crush (what a rush); baekyeol
Title: Crush (what a rush)
Rating: pg13 for minor swearing
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: unbetaed #idontknowhowtogrammar
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Summary: Baekhyun is not really a famous idol, but a teenage girl with a crush on his bodyguard. ( prequel)
Byun Baekhyun browses idly through allkpop’s last featured article, ‘Byun the next Bieber?’, failing to hide his chagrin at the title choice. Chanyeol, Mr. Park, reminds him his traitorous mind in a conceited, know-it-all voice, throws an unreadable glance at the backside mirror at hearing Baekhyun’s moan of despair, but other than that he keeps driving smoothly. Manager Do doesn’t even raise his eyes from his smartphone’s screen.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Kyungsoo,” whines Baekhyun, kicking his feet like a child, “why haven’t we charged them yet? They said I’m the next Justin Bieber!”
Kyungsoo claims to be making adjustments to Baekhyun’s packed as hell schedule, but he’s probably just playing Candy Crush because he’s a perfectionist psycho and Baekhyun knows he has the schedule ready and perfect three days in advance. He keeps ignoring his singer, despite Baekhyun’s increasing loudness. This level must be tough.
Baekhyun wails a little and dives on the other side of the spacious limousine to drown in his own desperation.
Chanyeol’s eyes meet his for a brief moment before the light turns green, and Baekhyun could swear his driver slash bodyguard is laughing. It’s short, but it makes his heart bolt.
There are days when Baekhyun is hopeful. Those are his best days.
It's when he's confident, strong, purposefully sliding his hands over Chanyeol's sides when the taller man gets close to help him out of the van. He secretly enjoys the look of utter embarrassment that crosses Chanyeol’s features at Baekhyun’s inappropriate touches. It's when Baekhyun is flirty and smiley and wears way too much make up, but he can see Chanyeol's gaze faltering when it meets his own, and the light blush that covers Chanyeol’s his face at Baekhyun's catwalk on the red carpet is worth the pain of getting called a slut in tomorrow's newspaper.
There are also hopeless days, when Chanyeol won't even look back to him as he escorts him safely to whatever event he has to be present at. Baekhyun enjoys the firm strength of Chanyeol's arm around his shoulders, screening him from noisy fans, but he would prefer that arm to be curled with a little more force, he'd like to see Park Chanyeol being protective over him because it's him, not because it's his fucking job.
He takes what he gets, and nobody can say he doesn’t try. Like when he purposefully flirts with his female co-host and the female population of the entire state get jealous, but Chanyeol doesn't even look at him as he excuses himself into a long phone call that lasts the entire show, leaving no time for him to see Baekhyun's pitiful attempt to grab his attention.
There are also the so and so days, when everything is shitty and his job becomes too much, and even Chanyeol's stone heart is moved and he sits near Baekhyun glaring at whoever tries to disturb his precious five minutes of sleep. If it wasn't for that silent, gentle act Baekhyun isn’t sure he would’ve been always able to go through his schedule.
Baekhyun doesn't know what Chanyeol thinks. It's too difficult to get some alone time with the other man, but Baekhyun would really like to have a little talk with him. He would like to try to ask Chanyeol if this, what he thinks they have, it's really meaningful. If there’s a this to begin with.
Maybe the blushes, the sideway glances, the angry, jealous stares that Baekhyun hopes he's not just making up in his mind, maybe, maybe those are just a fluke, the natural consequence of his flirting. Maybe he can make Chanyeol bothered and flustered with calibrated smiles and the right exposure of his collarbones, but if at the end of the day the other man is not even remotely interested in him beyond physical appearance it's all useless. He doesn't want it to be a merely physical thing.
His job has been the best teacher at the subject of love. When you're famous and rich, everyone wants you for the persona you are. In Baekhyun's business, it's a luxury to have someone to know the real you, but after all of this time he thinks Chanyeol does. He knows Chanyeol does, but other than knowing him well, does he like Baekhyun the way Baekhyun likes him too?
It’s a problem. If Baekhyun really wanted to fuck someone it would be easy to find a willing participant, but Baekhyun is the teen girl with a crush on his bodyguard and he wants the majestic romance. He wants Chanyeol and raindrops and a bed with red rose petals scattered all over the pillows.
So he wears his tightest pants to see if this time his bodyguard will bother to look at him, and steps on Chanyeol' s foot when he feels him staring, because it's not right of Chanyeol to take notice of him only when he's dressed to kill. Ok, maybe he's blushing and secretly swooning, but he wants Chanyeol to look at him like he's a sexy god even with bare face and puffy eyes.
Sometimes Baekhyun wants nothing more than to give up because his character is a well-built dream made to make fangirls scream, but without the powerful advertising, the smoking hot make up and perfectly tailored outfits, he's nothing special. No one was interested in him before his debut and why would someone notice the real him even now? Without the idol, he's boring and unattractive and his heart is going to be broken for the thousandth time before he realizes that with a job like the one he does you're not really supposed to have a heart.
He won't give up though, because Chanyeol hears him softly swearing when the cream jar falls on the he ground and enters his bedroom, like fucking breaks in the room kicking the door with an alarmed look on his face, and for a moment they stay there, staring.
Baekhyun holds tight the hems of his night vest in embarrassment, trying to survive the urge to cover his bare face. Chanyeol just stares and splutters something. In the end, he bows and apologizes. It's awkward. They starts to collect the pieces of the jar and their hands touch. Baekhyun jumps, his heart stops. He ends up with a bleeding finger.
Chanyeol smiles before he leaves, and his face is red. Around Baekhyun's finger is wrapped a hello kitty band-aid, probably courtesy of Tao's last visit. Chanyeol had laughed while putting it on, and patted the finger affectionately before bidding him goodnight.
Baekhyun is never giving up on his crush.
Hold tight >>
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N/A: this is yesterday night's work. 2AM brings the worst out of me, really.
Inspired by this, and the title is from David Archuleta's 'Crush'.
I kinda need a beta because mine is in Korea to shape up her future, and she already has a 40k fic to save from my desperate un-english. I'm new in this fandom, and you can clearly see that my writing is pretty awkward, so if you can help, or if you know someone who has a little spare time to be my beta, or if you just feel like chatting with a fellow psycho exotic, just contact me ♥ this is my tumblr btw.
Thank you for reading ♥
Rating: pg13 for minor swearing
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warning: unbetaed #idontknowhowtogrammar
Disclaimer: EXO belongs to themselves and SME
Summary: Baekhyun is not really a famous idol, but a teenage girl with a crush on his bodyguard. ( prequel)
Byun Baekhyun browses idly through allkpop’s last featured article, ‘Byun the next Bieber?’, failing to hide his chagrin at the title choice. Chanyeol, Mr. Park, reminds him his traitorous mind in a conceited, know-it-all voice, throws an unreadable glance at the backside mirror at hearing Baekhyun’s moan of despair, but other than that he keeps driving smoothly. Manager Do doesn’t even raise his eyes from his smartphone’s screen.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Kyungsoo,” whines Baekhyun, kicking his feet like a child, “why haven’t we charged them yet? They said I’m the next Justin Bieber!”
Kyungsoo claims to be making adjustments to Baekhyun’s packed as hell schedule, but he’s probably just playing Candy Crush because he’s a perfectionist psycho and Baekhyun knows he has the schedule ready and perfect three days in advance. He keeps ignoring his singer, despite Baekhyun’s increasing loudness. This level must be tough.
Baekhyun wails a little and dives on the other side of the spacious limousine to drown in his own desperation.
Chanyeol’s eyes meet his for a brief moment before the light turns green, and Baekhyun could swear his driver slash bodyguard is laughing. It’s short, but it makes his heart bolt.
There are days when Baekhyun is hopeful. Those are his best days.
It's when he's confident, strong, purposefully sliding his hands over Chanyeol's sides when the taller man gets close to help him out of the van. He secretly enjoys the look of utter embarrassment that crosses Chanyeol’s features at Baekhyun’s inappropriate touches. It's when Baekhyun is flirty and smiley and wears way too much make up, but he can see Chanyeol's gaze faltering when it meets his own, and the light blush that covers Chanyeol’s his face at Baekhyun's catwalk on the red carpet is worth the pain of getting called a slut in tomorrow's newspaper.
There are also hopeless days, when Chanyeol won't even look back to him as he escorts him safely to whatever event he has to be present at. Baekhyun enjoys the firm strength of Chanyeol's arm around his shoulders, screening him from noisy fans, but he would prefer that arm to be curled with a little more force, he'd like to see Park Chanyeol being protective over him because it's him, not because it's his fucking job.
He takes what he gets, and nobody can say he doesn’t try. Like when he purposefully flirts with his female co-host and the female population of the entire state get jealous, but Chanyeol doesn't even look at him as he excuses himself into a long phone call that lasts the entire show, leaving no time for him to see Baekhyun's pitiful attempt to grab his attention.
There are also the so and so days, when everything is shitty and his job becomes too much, and even Chanyeol's stone heart is moved and he sits near Baekhyun glaring at whoever tries to disturb his precious five minutes of sleep. If it wasn't for that silent, gentle act Baekhyun isn’t sure he would’ve been always able to go through his schedule.
Baekhyun doesn't know what Chanyeol thinks. It's too difficult to get some alone time with the other man, but Baekhyun would really like to have a little talk with him. He would like to try to ask Chanyeol if this, what he thinks they have, it's really meaningful. If there’s a this to begin with.
Maybe the blushes, the sideway glances, the angry, jealous stares that Baekhyun hopes he's not just making up in his mind, maybe, maybe those are just a fluke, the natural consequence of his flirting. Maybe he can make Chanyeol bothered and flustered with calibrated smiles and the right exposure of his collarbones, but if at the end of the day the other man is not even remotely interested in him beyond physical appearance it's all useless. He doesn't want it to be a merely physical thing.
His job has been the best teacher at the subject of love. When you're famous and rich, everyone wants you for the persona you are. In Baekhyun's business, it's a luxury to have someone to know the real you, but after all of this time he thinks Chanyeol does. He knows Chanyeol does, but other than knowing him well, does he like Baekhyun the way Baekhyun likes him too?
It’s a problem. If Baekhyun really wanted to fuck someone it would be easy to find a willing participant, but Baekhyun is the teen girl with a crush on his bodyguard and he wants the majestic romance. He wants Chanyeol and raindrops and a bed with red rose petals scattered all over the pillows.
So he wears his tightest pants to see if this time his bodyguard will bother to look at him, and steps on Chanyeol' s foot when he feels him staring, because it's not right of Chanyeol to take notice of him only when he's dressed to kill. Ok, maybe he's blushing and secretly swooning, but he wants Chanyeol to look at him like he's a sexy god even with bare face and puffy eyes.
Sometimes Baekhyun wants nothing more than to give up because his character is a well-built dream made to make fangirls scream, but without the powerful advertising, the smoking hot make up and perfectly tailored outfits, he's nothing special. No one was interested in him before his debut and why would someone notice the real him even now? Without the idol, he's boring and unattractive and his heart is going to be broken for the thousandth time before he realizes that with a job like the one he does you're not really supposed to have a heart.
He won't give up though, because Chanyeol hears him softly swearing when the cream jar falls on the he ground and enters his bedroom, like fucking breaks in the room kicking the door with an alarmed look on his face, and for a moment they stay there, staring.
Baekhyun holds tight the hems of his night vest in embarrassment, trying to survive the urge to cover his bare face. Chanyeol just stares and splutters something. In the end, he bows and apologizes. It's awkward. They starts to collect the pieces of the jar and their hands touch. Baekhyun jumps, his heart stops. He ends up with a bleeding finger.
Chanyeol smiles before he leaves, and his face is red. Around Baekhyun's finger is wrapped a hello kitty band-aid, probably courtesy of Tao's last visit. Chanyeol had laughed while putting it on, and patted the finger affectionately before bidding him goodnight.
Baekhyun is never giving up on his crush.
Hold tight >>
web counter
N/A: this is yesterday night's work. 2AM brings the worst out of me, really.
Inspired by this, and the title is from David Archuleta's 'Crush'.
I kinda need a beta because mine is in Korea to shape up her future, and she already has a 40k fic to save from my desperate un-english. I'm new in this fandom, and you can clearly see that my writing is pretty awkward, so if you can help, or if you know someone who has a little spare time to be my beta, or if you just feel like chatting with a fellow psycho exotic, just contact me ♥ this is my tumblr btw.
Thank you for reading ♥