enjoy a short and (hopefully) relaxing escape. from super famous to not that famous celebrities know the existence of the place. mainly because of other celebrities' recommendation. his parents are professionals anyway, they make sure every single staffs never utter a word due to the celebrities’ requests of ‘privacy’. customer’s satisfaction is on top of his parents’ playbook.
it’s only a little bit special because exo, yeah that exo, is currently skyrocketing the hallyu wave all around the world. of course chanyeol knows every single members, all thanks to his classmates (teenage girls, you know?). even his iPhone has a few of exo's songs.
“chanyeol-ah?” his umma looks relieved when he shows up. “you're going to show exo their rooms, okay? this is the rooms’ arrangement.” she shoves a piece of paper to chanyeol’s chest. “the female staffs are too giggly. noonas.” she rolls her eyes.
chanyeol snorts, “you are one, too.”
his umma grins and winks. exo will arrive in about an hour. everything has to be perfect. chanyeol speed reads the rooms’ arrangement, and then he checks his breath and asks his umma if he needs to wear his uniform. his umma frowns, looking at chanyeol’s red plaid checkered with a white 09 t-shirt and a pair of brown khaki. she shakes her head, “it’s okay. comb your hair.”
chanyeol does as he’s told. this year he grows his hair longer than the usual. he likes how the soft strands are tickling his nape.
he goes to sit at the main hallway, looking at the naked, starry sky. he dozes off for a moment, humming along to the sound of his umma briefing her staffs and his appa’s melodic footsteps.
his phone buzzes.
it’s a call from baekhyun, his best of the best friend.
“what?” chanyeol answers lazily.
baekhyun fakes a sob, “get me an internship, o, park chanyeol the wangja. it’s the only way the girls will start chasing after me. i need exo.”
“oh wow. are you gay,” chanyeol comments, “no, commoner. suck it.”
“oh wow. aren’t you the best of friend ever.” baekhyun, again, fakes a sigh. “i must die a virgin.”
“yah. that’s too much information on your part, commoner. now dismiss.” chanyeol snorts with his trademarked way, and baekhyun curses at him. they talk about everything and nothing for awhile, and decide to go to movies this sunday. chanyeol is just trying to lure baekhyun to pay for him when a car honks and the front gate is opened by the security guard ahjusshi.
“dude talk to you later. your exo is here.” chanyeol gets up, dusting off his butt.
“damn. i’m coming over tomorrow, ready or not.” baekhyun clicks his tongue.
“we’ll see.” chanyeol smiles as he hangs up. his parents are running to his side along with their staffs. sure enough, the noonas are blushing already. the hyungs are looking nervous, probably because they’re mere gangwon’s ordinary residents while exo is...well, they're at the top of the food chain, just like baekhyun had just told him.
chanyeol snorts remembering how serious baekhyun was.
“oh my god don’t do it in front of exo!” his umma slaps his arm. chanyeol pouts.
there are two black vans and a luxurious black sedan. his appa is sweating. that’s weird. he has a gorgeous son he sees everyday, so why is he sweating like that really?
and then, even chanyeol’s brain stops being hilarious, because here comes exo.
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baekhyun is right.
these guys are totally at the top of the food chain.
his appa insists to hug the one with the roundest cheeks and the cutest smile, minseok. chanyeol snorts quietly at the sight; it’s not his fault that he grew up as a tall and handsome boy instead of a cute one. but his umma glares from across the room. right, he shouldn’t snort like that for the next three days.
“annyeonghaseyo, park-sshi!” a petite guy with fashionable glasses is smiling at his appa widely. “i’m kim ryeowook, exo manager, we talked on the phone?”
“oh yes, yes,” chanyeol’s appa nods and shakes the manager’s manicured hand, “dinner will be ready in half an hour. this is my son, chanyeol, he will take you to your rooms.”
chanyeol steps out and bows, liking the slightly surprised expressions from exo members and the manager when he introduces himself. he’s got this super nice baritone voice that really doesn’t suit his boyish face.
“oooooh what a fine son, park-sshi,” the manager touches chanyeol’s right arm, his gaze is scrutinizing. he’s a lot of shorter than chanyeol. “how old are you, aegi?”
chanyeol grins at the nickname, “i'll be eighteen this november, ryeowook-sshi.”
“hmmm hmmm...” there's a glint of conspiracy in the manager's eyes.
“would you like to go now, ryeowook-sshi?” chanyeol asks politely after a signal from his umma because from the previous celebrities' testimonies; a trip from seoul to gangwon is no joke. the petite manager claps his hands and like a mother hen he ushers exo members to follow chanyeol while he talks some more with chanyeol's appa.
“annyeonghaseyo,” chanyeol bows to exo, and it’s joonmyun who opens the conversation,
“annyeonghaseyo, chanyeol-goon. helping out your parents?”
chanyeol nods his head a little bit too enthusiastically. he's talking to idols who are close to his age! it feels kinda surreal!
(there are six of them; and chanyeol pats himself on the back because he’s able to identify everyone.
minseok is obvious, he’s his appa’s favorite. but chanyeol still can’t believe that minseok is older than him.
joonmyun looks like that guy from 2PM, taec-something, but he’s actually short and pale.
kyungsoo has bow shaped lips and very funny eyes from what chanyeol has been searching on tumblr.
tao is the dark guy with impressive muscles and uh, a flaming designer bag, the logo is similar with the bag his umma purchased from their trip to russia earlier this year.
yixing is the quiet one. he’s the dancer and the mood maker in the group.
and then there’s kris, the leader. chanyeol has always been proud by his height, but looking at kris in real life like this―well. kris is his umma’s favorite, and he has this chronic poker face that almost crosses the ‘unfriendly/arrogant/has prince syndrome’ borderline.)
“can i take photos?” chanyeol asks straight forwardly as he leads them to the short hallway where the rooms are located, and some of the exo members laugh at his boldness.
“come on, you can pass as an idol yourself,” joonmyun smiles, “i think ryeowook-hyung is going to surprise you later.”
chanyeol is puzzled, but he keeps his grin even when his eyes meet with kris' who doesn't laugh along to the inside joke. he scrunches his nose as, you know, a greeting. kris frowns and then he looks away. chanyeol puffs his cheeks.
they reach the rooms, and chanyeol opens the first door to their left.
“this is tao and kyungsoo-sshi’s room,” he quickly explains everything from ordering snacks to where the extra pillows and blankets are kept. minseok and yixing's room is next, and joonmyun has his own room.
kris’ room is the last, it's facing the mountain a.k.a the best view out of the three. his appa told him something about ryeowook-sshi’s saying '...being the leader is the hardest...so maybe the best room you have with ultimate comfort and privacy guaranteed?’ and here they are. chanyeol helps kris to open the sliding floor-to-ceiling windows, and kris frowns at the instant chilling breeze hitting his skin.
“um,” chanyeol bites his bottom lip, “fresh air.”
“thank you,” kris says, and chanyeol almost snorts at that voice. it's nothing bad though! he just never thought anyone can win over his previously stated super nice baritone voice, but of course kris does. he beats chanyeol’s height too, remember? chanyeol feels giddy, somehow, but he doesn’t really know why.
he’s grinning the whole time he shows kris about the room. he ends it with a, “hopefully you will have the best rest here, kris-sshi!”
surprisingly, kris snorts softly and dear heaven! even his way of snorting is almost identical to chanyeol’s!
chanyeol bursts out laughing, and kris stares at him.
“i’m so sorry!” chanyeol squeaks. “just. just don’t do it in front of my umma, okay?”
“do what?” kris asks with his own version of super nice but too emotionless baritone voice.
instead of answering with words, chanyeol does his snort. he widens his eyes to emphasise the meaning behind his act but kris only frowns and staresstaresstaresstares-and chanyeol swears kris looks like he's thisclose to strangle the nearest poor object.
that’d be him, though, park chanyeol; so he apologises and can't help but to snort again.
“g-got it?” he crosses his fingers.
realisation finally hits kris’ handsome feature, and kris relaxes his shoulders. almost naturally, kris snorts before it changes into a nice laughter. kris is showing his gum and chanyeol likes the fact that he's the one causing such rare sight. big deal.
“you’re unbelievable, kid.” chanyeol pouts at the nickname, fighting the urge to 'boo' kris wufan. he likes being called ‘aegi’ by ryeowook-sshi before, but kris’ choice of nickname is too lame!
"i'll get going, kris-sshi," he gives another polite bow before shuffling awkwardly because kris is staring at him again. those sharp eyes are starting to prickle chanyeol's skin. hotly.
ah, so this is the feeling?―no wonder the fancams of kris' fangirls screaming/fainting/being somewhere in between whenever he makes eye contact with them are scattered on the internet.
but i'm not his fangirl...
as if on cue, his cheeks burn.
"are you alright?" kris takes a step closer to him and chanyeol flails his arms in the air like he's shooing away a ladybug instead of a genuinely concerned hallyu star.
"chan―"
"chanyeol-ah?" that's his umma. he's saved. "chanyeol-ah? come help umma for a second!"
"ne, umma!" he shouts back, and with the last bow for kris he runs out of the room with a loud dugeun dugeun pounding at the back of his ears.
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chanyeol is woken up by the loud ring of his phone.
of course it’s baekhyun. and it’s what, seven in the morning?! ugh.
“what, mortal?” he grumbles.
“oh wow, nice, wangja-yah.” baekhyun sniffs. “how’s my internship? did i pass? i don't need money as long as i can take photos with exo!”
chanyeol huffs as he moves to lie on his back. he pinches the bridge of his nose, yawns, and answers, “i haven’t asked her.”
baekhyun exclaims profanities from the other line.
“i’m going to tell your umma about that potty mouth.” he threatens. baekhyun whines but he ignores the pitiful animal sound. “i’m going back to sleep.”
when he wakes up the second time, it’s because he’s sweating. didn’t he turn on the aircon last night? he rubs his eyes and finds that his room’s windows are wide open. it must be his umma’s cruel way to reduce his handsome (not beauty) sleep time. it’s only ten past five, gosh!
“ah~” he slaps his cheeks to channel energies and bails a fist as he sits up. he stretches his long limbs and when he turns to look at the opened windows, kris is there.
he yelps in a very unmanly way, grabbing his pikachu comforter to shield his body. kris snorts and raises an eyebrow at him, a slight smile (smirk?) on his face.
“morning, kid.”
“i’m not a kid,” chanyeol retorts and immediately regrets it. “g-good morning, kris-sshi.”
kris nods. chanyeol gets up and perches himself on his windowsills, still wrapped tightly with his pikachu comforter. his parents’ house is one of the few traditional korean houses in the neighborhood. it's very spacious and it gives off the nostalgic/majestic feeling. chanyeol’s bedroom is actually more of a gazebo with walls and windows; unlike the usual open gazebo. it's located a little bit at the back of the whole building. it's like his own palace as ten year old baekhyun once said.
but the most important question is, what is kris doing here?
“what are you doing?” chanyeol hopes his face is free from dried drool or eye booger or other disgusting outcome of his sleeping habit. because look at how unfair the world is! even only dressed in a pair of black sweats and lion printed t-shirt, kris still looks so handsome. chanyeol wonders if his umma has seen kris in this state.
“i thought i was lost. i got in to ask for direction." kris answers. "why did you slap your own cheeks?”
chanyeol will use that slapping cheeks habit an excuse for his flushing face.
“ummm i do it every morning so i can wake up fully and ready to face a new day!” he grins. “you should try it sometimes.”
“okay.” kris stops right in front chanyeol’s windows. “are you awake now?”
chanyeol snorts, “well!” he slaps his cheeks. kris snorts too.
“you’re unbelievable.” kris shakes his head, smiling (smirking) to the wooden windowsills. "this is a very beautiful traditional house. how old is the building? a hundred? two?"
“wait,” chanyeol scrunches his nose, another habit of his, and grimaces. “i stink. come in, kris-sshi, i will give you a tour. all i have to do is showering quickly. come in, this way.”
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upon ryeowook-sshi’s request, they will have a barbecue party for dinner. his parents provide everything, and they’re grateful for baekhyun’s help running to the supermarket to accompany chanyeol. baekhyun owns a motorcycle, while chanyeol can’t even ride a bike.
“told you i’m perfect for this,” baekhyun grins from behind his helmet. chanyeol snorts. “you and your giraffe legs.”
“what was it?” chanyeol pinches baekhyun’s nape. “just drive carefully. i’m my parents only son.”
“i’m my parents only son too!” baekhyun protests.
“doesn’t matter if it’s you, commoner.”
they keep on bickering until they arrive at the supermarket. they rush to buy everything though. it's what they call professionalism, indeed. baekhyun asks if they can buy ice cream for each, because the money left is enough to buy one serving of jjangmyun. chanyeol contemplates, because he never does this little corruption act, but then he shrugs. ryeowook-sshi must be rich, right? and he seems to like chanyeol a lot from the way he always compliments anything that chanyeol does (even his snort), so.
they eat their ice cream cake quickly and go back to the hot spring. it’s still three hours before dinner; maybe they can use the time to talk to exo and take the promised photos because they haven’t got the time.
“from what i’ve observed, kris has the biggest fanbase. so! i hope you can help me and take his photos. plural” baekhyun says as they're on his motorcycle.
“wait wait, it’s your problem, baek-ah,” chanyeol answers, “don’t get me involved in your dirty plan.”
“but kris smiles when you talk!” baekhyun whines.
“a-and so?”
“so? are you pabo?! it's obvious that kris is comfortable with you already! he always glares at me, you know?”
“maybe he can see through your black soul, byun baekhyun.”
“shut up, park chanyeol. help me please. i will pay for our tickets tomorrow.”
now that’s more like it.
“fine.” chanyeol fakes a sigh. “and our popcorn too.”
baekhyun hisses, “fine. but you buy your own cola.”
“deal.”
“yeah yeah. thanks.”
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even baekhyun prepares his precious digital camera for this mission. chanyeol snorts. his best friend is that desperate to have a hoard of girls 'chasing after him', eh?
“what are you doing.” kris frowns, but yeah, baekhyun once again was right; that’s definitely a hint of smile at the corners of kris’ lips.
“she might not seem like it, but umma is a die hard fan of you, kris-sshi.” chanyeol whispers with a secretive tone. “i’m doing her a favor. help?” he bats his eyelashes playfully as he holds up baekhyun’s digicam.
kris snorts and says, “such a good kid you are, chanyeol-ah.”
okay.
wait.
what?
“um,” chanyeol fumbles with the tiny power button to cover up his sudden nervousness, and snaps a candid shot of kris’ side profile. but it’s blurred.
apparently, his hands are shaking.
“what.” kris leans to inspect the result, and chanyeol’s breath hitch because kris is thisclose to him. he smells nice, very different from chanyeol’s own cussons baby cologne scent. kris smells like a man.
kris doesn’t comment on his blurred photo. he calls for joonmyun and asks him to take his photo with chanyeol. chanyeol’s poor brain can’t process anything when kris’ big palm rests comfortably on his lower back.
“yah, chanyeol-ah!” joonmyun laughs at the digicam's screen. “your face!”
chanyeol on the screen is showing his teeth, looking either starstruck slash crazy with his eyes widened like that. kris snorts and pokes chanyeol's dimple.
chanyeol's heart stops beating for a second.
joonmyun says, “come on, unleash your photogenic side, chanyeol-ah.”
this time, kris keeps his hand for himself, and chanyeol is relieved beyond belief. he holds up his thumb and does a smile/mehrong style that the girls seem to like whenever they ask chanyeol to pose, and kris does the same; except he doesn’t do the smile/mehrong because kris wufan isn’t a high school kid from gangwon.
joonmyun nods and practically throws baekhyun’s digicam to chanyeol’s chest as kyungsoo announces that the sausages are ready. chanyeol feels betrayed.
"here," kris leans again to show chanyeol the newest result and they look...okay, if not compatible with each other. baekhyun should pay movie tickets for the rest of chanyeol’s life because the girls will surely love this shot!
“heh heh, this one’s g―” chanyeol grins and he finds kris is staring at him so intensely that he can only cower and mumble,
“―ood...”
with a shocking force, kris grabs chanyeol's wrist and drags chanyeol away from the backyard to enter the hallway. chanyeol gasps because kris' grip is hurting him and―
are we going to his room?! why?
“k-kris-sshi?” chanyeol tries to free himself, but kris is holding on too tightly. “w-what's―why?”
kris only strides faster.
“kris-sshi?” kris opens the door to his room and slams chanyeol to the wall. his eyes are glinting dangerously as he frames chanyeol’s face with his wide palms and then he kisses chanyeol’s lips.
“hmph!” chanyeol claws at kris’ forearm, not wanting to drop baekhyun's digicam but kris just tilts his head and eats his lips. panicked, chanyeol focuses to breathe through his nose while trying to close his mouth. but then kris bites his bottom lip and his hitched gasp is not going unnoticed by kris, who takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside of chanyeol's unwilling mouth.
the first touch of kris' warm tongue against his own is making chanyeol’s knees wobble. kris is quick to notice the slight change from chanyeol’s body and hikes up chanyeol’s left leg to chanyeol's chest. he bends his own knees to steady his stance, and his strong hands are sliding down to chanyeol's thighs downdowndown to the back of chanyeol's knees and by instinct, chanyeol tightens his hold on kris' flexing shoulders as his legs are awkwardly lifted up. and he whimpers when kris spreads his legs to wrap them around his waist.
“are you a virgin?” kris pulls back from their kiss with a loud schmoop, and chanyeol frowns, eyeing kris’ panting mouth. kris snorts softly and mumbles nevermind and reconnects their lips again as he easily walks to the neat bed.
he throws chanyeol upright to the bed before he takes baekhyun’s digicam and sets it on the bedside table.
chanyeol blinks, his lips are throbbing in a good way as kris...
takes off his polo shirt and...
takes off chanyeol’s shoes, and chanyeol’s pink t-shirt, and he...strokes chanyeol’s torso.
“k-kris-sshi?” chanyeol stutters because his nerves are tingling with want. “w-what are you doing?”
“playing innocent, now, chanyeol-ah? it’s cute that you used your lovely umma as an excuse to fuck,” kris kisses chanyeol’s neck, “you could’ve just told me, you know?” then he bites and sucks the same spot.
chanyeol’s whole body jerks at the sensation.
“i didn’t―” he looks up to the ceiling and cries out as kris strokes a nipple. “i don’t understand.”
“it’s okay,” kris swirls his tongue against that nipple, his thumb is rubbing the other erected bud. teasingly. and chanyeol's crotch is feeling it.
when kris’ equally hard crotch is pressed against his, the realization hits chanyeol like a nightmare. he screams at the top of his lungs, calling his appa and umma and asking for help. kris growls and covers chanyeol's mouth, but that only ignites an unknown strength in chanyeol as he struggles madly.
desperate tears are brimming his eyes because what the heck is really happening right now!?
kris manhandles him and moves them to a supine position; pinning chanyeol’s arms to the bed with one hand because he never lets go of chanyeol's mouth. kris uses his weight to stop the thrashing from chanyeol’s legs.
“hey hey, what the fuck?” kris is still asking him with that monotonous voice. “i thought you wanted this, chanyeol-ah.”
“hmnggh! nnngh!!!” chanyeol pleads with his eyes. he shakes his head when kris rubs his hard crotch against the inside of his thigh. “nnng nggg!”
this time, kris is not quick enough to understand, because footsteps are already coming and suddenly a flash is blinding them. chanyeol turns his head to find baekhyun lowering his phone, his parents' shocked faces, and joonmyun, and and and―
“damn, why is it so slow uploading a juicy photo to twitter?" baekhyun grumbles.
kris, his upper body naked and all, jumps off of chanyeol and snatches baekhyun’s phone. colours drain from his face after he looks at what baekhyun did, and then he slams the phone to the floor. he grabs the lapels of baekhyun's hoodie.
“the fuck are you doing!” kris wufan is losing his cool.
joonmyun bravely slithers in between them and asks in a shushed tone, WHAT THE FUCK, HYUNG?! ARE YOU TRYING TO rape CHANYEOL?!―and kris himself has a difficulty to admit that he really, really doesn’t know. the room’s atmosphere is so tense and for what seems like eternity, nobody dares to say a word.
chanyeol wishes someone would hold him right now. but his parents are busy clutching each other and baekhyun is sprawled on the floor, his face is a pure horror as he looks at his phone.
a moment later, they can hear ryeowook-sshi’s extremely nasal shrieking and kris’ name being cursed to hell and back. the manager is absolutely fuming when he arrives at the room.
“WHAT IS THIS KRIS WUFAN?!"
it’s baekhyun’s photo of kris on top of chanyeol―chanyeol who looks like he's crying―on a bed; both of their shirts are gone with kris’ hand covering chanyeol’s mouth. it's already the headlines of entertainment websites, plural, and it’s been spread all over the internet; tumblrs, twitters, and fancafes.
as baekhyun stutters his apology, chanyeol passes out.
to be c o n t i n u e d
summary: this is just your usual idol oppa/ordinary high school boy fake engagement fic. not.
author notes: how about 15 comments to get me motivated to finish the whole fic ASAP. yep. thank you. have a nice sunday.
chanyeol is a grateful boy. he prays for his parents everyday before he goes to sleep, because they’ve raised him lovingly so far and provided him with everything he needs. he does his homework, he never skips school, he loves his umma’s signature kimchi jiggae, he plays basketball with his appa, and he doesn’t mind his fate to inherit the park’s hot spring and cottage where you will experience gangwon’s hospitality; nope, he doesn’t mind it at all.
he will never walk away from his hometown, but that's okay, because he will excel his family’s most precious legacy in the future. he’s started his ‘training’ with his appa last year, helping out to prepare towels, soaps, massage oils, pillows, how to answer to customers’ calls and complains and whatnots.
as he enters the senior year, his appa teaches him about the money management.
chanyeol is good with numbers. in fact, he’s good at everything he does, but his newly found passion is acting. last year he got casted as myongryeong; the lead male character of his school’s first experimental play ‘myongryeong and chunhyang’. his art teacher had praised his performance with a standing ovation when he auditioned.
all his life, he’s been a popular boy because of his height and easygoing persona, but added with all the hype from the play, girls threw gifts/chocolates/foods at him and boys wanted to be his friends. it’s...awesome. the superb attention is just a complimentary aspect for chanyeol’s reasonings to love acting even more; because being on stage, singing, declaring his carefully worded love and hatred...it’s just so wow! the rushing of blood to his head, the jittery feeling after receiving the roaring applause, how he sweats on stage, his frantic heartbeats, how he becomes one with the fictional character he has to portray―everything!
but he doesn’t tell his parents about it. he has to suppress his own selfishness. and it’s more than enough, really, when he caught his umma crying on the first row of his school’s gym and his appa smiling proudly at him a year ago.
besides, park chanyeol is a grateful boy, remember? maybe acting is just an icing on his cake. he’s his parents only child. if he chases his passion, then who will take care of park’s family generation to generation and already famous hot spring and cottage where you will experience gangwon’s hospitality?
so chanyeol puts up his best smile for everyday is a new day.
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he doesn’t have homework for monday. after a quick dinner he goes straight to help around, because it’s the day his umma has been waiting forever. the most popular idol group exo, as in the exo, will have a three days-two nights stay on his family’s hot spring and cottage.
it won’t be the first time celebrities secretly visit his family’s hot spring and cottage to enjoy a short and (hopefully) relaxing escape. from super famous to not that famous celebrities know the existence of the place. mainly because of other celebrities' recommendation. his parents are professionals anyway, they make sure every single staffs never utter a word due to the celebrities’ requests of ‘privacy’. customer’s satisfaction is on top of his parents’ playbook.
it’s only a little bit special because exo, yeah that exo, is currently skyrocketing the hallyu wave all around the world. of course chanyeol knows every single members, all thanks to his classmates (teenage girls, you know?). even his iPhone has a few of exo's songs.
“chanyeol-ah?” his umma looks relieved when he shows up. “you're going to show exo their rooms, okay? this is the rooms’ arrangement.” she shoves a piece of paper to chanyeol’s chest. “the female staffs are too giggly. noonas.” she rolls her eyes.
chanyeol snorts, “you are one, too.”
his umma grins and winks. exo will arrive in about an hour. everything has to be perfect. chanyeol speed reads the rooms’ arrangement, and then he checks his breath and asks his umma if he needs to wear his uniform. his umma frowns, looking at chanyeol’s red plaid checkered with a white 09 t-shirt and a pair of brown khaki. she shakes her head, “it’s okay. comb your hair.”
chanyeol does as he’s told. this year he grows his hair longer than the usual. he likes how the soft strands are tickling his nape.
he goes to sit at the main hallway, looking at the naked, starry sky. he dozes off for a moment, humming along to the sound of his umma briefing her staffs and his appa’s melodic footsteps.
his phone buzzes.
it’s a call from baekhyun, his best of the best friend.
“what?” chanyeol answers lazily.
baekhyun fakes a sob, “get me an internship, o, park chanyeol the wangja. it’s the only way the girls will start chasing after me. i need exo.”
“oh wow. are you gay,” chanyeol comments, “no, commoner. suck it.”
“oh wow. aren’t you the best of friend ever.” baekhyun, again, fakes a sigh. “i must die a virgin.”
“yah. that’s too much information on your part, commoner. now dismiss.” chanyeol snorts with his trademarked way, and baekhyun curses at him. they talk about everything and nothing for awhile, and decide to go to movies this sunday. chanyeol is just trying to lure baekhyun to pay for him when a car honks and the front gate is opened by the security guard ahjusshi.
“dude talk to you later. your exo is here.” chanyeol gets up, dusting off his butt.
“damn. i’m coming over tomorrow, ready or not.” baekhyun clicks his tongue.
“we’ll see.” chanyeol smiles as he hangs up. his parents are running to his side along with their staffs. sure enough, the noonas are blushing already. the hyungs are looking nervous, probably because they’re mere gangwon’s ordinary residents while exo is...well, they're at the top of the food chain, just like baekhyun had just told him.
chanyeol snorts remembering how serious baekhyun was.
“oh my god don’t do it in front of exo!” his umma slaps his arm. chanyeol pouts.
there are two black vans and a luxurious black sedan. his appa is sweating. that’s weird. he has a gorgeous son he sees everyday, so why is he sweating like that really?
and then, even chanyeol’s brain stops being hilarious, because here comes exo.
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baekhyun is right.
these guys are totally at the top of the food chain.
his appa insists to hug the one with the roundest cheeks and the cutest smile, minseok. chanyeol snorts quietly at the sight; it’s not his fault that he grew up as a tall and handsome boy instead of a cute one. but his umma glares from across the room. right, he shouldn’t snort like that for the next three days.
“annyeonghaseyo, park-sshi!” a petite guy with fashionable glasses is smiling at his appa widely. “i’m kim ryeowook, exo manager, we talked on the phone?”
“oh yes, yes,” chanyeol’s appa nods and shakes the manager’s manicured hand, “dinner will be ready in half an hour. this is my son, chanyeol, he will take you to your rooms.”
chanyeol steps out and bows, liking the slightly surprised expressions from exo members and the manager when he introduces himself. he’s got this super nice baritone voice that really doesn’t suit his boyish face.
“oooooh what a fine son, park-sshi,” the manager touches chanyeol’s right arm, his gaze is scrutinizing. he’s a lot of shorter than chanyeol. “how old are you, aegi?”
chanyeol grins at the nickname, “i'll be eighteen this november, ryeowook-sshi.”
“hmmm hmmm...” there's a glint of conspiracy in the manager's eyes.
“would you like to go now, ryeowook-sshi?” chanyeol asks politely after a signal from his umma because from the previous celebrities' testimonies; a trip from seoul to gangwon is no joke. the petite manager claps his hands and like a mother hen he ushers exo members to follow chanyeol while he talks some more with chanyeol's appa.
“annyeonghaseyo,” chanyeol bows to exo, and it’s joonmyun who opens the conversation,
“annyeonghaseyo, chanyeol-goon. helping out your parents?”
chanyeol nods his head a little bit too enthusiastically. he's talking to idols who are close to his age! it feels kinda surreal!
(there are six of them; and chanyeol pats himself on the back because he’s able to identify everyone.
minseok is obvious, he’s his appa’s favorite. but chanyeol still can’t believe that minseok is older than him.
joonmyun looks like that guy from 2PM, taec-something, but he’s actually short and pale.
kyungsoo has bow shaped lips and very funny eyes from what chanyeol has been searching on tumblr.
tao is the dark guy with impressive muscles and uh, a flaming designer bag, the logo is similar with the bag his umma purchased from their trip to russia earlier this year.
yixing is the quiet one. he’s the dancer and the mood maker in the group.
and then there’s kris, the leader. chanyeol has always been proud by his height, but looking at kris in real life like this―well. kris is his umma’s favorite, and he has this chronic poker face that almost crosses the ‘unfriendly/arrogant/has prince syndrome’ borderline.)
“can i take photos?” chanyeol asks straight forwardly as he leads them to the short hallway where the rooms are located, and some of the exo members laugh at his boldness.
“come on, you can pass as an idol yourself,” joonmyun smiles, “i think ryeowook-hyung is going to surprise you later.”
chanyeol is puzzled, but he keeps his grin even when his eyes meet with kris' who doesn't laugh along to the inside joke. he scrunches his nose as, you know, a greeting. kris frowns and then he looks away. chanyeol puffs his cheeks.
they reach the rooms, and chanyeol opens the first door to their left.
“this is tao and kyungsoo-sshi’s room,” he quickly explains everything from ordering snacks to where the extra pillows and blankets are kept. minseok and yixing's room is next, and joonmyun has his own room.
kris’ room is the last, it's facing the mountain a.k.a the best view out of the three. his appa told him something about ryeowook-sshi’s saying '...being the leader is the hardest...so maybe the best room you have with ultimate comfort and privacy guaranteed?’ and here they are. chanyeol helps kris to open the sliding floor-to-ceiling windows, and kris frowns at the instant chilling breeze hitting his skin.
“um,” chanyeol bites his bottom lip, “fresh air.”
“thank you,” kris says, and chanyeol almost snorts at that voice. it's nothing bad though! he just never thought anyone can win over his previously stated super nice baritone voice, but of course kris does. he beats chanyeol’s height too, remember? chanyeol feels giddy, somehow, but he doesn’t really know why.
he’s grinning the whole time he shows kris about the room. he ends it with a, “hopefully you will have the best rest here, kris-sshi!”
surprisingly, kris snorts softly and dear heaven! even his way of snorting is almost identical to chanyeol’s!
chanyeol bursts out laughing, and kris stares at him.
“i’m so sorry!” chanyeol squeaks. “just. just don’t do it in front of my umma, okay?”
“do what?” kris asks with his own version of super nice but too emotionless baritone voice.
instead of answering with words, chanyeol does his snort. he widens his eyes to emphasise the meaning behind his act but kris only frowns and staresstaresstaresstares-and chanyeol swears kris looks like he's thisclose to strangle the nearest poor object.
that’d be him, though, park chanyeol; so he apologises and can't help but to snort again.
“g-got it?” he crosses his fingers.
realisation finally hits kris’ handsome feature, and kris relaxes his shoulders. almost naturally, kris snorts before it changes into a nice laughter. kris is showing his gum and chanyeol likes the fact that he's the one causing such rare sight. big deal.
“you’re unbelievable, kid.” chanyeol pouts at the nickname, fighting the urge to 'boo' kris wufan. he likes being called ‘aegi’ by ryeowook-sshi before, but kris’ choice of nickname is too lame!
"i'll get going, kris-sshi," he gives another polite bow before shuffling awkwardly because kris is staring at him again. those sharp eyes are starting to prickle chanyeol's skin. hotly.
ah, so this is the feeling?―no wonder the fancams of kris' fangirls screaming/fainting/being somewhere in between whenever he makes eye contact with them are scattered on the internet.
but i'm not his fangirl...
as if on cue, his cheeks burn.
"are you alright?" kris takes a step closer to him and chanyeol flails his arms in the air like he's shooing away a ladybug instead of a genuinely concerned hallyu star.
"chan―"
"chanyeol-ah?" that's his umma. he's saved. "chanyeol-ah? come help umma for a second!"
"ne, umma!" he shouts back, and with the last bow for kris he runs out of the room with a loud dugeun dugeun pounding at the back of his ears.
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chanyeol is woken up by the loud ring of his phone.
of course it’s baekhyun. and it’s what, seven in the morning?! ugh.
“what, mortal?” he grumbles.
“oh wow, nice, wangja-yah.” baekhyun sniffs. “how’s my internship? did i pass? i don't need money as long as i can take photos with exo!”
chanyeol huffs as he moves to lie on his back. he pinches the bridge of his nose, yawns, and answers, “i haven’t asked her.”
baekhyun exclaims profanities from the other line.
“i’m going to tell your umma about that potty mouth.” he threatens. baekhyun whines but he ignores the pitiful animal sound. “i’m going back to sleep.”
when he wakes up the second time, it’s because he’s sweating. didn’t he turn on the aircon last night? he rubs his eyes and finds that his room’s windows are wide open. it must be his umma’s cruel way to reduce his handsome (not beauty) sleep time. it’s only ten past five, gosh!
“ah~” he slaps his cheeks to channel energies and bails a fist as he sits up. he stretches his long limbs and when he turns to look at the opened windows, kris is there.
he yelps in a very unmanly way, grabbing his pikachu comforter to shield his body. kris snorts and raises an eyebrow at him, a slight smile (smirk?) on his face.
“morning, kid.”
“i’m not a kid,” chanyeol retorts and immediately regrets it. “g-good morning, kris-sshi.”
kris nods. chanyeol gets up and perches himself on his windowsills, still wrapped tightly with his pikachu comforter. his parents’ house is one of the few traditional korean houses in the neighborhood. it's very spacious and it gives off the nostalgic/majestic feeling. chanyeol’s bedroom is actually more of a gazebo with walls and windows; unlike the usual open gazebo. it's located a little bit at the back of the whole building. it's like his own palace as ten year old baekhyun once said.
but the most important question is, what is kris doing here?
“what are you doing?” chanyeol hopes his face is free from dried drool or eye booger or other disgusting outcome of his sleeping habit. because look at how unfair the world is! even only dressed in a pair of black sweats and lion printed t-shirt, kris still looks so handsome. chanyeol wonders if his umma has seen kris in this state.
“i thought i was lost. i got in to ask for direction." kris answers. "why did you slap your own cheeks?”
chanyeol will use that slapping cheeks habit an excuse for his flushing face.
“ummm i do it every morning so i can wake up fully and ready to face a new day!” he grins. “you should try it sometimes.”
“okay.” kris stops right in front chanyeol’s windows. “are you awake now?”
chanyeol snorts, “well!” he slaps his cheeks. kris snorts too.
“you’re unbelievable.” kris shakes his head, smiling (smirking) to the wooden windowsills. "this is a very beautiful traditional house. how old is the building? a hundred? two?"
“wait,” chanyeol scrunches his nose, another habit of his, and grimaces. “i stink. come in, kris-sshi, i will give you a tour. all i have to do is showering quickly. come in, this way.”
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upon ryeowook-sshi’s request, they will have a barbecue party for dinner. his parents provide everything, and they’re grateful for baekhyun’s help running to the supermarket to accompany chanyeol. baekhyun owns a motorcycle, while chanyeol can’t even ride a bike.
“told you i’m perfect for this,” baekhyun grins from behind his helmet. chanyeol snorts. “you and your giraffe legs.”
“what was it?” chanyeol pinches baekhyun’s nape. “just drive carefully. i’m my parents only son.”
“i’m my parents only son too!” baekhyun protests.
“doesn’t matter if it’s you, commoner.”
they keep on bickering until they arrive at the supermarket. they rush to buy everything though. it's what they call professionalism, indeed. baekhyun asks if they can buy ice cream for each, because the money left is enough to buy one serving of jjangmyun. chanyeol contemplates, because he never does this little corruption act, but then he shrugs. ryeowook-sshi must be rich, right? and he seems to like chanyeol a lot from the way he always compliments anything that chanyeol does (even his snort), so.
they eat their ice cream cake quickly and go back to the hot spring. it’s still three hours before dinner; maybe they can use the time to talk to exo and take the promised photos because they haven’t got the time.
“from what i’ve observed, kris has the biggest fanbase. so! i hope you can help me and take his photos. plural” baekhyun says as they're on his motorcycle.
“wait wait, it’s your problem, baek-ah,” chanyeol answers, “don’t get me involved in your dirty plan.”
“but kris smiles when you talk!” baekhyun whines.
“a-and so?”
“so? are you pabo?! it's obvious that kris is comfortable with you already! he always glares at me, you know?”
“maybe he can see through your black soul, byun baekhyun.”
“shut up, park chanyeol. help me please. i will pay for our tickets tomorrow.”
now that’s more like it.
“fine.” chanyeol fakes a sigh. “and our popcorn too.”
baekhyun hisses, “fine. but you buy your own cola.”
“deal.”
“yeah yeah. thanks.”
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even baekhyun prepares his precious digital camera for this mission. chanyeol snorts. his best friend is that desperate to have a hoard of girls 'chasing after him', eh?
“what are you doing.” kris frowns, but yeah, baekhyun once again was right; that’s definitely a hint of smile at the corners of kris’ lips.
“she might not seem like it, but umma is a die hard fan of you, kris-sshi.” chanyeol whispers with a secretive tone. “i’m doing her a favor. help?” he bats his eyelashes playfully as he holds up baekhyun’s digicam.
kris snorts and says, “such a good kid you are, chanyeol-ah.”
okay.
wait.
what?
“um,” chanyeol fumbles with the tiny power button to cover up his sudden nervousness, and snaps a candid shot of kris’ side profile. but it’s blurred.
apparently, his hands are shaking.
“what.” kris leans to inspect the result, and chanyeol’s breath hitch because kris is thisclose to him. he smells nice, very different from chanyeol’s own cussons baby cologne scent. kris smells like a man.
kris doesn’t comment on his blurred photo. he calls for joonmyun and asks him to take his photo with chanyeol. chanyeol’s poor brain can’t process anything when kris’ big palm rests comfortably on his lower back.
“yah, chanyeol-ah!” joonmyun laughs at the digicam's screen. “your face!”
chanyeol on the screen is showing his teeth, looking either starstruck slash crazy with his eyes widened like that. kris snorts and pokes chanyeol's dimple.
chanyeol's heart stops beating for a second.
joonmyun says, “come on, unleash your photogenic side, chanyeol-ah.”
this time, kris keeps his hand for himself, and chanyeol is relieved beyond belief. he holds up his thumb and does a smile/mehrong style that the girls seem to like whenever they ask chanyeol to pose, and kris does the same; except he doesn’t do the smile/mehrong because kris wufan isn’t a high school kid from gangwon.
joonmyun nods and practically throws baekhyun’s digicam to chanyeol’s chest as kyungsoo announces that the sausages are ready. chanyeol feels betrayed.
"here," kris leans again to show chanyeol the newest result and they look...okay, if not compatible with each other. baekhyun should pay movie tickets for the rest of chanyeol’s life because the girls will surely love this shot!
“heh heh, this one’s g―” chanyeol grins and he finds kris is staring at him so intensely that he can only cower and mumble,
“―ood...”
with a shocking force, kris grabs chanyeol's wrist and drags chanyeol away from the backyard to enter the hallway. chanyeol gasps because kris' grip is hurting him and―
are we going to his room?! why?
“k-kris-sshi?” chanyeol tries to free himself, but kris is holding on too tightly. “w-what's―why?”
kris only strides faster.
“kris-sshi?” kris opens the door to his room and slams chanyeol to the wall. his eyes are glinting dangerously as he frames chanyeol’s face with his wide palms and then he kisses chanyeol’s lips.
“hmph!” chanyeol claws at kris’ forearm, not wanting to drop baekhyun's digicam but kris just tilts his head and eats his lips. panicked, chanyeol focuses to breathe through his nose while trying to close his mouth. but then kris bites his bottom lip and his hitched gasp is not going unnoticed by kris, who takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside of chanyeol's unwilling mouth.
the first touch of kris' warm tongue against his own is making chanyeol’s knees wobble. kris is quick to notice the slight change from chanyeol’s body and hikes up chanyeol’s left leg to chanyeol's chest. he bends his own knees to steady his stance, and his strong hands are sliding down to chanyeol's thighs downdowndown to the back of chanyeol's knees and by instinct, chanyeol tightens his hold on kris' flexing shoulders as his legs are awkwardly lifted up. and he whimpers when kris spreads his legs to wrap them around his waist.
“are you a virgin?” kris pulls back from their kiss with a loud schmoop, and chanyeol frowns, eyeing kris’ panting mouth. kris snorts softly and mumbles nevermind and reconnects their lips again as he easily walks to the neat bed.
he throws chanyeol upright to the bed before he takes baekhyun’s digicam and sets it on the bedside table.
chanyeol blinks, his lips are throbbing in a good way as kris...
takes off his polo shirt and...
takes off chanyeol’s shoes, and chanyeol’s pink t-shirt, and he...strokes chanyeol’s torso.
“k-kris-sshi?” chanyeol stutters because his nerves are tingling with want. “w-what are you doing?”
“playing innocent, now, chanyeol-ah? it’s cute that you used your lovely umma as an excuse to fuck,” kris kisses chanyeol’s neck, “you could’ve just told me, you know?” then he bites and sucks the same spot.
chanyeol’s whole body jerks at the sensation.
“i didn’t―” he looks up to the ceiling and cries out as kris strokes a nipple. “i don’t understand.”
“it’s okay,” kris swirls his tongue against that nipple, his thumb is rubbing the other erected bud. teasingly. and chanyeol's crotch is feeling it.
when kris’ equally hard crotch is pressed against his, the realization hits chanyeol like a nightmare. he screams at the top of his lungs, calling his appa and umma and asking for help. kris growls and covers chanyeol's mouth, but that only ignites an unknown strength in chanyeol as he struggles madly.
desperate tears are brimming his eyes because what the heck is really happening right now!?
kris manhandles him and moves them to a supine position; pinning chanyeol’s arms to the bed with one hand because he never lets go of chanyeol's mouth. kris uses his weight to stop the thrashing from chanyeol’s legs.
“hey hey, what the fuck?” kris is still asking him with that monotonous voice. “i thought you wanted this, chanyeol-ah.”
“hmnggh! nnngh!!!” chanyeol pleads with his eyes. he shakes his head when kris rubs his hard crotch against the inside of his thigh. “nnng nggg!”
this time, kris is not quick enough to understand, because footsteps are already coming and suddenly a flash is blinding them. chanyeol turns his head to find baekhyun lowering his phone, his parents' shocked faces, and joonmyun, and and and―
“damn, why is it so slow uploading a juicy photo to twitter?" baekhyun grumbles.
kris, his upper body naked and all, jumps off of chanyeol and snatches baekhyun’s phone. colours drain from his face after he looks at what baekhyun did, and then he slams the phone to the floor. he grabs the lapels of baekhyun's hoodie.
“the fuck are you doing!” kris wufan is losing his cool.
joonmyun bravely slithers in between them and asks in a shushed tone, WHAT THE FUCK, HYUNG?! ARE YOU TRYING TO rape CHANYEOL?!―and kris himself has a difficulty to admit that he really, really doesn’t know. the room’s atmosphere is so tense and for what seems like eternity, nobody dares to say a word.
chanyeol wishes someone would hold him right now. but his parents are busy clutching each other and baekhyun is sprawled on the floor, his face is a pure horror as he looks at his phone.
a moment later, they can hear ryeowook-sshi’s extremely nasal shrieking and kris’ name being cursed to hell and back. the manager is absolutely fuming when he arrives at the room.
“WHAT IS THIS KRIS WUFAN?!"
it’s baekhyun’s photo of kris on top of chanyeol―chanyeol who looks like he's crying―on a bed; both of their shirts are gone with kris’ hand covering chanyeol’s mouth. it's already the headlines of entertainment websites, plural, and it’s been spread all over the internet; tumblrs, twitters, and fancafes.
as baekhyun stutters his apology, chanyeol passes out.
to be c o n t i n u e d