[Oneshot] Want to Do a Date?
Title: Want to Do a Date?
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, Kids!AU
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Seven year old Baekhyun knew about dates. It was what you do with the person you love, his mother says. He loves the five year old giant next door.
baekhyun found it hard to breathe whenever chanyeol was there.
baekhyun’s small fingers dig themselves deeper on the hold of his shorts, heart beating and head bowed down because his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. everything becomes a quickening pace, and baekhyun spins himself dizzy with thoughts of-of chanyeol.
he doesn’t know why that happens. everyone else found chanyeol very weird because he likes to touch and he talks too much, but baekhyun smiles when chanyeol talks to him. his words are mushed and his voice is deep, but baekhyun looks at his lips that move and his heart makes a small sound.
boom, bang, boom. a continuous rhythm, like base strings ringing away. baekhyun continues to smile because whatever chanyeol wanted to talk about, baekhyun had found himself listening to every word.
chanyeol is weird. he makes baekhyun like this, and it seems silly.
for a child, baekhyun was careful and shy. he likes fumbling on his own quietly, eyes observing others and staying in one place. sometimes chanyeol catches his attention.
the first time was in a birthday party. it was jongdae’s birthday party and baekhyun remembers there were muffins and homemade pie. jongdae was in the center table and there was even a magician but baekhyun’s father was a magician too so he knew how that rabbit popped out of the black hat.
baekhyun remembers there was chanyeol too.
loud, big, tall. he was in another class in kindergarten, so baekhyun didn’t know him.
he was running and running, running away. sehun caught him and they laughed and continued to run. baekhyun realized how two years gap could be a big difference.
it was pointless, from a seven year old’s perspective at least. but for five year olds, it was the world. running and sweat over their back and chasing until they catch, it was fun. it wasn’t like baekhyun didn’t know, he had been a five year old too. but it was all meshed, just a blur with few memories.
but chanyeol made it look so fun. too fun.
his laugh could be heard from a mile away and his eyes looking for more places to run past were wide. and the first time baekhyun heard it was there.
boom, boom, bang. baekhyun’s heart stops.
chanyeol straddles over baekhyun, apologetic eyes locking with baekhyun’s rosy gaze.
“i- i’m sorry,”
cream muffins were all over baekhyun, because chanyeol had slammed onto him while running and baekhyun was behind the food tables.
“sorry, i’m sorry,” he kept up with that, but baekhyun didn’t really mind. everything was fine and it was weird, because baekhyun was usually short-tempered. even his mother was surprised.
“it’s okay. i’m fine.”
baekhyun wasn’t too shy.
maybe it was right then and there, when baekhyun had found courage. he was breathing clearly, he remembers. even though there was chocolate cream on the side of his forehead, he put his right hand and holds chanyeol’s small, chubby cheek, his voice softer than daisies.
softer than the muffins on baekhyun’s head.
“it’s alright,”
maybe it was right then and there, when chanyeol saw an angel.
baekhyun hears truck noises in front of their house.
his mother wore her special skirt today. the long one with frills and colored white. she wears it in special occasions and that’s how baekhyun knows there would be guests coming over. or if she wants to look better than the bride (she told that like a secret so baekhyun kept it and said his aunt was pretty with a gown).
baekhyun’s mother fixes up his car toys and tells him to comb his hair. he doesn’t know who’s so special, but the clanging of engines and gas stops where their house is near, and baekhyun hears footsteps.
“who is it?” he asks. his mother smiles, not saying another word.
she sighs and holds baekhyun’s hand tighter. small fingers in the hold of slender ones. skin is scratched from doing the laundry and doing the dishes, and baekhyun feels apologetic that he can’t do anything since he’s short, so he still can’t reach the sink or the laundry machine.
the footsteps go nearer, baekhyun forgets about his mother’s calluses for awhile, wondering who could be on the other side.
the doorbell rings.
“greet them nicely, okay?” she holds baekhyun’s hand tighter.
the door creaks when it’s opened, and baekhyun notices that only now. the sun is so bright and you’d easily smell the gas from an old ‘movers’ truck, baekhyun notices that only now.
and chanyeol’s really taller than him, but baekhyun had noticed that for many times within the seconds of his stolen glances.
there it is again. and again and again.
“baekhyun, these are our new neighbors, mrs. park yoon and park chanyeol. you’ve met him before, right?”
bang.
when the parks came in, there was light around the woman and light around the smaller boy, rimming over the outlines, making them glow. their smiles were identical, ears and eyes. the only thing that really was of difference was their hair.
chanyeol’s mother had straight, brown hair. chanyeol had black curly hair, and how could baekhyun ever forget that.
chanyeol looked at baekhyun, smiling wider. that’s what most people find weird, and what makes all of baekhyun feel something inside. it makes him suck in a breath, makes him two years younger, a child.
while their mothers are busy talking, their left in the sandbox. baekhyun still can’t breathe properly, that was the problem.
flustered. flushed red. chanyeol. summer’s hot.
that was all baekhyun’s thoughts and it loops until chanyeol’s voice begins to reel in.
“are you mad?” his wide smile fades. or has it ever been there in the first place?
it’s replaced by fingers prodding deeper into the sand. he takes a handful and lets it fall back, slipping through. he still hasn’t forgotten about the birthday incident one week ago, and baekhyun really wants to forget about it himself.
softer than daisies. muffins. cream. cheeks. baekhyun feels goosebumps on his arm. the memory burns embarassment.
“i’m not mad,” baekhyun tries sweeping it off his mind.
“i’ll get you flowers. i’m sorry.” chanyeol still keeps saying sorry and baekhyun’s heart keeps getting faster. booming like those fireworks he’s seen while his father took him to the amusement park.
chanyeol gets out from the sandbox, clumsy feet rambling towards the bushes budding white crumples of flowers.
“i don’t think that’s allowed-”
chanyeol comes back running and baekhyun squints his eyes, slowly backing away since the last time chanyeol ran, baekhyun ended up with muffins over his head and scratches on his hands.
“here- here,” he holds up the bunch, towards baekhyun. the smile slips back to his lips. baekhyun tries smiling like him, like chanyeol-like the smile that has baekhyun dizzy, messy, feeling bad because he can’t give anything in return.
chanyeol’s breath is uneven and baekhyun takes the flowers. small, warm fingers underneath baekhyun’s, and short, cold stems in between their hold.
“i wasn’t mad, but thanks.”
“baekkie likes them?”
for a seven year old, really, things like those doesn’t melt their hearts. five year olds giving them flowers from the shrubs and smiling all around the place shouldn’t make baekhyun feel lighter than he should.
but it creates a fuzz, a haze inside baekhyun’s mind. and he counts it down, until the very last thud in his chest.
one. “they’re pretty. you’re pretty, baekkie.”
two. “my favorite color’s white. baekkie’s my favorite too!”
three.
“i like you, baekkie. i’m sorry.”
the flowers fall through the gaps of baekhyun’s fingers. the sky glows dark. the sandbox is left forgotten, and even the sand castles he’s worked so hard on. they’ve worked so hard on.
the summer heat gets worse and worse. baekhyun could feel it searing on his cheeks and the back of his neck, sweat gliding over his forehead.
he remembers the second time his mother went on a date. baekhyun learned that a ‘date’ was something you do with the person you love. you go on rides, eat foods, kiss and hug-dates were heaven, mother said.
dates were heaven, baekhyun tried to believe.
“would you,” baekhyun stammers down, the words wanting to crawl out.
chanyeol keeps his smile, and that just makes it worse for baekhyun.
“you want to,”
“what, baekkie?”
boom, boom, bang.
“want to do a date?”
they’re in an amusement park.
roller coasters, fireworks, foods. chanyeol and baekhyun hold hands, but baekhyun can breathe a little better now. it’s when chanyeol’s hand isn’t in his that he can’t think straight.
chanyeol eats two cotton candies, occasionally tearing one part off to give to baekhyun, and occasionally kissing off the leftover cotton candy on baekhyun’s lips.
it’s when their mothers don’t look, and baekhyun sort of feels bad about it. he hasn’t kept a secret from his mother before.
but chanyeol puts his arm around baekhyun’s shoudlers, making him feel alright. chanyeol puts his head on baekhyun’s right arm, sitting on the top of the monkey bars, waiting for the fireworks to tatter through the skies-making baekhyun feel his heart drop, race and tick-and that doesn’t feel bad, because it’s chanyeol.
“i really like baekkie. baekkie’s soft.” chanyeol’s voice ghosts past. baekhyun holds chanyeol’s hand tighter, remembering his mother’s calluses and feels sorry, but then chanyeol’s there, so he doesn’t need to continue feeling sorry.
“i really like you too. you’re tall.” baekhyun laughs. chanyeol laughs too, and this continues on.
they’ve been listing reasons why they ‘really like’ each other. the first one for chanyeol was because baekhyun’s hair looked nice. the second was because baekhyun’s eyes looked nice.
the third was because baekhyun’s heart could be heard. it was the first, for chanyeol.
the first one for baekhyun-he didn’t really know.
chanyeol was just him, at first sight. running, looking ahead, and running a little faster. chanyeol’s arms and head, maybe. small fingers and warm palms. and a good voice, because chanyeol had performed in the kindergarten talent show before.
just because chanyeol makes his heart skip. he makes baekhyun run.
“i like you most, bakkie.”
“i like you most too.”
it was a loud bang. chanyeol jolts and he laughs, baekhyun does as well. and then he feels it again.
“my heart is like this when you say you like me.” baekhyun whispers.
it pounds on their ears. baekhyun wasn’t sure chanyeol could hear him, but chanyeol nods, smiling at the colors splattering in the sky, and then eventually, fading in the dark.
there were rollercoasters still running. people screaming.
“my mind is like this when you say you like me,” chanyeol points to the ride. there'd be arms flung upwards, loud screeches, happy faces and scared ones too. it was a mix, really.
that’s when baekhyun starts thinking about it.
falling in love was kind of a scream. a small bang, a loud bang, and then eventually, a chaotic mess of fuzziness. it was a rollercoaster ride, where either you'd be happy all the way or scared all the way.
liking chanyeol was like that. with a few smudges and a few quirks of its own.
“i like you most, baekkie. can you hear me?”
liking chanyeol was a little crazy, a little loud and a little too corageous. so baekhyun doesn’t like chanyeol.
“i can hear you.”
he loves that giant.
“i love you most, chan.”
a/n: dates. dates. im lonely. i want halloween candy. ;A;
kinda(?) from based on this prompt: xx
Pairing(s): Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, Kids!AU
Length: Oneshot
Summary: Seven year old Baekhyun knew about dates. It was what you do with the person you love, his mother says. He loves the five year old giant next door.
baekhyun found it hard to breathe whenever chanyeol was there.
baekhyun’s small fingers dig themselves deeper on the hold of his shorts, heart beating and head bowed down because his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. everything becomes a quickening pace, and baekhyun spins himself dizzy with thoughts of-of chanyeol.
he doesn’t know why that happens. everyone else found chanyeol very weird because he likes to touch and he talks too much, but baekhyun smiles when chanyeol talks to him. his words are mushed and his voice is deep, but baekhyun looks at his lips that move and his heart makes a small sound.
boom, bang, boom. a continuous rhythm, like base strings ringing away. baekhyun continues to smile because whatever chanyeol wanted to talk about, baekhyun had found himself listening to every word.
chanyeol is weird. he makes baekhyun like this, and it seems silly.
for a child, baekhyun was careful and shy. he likes fumbling on his own quietly, eyes observing others and staying in one place. sometimes chanyeol catches his attention.
the first time was in a birthday party. it was jongdae’s birthday party and baekhyun remembers there were muffins and homemade pie. jongdae was in the center table and there was even a magician but baekhyun’s father was a magician too so he knew how that rabbit popped out of the black hat.
baekhyun remembers there was chanyeol too.
loud, big, tall. he was in another class in kindergarten, so baekhyun didn’t know him.
he was running and running, running away. sehun caught him and they laughed and continued to run. baekhyun realized how two years gap could be a big difference.
it was pointless, from a seven year old’s perspective at least. but for five year olds, it was the world. running and sweat over their back and chasing until they catch, it was fun. it wasn’t like baekhyun didn’t know, he had been a five year old too. but it was all meshed, just a blur with few memories.
but chanyeol made it look so fun. too fun.
his laugh could be heard from a mile away and his eyes looking for more places to run past were wide. and the first time baekhyun heard it was there.
boom, boom, bang. baekhyun’s heart stops.
chanyeol straddles over baekhyun, apologetic eyes locking with baekhyun’s rosy gaze.
“i- i’m sorry,”
cream muffins were all over baekhyun, because chanyeol had slammed onto him while running and baekhyun was behind the food tables.
“sorry, i’m sorry,” he kept up with that, but baekhyun didn’t really mind. everything was fine and it was weird, because baekhyun was usually short-tempered. even his mother was surprised.
“it’s okay. i’m fine.”
baekhyun wasn’t too shy.
maybe it was right then and there, when baekhyun had found courage. he was breathing clearly, he remembers. even though there was chocolate cream on the side of his forehead, he put his right hand and holds chanyeol’s small, chubby cheek, his voice softer than daisies.
softer than the muffins on baekhyun’s head.
“it’s alright,”
maybe it was right then and there, when chanyeol saw an angel.
baekhyun hears truck noises in front of their house.
his mother wore her special skirt today. the long one with frills and colored white. she wears it in special occasions and that’s how baekhyun knows there would be guests coming over. or if she wants to look better than the bride (she told that like a secret so baekhyun kept it and said his aunt was pretty with a gown).
baekhyun’s mother fixes up his car toys and tells him to comb his hair. he doesn’t know who’s so special, but the clanging of engines and gas stops where their house is near, and baekhyun hears footsteps.
“who is it?” he asks. his mother smiles, not saying another word.
she sighs and holds baekhyun’s hand tighter. small fingers in the hold of slender ones. skin is scratched from doing the laundry and doing the dishes, and baekhyun feels apologetic that he can’t do anything since he’s short, so he still can’t reach the sink or the laundry machine.
the footsteps go nearer, baekhyun forgets about his mother’s calluses for awhile, wondering who could be on the other side.
the doorbell rings.
“greet them nicely, okay?” she holds baekhyun’s hand tighter.
the door creaks when it’s opened, and baekhyun notices that only now. the sun is so bright and you’d easily smell the gas from an old ‘movers’ truck, baekhyun notices that only now.
and chanyeol’s really taller than him, but baekhyun had noticed that for many times within the seconds of his stolen glances.
there it is again. and again and again.
“baekhyun, these are our new neighbors, mrs. park yoon and park chanyeol. you’ve met him before, right?”
bang.
when the parks came in, there was light around the woman and light around the smaller boy, rimming over the outlines, making them glow. their smiles were identical, ears and eyes. the only thing that really was of difference was their hair.
chanyeol’s mother had straight, brown hair. chanyeol had black curly hair, and how could baekhyun ever forget that.
chanyeol looked at baekhyun, smiling wider. that’s what most people find weird, and what makes all of baekhyun feel something inside. it makes him suck in a breath, makes him two years younger, a child.
while their mothers are busy talking, their left in the sandbox. baekhyun still can’t breathe properly, that was the problem.
flustered. flushed red. chanyeol. summer’s hot.
that was all baekhyun’s thoughts and it loops until chanyeol’s voice begins to reel in.
“are you mad?” his wide smile fades. or has it ever been there in the first place?
it’s replaced by fingers prodding deeper into the sand. he takes a handful and lets it fall back, slipping through. he still hasn’t forgotten about the birthday incident one week ago, and baekhyun really wants to forget about it himself.
softer than daisies. muffins. cream. cheeks. baekhyun feels goosebumps on his arm. the memory burns embarassment.
“i’m not mad,” baekhyun tries sweeping it off his mind.
“i’ll get you flowers. i’m sorry.” chanyeol still keeps saying sorry and baekhyun’s heart keeps getting faster. booming like those fireworks he’s seen while his father took him to the amusement park.
chanyeol gets out from the sandbox, clumsy feet rambling towards the bushes budding white crumples of flowers.
“i don’t think that’s allowed-”
chanyeol comes back running and baekhyun squints his eyes, slowly backing away since the last time chanyeol ran, baekhyun ended up with muffins over his head and scratches on his hands.
“here- here,” he holds up the bunch, towards baekhyun. the smile slips back to his lips. baekhyun tries smiling like him, like chanyeol-like the smile that has baekhyun dizzy, messy, feeling bad because he can’t give anything in return.
chanyeol’s breath is uneven and baekhyun takes the flowers. small, warm fingers underneath baekhyun’s, and short, cold stems in between their hold.
“i wasn’t mad, but thanks.”
“baekkie likes them?”
for a seven year old, really, things like those doesn’t melt their hearts. five year olds giving them flowers from the shrubs and smiling all around the place shouldn’t make baekhyun feel lighter than he should.
but it creates a fuzz, a haze inside baekhyun’s mind. and he counts it down, until the very last thud in his chest.
one. “they’re pretty. you’re pretty, baekkie.”
two. “my favorite color’s white. baekkie’s my favorite too!”
three.
“i like you, baekkie. i’m sorry.”
the flowers fall through the gaps of baekhyun’s fingers. the sky glows dark. the sandbox is left forgotten, and even the sand castles he’s worked so hard on. they’ve worked so hard on.
the summer heat gets worse and worse. baekhyun could feel it searing on his cheeks and the back of his neck, sweat gliding over his forehead.
he remembers the second time his mother went on a date. baekhyun learned that a ‘date’ was something you do with the person you love. you go on rides, eat foods, kiss and hug-dates were heaven, mother said.
dates were heaven, baekhyun tried to believe.
“would you,” baekhyun stammers down, the words wanting to crawl out.
chanyeol keeps his smile, and that just makes it worse for baekhyun.
“you want to,”
“what, baekkie?”
boom, boom, bang.
“want to do a date?”
they’re in an amusement park.
roller coasters, fireworks, foods. chanyeol and baekhyun hold hands, but baekhyun can breathe a little better now. it’s when chanyeol’s hand isn’t in his that he can’t think straight.
chanyeol eats two cotton candies, occasionally tearing one part off to give to baekhyun, and occasionally kissing off the leftover cotton candy on baekhyun’s lips.
it’s when their mothers don’t look, and baekhyun sort of feels bad about it. he hasn’t kept a secret from his mother before.
but chanyeol puts his arm around baekhyun’s shoudlers, making him feel alright. chanyeol puts his head on baekhyun’s right arm, sitting on the top of the monkey bars, waiting for the fireworks to tatter through the skies-making baekhyun feel his heart drop, race and tick-and that doesn’t feel bad, because it’s chanyeol.
“i really like baekkie. baekkie’s soft.” chanyeol’s voice ghosts past. baekhyun holds chanyeol’s hand tighter, remembering his mother’s calluses and feels sorry, but then chanyeol’s there, so he doesn’t need to continue feeling sorry.
“i really like you too. you’re tall.” baekhyun laughs. chanyeol laughs too, and this continues on.
they’ve been listing reasons why they ‘really like’ each other. the first one for chanyeol was because baekhyun’s hair looked nice. the second was because baekhyun’s eyes looked nice.
the third was because baekhyun’s heart could be heard. it was the first, for chanyeol.
the first one for baekhyun-he didn’t really know.
chanyeol was just him, at first sight. running, looking ahead, and running a little faster. chanyeol’s arms and head, maybe. small fingers and warm palms. and a good voice, because chanyeol had performed in the kindergarten talent show before.
just because chanyeol makes his heart skip. he makes baekhyun run.
“i like you most, bakkie.”
“i like you most too.”
it was a loud bang. chanyeol jolts and he laughs, baekhyun does as well. and then he feels it again.
“my heart is like this when you say you like me.” baekhyun whispers.
it pounds on their ears. baekhyun wasn’t sure chanyeol could hear him, but chanyeol nods, smiling at the colors splattering in the sky, and then eventually, fading in the dark.
there were rollercoasters still running. people screaming.
“my mind is like this when you say you like me,” chanyeol points to the ride. there'd be arms flung upwards, loud screeches, happy faces and scared ones too. it was a mix, really.
that’s when baekhyun starts thinking about it.
falling in love was kind of a scream. a small bang, a loud bang, and then eventually, a chaotic mess of fuzziness. it was a rollercoaster ride, where either you'd be happy all the way or scared all the way.
liking chanyeol was like that. with a few smudges and a few quirks of its own.
“i like you most, baekkie. can you hear me?”
liking chanyeol was a little crazy, a little loud and a little too corageous. so baekhyun doesn’t like chanyeol.
“i can hear you.”
he loves that giant.
“i love you most, chan.”
a/n: dates. dates. im lonely. i want halloween candy. ;A;
kinda(?) from based on this prompt: xx