Milkshake
rating: PG-13
genre: crack, fluff, sliceoflife, romance
pairing: baekhyun/chanyeol
length: oneshot
summary: Baekhyun loves milkshakes from the diner next door, and Chanyeol always gets him extra whipped cream.
It has been an extraordinarily ordinary day. Baekhyun lingers in the hall after school, ghosting from hall to hall aimlessly as the minutes dwindle away. He had his most disliked classes all in a row today, so he’s planned to get milkshakes with Chanyeol after. He’s also falling a bit behind in AP Physics, and nothing consoles him like milkshakes.
“Hey,” the familiar voice sounds behind him. “You still up for it?”
“I love milkshakes.” Baekhyun spins on his toe around to face the taller, darker haired boy.
“No, I mean after.” Chanyeol’s expression is playful, mischief lacing his gaze. Of course he’s being sarcastic. Chanyeol’s got a sharp wit and lying is his first nature. His voice is a flirtatious song in Baekhyun’s mind, constantly toying with his thoughts and heart. Baekhyun can’t say he minds it, though-he’s not as good a liar as Chanyeol is.
“I love that too.” Baekhyun smirks.
“Good boy.” Chanyeol’s voice drips with ironic patronization, and Baekhyun chuckles. Chanyeol is so arrogant, but something about his confidence gives Baekhyun a strange comfort.
They roll by the diner in Chanyeol’s red Porsche convertible, Baekhyun not bothering to open the door and jumping out over instead. Chanyeol sweeps him up tight with a hand on his waist and a swing of his car keys, and they waltz through the revolving door.
“What’d you get on that English test?” Chanyeol muses as they wait at the counter, fingers absentmindedly drumming on the red and white counter.
“A.” Baekhyun shrugs. “Barely. Miss Jones decided not to be a bitch today and round me up. What’d you get?”
Chanyeol rests his chin on his palm, corners of his mouth raising immediately into his signature smirk. Baekhyun knows what he’s gonna say before he says it. “A+.”
The vanilla is sweet on Baekhyun’s tongue, and the cherry is even sweeter when Chanyeol quirks an eyebrow as Baek pops it into his mouth. Baekhyun snorts. “What are you thinking?”
“You know what I’m thinking.”
Baekhyun suggestively swipes his tongue across the cherry’s surface before biting it in half. Chanyeol laughs a deep, rough laugh before he’s suddenly pressing a kiss to the corner of Baekhyun’s mouth. Chanyeol tastes like chocolate syrup and cream, and Baekhyun can’t help but smile as Chanyeol’s fingers toy in the fabric of his leather jacket.
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Chanyeol spins doughnuts in the parking lot as Baekhyun shrieks with exhilaration, hair whipping from side to side as he clutches onto the shiny red metal and plush leather seats. The bass is pounding so hard through the seats that Baekhyun can feel it as he kneels into the fabric, raising his body up and draping his waist dangerously over the edge of the car, throwing his hands up and closing his eyes, relishing in the screaming of the fresh tires on the pavement, the sound reverberating off into the empty night.
Chanyeol howls like a wolf as he slams his palm on the wheel, whirling it faster and faster and smashing the gas. The car swerves, streetlights catching and rebounding off its shiny exterior. Baekhyun’s laughter is shrill and he curses the darkness for the hell of it. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as he gasps in air. This is better than any drug-he and Chanyeol, his shining stallion, riding unbridled into the unknown of the nighttime.
“Okay,” Chanyeol gasps over the whirling wind. “We did come here for business.”
“Right,” Baekhyun breathes as the car slowly rolls to a stop. They both catch their breath and laugh tiredly, looking thoroughly mussed.
They hit the graves at 2:30 am. Scouting through the rows of tombstones, flashlights running over each slab of marble for one name. And they find it within twenty minutes. Chanyeol’s got more muscle, so Baekhyun tosses him the shovel, and Chanyeol begins to dig. The spade is sharp, and Baekhyun pitches in some extra work at the end and the casket comes out in no time.
“Shit.” Baekhyun whistles, fingers skating over the engraved white marble. “Real rich bastard.”
Chanyeol pulls open the lid. The first thing that always Baekhyun is the smell. They both wear masks of course, but Baekhyun still coughs as he looks over the casket.
This is a gold mine. The man laying on the satin pillows (or skeleton, rather) is decked in jewelry. Baekhyun opens his backpack and Chanyeol piles in all the pearl necklaces and gold encrusted pendants.
“Under the tongue.”
Chanyeol grimaces. “Why do you always-“
“It’s for my collection.” Baekhyun lightly kicks Chanyeol in the ass, and Chanyeol glares at him as he reaches with a gloved hand into the mouth of the skeleton and pulls out a coin, which he gingerly hands it to Baekhyun. Baekhyun tucks it into his pocket. “Let’s get a move on.”
The two of them make their ways down the hill after reburying the casket. They’ve never been caught before, and they don’t plan to. Baekhyun swings the sack of treasures, whistling through his teeth as they file into the car once more.
Baekhyun, the adrenaline junkie, and Chanyeol, his sweet-talking enabler. They rev up into the breaking dawn as music crashes through the speakers. Baekhyun sings along when he recognizes the song.
They’ll get milkshakes again today.