genre : i’d say mostly ?? fluff ?? but angst if u squint
warnings : mild sexual content (making out and all that jazz but no Actual Sex) , baekhan’s an overly emotional horny bitch , chanseong doesn’t know how to properly process feelings , it’s just kind of a disaster !
words : 2.5k
[ 2017 ]
if you’d asked baekhan how he’d landed someone like yoon chanseong in college, he would’ve had no clue. part of him still doesn’t understand it today.
chanseong was that kind of guy that everyone got along with. you know the ones, the ones who present themselves as so charming and down to earth that it’s impossible to not get along with them? that was chanseong in a nutshell, and the only connection baekhan had to him was one class in which they sat next to each other (that chanseong mostly slept through anyway). he found that watching the sleeping figure next to him was much more interesting than listening to the droning professor. that was the only time he ever recalled looking forward to that class.
now, without making this sound too much like a badly written bad boy x shy guy wattpad novel, as it always goes, baekhan was dragged to an off campus party by a mutual friend one night, and sometime during that night, they got introduced to each other. baekhan vividly remembered his first thought about him being something along the lines of, “he looks like the type of guy to say offensive slurs when he’s drunk and only gets girls to fall for him because of his looks” which, he realizes now, may not have been super far off (except for the offensive slurs part, at least to his knowledge). but god, his head was spinning so hard under the deafening music and colourful lights, baekhan was willing to take such a risk.
“so...” chanseong started as he leaned over the side of the armchair he was sitting on, getting almost uncomfortably close to baekhan’s face, “what’s your name?”
“yes,” baekhan answered immediately.
he laughed, “sounds... exotic. alright, now what’s actually your name.”
“right,” baekhan mentally punched himself (more than once), “not right- that’s not my name, my name is baekhan. we have a class together.”
“do we?” chanseong said, raising his eyebrows, “which one?”
“the one that you sleep through every day,” baekhan snorted, “we sit next to each other and i swear- every time i look over, you’re passed out.”
chanseong shrugged, “i don’t need that class anyway, it’s boring.” baekhan noticed how the taller boy’s gaze trailed up and down what he could see of baekhan’s body (respectfully) despite his particularly unflattering outfit (loose jeans- cuffed obviously- and a t-shirt probably four sizes too big- any fitted outfit on a day he was going out to eat was a big no-no for him!).
“so what do you have in there?” chanseong asked, gesturing to the plastic cup baekhan held in his lap, “anything exciting?”
“whiskey,” baekhan answered without thought, naming the first alcoholic drink that came to mind. it wasn’t whiskey, it was sprite, plain sprite. but yoon chanseong was hot, and he wanted to appeal to what seemed to be his type.
chanseong stifled a chuckle. “sure,” he said, leaning over a little more to look at the contents of his cup. it definitely wasn’t whiskey, he wasn’t stupid, but he appreciated the effort either way. “come on- get up, let me get you an actual drink.”
“and why on earth would i do that?”
he shrugged, “you look like you need some loosening up, you know? just like-“ he put his hand on baekhan’s shoulder, “relax a bit, you’re so tense.”
baekhan involuntarily lowered his shoulders a little bit, “do i look like the type of person who needs loosening up?”
“definitely.”
he scoffed, taking a sip of his not whiskey, “i like how you think you know what i need.”
“oh, i think i do,” chanseong retorted in a different, lower tone of voice, looking at baekhan with an expression of such confidence it made baekhan choke on his drink a little. chanseong smirked, sparing glances at baekhan’s lips, and the other seemed to catch on quite quickly.
baekhan awoke the next morning with a pounding headache in a bed that definitely wasn’t his.
“oh god,” he mumbled, immediately panicking and sitting up in bed. only then did he look down and notice that he wasn’t the only one in the bed. who would be sleeping soundly next to him but none other than yoon chanseong!
of course. of course drunken baekhan would get into a situation like this! and now slightly more sober (and very hungover) baekhan had to deal with it.
in his still half asleep state, surprisingly he could remember a good chunk of the events of the previous night, but most of it revolved around the two of them crashing through chanseong’s dorm room door in the early hours of the morning, making out fervidly and bumping into multiple pieces of furniture on their way to the bed. a lot of making out, baekhan definitely got pinned to the wall a few times, and whew, that’s enough of that! baekhan wasn’t sure he wanted to remember much more.
he only panicked more when chanseong stirred beside him.
when he inevitably woke up from baekhan’s hungover panicking, the latter was already out of bed plucking his clothes off the floor. the two made eye contact for a brief second, and baekhan immediately covered himself with his shirt.
“...baek?” chanseong mumbled, and oh god, the raspiness of his just woken up voice was hot.
“you remembered my name?” baekhan asked with genuine surprise.
chanseong scoffed, “of course i did, how could i forget? how could i forget you?”
baekhan didn’t know why that made his face flush. maybe it was the headache. maybe it was the fact that yoon chanseong was one of the most beautiful men he’d seen in any of his classes thus far, and he’d just woken up in the same bed as him and he remembered baekhan’s name. he honestly hoped it was the former, feelings in general weren’t his strong suit.
“do you know where my pants are?” baekhan asked instead of saying something hot back. he immediately cringed and mentally kicked himself in the shins.
but chanseong just laughed softly in response, “my guess would be somewhere...” he leaned over the side of the bed, gesturing at the rest of the clothes that had been carelessly thrown about the floor, “...somewhere around here.”
“oh... probably,” baekhan looked down at the several articles of clothing near his feet, “guess we weren’t very neat.”
chanseong shrugged loosely, “i’m a student, i live in filth, i don’t really care.”
baekhan chuckled, not registering that sentence as as much of a turn off as it would usually be, especially as he was always a particularly anal type of person (not THAT type of anal).
“so do you have anything going on today?” chanseong asked, still looking at baekhan (who was now on the floor searching for his pants) from the bed.
baekhan glanced up at him for a second, “...why?”
“just wondering, you seem like you’re in a rush.”
“oh! no, i’m not i just don’t wanna- inconvenience you i can be on my way now-“
“no, no, don’t worry about it,” chanseong reached out his arm, “it’s a long weekend, d’you think i’ve got anything going on?”
baekhan paused, then reluctantly replied, “good point,” avoiding eye contact with the male on the bed more out of sheer awkwardness than anything by instead gathering his clothes from the floor. but then, in true chanseong fashion, he said something that made baekhan immediately look at him.
“...care for a round two?”
baekhan’s head shot back around to meet chanseong’s, and the smirk on his face reminded him of the previous night, remembering the phrase “i think i do”, in particular quite vividly, in response to- who knows, probably something stupid that slipped past baekhan’s lips.
but inevitably, baekhan decided if he was ever anything more than paranoid, he was horny.
“oh why the hell not,” he declared, immediately climbing back into bed and mashing their lips together.
baekhan wasn’t sure how him and chanseong became more than just a one night stand, but it’s not like he didn’t mind.
but what kind of “more” were they, exactly? that’s where the two male’s opinions were slightly divided. unbeknownst to chanseong, who had more of an unspoken but very obvious in his actions “no feelings” sort of attitude when it came to them hanging out for the first while, baekhan genuinely wanted more.
they had a slight routine, meet up somewhere when their schedules let them, maybe go out somewhere, whether it was to hang out or get something to eat, and more often than not, they’d end up at one of their dorm rooms later that night, and- for lack of a better term- fuck. did baekhan enjoy this routine? ...not necessarily, but if he was spending time with chanseong, then he didn’t mind.
“i’m exhausted,” baekhan groaned, putting his feet up on the ottoman in front of him. that night, they were at chanseong’s dorm, and they’d ordered food and were about to put a movie on (baekhan’s idea), a calm night in at the end of the week, which baekhan liked quite a bit more than the same party scene every friday night.
chanseong laughed through his nose, “what did you do today?”
“oh god,” baekhan started, “i had to do this, like, dance thing at training today, and oh my god i’m horrible at dancing!” he laughed loudly, throwing his head back before continuing, “there’s a couple other trainees helping me, if i couldn’t sing i’d be a lost cause, i swear to god!”
“what-“ baekhan’s face fell when he saw chanseong’s confused expression, “training?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.
baekhan’s eyes went wide, “did i not- oh my god! i forgot to tell you! i’m training at this company, i’m gonna be a singer!”
“and you’ve never told me this?”
“i’m sorry! i forgot!” baekhan exclaimed, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling brightly. “isn’t it exciting though? that’s why i’m always busy outside of class!”
chanseong nodded, “i’ve been busy too, i didn’t really notice,” he chuckled, “and it seems like it makes you really happy too.”
baekhan raised his eyebrows, “what’ve you been busy with? partying?”
“i attend more than one class, y’know,” chanseong flopped down onto the couch next to baekhan, who immediately snaked an arm around the taller boy’s waist.
“sure,” he gently cupped chanseong’s face in his hands before pulling him in for a quick kiss. “and you’re right, it does make me happy,” pulling him in again, their bodies were pressed against each other as they kissed passionately right there on the couch.
“and so do you,” baekhan said wistfully, breaking into a huge smile when they both pulled apart. he felt chanseong tense up under his touch at those words but before he could even register it he pulled the taller boy back in, who eventually eased up into another messy but fervid kiss.
alas, baekhan can’t always get what he wants.
he could barely see chanseong in the pale moonlight cascading through his bedroom window, although he could feel his body heat, which was arguably much more comforting.
he scooted closer into chanseong’s side, arms wrapped around his waist and his head near the crook of the taller boy’s neck. chanseong had told him, a few weeks prior, that he wasn’t a big fan of cuddling, but he stopped fighting it a while ago. which made baekhan think he changed his mind, or he just gave up trying to resist. both seemed pretty realistic.
“channie...?” baekhan mumbled into the darkness, and he felt chanseong’s head move slightly above him.
“yeah?”
“remember that night? at the party when we first met?”
“what about it?”
baekhan shrugged, “i dunno, actually, i’m just thinking about it for some reason.” he really just wanted to keep chanseong up with something to talk to, because he didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. “why did you- like- i guess what i’m trying to say is why me? there were so many people at that party- and they’re all hotter than me.”
chanseong snickered, “you’ve gotta stop being so insecure, you’re pretty. you’ve got a nice body, like- your waist and your-“
“aah! stop you’re gonna make me blush!” baekhan’s words were mumbled by him burying his face into chanseong’s chest.
the taller boy chuckled and said, “i mean i’m just stating facts.”
he sighed in contempt, laying there in silence with his head comfortably nestled under chanseong’s chin. it had only been- a few weeks? months, maybe? since they’d properly met, but it had began to feel so natural that it didn’t feel like it. chanseong felt like an old friend, and every time baekhan remembered they’d barely known each other half a year, he wondered if chanseong felt a similar way.
which is why, maybe, he was so comfortable being affectionate with him.
“i love you.”
it didn’t feel like it, but by the way baekhan felt chanseong immediately tense up, he realized that was the first time he’d ever said it.
after a few seconds of tension filled silence, chanseong sat up and said, “you know, i should probably be going home now.”
baekhan’s heart dropped almost immediately. he followed chanseong, sitting up with him with the false hope that he could somehow convince the taller boy to stay. “hey, hey, why so sudden?” he asked softly, taking a light grip on his arm.
“i just,” chanseong looked back, an unreadable expression on his face, “i’ve got stuff to do tomorrow, and i just remembered.”
“oh.”
“yeah...” he nodded awkwardly, and stood up with no further hesitation, baekhan followed, intending to walk him out.
“hang out tomorrow? when you’re not busy?” baekhan asked, standing behind chanseong who already had his hand on the doorknob.
chanseong looked back, and nodded quickly with a, “yeah, of course.”
and with that, he left without another word, leaving baekhan standing at the front door, dumbfounded.
baekhan usually welcomed the night sky with open arms, eager to succumb to her even on her coldest nights. sugar spilt over a black marble tabletop, just barely glowing in the pale moonlight, bringing a sense of odd comfort when darkness engulfed the city. yet, tonight, he lied awake for what was realistically just an hour or two, but felt like an unbearable eternity.
but, later that night when baekhan was finally almost succumbing to the night’s call, he realized.
