Hide and Seek (Chanyeol, OC)
When EunKyung woke up, it was to a head splitting ache that drilled through her skull. The moment she opened her eyes, regret washed over her and she buried her head under her pillow with a groan.
“So you’re awake,” Kyungsoo said, turning around. He was seated at his desk at the corner of the room, in front of his laptop. He put his episode on pause and removed his earphones, standing up to stretch.
“What happened,” EunKyung asked as he made his way to the bed where she lay, bundled up under the blankets.
“You went partying last night,” he replied, punctuating each word with a poke to her forehead.
“Was it that bad?” She asked, scrunching her nose as she tried to swat his hand away while keeping her eyes closed. “My head feels like it got smashed in by mjolnir and my throat feels as dry as Helheim."
"You’ve had too much Thor Ragnarok,” he said. “Wait here, I’ll go get you something. I’ll be right back,” he said as he left the room.
When she heard him come back in the room, she sat up in bed, hands out to receive what he went to get.
“Did you sleep on the couch?” She asked, opening her eyes as she felt him deposit her cellphone in her open palms.
“Yeah, but it’s alright,” Kyungsoo said before she could apologise. “You crashed the second you hit the bed so I let you be. He left you a note, by the way."
"He?” She asked as she looked down, reading the yellow post-it note stuck to her phone screen.
Good morning, I hope you slept well! I hope your headache isn’t too bad :’( I left you something, hope it helps c:
She looked up, still dazed, only to find Kyungsoo handing her a cup of water. He shook a bottle of pain relief pills and handed her one. She noticed a yellow post-it stuck to the bottle, similar to the one stuck to her phone screen, a smiley face drawn on it.
“Thanks,” she said, exchanging her phone for the medicine, taking time to look at her surroundings.
His bedroom hadn’t changed one bit since the last time she had been here. The walls were still bare except for the bulletin board he kept beside his desk, filled with Polaroids and sticky notes and judo medals, the shelves surrounding his desk filled with books and drama scripts. Do Kyungsoo, the judo player, the aspiring actor/director, the super star. And her in his room. In his bed, to be more precise, although she had the impression the hue of his sheets had changed since she had last been here, though her perception of colours might’ve been altered by the throbbing pain in her head.
“How have you been?” She asked, rubbing her temples. Downing a cup of water had helped her headache, but she couldn’t wait for the medicine to kick in and rid her ears of the ringing they currently hosted. “Sorry I haven’t had time to keep up with the other spheres of your life."
"It’s not a problem,” he said, stepping over her to sit on his bed, back to the wall, her legs under his. “We’re both busy after all. The team had a tournament last weekend and we brought back the gold, so that’s a mountain of stress we’ve put behind us. If not, I’ve been able to get an appointment for auditions next week and I’ve submitted my script to a few places. I’m waiting for callbacks, but you already knew that, didn’t you?"
"Of course I did,” she said as she covered a yawn with the back of her hand. “I was the one who managed to get you that interview opportunity and also the one who revised your script before sending it off to my friend and her connections. I’m not your best friend and aspiring manager for nothing."
He nodded in agreement. Ever since high school, they had followed each other like night and day, making up for each other. They had met through a theatre audition, her as a new addition to the jury panel and him as a participant. Although he had been dropped during his first audition, they had kept in touch, EunKyung noticing the potential he had. He hadn’t been declined because of lack of skill that time, rather he hadn’t fit the role that was demanded of him -not that it had needed justification, but she had wanted to give him one anyways. They had bonded then, as she gave him pointers and he improved, pleasantly surprised to find a friend in each other. It was no surprise that after graduating, they had been complementary in college choices and profession too.
"Back on topic,” she said, finally able to properly open her eyes now that the ringing in her ears had subsided. “What happened last night? Why am I at your place and not at mine? I mean, Jaehee’s nice and all, but I wouldn’t want to cause a misunderstanding."
"You’re all stars in her book. She passed by this morning before going back to work and gave me advice on how to deal with you. And I asked myself the same question when you rang my doorbell at 3 a.m,” he replied. “I’m not too sure what happened. All I know is you went partying last night, hopefully with friends, and came back with this guy I never met. Tall. Pretty good looking. Party-looking type. I didn’t get a troublemaker vibe though. Maybe just popular? I don’t know. He just said he’d leave you here since you told him to bring you here and then he left."
"Simple as that?” She asked, incredulous.
“Simple as that,” he echoed. “I’d check your phone to get hints, if I were you."
"I’m not sure I want to,” she replied.
She wasn’t the biggest party go-er out there, but when the atmosphere was good and she was in the mood to party, sometimes she let herself go a bit too much. Seeing as there were were a lot of blanks to fill in her memory, she guessed yesterday had been one of those nights.
“Don’t you press play again,” EunKyung threatened with a wooden spoon. Kyungsoo was currently holding her phone hostage, audio setting on max, his thumb hovering over the screen of her phone where a video was currently put on pause.
“Oh my God, I swear I’ll make you die a cruel death Do Kyungsoo,” she said as his thumb touched her phone screen and noise started to emanate from it.
“Why hello there,” her slurred voice said, moving away from her as Kyungsoo evaded her flailing arms. “I just met this amazing guy, he’s seriously really dreamy and amazing and he saved me and he’s taking me home right now. He’s a total knight in shining armor, I swear. Say hii!"
The brunette didn’t have to see the video to know what the screen was showing, she’d watched it in mortified silence enough times while Kyungsoo’s hangover soup was brewing. Right about now, the camera would pan to a wider view, zooming out to show two people instead of one as she extended her arm in the video. Her cheeks would be tinted an obvious pink, even in the bad lighting the streetlamps projected, and the camera angle made it obvious the boy in question was giving her a piggy back ride.
As Kyungsoo had described, he was a handsome guy. He had an angular face, pointed ears, and defined features, although slightly strained from carrying her. From the street name she could decipher in the background and the fact she knew she had been at The Eve, also supposing he had carried her from there to here, he must have been carrying her for what could’ve easily been twenty minutes, yet he didn’t seem to be complaining. His brown hair was tussled in a way he managed to pull off and, from the upper body she could see and the bits of memories she had managed to scavenge, she could tell his build was pretty muscular. Maybe it had played a part in him not being red-faced, but then again that feat seemed to play more on the cardio aspect than the muscular one. She had spent a lot of time trying to piece things together and analysing.
"Hi,” he greeted the camera, stopping on the sidewalk to stabilize her, free an arm, and wave at her phone. “Nice to meet you."
Had EunKyung been in his position her smile probably would’ve been forced, but his seemed genuine, white teeth shining. "You’ll have to get that camera out of my face though,” he said, as he turned his head to look at her from the corner of his eye, “I have to put you down while I hail a taxi."
"Alrighty,” video her said with a pout. “I guess we have to say bye bye to the angel for now.” As they waved on screen, the angle dropped to show a low angle of them, close to the white fabric of his dress shirt; then the image froze, the sound of passing cars stopping all at once.
“If you blackmail me with this, know I will spill all of your dirty secrets to Jaehee,” EunKyung threatened once she reached Kyungsoo, unfortunately too late to stop the video from playing.
“Truce, truce,” he repeated, one hand up, the other handing her her phone. “Let’s not break our friendship vows, alright?"
"Only if you promise never to bring this video back,” she said, pointing a finger at him while she took her phone back. “Deal?"
"Deal,” he hurriedly said, hoping to let go of the subject drop as fast as possible. The secrets they shared were harmless, but he wasn’t quite ready to spill all of them to his girlfriend, even if they had been together for a little over a year now. “Let’s settle down for soup, ramen and Netflix and forget about this for now."
"So, how was your spring break?” Chanyeol’s best friend asked, sitting down in the seat beside his. His eyes were bright, as bubbly as his personality was, even on this early Monday morning.
He was wearing a thin, form-fitting turtleneck that showed off the muscles he gained from being on the baseball team and faded jeans to top the effortlessly good-looking look that was typical of Byun Baekhyun.
“Who is she?” He asked before Chanyeol could answer, stressing the last word as he looked at his friend’s phone screen.
“Um, Cara Delevigne, you uncultured swine?” He replied with a raised eyebrow, showing his friend his lock screen. “I thought you knew your models."
"I didn’t mean her,” the blond scoffed, taking the phone out of the taller’s hands, accessing his home screen. “I meant her."
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