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Baekhyun and Chanyeol are best friends since birth. Born in the same neighborhood, playing on the same playground, going to the same school, they did everything together. And as all cliche goes, one of them falls.
"Hey Yeol! You want to hang out today at McDonald's?" Baekhyun, with his bright smiles and pretty pleading eyes, asks."Is that even a question? Of course I do! After this week, my brain's dead. I need to pig out." Chanyeol dreamily sighs with the thought of burger, fries and coke to forget all their exams the past week. "Yay!" Baekhyun hopped dragging Chanyeol by his hand towards their favorite hang out place.
"Oh look! They have BFF fries, let's order that one.""Sure." Chanyeol agreed thinking there's really nothing wrong with sharing the same box of fries. Really.
Except. Now that they're sharing fries, sitting side by side, hands brushing lightly every now and then, Chanyeol thinks maybe it was a bad idea. His heart is fluttering every second Baekhyun reaches out for a fry, his mind goes haywire with just the thought of Baekhyun being this close to him. Not that they haven't been close before but he wasn't aware of his feelings then. Then, he attributed it to hunger, to their close friendship. But now, now he knows he won't feel this way with Sehun, who he's close friends with too, nor with Jongin who he always says he admires. Hunger won't ever feel this way. It's always gonna be only with Baekhyun. His best friend.
"Hey, are you ok?" Baekhyun asked while waving a hand in front of Chanyeol's face.Chanyeol blinked and smiled at his friend. "I'm ok. No need to worry." He covered the blush on his face by reaching out for a fry. Slowly, he sees Baekhyun reach out for the same fry. Unknowingly, he reaches out for the fry only to grab Baekhyun's hand instead. Baekhyun laughs but stops when Chanyeol is still not letting his hand go. "Yeol?" "I...I wanna share more than fries with you." "Huh?""Give you my share of fries always. And my share of anything that you want." Chanyeol continues holding Baekhyun's hand but having a far away look on his face. "I want to sit beside you everyday, holding you hand just like this." Chanyeol finally looks at Baekhyun, shocking him with the intensity of his gaze."I like you. A lot." Chanyeol dips his head and kisses Baekhyun lightly. Lips softly touching, hearts slowly beating.
"I think the fries had too much salt that day." Baekhyun teased Chanyeol earning him a pout from his...wait for it...boyfriend.
"Yeah, I was probably drunk spouting nonsense about sharing fries with you.""Like you would share your fries with me." "I'd share anything with you, my life if you want.""But not the fries." "Nope, not the fries." The both of them laughs. Chanyeol gets a fry from their boxes and boxes of fries and feeds it to Baekhyun. "I'm willing to share one if you'll tell me how much you love me." "Make that two and I'll show you." "Deal."
A/N: sorry?hahaha result of no sleep. also, sorry for the late post.
They met over a cup of coffee. Chanyeol meets a lot of people over a cup of coffee. He works night shift at the starbucks near his place for the past year. He considers himself a good barista. Mixing, blending, brewing coffee one cup a second. But one particular day, he must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He's been mixing up orders left and right. The latest one being a caramel latte to a caramel frappe.
"Excuse me. Here's your...Baekhyun?" Chanyeol thought this day couldn't get any worse, apparently it could.
"Oh, hi...ugh I have to go." Baekhyun runs away.
Baekhyun arrived at his dorm, panting. He shoves the coffee to his roommate Jongdae and slumps in bed.
"Oh great my coffee's here." Jongdae takes a sip and chokes on it.
"This isn't a caramel latte, Baekhyun! It's frappe and it's milk based and how am I supposed to stay awake when I don't have coffee in my system." He slaps Baekhyun on the shoulder but the other isn't budging from his place in bed.
"I don't know." He mumbled against his pillows.
"You're weird. Something happened." Jongdae sipped his caffeine free drink.
"It's nothing." He looked up and gave Jongdae a fake smile.
"It's not nothing. If I didn't know any better I'd say you saw a ghost...oh wait you did didn't you?" Jongdae gasped. "It's that tall gorgeous guy you've been pining for. So what you saw him and then what?"
"He run away. Just like that?" Jongin snaps his finger and starts laughing at his friend.
"It's not funny." Chanyeol, exhasperated, put his face on his hands. "I...why does he always run away."
"You know, when someone runs away, maybe you should chase after them." Jongin advices.
"Well, obviously he doesn't want me to or he would have not run away from me for the 10th time I've seen him since that night happened." Chanyeol thinks it was the best night of his life, Baekhyun obviously wants to forget.
"Sorry bro, I can't answer that only tinkerbell can."
"Can you not call him that?"
"Why not?"
"His ears are not that big." Baekhyun protests.
"Still dumbo fits doesn't it." Jongdae playfully rolls his eyes. "Why don't you talk to him anyway? Running away here and there."
"Because...because, I don't know. Whenever I see him I remember that night and the way he run out of my room after like he was being chased by flying monkeys."
"Well, dumbo really is a dumb-o isn't he?"
"Shut up."
"You have to talk to him someday you know."
"I know."
"Hi, caramel latte please." Baekhyun is fidgeting where he stands.
"Chanyeol, one caramel latte." The cashier shouts back to the tall guy working at the back.
"That would be 5.50. Name please?"
"Baekhyun." The cashier wrote his name on the cup and handed it to Chanyeol.
"One caramel latte for..." Chanyeol looked at the cup and froze. "Baekhyun."
"Hi." Baekhyun smiles nervously at the guy he keeps on dreaming about.
Chanyeol hands over the cup slowly and when Baekhyun took the cup from him, he grabs the other's wrist.
"Please, don't run away."
"I...I wasn't."
"Kyung...5 minutes." Chanyeol, with his grip still on Baekhyun, turned to the cashier and took off his apron. Running around the counter to where Baekhyun was standing with his latte in hand, dragging him to the staff room.
"Baekhyun, was it really that awful that you had to run away everytime we see each other?" Chanyeol, suddenly nervous now that the two of them are alone, asked softly.
"What?" Baekhyun shook his head no. "No, I was going to ask you the same thing! You run away so fast after so I thought it must have been so awful for you to hate it so much."
"I didn't hate it." Chanyeol walked closer to Baekhyun. "That night was so beautiful, so perfect. I didn't run away because I hated it, I run away because I had a class at 7am and I was still staring at you sleep. I left a note, didn't you see it?"
"No, I didn't." Baekhyun looked down at his hands. He's so close to crying now that he knows Chanyeol doesn't hate it.
"So what now?"
"I don't know. I guess..." Baekhyun's words were muffled by the lips that suddenly were on his.
Chanyeol grabbed on to Baekhyun tight. His hands were roaming around under Baekhyun's shirt.
"Chanyeol." Baekhyun moaned.
"Baekhyun, I lo..."
Summary: They gave Chanyeol a Budae Jjigae instead ofa Kimchi Jjigae, series of unfortunate happenings take place and Chanyeol thinks he’s going to puke.
Quite a refreshing way of catching your crush’s attention, indeed.
He rings the bell once and touches the screen.
Stop being a pussy and go approach him, Park Chanyeol.
He smiles at the customer and bids the latter good bye politely with a ‘Thank you for coming, sir!’
No. No I can’t.
He cracks his neck then rolls his shoulders, eyes closed.
Nonsense! Go talk to him!
Chanyeol slams the unused silver chopsticks on the table in agitation.
If I do, I’ll puke right in front of him and he will hate me forever and I will die in shame!
He turns around and enters the kitchen place.
You haven’t even tried! It’s five minutes to closing time again! Don’t wait for him to shoo you again toni—
“Sir?”
Chanyeol jolts, immediately standing up, causing the table, along with all the glasses on it, to shake and the fluids to spill.
“Oh my god—“ The young waitress exclaims, stepping back to avoid getting soaked as well. “Sir, are you okay?”
“I—“ Chanyeol panics and looks around, eyes wary of a certain figure he prays won’t show up at the current time. “I’m fine! I’m fine! I—I’m sorry for the mess I’ve done, oh my God.” Chanyeol began to hastily wipe the table cloth and fix the silverwares in an attempt to put everything back to normal and not make it seem like he just made a total idiot of himself. “I didn’t mean to—“
“Hey, Yumi! What happened?”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen, his heartbeat hastens, his breath hitches and he’s starting to feel dizzy.
“It’s nothing to worry about, oppah. Just a minor—“
Said ‘oppah’ averts his eyes to him.
…
…….
???!!!!
He’s looking. At. Me.
Chanyeol’s going to puke. Feeling the bile threatening to rise up his throat, Chanyeol covers his mouth with both his hands, eyes wide as they look at the man walking hastily towards them with worry written all over his face.
“Sir, are you okay?”
Holy moly he’s pretty face is so close!
And he’s never been this close to him before.
No, Chanyeol is definitely going to faint before he can even puke. He’s sure of it.
“Sir—“
“I’m fine!” Chanyeol screeches before he realizes that he just yelled right at the face of the man he’s been having a crush on.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” He yells as he zooms out of the restaurant.
Chanyeol promised to never return to that restaurant ever again.
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People say that promises are meant to be broken. Well, Chanyeol never really meant that promise anyway. But he did make it up to a few weeks of not showing up in that certain restaurant. He still didn’t have a face to show to that waitress and the man he’s been crushing on since forever after what happened that night.
It’ll only take weeks and they would forget how he looks like already and he can show up again like a total stranger. He can go back to eating his favourite Kimchi Jjigae as he savours the sight of his crush working behind the counter.
Perfect. His plan is brilliant.
Chanyeol pats his shoulder twice with a triumphant grin on his face.
Stopping in front of the very familiar glass door, Chanyeol inhales and fixes his coat before confidently pushing the door open.
The familiar scent of his favourite restaurant reaches his nose and Chanyeol smiles. He’s so ready for yet another series of days subtly staring at the man behind the counter. Last time was a total disaster; he blew off his ‘college student’-cover up. Now he’ll just have to be careful to not blow off his ‘rich man-cover’.
With a whiff of confidence, he makes his way to the corner where his favourite table is. It’s the most convenient area because not only does he get to watch his crush but it also hides him from public view, making it more a convenient place for stalking.
Chanyeol cackles in his head.
That whiff of confidence cracks a bit as Chanyeol grumbles while taking a seat somewhere else because someone has already taken his place. It’s still too early for any customers to be coming in. Usually—or three weeks ago, he’d be the only customer for an hour or so. It gives him a sense of peace… while he stalks the guy at the counter.
One of the many things that he likes about this man is that he smiles a lot, white pearl teeth showing as he does, making it seem like there’s a light illuminating him. That’s how Chanyeol sees him every time he smiles, which is most of the time. It’s like the man is permanently glowing.
That morning is different though; the glow is not there anymore.
Chanyeol rests his face on an open palm, elbows on the table as he stares at his crush. He’s not smiling even though the sun outside is shining so bright and it’s too early to be upset. The man’s eyes do not shine like they do anymore; he keeps his stern look as he answers to the customers’ order.
He was gone for only three weeks, how did this much change happen so quickly?
“Excuse me, sir, here’s your order..”
Chanyeol flinches, eyes quickly averting to the man in front of him with a tray.
“Thank you,” Chanyeol replies, eyes back to the man behind the cashier.
It’s not Kimchi Jjigae.
Chanyeol stares at the foreign food in front of him. It’s Budae Jjigae. They gave him the wrong dish.
Chanyeol fidgets in his seat. He could endure this and just eat the food but then again someone could be waiting for this dish. Gathering his courage again, Chanyeol presses the red button on the center of the table.
A minute has passed. This can’t wait any longer, the food’s getting cold and none of the waiters came to answer to his call. He could go to the counter and ask the man behind it, Ahemm, his crush, to help him but that’s too much risk he’s not willing to take. He could end up embarrassing himself again and—wait.
Didn’t he take a three-week break from this restaurant to gather up his courage for emergency situations like this?
Right, Chanyeol thinks to himself as he nods, I’ll go there and casually talk to him and try not to puke in front of him and coolly tell him they served me the wrong dish.
Chanyeol pushes himself up, hands visibly trembling as he looks at the man he likes who’s still frowning.
No, Chanyeol, don’t do it. You had a hard time trying to make them remember. Who knows how much longer you’ll have to disappear for them to forget about your face.
Chanyeol stares down at his hands. He’s literally shaking. He needs to hold something.
Look at his face. He’s frowning, Chanyeol. He hates you already. Don’t go, save your life and just run for—
Chanyeol continues walking to the counter with wobbly legs, completely ignoring what his brain keeps telling him.
“Uhm… Excuse me…”
Chanyeol curses in his head at the way his voice squeaks at the end, feeling his cheeks heat up. Is he blushing? He must be blushing. He should just run away now before it’s too late.
It takes a fleeting second but time seemed to slow down in Chanyeol’s head as he stares at the brunette turn his attention to him.
Chanyeol gulps.
The brunette only stares at him, face devoid of any emotion.
And he waits and waits and damn it, he’s too nervous and he’s feeling sick again—
He smiles.
“It’s you.”
He’s smiling at me.
“I thought I’d never see you again here.”
He’s talking to me.
“So what made you finally come over to the counter?”
He’s asking me something.
“Erm, you might want to close that mouth,” the brunette says again, chuckling as he does.
Chanyeol’s heart leaps out of his chest and runs away screaming bloody mary—He’s even imagining things now.
“Park-ssi?”
Chanyeol gasps.
He’s still talking to me!
Chanyeol’s too busy gaping and trying to process the fact that his crush is talking to him and smiling at him to even try to understand what the latter had been saying.
“I-it’s not Kimchi Jjigae..”
Chanyeol’s eyes are still wide open, mouth still ajar as he lifts up the bowl in his hands.
“Oh, I see.” Chanyeol watches as the brunette’s eyes flicker down to his hands before it went back to meeting his’ again and smiles.
The brunette’s smile is so much more beautiful up close.
Damn, I should’ve done this earlier.
“I apologize for the mistake, Park-ssi. I’ll go have them change it.”
Chanyeol thinks he’s going to fall into coma the moment the brunette took the bowl in his hands, their fingers lightly brushing against each other. He’s too taken aback to realize that the latter addressed him by his family name, to ponder on why the latter know of it when they have never talked before this. Nor was he able to notice the blush that crept over the brunette’s cheeks and the way his smiles at that moment are by far the brightest he must have seen from the other.
Chanyeol stalks the brunette on most occasions but despite that he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know a lot of stuff about the brunette.
He doesn’t know that he’s the reason the brunette’s smile disappeared for quite some time because of him not showing up for weeks. He also doesn’t know that the brunette has already stalked his sns and actually stares at him whenever he’s not looking, or that these all happened before Chanyeol developed his little crush on the brunette.
But maybe, he’ll know these soon.
“I’m Byun Baekhyun by the way,” the brunette says with a smile that makes him glow like an angel as he hands the bowl of, finally, Kimchi Jjigae to the gaping customer.
It’s now Chanyeol that brushes his fingers against the other’s.
“Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol.”
Byun Baekhyun grins, he knows that already.
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Author ‘s Note:
I’m seriously hoping this is fluffy enough. And I’m sorry to the fanartist(I think I know who, though. I think.) for I know I didn’t do your fanart any justice. I did try my best so please accept my love! /crawls away/
guys! my first fan art for the wot fandom (or any fandom for that matter! isn't he beautiful? obviously i'm talented enough to be going to a performing and visual arts school. OBVIOUSLY. (lol i did this all on my phone. it took me 50 minutes and let me just say it's HARD drawing on an iphone with your thumb)
