RAINBOW RIDE☆ Catching Sparks
Title: Rainbow Ride (2/?)
Author:
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Park Chanyeol/OC, and more to come!
Word Count: 2.810 words
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RAINBOW RIDE ☆
i love the way the galaxy starts to melt when we become one
☆ Park Chanyeol's POV ☆
The day starts with a loud groan from outside the room, followed suit by a sound of someone knocking the knob of some doors as a loud bang ringed loudly at six pas thirty am in the morning, where supposedly, people would rather snuggle deep inside their warm blanket instead of hearing weird noises inside their apartment that would completely distract their beauty sleep. I’m so going to not give a fuck, really, for whatsoever thing that happened outside the room as I pulled my strawberry blanket higher and hide myself from this cruel world I have to face in the moment he-
CLICK.
Oh holy mother of God, here it comes.
“WHY THE FUCK DID I WAKE UP IN YOUR APARTMENT AGAIN OH MY GOD.”
A loud shriek was heard and it was pretty much enough to put a dead end on my sleeping schedule. I kick out my blanket and find a guy with sharp eyeliner tint smeared below his tiny eyes standing in front of the door, hands clutching to the door knob and his expression is somewhat funny; judging by the fact that his mouth twitched a little, his eyes are bloodshot red and teary and his perm hair on which he proudly exclaimed a 'very fucking awesome, chicks gonna dig me’ last night was turned into this complete mess of tangled curls here and there. Byun Baekhyun, is once again, completely unaware of how he almost swept all the alcohol in someone else’s table last night and was meticulously caught on his unacceptable attempt to fit Kyungsoo’s big owl eyes into one of the vodka bottle.
It was one rough night, everyone got ultimately drunk beyond limit except for me, who chose to drink my very special Pina Colada as those stupid ‘why they are my friends again’ clique were drowning their fucking heads in a sea of alcohol. Kyungsoo was screaming and Baekhyun was laughing and everyone was either laughing or screaming and I had to drag all of them to the fucking cab and send them home;
except for this Byun Baekhyun guy who clings to me like a hideous cockroach he already is.
“You were drunk.”
“No fucking way. I have the highest tolerate on alcohol and you did not telling me that I was over by cheap smelly alcohol don’t you; don’t fuck with me Park Chanyeol I know you were-”
The problem with Baekhyun is he loves to talk, and by talking, it’s always appropriate to put on the words ‘rambling’ because he talks way too fast with no pull stops or exclamation marks whatsoever to end his stupid speech of bullshit in an early morning. So I have to take charge on this, pull the strings all out and becoming this hideous Park Chanyeol I always manage to turn into whenever Baekhyun starts being a bitch,
and he is always been such a bitch, trust me.
“Shall I knock your head to my goddamn closet, Byun Baekhyun?”
“Well, you don’t just practically knock someone’s head in early morning, I might as well-“
“Shall we, then?” I quietly ask him, as a sly grin appeared across my face and I see the way Baekhyun flinches and nearly falls before he quickly grabs the knob and pulls himself steady. He knows it when I really mean something and Baekhyun stutters the words I am so dying to hear the moment he appeared in my bedroom with smelly breaths and a bird nest hair,
“I was drunk.”
“Good choice.” I rub my temple and wish this is still a dream because I wouldn’t want to be awake by this stupid conversation in six thirty in a cloudy morning and even by a stupid friend with a stupid hair and a stupid face and stupid stupid everything as he still stands there in front of my goddamn room, looking as idiotic as ever. I let out a heavy breath and stand up; shove him out of the way and walk my way to the fridge.
Oh great, I don’t even have coffee.
“Uhm, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun comes out of nowhere, and placed himself on the top of my coffee table. I stare at him, waiting for the most boring statement I would ever have the guts to hear when he let out the cutest smile that would light up the whole town and melt all the tigers to butter but not me practically because I’ve seen that shit a lot, even in the creepiest dream of my life, and no, it wouldn’t work out today, tomorrow or even when the holy miracle appears in a way that Junmyeon hyung stops using rose fragrant body lotion day has come.
“I’m sorry, okay? Thank you for taking care of me, last night.”
“Do you even remember what had happened, Baekhyun?” I look at him with unwavering eyes as he stares back. He licks his lips; that gesture, the way he does it is just an intermediate signal before he hauls himself to a supersonic jet mumbles that come out of his small lips without any pull stop and exclamation point, and here I am again, listening to a 22 years old Byun Baekhyun rambles about shit while at the same time asking myself why the fuck did I willing to be his friends for all these whole thirteen years we spent together. Guess I am trapped in this shitty cobweb of weird people, as I mutter to myself while dragging the orange juice out of the fridge.
“Well, a bit. I remember there was this guy with who looked a little bit like Tweeney and he is so short with big eyes and all and I thought was ‘Tweeney doesn’t have big eyes since he’s a bird right’, right Chanyeol?” (At this moment I need to nod my head because I know he wouldn’t mind asking the same consecutive question in hysterical tune if he doesn’t get the ‘Yes to that fucking question, Baekhyun’.) “So I tried to measure his eye balls size with a, you know, a circle hole or something, but he looked like he was in pain and I heard someone was laughing so hard then I got carried back and shoved aside. I saw Tweeney was screaming and crying and someone fell out of his chair and then it slowly registered to my head that maybe Tweeny was dying but before I got to save him, well, everything went pitch black.”
“Kris punched you,” I said, before gulping down a cup of cold orange juice to wash away my husky throat. “And the one you thought as Tweeny was Kyungsoo whom you better ask for sincere apologize otherwise he would despise you to death.” Baekhyun eyes widen as his expression turns out like it was screaming something like ‘are you fucking kidding me man’ and I nod in reply, giving the most simple answer in the planet that resulted on Baekhyun running across the room and nearly bang the mirror; as he lets out an extremely loud shriek the moment he sees his reflection.
Panic Baekhyun is the best Baekhyun, though.
“That explains the little twitch besides your mouth, Baekhyun,” I know I don’t have the right to explain this to him; but playing around with Baekhyun, whose face is darken the moment he sees a red patched sketched to his face, is the latest fun I would ever have in this stupid morning, so I pat him on the back and whispers, “The scar like that, uhm, I don’t know. It might last for a whole month, you know.”
I grab my coat and run outside before Baekhyun would find his way wailing and smacking and clawing my face with his hysterical cries and shit and no, I wouldn’t let that happened,
so I locked him inside my apartment.
Teehee.
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☆ Park Taehyo’s POV ☆
To tell you the truth, living with two sleepy head woman is like living in a shit hole.
You need to wake up at six and spend a good thirty minutes hauling the girls up and when someone said it’s such an easy peasy kind of thing to do, well you better try waking up Park Minmi and Lee Minyoung whose ears are like fucking deaf everytime I scream and swear and kick them hard in their sins every morning of my life starting from January 3rd, which now is counted as the stupidest day of my life when I let out the biggest shitty decision ever to actually accept them as my roommates.
“Wake up, sleepyass.” I just purposely kicked Minmi in her legs but she just howled and curled herself in a ball inside that stupid pororo blanket she bought last week and as I glanced aside, Minyoung did just the same with heads buried deep inside her bed sheet without even a tiny sprawl hair can be seen. These two are desperately annoying at six thirty in the morning, especially when you’re all emerged in the same college and knowing the fact that class basically starts on seven past forty five with neither of them waking up to scrub themselves neat and tidy and get fucking ready for it.
Park Taehyo is a morning person; I can’t apparently wake up at past seven or something no matter how late it was when I go to sleep, well except for that one night when Minmi and Minyoung dragged me to a club in Hongdae and we were there playing Uno Game instead of rocking the dance floor until five am as I quickly sauntered them all out and dragged these silly two home before they were found sleeping inside a club. That night was a mandatory celebration of our first night being a roommate and I swear to myself to not be bothered in any slightest way possible of the stupidity called Park Minmi and Lee Minyoung.
I grab a coat from the wardrobe and tidy myself for a little as I fix my hair bun until it looks like ‘pitch perfect’ while grabbing the keys and slipped my foot inside my shoes and head outside; ready to face the cold April breeze in spring. The moment I want to close the door, a loud thump was heard from the tiny bedroom and Minyoung screamed,
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT WAKING ME UP TAEHYO YA.”
Stupid bitch, I mutter to myself as I roll my eyes, close the door and step outside.
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I glance at my clock, it’s already seven past five minutes in the morning and this stupid barista hasn’t even getting my Hot Cappucinn ready yet, God I am so not going to be late for college today. But I need coffee to start my morning and this is by far the nearest coffee shop from our apartment, and I always love the scent of coffee that filled the crisp, warmed air in early morning. It’s somehow feel relaxing, and yes I need something quite relaxing to soothe my mind from the hideous job of waking up my stupid ass roommates.
The bell rings loudly and I’m not that bothered to glance up and see someone’s rushing in to order their own morning cup to start a day. It’s been one usual morning by far, well, you know, that kind of morning that you have get through in your jammed up schedule and wishing for Friday night to come kind of week, and it’s not that important to actually pay any attention to a stranger that nearly stumble and crash the floor the moment they stepped inside the café.
Well, except for the fact that this man is not a stranger.
I get taken a back the moment I saw him, it’s his hair that actually caught my eye. It looks messy and not as awesome as it looked the very first time we met, well to put it mildly, we both weren’t particularly met and greeted each other, though. It wasn’t a normal encounter by any means, because this one was the guy who happened to stumble across the room and offered me his handkerchief when Minyoung spilled his entire coffee to my face last week.
And now it’s the perfect time to hyperventilate because damn,
this guy is fucking attractive.
He walked passed me without even giving a glance by across the room and quickly ordered his drink. A regular, ice caramel macchiato with non-fat milk, less ice and caramel, hold the whipped cream. I briefly wondered why anyone would even managed to order an iced drink of Caramel Macchiato in early morning but this guy seem to have a lot of weird knacks and not that I’m complaining; because honestly it just brings back my curiosity out of the cage and I find myself observing him, eyes glued on his face.
Better now than never Park Taehyo my compulsory mind is telling me how to do before I let this chance slip out my hands.
“Hi.” I pull the courage to stand out of my seat and approaching him; whose face slowly moves, before he finally turned to look at me. It takes him more than three seconds to finally register everything into his mind, and he jumped in surprise as I let out an awkward smile, Well so much for a romantic meeting in a coffee shop, I thought.
“You’re the handkerchief guy, right?”
This guy who looks like he’s approximately 180 inches tall is pulling out a toothy grin as he rubs the back side of his neck, slowly nodding and muttering something like uh, um, yeah and I have to pull back the urge on screaming at his face because he looks so cute when he gets shy and cute guy with manly attire is so hard to find these days and now I’m talking to one of them and this guy looks shy and lovely and what the hell did I just thinking oh my god stop hyperventilating, Taehyo, just stop and talk to him like a goddamn lady.
“I haven’t say thank you in a proper way, so um, thank you.”
“It’s alright, really. I just wanted to help.”
A small smile appeared on his face, alongside with a slight twitch just right below his left eye and I find it weird and cute at the same time. I don’t a say thing instead of replying back his smile with my stupid face and this is too damn awkward but I don’t know how to change things because really, I’m not good at small talks, so when the Barista finally called out for my order, “Hot Cappuccino is ready”, all I think was ‘saved by a goddamn bell’ and I quickly excused myself to grab my coffee.
When I turn around to exit the café, this eye-twitch guy is standing just right behind me, a few centimeters close, and I nearly crashed into him with my coffee on my hands but he spontaneously takes a tight grasp on my wrist and saving the two of us to a much further embarrassing encounters this time around. It’s an awkward position, really, but I’m not complaining though, because his hands feel warm against my skin and his eyes are this perfect hazel colors of brown that slightly twitch here and there and I don’t know how to let go because he feels so close and warm and hot and wow hold on a second, hot?
“Your coffee.”
The warm liquid of brown patches are currently pouring out inside my cup, into both of our hands that are entangled in such a weird way, and come crashing down to the floor. I let go of my cup, and much to my dismay, his hands, as the cup hit the cold wooden floor beneath us while I just stand and stare, stand and stare until he looks up at me with the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in a century,
and right there, in a coffee shop at seven thirty am where I possibly would be damn late in my first class, is the moment where I let go of myself and laugh much louder than I’ve usually been. He laughs along with me, and I know we both feel stupid with all of these spilling coffees incidents but we don’t bother being stupid because, I don’t know, this just feels right.
He feels just right.
“I’m Park Chanyeol,” he says, his hands stretching foreword to find mine and I smile, so wide I think my cheeks are going to ripe out by any moment as I proceed to shake his hand,
“Park Taehyo. Nice meeting you.”
Well, it indeed becomes romantic now as our eyes locked and our hands intertwined and I tell myself, screw being late on my first class and nearly stumbled into my seat kind of bullshit,
because this is just a fucked up romantic way of knowing someone;
with a perfect mixture of spilled coffee and eye-twitch smiles.
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p.s: next chapter will full of dates and everything cheesy that you usually spot on a sappy romantic teenage dramas so beware ☆
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