Romance is Not Dead (2/2)
romance is not dead
pairing: kris/baekhyun
rating: PG-13
genre: romance, humor
word count: 11k
note: written for krisbaek 2015 :)
summary: Baekhyun desperately calls onto Yifan at the airport, asking him to stay. Yifan has no idea who he is.
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The ride home was the same. Baekhyun was still quiet. It was only when they arrived home that Baekhyun looked him in the eyes. “Does it hurt?”
“What?”
“Your hand.”
Yifan looked down on his hand and saw it red and bleeding. He didn’t even feel the pain being too distracted with Baekhyun. But when the adrenaline has finally left his system, Yifan couldn’t help but groan in pain.
“Come on.” Baekhyun says as he walks inside the house with Yifan following behind him. They headed straight to the kitchen and Baekhyun told him to sit on a stool as he looked for the first-aid kit. When he did and started treating Yifan’s wounds, the silence was back between them.
“Are we gonna talk about it?” Yifan starts as Baekhyun finishes up covering his hand with a bandage.
“We don’t have to.”
“Well, I kinda got hurt in that context so I deserve to know.” Yifan says, pulling out the guilt card. “Things only get worse if you don’t talk to someone about it.” he added, trying not to sound like he’s lecturing the younger.
Baekhyun glances at him and smirked. “You’re a grown up, you’re smart, take a guess.”
So he did. “That guy...he’s the reason why you don’t believe in romance anymore?” Anyone could pretty much tell.
Baekhyun laughs, but it sounded like pity directed to himself. “Cliche right?”
“Well, there aren’t that many cliches in the world anymore.” Yifan watches him tidy up, waiting for a response. It felt like a long hour even though it was only a minute.
“He’s...he’s a singer, in a band, so he writes their songs and lyrics. And you can’t write anything about love if you haven’t experienced it.” Baekhyun was playing with his hands as he continues on. Yifan can tell he’s not used to opening up about this with other people.
“Do you know what he did? He stood in our porch and held up a speaker with my favorite song playing. He stole a microphone from the AV room and sang to me in the bleachers of our gymnasium while we were playing volleyball. He wrote me a poem and read it in class. Took random videos of me, saying he might need it in the future, so that he could always go back to those times. You know how we met? It was the summer before school and I was going home from Jeju. I was in the bus and he suddenly sat beside me and talked to me and invited me to have a drink with him when we reach the stop and then it just turned into a whole day of talking and walking and going to places in an impulse.”
Yifan’s crooked eyebrows says it all.
“Sounds familiar right?”
“Those movies.”
Baekhyun snickers. “Yeah. Say Anything, 10 Things I Hate About You, She’s All That, 50 First Dates, Before Sunrise, you name it. Those were the movies he had in his room.”
Yifan snickers, but it sounded a bit different than Baekhyun’s pitiful one. “That bastard.”
“I was never a fan of movies. I mentioned it when we first met so maybe that made me an easy target. I had no idea all those things he did for me came from realistically ignorant writers and money-obsessed directors who showcase make-believe films in cinemas and TVs for teenagers who are dumb enough to make it educational and a product of factual research adding a big increment to the worsening negativity of the role of sentiment in one’s decisions.” Or movies.
“Wow,” Yifan breathes out. He himself held his breath throughout that pain-staking monologue. “You really have a lot bottled up.”
“He was so sweet. I even thought he was the sweetest. I thought, if he’s willing to make this much effort just to write songs and sing them, then he must be one hell of a guy. But then we got into a fight and he just...gave up. I told him out of anger that maybe we should stop seeing each other and he just agreed. It’s like he was waiting for that moment. It’s like he knew he has sucked out all of the romance he can get from me and just threw me away. He never called or even tried to see me the day after that, and the day after the day after that, and then the week after that, until I just gave up too.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“So, obviously, I went through this lump I don’t know how to get out of. I started renting those movies he had in his room and watched them one by one, you know, maybe to find out what went wrong with our story book love story but then I found out something else. The complete lack of originality, for one. I didn’t even cry, I just laughed. I mean, who does that? Incorporating something you’ve only seen in movies into real life?” Yifan had a quick answer to that question but argued it might not be the best time to reveal the obvious. “God, so pathetic, I hate him. I hate him so much.”
“And that’s not even the worst part.” Baekhyun continues before Yifan can even come up with an apt response. “The worst part is that he’s a singer.” Yifan gives him a look, not entirely following. “You can’t write anything about love if you haven’t experienced it.” Baekhyun repeated monotonously while rolling his eyes.
“Those songs...” Yifan started but trailed off when he tried to remember a tune in his head. “They’re all about you?” Baekhyun nodded tediously. “What. How fucked up is that?”
“I know,” Baekhyun says, inhaling deeply. “It’s like everyone’s got a motive to do something romantic nowadays. The time when people did it out of pure desire is long gone.” He turned to Yifan with a crooked smile. “Romance is dead.”
Romance is dead. Those words echoed in Yifan’s head. It gave him a lot to think about the whole night. He never thought how important a trivial issue regarding sentiment can be such a big deal to someone until now. He admits he took a lot of love given to him for granted but he never knew love is something that can be scarce. He concluded it’s different for everyone and that made him realize just how ignorant he really is, and not the other way around.
He takes a glance at Baekhyun’s face. He’s the only one he talks to for the past two days and never did he notice his long eyelashes. He chuckled lightly. Maybe because his smile snatches all the attention. If he didn’t know better, he’d think this sort of attraction is brotherly. But he knew better and honestly wished he didn’t.
--
The day before Yifan’s flight, Baekhyun had somehow managed to set up a small gathering in his house. His mother had a two-day business trip so she won’t be home until tomorrow. Only about five people came and Yifan felt relieved for knowing all of them. There’s Chanyeol, Kibum the bartender, the twins who are waitresses at Aunt Laurie’s, and Minseok, the oldest and Baekhyun’s neighbour, who came to supervise. He used to babysit Baekhyun when he was a kid so he treats Baekhyun like a brother.
“Ugh, Baekyun, no not those chick flicks again.” Chanyeol complained when he saw Baekhyun coming down with CDs that are too familiar. It was followed by similar protests so Baekhyun had to put them back.
“So what are we gonna do then?”
“Here.” Minseok stood up, holding a Supernatural season one CD on one and a Santa hat on the other.
“Why are you holding a Santa hat?”
“I saw this on Youtube. We put this on the corner of the TV and then whenever Sam or Dean ends up wearing them we take a shot.”
“Who’re Sam and Dean?”
“The characters, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol says.
“Okay but I don’t know what they look like.” Chanyeol gives him a look. “Hey! You didn’t know what Reese Witherspoon looked like either before I made you watch Legally Blonde.”
“Anyway, now we have to divide into two groups for Sam and Dean.”
“But we’re an odd number.”
“The twins can count as one.”
Baekhyun ended up in team Sam, though after episode one he now dislikes because Dean is totally his type. Yifan, Kibum and Chanyeol ended up in team Dean while the rest in team Sam. Honestly, it was a bad idea, especially coming from the supposedly eldest of them all. But Baekhyun recalls the number of times Minseok almost lost him when he was a kid so now it wasn’t that surprising. They weren’t even done with season one yet and they have already finished two bottles. Baekhyun sighed. The aftermath wasn’t that surprising either. Minseok was starting to lean against him so decided to stand up. Looking around, saying the living room is a mess would be an understatement. He then spotted Yifan, leaning against the foot of the couch, still preoccupied with the show, and decided to approach him.
“Well, you hold your liquor well.”
“I should be saying that to you.”
“Oh, right. It runs in the family.”
Yifan got distracted by the TV while Baekhyun was taking a seat beside him. “Are we still playing?”
“What do you think?”
Yifan looks around them. The twins are asleep, Minseok is barely alive and Chanyeol was sleeping over his own vomit. He looks away with a disgusted snarl and Baekhyun couldn’t help but laugh.
“I can’t believe you’re finally going home tomorrow.”
“I could stay if you want.”
“Yeah. Like that’s gonna happen.” Baekhyun says with a snort. “I’ll miss you though.”
“You should. You made me miss my flight.”
Baekhyun laughs. “Seriously, it’s not my fault. You didn’t even know me.”
“Well, I thought maybe you knew me. You wouldn’t stop yelling. And I wasn’t gonna get on that plane still wondering what the pretty guy wanted from me.”
Baekhyun grins at him. “You think I’m pretty?”
“You know you are.”
“No. I know I’m cute.”
Yifan groans softly. “Yes, okay, I genuinely think you’re pretty. For such a troublemaker.”
“Some people are just lucky.” Baekhyun says boastfully.
“I’m really gonna miss you, Baekhyun. I gotta say, I didn’t have this on my bucket list but I’m checking it off anyway.”
“Aren’t you glad you ran down that escalator?” Baekhyun says in a mischievous way. He’s always been so animated, Yifan’s definitely going to miss that the most. It was only then that he realized how he actually lacks the motivation or energy to have fun once in a while.
“Go off to an unplanned vacation with a pretty stranger: check.”
Baekhyun’s laugh disappeared when he noticed his glass was empty. “I’ll get some more.” Unfortunately, the rest of the alcohol inside of his system picked the perfect time to act up when he stood up so he ended up crashing down, immediately alarming Yifan who was about to receive him but the alcohol did him no good either. They both ended up in a tangled mess, with Yifan on top of Baekhyun.
“Sorry. Are you okay?” Yifan asks, struggling to balance his weight with his already weal arms so he doesn’t crush Baekhyun under him. He was alarmed when Baekhyun didn’t seem conscious. “Baekhyun? Hey!” He calls while slapping his cheeks gently, trying to wake him up. If he obtained a concussion from that fall then falling asleep is not a good idea. “Baekhyun! Wake up! Baek-“ He stopped when Baekhyun suddenly slapped his hand away.
“Aw, what?” Baekhyun complains. “Stop yelling.”
“Sorry. I thought you fell asleep.”
Baekhyun laughed. In his mind, it was all too cliché. He didn’t think this thing actually happens in real life. It was only when he heard Yifan’s painful groan that he was reminded he had hit his head on the floor as well. “Aw, fuck. My head hurts.”
Yifan couldn’t help chuckle loudly at Baekhyun’s sudden change in expression. His arms gave up then and he ended up leaning his head against Baekhyun’s neck.
“Hey, you’re heavy.”
“Can you push me off? I don’t think I have enough strength left.”
“And you think I do?” Baekhyun replies sharply with a sigh.
Baekhyun smelled like a mix of baby powder and strawberry. Yifan wondered if it was his sweat because what 18-year-old boy smells like baby powder and strawberry. So unconsciously, in a state of wonder, he ended up licking Baekhyun’s neck.
Baekhyun felt a tickle. “What are you doing?” Maybe it’s the alcohol. Yifan couldn’t seem to stop until he reached Baekhyun’s jaw. Baekhyun bit his lip then, afraid of the sounds he might make, but ended up cutting the skin. Blood dripped from his lips, distracting Yifan with the smell. He licked the blood from his jaw and then into his lips. And in a spur of the moment, ended up kissing the younger. Baekhyun gasped in surprise, and that little mistake gave Yifan a chance to force his tongue inside. It wasn’t accidental. Baekhyun moaned under him, feeling rather weird with both their tongues entangled together.
And then suddenly everything didn’t make sense at the same time it did. It was only a matter of time before one of them finally snaps out of it and pushes the other-unfortunately, they both did at the same time. “Sorry.” They utter. A sudden loud crashing sound breaks off the impeding silence between them and they turn towards the kitchen where Chanyeol was struggling to get on the table. Baekhyun groans at his ungodly sight and scurries towards him while yelling, “Every time!”
Yifan was left with his judgment, albeit still distracted by Chanyeol’s display of embarrassment.
--
Baekhyun woke up at the sound of the frying pan. His head didn’t hurt as much but he still felt like the wold was revolving.
“Here.” Minseok offers him a glass of water which he gladly accepts. After taking a drink, he looked around the place to see the mess all cleaned up. It must have been Minseok. He’s always been clean. It also seemed like Chanyeol woke up fine seeing how he’s cooking so passionately. Minseok also informed him that the others have gone home at dawn.
Baekyun stood up then, stretching his arms. “I’m gonna go take a bath.”
He slowly made his way to his room and almost jumped in surprise when he saw Yifan inside. Oh, that’s right, he thought, he’s going home today.
“Good morning.”
“Mornin’.” He says lazily as he heads straight to his dresser.
“Is your head okay?”
The memory hit him like bullet in the head. They kissed. Last night. And it wasn’t just a simple kiss. Maybe he could just pretend it didn’t happen. After grabbing his things, he left the room without uttering another word.
When he came back, refreshed and all, Yifan was already done packing.
“You’re done.”
“Yeah, I didn’t buy that much clothes anyway.”
“What time’s your flight?”
“1 pm.”
Baekhyun checked the time. 9 AM. “So, only four hours huh.”
“Yeah. But Minseok told me to get their at least two hours early.”
“Oh right, there might be a lot of people at this time.”
Pretending doesn’t really help. Not at all. He felt so heavy.
Baekhyun clears his throat. “Um, listen, Yifan, I know this may sound weird coming from me but I’m glad you took it easy with me, you know, since I’m the reason you missed your flight in the first place.”
“Is that all?”
Baekhyun bit his lip and felt a pang of pain because of the cracked skin. Yifan has that look. Of course he remembers what happened. Baekhyun sighs then. “Also, I know you’re worried about what happened last night so I just want to assure you, it’s okay. You don’t have to feel guilty or whatever for kissing an 18-year-old guy or something. We can just forget about it. I don’t want you worrying about something so trivial when I’ve caused you enough trouble already.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“What?” Baekhyun asks, slightly taken aback.
“What if I don’t want to forget about it?”
“Why? It’s stupid.”
“I don’t think it’s stupid.”
“Yifan, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
Yifan sighs. “I’m saying I like you, okay? Not in a platonic way, in a romantic way, Baekhyun. I like you.”
Baekhyun stares at him with confusion. “Are you joking?” Why is Yifan saying those things?
“I’m not, okay, and I know you felt something too, last night.”
“I didn’t, okay? I don’t feel that way!” But the truth is, he does. Because Baekhyun doesn’t want to forget about it either. He doesn’t want this to be just some summer story. Ever since he laid his eyes on Yifan, he’s been feeling all sorts of emotions, and spending a week with him doesn’t help either. But he was prepared to let it all go once Yifan leaves.
“Baekhyun-“
“Why are you doing this? You really think someone like me can possibly feel something like that? I loathe those kind of things, you know that!”
“You wanna know what I think? I think that the reason why you’re so obsessed with those movies is not because you wanna prove how inaccurate they are but because you want to find that feeling again, you want to feel what romance is again!”
“That’s bullshit!”
“I’m different, Baekhyun. I’m not one of those people who are dumb enough to treat romantic movies as educational because I myself have experienced them. I’ve experienced more things than you know so don’t you dare tell me that what I feel about you is not real because I know how much this is real!”
“You’re not supposed to like me--”
“Well sorry you don’t call the shots, Baekhyun!” Yifan retorts. “And neither do I.”
“And then what? You tell you like me and then you get on that plane, and then what? What am I supposed to do with that? You shouldn’t have told me! You should’ve gotten into that plane without saying anything! Why--why would you mess it all up?”
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to know.”
“I don’t!”
“Baekhyun, you’ve only had one person show you one type of love there is. I’m not that person.”
“Tell me to stay. Ask me. I’ll stay.”
“For someone like me? I’m not gonna do that!”
“Stop being so afraid!”
“I’m not! I’m being realistic!”
“This is reality!” Yifan yells in exasperation. “Love...isn’t supposed to be cliché, right?” Baekhyun raises his head at him. “It shouldn’t have scripts or outlines.” Baekhyun slowly shows him his confusion. “It should be spontaneous, catching you off-guard-”
“You read my journal?”
“-making you do things that are unthinkable yet reasonable,”
“Stop it.”
“-leave you with nothing to do but take a risk--something dangerous but worth it.”
“Shut up!’
“Tell me this isn’t worth it.” Maybe it is. But he was in no position to make a decision like that.
“No, Yifan. It’s not. You’re 24 years old and a successful Realtor. You have your whole career ahead of you. You don’t need me to hold you back.”
“Is that a rejection?”
“Your flight’s in four hours. You should go.”
“Is that...is that your final answer?”
“Goodbye, Yifan.”
This is the part of their story that is too cliche. There are other ways he could’ve handled the situation but in the end, it all comes down to the only way he was shown. Elizabeth and her pride, Mr. Darcy and his prejudice--it all ends in rejection and heart break. Baekhyun feels like Elizabeth, slowly regretting his decision but too prideful to admit. This should be right call.
Yet, as Yifan disappears behind that door, he didn’t feel any sense of righteousness. Only any bit of conviction he had, vanquished, as the doorknob clicks shut.
Goodbye, my Mr. Darcy.
--
Baekhyun hadn’t noticed the time--actually, anything at all--it was only when he heard the door in the living room slam shut that he managed to snap back into reality.
“Baekhyun?” His mom calls from downstairs. He’s really not in the mood to talk, or anything at all, but he couldn’t bear to lie in front of his mother. So, like a boy who had just climbed out of his crib, he walked down the stairs sluggishly, showing a frown that was hard to ignore. “Oh, honey what’s wrong?”
“Everything?” Baekhyun says, pouting.
“Is it because he likes you?”
Baekhyun gives her a look. “Wha--how did you know?”
“I saw it, how he looks at you.” His mother says with a smile. “How you never noticed with the amount of chick flicks you watch, I don’t know.”
“So, why are you upset?”
“Because he’s not supposed to like me. It’s like...a sin for the social norm. I’m already a defiant for being bisexual, now I’m a bisexual in a relationship with an older man?”
“Since when did you care about the social norms?”
“That’s not the point. The point is, it’s not...normal.”
“You know, one thing I’ve learned from getting knocked up the first time I decided to get drunk is that...you don’t always get what you want. You could try to be righteous but life’s always gonna do something to shake your conviction. I might not have the storybook love story and the perfect husband I wanted, but I got you. All because I decided to let it go and take a risk. People told me I was stupid, keeping a baby I don’t even know whose. My mom almost chased me out of the house for ruining my future. But nine months later, when you finally came out, she cried more than I did. Honest. Now I have a troublemaker of a son, my own house and I get to go on dates whenever I want to. It worked out fine.”
“You got lucky, mom.”
“Oh, honey. It’s not all about the luck. I’m sorry that your first love story didn’t go well but it’s all part of the experience and I want you to have as much experience as you can. I didn’t. So I don’t want to deprive you of it. Okay, it might not be the ideal parenting method but what the hell do we know?” Baekhyun gives him a look and she merely laughed it off. “Now, you can choose to stay here, let him go and regret it afterwards, or run to the airport, take a risk, and then regret it afterwards or maybe even not. Which one do you think is easier?”
“Mom, you do realize that you’re letting your 18-yeard-old son chase after a 24-year-old successful man.”
“Oh, six years is hardly a gap. All I want is for you to be happy and to stop watching those movies and calling out random people on the streets.”
“You said it was okay!”
“Honey, those phone calls gave me so much headache.”
“Thanks, mom.”
She hugged him, ruffling his hair. “Oh crap,” She curses. “There’s only 30 minutes left before his plane takes off.”
“What?!”
“Go, go!” She yells while pushing Baekhyun to the door.
Seriously? Isn’t this too cliche? “I won’t make it!”
“Honey, nothing is impossible for us Byuns!”
“Okay, mom, you’re freaking me out.”
“Do you wanna miss him or what?”
A lot of people think that if you were fated to be with that person then there’s no right or wrong, no maybes, no what ifs, just what is’ and what mights. That whatever you do, whatever choice you had, if that person is the one for you, then that person is the one for you. But not Byun Baekhyun. Baekhyun does not believe that love depends on fate.
Love should not be cliche, it should not have scripts or outlines, it should be spontaneous, catching you off-guard, making you do things that are unthinkable yet reasonable, leave you with nothing to do but take a risk--something dangerous but worth it.
And right now, he is feeling the exact same thing. It started too cliche though (for other people), realizing his feelings too late that he had to steal the cab his neighbor called and yell at the driver to drive straight to the airport. What’s cliche for him is giving right up when things doesn’t go the way he planned it to be. This wasn’t.
When he finally reached the airport, he ran straight to the check-in area, gently pushing away the people on the way and jumped over the divisions. As he sets food inside, he couldn’t shake the familiar feeling inside. The place is the same but the feeling is definitely different this time. He kept running until he saw the end-line by the entry way of the escalators going to the departure area. And then...he didn’t see him. He wasn’t on the escalator. “No.” He says under his breath. Yifan was already at the departure area.
It seemed like it was hopeless up to this point but he tries to remind himself of that feeling, that one particular feeling. He clenched his fists. Time was running. It may be hopeless but there is always an option to jump, to take a risk. And he did. Like a maniac, like a freak, he grabbed onto the railings, pushed his weight up with his feet and jumped over. As soon as he heard the guards whistle, he braced himself and ran as fast as he can to the escalator. He’s really going to jail this time. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was the end line. He ran past the people on the escalator and finally reached the top. He looked around, searching for the departure area. As soon as he did, the whistles blow again and he immediately made a run for it. He glances behind him. The guards are too far he could take his time.
When he reached the departure area, people were standing and forming a line. From his peripheral vision, he sees the staff with a megaphone announcing the seats currently going in from the line. There was no way he can find Yifan in this crowd, even with that big head of his. He can feel the guards getting closer as time runs when he spotted Yifan standing three people behind the flight attendant. He was only inches away from the tube. There was nothing but desperation from her on out.
He jumped on the seats, careful so not to break airport property and then as he lands, he swiftly snatched the megaphone from the staff and yelled, clear and with desperation, the words, “WU YIFAN DON’T YOU DARE TAKE A STEP INSIDE THAT PLANE!”
The noise and the murmurs slowly diminish. “WU YIFAN I SWEAR TO G---” He didn’t finish when the guards grabbed his arms and the megaphone away. “What the f--let me go!” He screams as he struggles to break away only to be pushed down to the floor.
“Baekhyun?!”
Baekhyun finally stops struggling and the guards loosen their grip. He slowly looked up at Yifan who’s staring in disbelief at his sorry state. “Hi.”
“You idiot, what are you doing?” Yifan says in distress.
“Taking a risk?”
“Unbelievable,” Yifan says with a loud sigh. Then he turns to the guards. “It’s okay he’s with me. He’s not gonna run away this time so if you could just...”
The guards nod and eventually let go of Baekhyun. Baekhyun immediately stood, brushing off the dirt on his shirt in the process, and cleared his throat. “Yifan,” He starts, looking straight into Yifan’s eyes. “Don’t go.” He finally says, with all of his conviction and courage, two things he found in the last five minutes. “Please.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you.” Yifan was right. It was his coping mechanism--weighing the bad out of everything. It makes him feel better about himself amid his indifferences.
Everyone’s staring at them now, anticipating. Well, it was understandable. A young guy confessing his love to another guy? Korea’s not that open-minded about these things--yet--but this is definitely tabloid material. The longer they stand there, the more Baekhyun notices the crowd’s noises, their eyes, their actions--people were murmuring, taking pictures and videos of them, laughing and judging. But it didn’t matter. Baekhyun can only imagine the consequences, how Chanyeol will react when he logs on to the social media to find a recorded version of this, how his mom will leap in joy when she finds out he made it to the airport and how he will react when he finds him making a scene like this, taking risks and in love.
Somehow, in his own simple mind palace, the pros outweighed the cons and Baekhyun felt empowered even in doubt. “You know you can stare at me like that whenever you want if you actually accept my apology slash confession?”
“Impatient as ever.”
“I’m just saying...these people don’t have all day. Why rob them of the pleasure of giving the social media another reason why it is a necessity nowadays?”
“Are you trying to argue your way into making me answer for your own comfort?”
“By all means, I think I’ve made enough scene today. I wouldn’t be that demanding.”
“You’re really an idiot.” Yifan says, and yet he pulls him closer for a kiss. The crowd started applauding, which surprised him, but this moment was too good for him to even care.
Yifan still ended up getting on the plane by the way. He said he already paid so much to move his flight. But he came back a month after, with three luggages, announcing that he’s gonna live with them from now on. Imagine Baekhyun’s mom’s delight and Chanyeol’s cries of agony. It turns out that his company had an opening in their branch in Seoul so he took it, without second-guessing, even if it meant he had to start over. It was worth taking the risk, definitely.
Baekhyun also burned all of the movies he had in his room. He didn’t need them anymore, because mmore than anything, he knows now that romance is definitely not dead. He’s just getting started. Chanyeol said he could just throw them out or give them to someone but Baekhyun retorted that something so simple and mundane is not something he would do. With that said, he also interrupted Jonghyun's performance by throwing eggs at him on the stage and then giving him the finger as he runs out to the door, all of which were caught on tape by the way. So, as society dictated, he had somehow become an internet sensation.
All because he took a risk--something dangerous but worth it. You’ll be surprised of what you’ll get for taking such a dangerous risk. For Baekyun, he feels that he got more than he bargained for, because now he knows, that romance is not dead.
Fin.