take a bite of my heart tonight
title: take a bite of my heart tonight
pairing/s: girl!baekhyun/chanyeol, very slight!krisbaek
rating: soft r
genre: fluff, humor, fail
length: oneshot, 6,239
warning/s: language, sexual themes, all the cliches in the world
summary: where chanyeol talks too much about baek being flat as a board but this isn't about her boobs at all.
an: written for shexoxygen because baek boobies. this is entirely her fault pls direct all the hate to her.
The sound of his quick footsteps hitting the paved walkway seems so loud in the silence of the deserted park. His dark eyes dart here and there, frantic in their search. He's tired but he continues running and looking around. Damn, where are they? He takes out his phone and contacts the first person on his speed dial list. Pick up, pick up.
"Chanyeol, my boobs hurt."
Chanyeol grudgingly looks up from his phone.
"You can't even call them boobs, Baek. You're as flat as a board." The tall boy isn't known for his reflexes (his mother believes he wasn't even born with them) so he doesn't move out of the way in time to avoid a stuffed cat from hitting his head. "Ouch."
"Asshole."
Chanyeol doesn't bat an eyelid. He's used to it. "Baekhyun, I really don't understand why you having your period warrants me to be here."
"I thought you're my best friend," Baekhyun says with a sniff.
He is. He has been since they were six. But it's the weekend and Park Chanyeol is a boy while Byun Baekhyun is a girl. He thinks that's reason enough why he'd rather be anywhere else than here, trapped in a ridiculously frilly room with his PMS-ing best friend. Just sitting on her Hello Kitty bean bag makes his balls want to shrivel up and die. The room is so pink. If he isn't currently feeling miserable, he'll think it's funny because it doesn't fit Baekhyun at all. He's sure his friend is a black hearted witch.
Chanyeol hears a whimper from the bed and he instantly feels guilty. Baekhyun is in the middle of her Hello Kitty bedsheets in her oldest pair of pajamas which are too big for her small body. Her face is pale and lines of tension formed on the corners of her thin lips. Her brown shoulder length hair is haphazardly held up by a pink ribbon (the result of Chanyeol's fail attempt at a French braid earlier), making her look way younger than her eighteen years. Her bangs stick to her temples as small beads of sweat appear there. Her usually bright eyes are dull with pain.
"You look like crap," he says.
"I feel like crap," Baekhyun answers with a groan before she drops down and curls on her side, giving him her back.
With another sigh, Chanyeol stands up and joins her on the bed. He settles behind his friend and lies on his side, too, propping his head up with his elbow. He reaches over Baekhyun's waist to replace the slender hand holding the compress with his own large one, pressing the hot pack firmly against her lower belly.
He hears Baekhyun let out a small sigh of relief and Chanyeol can't help but grin as he looked down at her. For all her sassiness, Byun Baekhyun's really just a little kitten.
"I finally found some use for you,” she mutters.
A kitten with sharp surgical stainless steel claws.
"Kris asked me out," she says after a while.
For some reason, Chanyeol's smile falls and he frowns. "Kris Wu? The dude from Canada? The--"
"Did you just say dude?"
"--really tall guy with blonde hair?"
"Woah, Chanyeol. I didn't know you were a fan," Baekhyun says with a fake gasp.
"What for?" Chanyeol asks, ignoring Baekhyun's impertinence.
"What do you mean what for? He asked me out on a date of course. He was really sweet about it, too."
"What did you tell him?" Chanyeol finds himself holding his breath while he waits for Baekhyun's answer.
"Lower," Baekhyun murmurs sleepily and Chanyeol moves the compress lower. "There."
"Baek, what did you say?" he asks impatiently but she just hums in contentment. Chanyeol resorts to his tried-and-tested method of riling Baekhyun. He just prays she's too sleepy to hit him in the head again.
"Baekhyun." He leans close to her ear and blows on it. He receives a weak elbow to the ribs but at least she answers.
"Haven't replied yet."
Well, that's strange. He knows Baekhyun has been crushing on the other guy since he transferred to their high school two semesters ago. She even dragged Chanyeol once to a game just to watch her "hunk" play. Why is she hesitating?
"Why not? Isn't this your chance? You should say yes. I mean, the guy's pretty popular and let's face it. It's not every day a guy like him asks out a girl like you."
Baekhyun shifts her head to look up at him, eyes narrowed. "Like what?"
"You know that between the two of us, no offense, I'm--"
"Don't," Baekhyun warned.
"Prettier."
"You didn't."
"I did," Chanyeol replies with a smirk.
But maybe Baekhyun really is in pain because she just huffs and turns her back at Chanyeol again. He sees her groping for something under the sheets. It doesn't take long for him to know what she was looking for as her cellphone quite painfully connects with his chest.
He really should find a new best friend. Preferably someone who lives more than two houses away from him. Preferably a guy.
"I'm too sleepy. You do it," she mumbles and proceeds to close her eyes, snuggling her back against Chanyeol.
He unlocks her phone and sees her wallpaper. It’s a picture of them together, taken in Baekhyun's room last week, the night of the local soccer match. Both of them were in dresses and in full make-up, Chanyeol with LOSER written in red lipstick on his forehead. He swears he is never going to bet against her again.
Chanyeol's tempted to type SUCK MY BALLS EHEHEH and send it to Kris but as much as Baekhyun annoys him, he's afraid of her, so he sends an OK~ ^-^v. He watches the small envelope icon disappear from the screen, signaling the message was sent, before he places the phone beside his friend.
It's actually great that Baekhyun's finally getting a boyfriend. At least she'll stop pestering him when she's having her period. She'll now have Kris for that. Chanyeol glances down at her slumbering profile and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Somehow, imagining Kris doing the same thing to his best friend doesn't sit well with him.
Chanyeol shakes the thought out of his head. He then realizes he can now escape for Baekhyun sleeps like the dead. But then he pauses when he remembers he'll have nothing to do since Baekhyun won't be able to come with him anyway.
I'll find a new best friend tomorrow, he thinks before he rests his head beside Baekhyun's and joins her in her nap.
He leans against the trunk of a tree and tries to catch his breath. He swears he has never run this fast or this long in his life. Stupid bus queues. He kicks on the grass. Where the hell are you?
"Ugh."
Chanyeol watches Baekhyun try to reach for the handrail and fail to as the bus swerves. She falls smack against his chest and Chanyeol gets a head-full of hair in his mouth. His best friend straightens and glares at him as if it was his fault.
Okay, so maybe technically it is. Baekhyun wanted to wait for a less occupied bus but Chanyeol's tired after a playing guitar three hours straight for the glee club (which Baekhyun is actually a part of) and he just wants to go home. Now, they're both standing squashed against each other in a packed bus and Baekhyun is giving him the dirty eye as she holds onto his arm.
"Dumb giant," she says.
"Why are you so short?" he taunts in return. Personally, Chanyeol likes that Baekhyun's height just barely reaches his nose. That way he can look down at her which, after all the grief she always gives him, makes him feel a little better about himself.
"Well, why are you so tall? Oh, no. Don't answer. I get it!" She smirks up at him. "God felt sorry that he gave you such a small brain so he made up for it by giving you longer legs!"
Park Chanyeol, what happened to your finding another best friend?
"Oh, I get it, too!" he says. "You're so short God felt sorry and gave you large--"
"Don't say it."
"Thighs," he finishes triumphantly.
"You didn't," Baekhyun glares.
"I did." He pretends to pause in thought. "Oh, but since your thighs are really huge, is that why you also have small boobs?"
Chanyeol's expecting the punch to the stomach but it doesn't make it less painful.
"What's with you and boobs anyway?" she asks.
He sees Baekhyun's eyes twinkle. That can't be good.
"Gosh, Yeol. You should've just told me you wanted a pair for yourself. I mean, I could have lent you some of my bras and we could've stuffed them to make it look real. I'd do it for you, that's what sisterhood is," she finishes with a wink. Her voice carried over to the group of ahjummas to the left and he receives four judging stares.
"You little--" he starts to say but then he freezes. There is a hand. On his butt. A large groping hand on his butt. What the hell?
Before Chanyeol can even turn to look, he feels himself pushed to the side by Baekhyun.
"Hey, you old lecher, unhand my friend!" she screeches. Chanyeol turns and he finally sees the lecher who was feeling up his ass.
"Who are you calling lecher, little girl?" the man sneers.
You just made a mistake, old man, Chanyeol thinks. Only Chanyeol can call Baekhyun little and live to tell the tale. Chanyeol watches as his best friend smiles sweetly at the guy.
"There's no other balding lecher here but you!"
"Why you--" The man lifts his fist.
Chanyeol readies himself to protect Baekhyun when the bus suddenly halts and unbalances the guy. Thankfully, it's already their stop. He holds onto Baekhyun and leads her towards the doors to avoid further confrontation. She only lets him pull her away after she painfully stomps on the lecher's foot, earning her a pained yelp from the man. They got off soon enough and Chanyeol frowns at Baekhyun, remembering that she almost got hit by the guy.
"You should have let it go, Baek."
Baekhyun looks incredulously at him. "He was groping your butt, Chanyeol! What? Are you telling me you liked it?"
"Of course not!" he answers indignantly.
"Then that's that," she says with a satisfied nod before she walks away, her school skirt swaying briskly in time with her sure strides.
He wants to stomp his own foot in frustration. How does he explain that girl best friends shouldn't defend their guy best friends against mean looking men? If she got hurt, Chanyeol won't know what to do with himself.
He follows behind her and stays silent. Baekhyun pauses and turns to him. She then lifts both her arms up and looks up at him expectantly. Chanyeol eyes her warily.
"I'm tired," she says, arms still raised. "Piggyback."
"Byun Baekhyun, we went to the same classes and I even played for your glee club. I'm tired, too,” he grumbles.
"Park Chanyeol, I just defended your honor and you can't even do this for me?" she asks, clutching at her chest and pretending to be hurt. She huffs when he doesn't say anything. "Fine."
Chanyeol looks at the heavens and asks the stars what stupid thing he did in his past life for him to be left saddled with a friend like her. He stubbornly holds his ground and he actually lasts more than he expected to. Baekhyun's already four steps away before he gives in. He removes his school jacket and rushes forward to squat in front of her. She did defend his butt.
Perhaps the sound of Baekhyun's laughter as she climbs on his back is enough reason to always give in to her. It always leaves him with this warm feeling in his chest. Also, Chanyeol reasons, giving in to Baekhyun means Happy Baekhyun. Happy Baekhyun means Injury-free Chanyeol and Injury-free Chanyeol is a Happy Chanyeol.
"Okay, peasant. To the royal palace!" she says in her haughty queen's voice before she bursts into another laugh.
"I'll drop you,” he threatens.
Baekhyun tightens her arms around Chanyeol's neck and whispers confidently in his ear. "You won't."
He's annoyed that she's always right. She's impossible but Chanyeol doesn't think he'll ever let go of Baekhyun. And it's weird that he doesn't feel weird about that.
The number you dialed is not available at this moment...
He looks at his wrist watch. Five minutes to midnight. He wants to stab himself because this exact time two weeks ago, the thing he's looking for was already in his arms and he just had to be all stupid and realize it too late.
No, there's still time, he thinks desperately.
He runs again.
"Kris tried to kiss me today."
Chanyeol glances at the clock on the study table and down at his barely finished Lit homework before he turns to look at Baekhyun. She’s lying on her back on the bed, legs raised and outstretched, feet flat against the wall above the headboard. Chanyeol’s pretty sure that the large white Stussy shirt she's wearing over her pajama bottoms is his. Although he doesn't know how it ended up with her, he doesn't mind. He's given up looking for it a long time ago anyway.
Chanyeol's also pretty sure he doesn't have time for this discussion since it's already five minutes to his midnight curfew (based on the tone Baekhyun used, he knows it's going to be a long one) but he also doesn't know how to ever deny Baekhyun anything. So even if he really wants to finish copying his friend's homework and go home to change out of his uniform and dive into his own bed (and maybe never wake up ever again), he stops writing and gives his attention to Baekhyun.
"Kris Wu tried to kiss you? Was he drunk? That's the only reason he would want to," he snickers. Chanyeol automatically ducks after, waiting for something to go flying his way, but nothing comes. "Baek?"
He tries to read the troubled look in her eyes.
"It happened after their practice game," she starts. "Remember when I messaged you earlier about not coming home together?"
"Yeah." Chanyeol kind of hates that. He hasn't seen Baekhyun that much for the past few weeks. He can actually do this homework at his house and just return her notes tomorrow but he admits he misses his best friend so he stayed.
"So he made me stay behind a bit and we talked in the gym. When everyone else had gone... he tried to kiss me." Baekhyun doesn't look happy.
"Did he force himself on you?" he demands. Chanyeol's suddenly very angry. He walks to the bed and leans over Baekhyun. "Want me to do him in?"
He'll probably end up dead if Kris calls the basketball team as back up but at that moment he meant what he said.
Baekhyun laughs and the tension Chanyeol feels in his gut, loosens.
"Chanyeol, if I wanted Kris beaten up, I'd do it myself. Stop frowning, he didn't force himself on me."
His eyes go to Baekhyun's shiny hair spread out on the sheets, forming a halo around her head.
"And you can't even punch properly," Baekhyun adds with a smirk.
Not halo, he thinks. Halos are for angels and Baekhyun's far from being one. She looks like one, though. Pretty.
Wait. Where did that come from?
"Is there even a proper way to punch?" Chanyeol asks, exasperated. He runs his hand through his short hair. He feels listless all of a sudden.
"Anything's proper except for the sissy way you do."
Baekhyun laughs again and Chanyeol feels his stomach fall. What the hell?
Chanyeol scowls to hide his discomfiture. "So what's the problem?" he asks, voice rough with frustration. He doesn't even know why he's frustrated.
"Well, when he leaned down, I stepped back and told him I had to go home soon because I promised to help you with school work," Baekhyun explains.
Great. Now Kris Wu's probably out to do him in.
"I thought you liked him." Chanyeol hates that he sounds... jealous. Because he isn't.
"I did. I mean--I do. It's just that. I don't know how to kiss? And you told me it's my only chance to get someone like him to like me and so I want it to be perfect and just. I don't--" Baekhyun rambles on.
Chanyeol sits beside her and covers her mouth with his hand. "You know I was just joking, Baek." He pinches her nose. "You're a great girl."
There's silence and the expression on Baekhyun's face is priceless. She looks thoroughly shocked. A few seconds later, she rolls her eyes and sits up. The collar is too wide, exposing her smooth shoulder and--Park Chanyeol you didn't notice that.
"Clap Clap, Park. You managed to say that with a straight face."
"I know right," he says reflexively, bickering with Baekhyun's almost second nature to him now.
His best friend sighs. "I was serious about the kissing thing, Chanyeol."
I was serious about the you-being-great thing, too.
"What do you need me for, then, Baek?" he asks instead.
"Kiss me."
A pause.
"Clap Clap, Byun. You managed to say that with a straight face."
Yup, there goes the pillow to the head.
"Ugh. You're stupid."
Chanyeol rubs where the pillow hit. "I think we've established that since we were eight."
"Chanyeol," she says in a long suffering voice. "Focus. Didn't you like tell me, you already kissed a lot of girls. Like there's the tall blonde one and the black haired one and the other with red hair and--" By the time she ended listing Chanyeol's hook ups, he thinks she looks kind of mad at him.
"So what, Baek? I'm a healthy guy with a healthy sex drive and--"
Except for that one time where I cried because I couldn't put it in, I'm still pretty much a virgin. Not that I will tell you that.
"You're a gross guy. That's what you are," Baekhyun pokes at his chest. "But for the sake of science, I'm willing to practice with you. Just this time. Just once. I mean, I read somewhere that kissing is just like learning to ride a bike. You just need to do it once and then you already know it for life. So yeah."
"Shit, are you serious?"
Baekhyun gives him the look. The one which usually means one wrong move and he's dead. And fuck it. He really doesn't have any choice now does he?
Yeah, right, Park. Whatever makes you sleep at night.
"Okay." He nods. Chanyeol sees Baekhyun relax and he feels almost better about agreeing with this thing. Almost. Because now, he's the one getting nervous.
Baekhyun scoots closer to him and Chanyeol wants to fling her bedroom windows open. Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
"What do I do now?" she asks, angling her head to the side. She's smiling, waiting.
She makes him recall a random childhood memory of a young chubby girl in red hapkido uniform going all "Hiyaaah! Hiyaaaaah!" while she kicks an equally chubby boy covered in foam pads. Now, six years later, Chanyeol looks at Baekhyun, and he thinks the little girl still has those dazzling eyes. Then his brain goes shit, shit, shit because since when was Baekhyun this pretty?
Baekhyun hits his thigh with her palm. "Hey. What do we do?"
"Um." Chanyeol nervously puts his hands on Baekhyun's shoulders and oops, is that skin he's touching? But his best friend doesn't seem to mind so he lets his hand stay. "Are you really okay with this?"
Baekhyun laughs. "Yes! Okay. So you pretend I'm one of your girlfriends and I pretend you're Kris."
Chanyeol strangely feels a deep resentment for Kris. "Why do I have to be Kris?" he asks bitterly.
"Do you want me to be Kris? I knew it! I knew you had a thing for him," Baekhyun teases. Chanyeol can't find it in himself to laugh, though.
"Let's get this over with, Baek," he says sharply.
Something flashes in Baekhyun's eyes and Chanyeol tries to ignore the frantic beating of his heart. He leans in, at the same time pulling Baekhyun closer and closer by the nape until their noses are touching.
Baekhyun closes her eyes and her lips part a little in expectation and Chanyeol thinks he's screwed. He stares and stares at her face and at that tiny mole on the side of her upper lip. He tries to convince himself that this is just practice but he's failing. It feels like he's on the edge of a cliff and just. Shit.
"Any minute now," Baekhyun says, eyes still closed but soft mouth spread wide in a smile and Chanyeol feels hot and cold and he gives up. He badly wants to taste that smile.
So he does.
The first touch of lips sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. He feels Baekhyun stiffen for a second before she relaxes and leans into him. Chanyeol slots his lips against hers. They stay locked in a chaste kiss for a moment more then he starts to pulls back. It was totally his intent to end it there but Baekhyun's lips clings to his and to hell with it, he kisses her again.
This time his mouth starts to move insistently over hers, making her lips part for his probing tongue. Baekhyun moans and her arms circles around his neck, pulling their bodies closer to each other. His hand goes to her flared hip and the other tangles itself into her hair. Chanyeol tilts her head to the side, tongue delving deeper, kissing her more thoroughly.
Then Baekhyun starts moving her lips, too, and the kiss turns hotter, rougher and more urgent. Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun onto her back and settles between her splayed thighs, his lips still moving over hers. She draws him down to her, letting her hands roam across Chanyeol's back.
Chanyeol loses himself in their kisses, barely registering where his hands are going. His right one slides from Baekhyun's hip up to her sides until he reaches to cup the gentle swell of her breast. And damn, it is by no means flat, at all. It's perfect, he thinks. Just the perfect size. He starts to knead the soft flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt and he feels it swell enticingly to fill his eager palm. He finds the hardening nub there and he runs the pad of his thumb over it again and again, making Baekhyun arch her back in pleasure.
Chanyeol forgets that this is supposed to be just a kissing lesson, forgets he's not supposed to be hard and aching in his pants. Hell, he's close to forgetting his name. But he's helpless to stop it.
He's getting lightheaded and dizzy from the rush of having Baekhyun in his arms. His blood is thrumming happily in his veins. There's a ringing in his ears--Wait. There really is something ringing near his ear. His phone.
Na eureureong eureureong eureureong dae
Na eureureong eureureong eureureong dae
Chanyeol tears his mouth from Baekhyun's and abruptly lifts his body from her. His eyes widen when he finally remembers where he is, what he's doing and who he's doing it with. Baekhyun's staring up at him, her eyes half-lidded, her lips kiss swollen and damn it he wants to kiss them again. But then he notices where his hand was. Oh my god.
He lurches to his feet and quickly gathers his things from the study table and shoves them inside his backpack. "Um, yeah. Gotta go. My dad's going to ground me. Past my curfew. And."
He turns to see Baekhyun sitting up on the bed, hair disheveled this way and that. She looks beautifully mussed and thoroughly kissed and Chanyeol asks all the gods why they are doing this to him. He forces himself to look away.
"So, um, good job, Baek. You're a natural. Don't worry, Kris will certainly think so." Chanyeol grimaces, wanting to punch himself for what he just said. His eyes go back to his best friend and she looks like she wants to punch him, too, before she turns away. Someone kill me now.
"Thank you, then. I'll be sure to do it immediately with Kris tomorrow."
Chanyeol gets the urge to open the bedroom windows again, to jump off of them this time.
He's sweating like a pig and he just wants to fling his tuxedo top off but his mom will probably kill him if he does. He still can't find them. Shit, shit, shit.
"You look like a cross between a giraffe and a penguin."
They are in his room and Chanyeol looks down at Baekhyun as her nimble fingers fix his bowtie. She pats it one last time before she steps back and beams at him. It's the first genuine smile she has given him since that night two weeks ago. They've been awkward with each other since then. Sure Chanyeol still comes over Baekhyun's room and vice versa but the laughter seems a little too forced, the smiles a little too tight.
"Wow, thanks," he answers.
It's already prom night and soon, graduation. Chanyeol knows he should already forget about what happened and let himself enjoy his last days in high school with his best friend. It was just a fluke. He doesn't feel anything romantic for Baekhyun. He grew up with her. She's practically his sister. Yeah, that's it. Sister.
But, his brain counters, brothers don't think of kissing their sister's lips and licking into their ears or touching their boobs--fuck, he's doing it again.
Chanyeol lets out an oof when Baekhyun stabs his stomach with a hairbrush. "I asked you how I looked."
Baekhyun's hair is styled simply, the thick mass gathered into one loose knot at the back of her head, a few soft wisps allowed to float against the sides of her face. Her eyes were lined thickly around the edges, making them appear bigger and making them stand out. Her lips are covered with glossy coral-hued lipstick and damn it if he doesn't want to kiss them again.
Then as if the torture isn't enough, he catches sight of the sparkling costume gemstones glued to her neck, starting from just below her left ear, curving down to the top of her exposed shoulder. Chanyeol bites his bottom lip to keep him from drooling. Whose horrible glorious idea was that?
Baekhyun's wearing a white strapless gown which fits perfectly on her small frame. The white fabric clings to her curves lovingly, molding itself over her perfect breasts--Okay, skip. The dress tapers down to her waist and returns to flare over her ample hips before falling straight down her legs.
"Well?" Baekhyun asks, tapping her foot impatiently.
You look amazing and perfect and I can't think of you as my sister. But he settles for, "You look okay, I guess."
"Just okay?" She sounds disappointed.
Chanyeol nods lamely. "Baekhyun--"
"Hey, kids! Baekkie's date is here," Chanyeol's mom calls out, cutting off whatever Chanyeol wants to say.
They come down together and when Chanyeol catches a glimpse of Kris, standing by the door in all of his blonde glory, he fights the crazy urge to hold on to Baekhyun's hand and escort her to the prom himself. Because he's afraid that if he hands over his best friend to him, he'll lose her.
Chanyeol doesn't know what it is to be without Baekhyun.
But then he throws a glance at the amazing girl beside him and his heart sinks as he sees her smile at Kris. She looks happy. Chanyeol puts on a fake smirk on his face as their parents took a thousand pictures of the two of them (plus Kris) before they were sent off.
Now, Chanyeol's at the bar set up at one end of the school gym, nursing a disappointingly alcohol free punch and catching glimpses of Baekhyun as Kris twirled her about the dance floor. Chanyeol turns on his stool to plant his face on the cold surface of the bar in despair.
"She's pretty," someone beside him says. Chanyeol opens his eyes to see a fellow senior, Jongdae, leaning against the bar. The guy looks down at him before he returns his gaze on the dance floor. "Byun Baekhyun's pretty."
I know, he wants to say but he feels too heartbroken to speak.
"I used to have a thing for her," Jongdae continues. "But I thought she was your girl so."
"She's still my girl," Chanyeol blurts out. He straightens. Baekhyun's his girl. His feels his brain give him a pat on the back for finally realizing that.
Jongdae shrugs. He waves his hand somewhere behind Chanyeol. "Well, your girl's leaving with another guy."
Chanyeol frowns and looks at where the other's pointing at. He barely catches sight of Kris' blonde head before it disappears through the gym's exit. Where are they going?
He doesn't notice that he asked the question out loud until Jongdae answers. "To Cherry Lane Park."
"How do you know?" he asks the shorter guy.
Jongdae chuckles, "Everyone knows, sheesh. Don't you know the tradition? Every time he reaches senior year, the captain of the basketball team, whoever he is, takes his prom date to Cherry Lane Park to do the dirty under the Old Cherry Tree. He then takes her underwear and hangs it on one of the branches for everyone to see the morning after."
"What?!"
"Yeah. This year, it's Kris," Jongdae says.
"Shit!"
Chanyeol pushes people out of his way and runs after them like there's no tomorrow.
Shit, shit, shit.
He's sure he has already looked all over the park but he saw no sign of Kris' silver car or, god forbid, Baekhyun's underwear. He feels terrified and relieved at the same time.
Chanyeol slumps against the Old Cherry Tree. Goddamit, it's like Kris and Baekhyun disappeared from the face of the Earth. He looks down at his leather shoes and it's completely ruined. Just like everything is.
This is bad, he thinks, as he feels a prick of manly tears. He knows he should have looked for a guy best friend a long, long time ago. Then maybe he wouldn't be feeling this way. He wants to tear his hair out, bury his head on the ground and never come out.
He's too caught up in self-hatred that it isn't after the third ring that he hears the call. He takes his phone out and breathes out in relief when he reads:
HRH Queen Elizabaek Calling.
"Chanyeol, what the hell, 37 missed calls?!" Baekhyun yells into his ear the moment he answers.
"Where are you?" he asks. Shoulder tensing as he listens to her answer. He hears bed springs. Was she in a motel with Kris? He's stomach fills with dread.
"At home? Told Kris I wasn't feeling well--"
"Why didn't you tell me?! No, wait. I'll be there in ten." Chanyeol ends the call. And runs off again. Needless to say, the shoes are toast.
He reaches the window to Baekhyun's room with a minute to spare, the climb up the trellis on the side of the Byun’s house as easy to him as breathing. He sees Baekhyun inside, already out of her gown and face scrubbed clean. She's wearing his white shirt again.
Chanyeol knocks on the glass and Baekhyun goes to open it but doesn't move aside to let him in. "Say the password first."
"There was never a password before," Chanyeol complains.
"But I have to be more careful now, what if you turn out to be a thief or a kidnapper?" Baekhyun crosses her arms over her chest. "Password please."
"Baekhyun."
"Password," she singsongs.
"Hello Kitty."
"Damn, I knew I should have thought of a better one," Baekhyun mutters while he comes in. But Chanyeol can see the laughter in her eyes and he knows there isn't really a wrong answer.
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling fine?" he asks.
"Er, because I was feeling fine," she replies guiltily.
"Then why tell Kris that?" Chanyeol feels his heart go thump, thump, thump at the faint blush that spread across her smooth cheeks.
"I was... bored. Just wanted to go home," Baekhyun mumbles. Then she starts her own inquisition. "What's with the missed calls and gazillion text messages anyway?"
"Why weren't you answering?" he counters.
"I left my phone here. It was off. You still haven't answered my question."
"I was looking for you because I thought you and Kris were going to honor a certain school tradition," Chanyeol says before he starts to pace in front of Baekhyun, remembering the anxiety he felt earlier.
"What school tradition?" Baekhyun asks with a raised brow.
"The Cherry Lane Park tradition."
"The Cherry Lane what?"
"You know the tradition that involves the basketball captain, his prom date and underwear. Apparently that tree wasn't named because of its fruit."
"Who told you about that ridiculous piece of shit?"
"Jongdae," Chanyeol answers.
He's surprised to see Baekhyun clutch at her stomach and laugh. "Oh my god. And you believed him? Chanyeol, it's an unwritten rule. Nobody believes anything that comes out of Kim Jongdae's mouth."
Great. So he ran around like a beheaded chicken, all for nothing. Except, it isn't really for nothing. Chanyeol walks closer to his best friend. "Baekhyun."
She stops laughing and looks up at him and Chanyeol gulps because now that he has her attention, he doesn't know what to say exactly. But Baekhyun's eyes are focused on him so he blurts out the first thing on his mind.
"Don't go out with Kris anymore."
Baekhyun stares at him questioningly. "Why?"
"Um, because he shows his gums when he smiles?"
"What?" She's looking at him as if he's crazy. He probably is.
You drive me crazy. "Yeah, that's--Do you really want to date somebody like that?"
"That's it?"
"Yeah," he replies and he sees Baekhyun's disappointment in her eyes. "Oh and he's dumb?"
Baekhyun scoffs. "No. You're dumb."
"Baek--"
The short girl angrily places her hands on her hips. "You really are dumb. I'm not-- I don't like Kris. All this time. You spend your time kissing everybody else while I... I just wanted you to notice me."
Chanyeol's jaw drops.
"You never do."
But that's not true. He does notice her. "I do," he says.
"No, you don't. If you did then you would've noticed that I liked you for the longest time."
Chanyeol thinks that maybe he has known for a while now. Maybe at the back of his mind he knew that Baekhyun liked him. He even remembers when her looks started to become different. It was during tenth grade, English class when Baekhyun recited a poem about love and she gave him this split-second glance. Since then she looks at him still mostly with annoyance but now there's also more than a bit of adoration there. The same one she's giving him right now.
Chanyeol recognizes it because maybe that's how he looks at Baekhyun, too.
"I did, Baek. I did notice you. I notice you and I think you're perfect." He sees Baekhyun's eyes light up. "It's just... You and me, together? I'm not sure how it will work."
Then her eyes suddenly becomes overcast and resigned. "Okay, Chanyeol."
"Also, I noticed that you're smart but you're really, really stupid when it comes to me." Baekhyun glares and Chanyeol just wants
to snatch her up in his arms and kiss her senseless but he still has more to say. "But not as stupid as I am when it comes to you." Chanyeol takes a step closer. "So I'm going to take advantage of that. Baek?"
Baekhyun also takes a step closer. "What?"
"Will you be the Sylvester to my Tweety, the Tom to my Jerry--"
"Oh my god, you did not just."
"--the Minnie to my Mickey and uh... Dr. Doofenshmirtz to my Perry?"
"I don't think they're a legit pair--" Baekhyun laughs.
Chanyeol's sure that she'll most likely say yes but he's too nervous to wait. "Baek."
She gives him a most winsome smile. "Oh shucks, Chanyeol. I thought you'd never ask," Baekhyun says complete with a fluttering of her eyelashes.
"You witch. Is that a yes?"
"Ugh. Yes, Chanyeol. Be the fucking Batman to my Robin."
"I didn't know Batman was gay."
"If you don't kiss me in the next--"
The countdown never happens as Chanyeol’s already kissing her. Quite thoroughly. And maybe kissing was indeed like learning to ride a bicycle because… well, because. Chanyeol will think about it next time, his brain is too busy chanting Baekhyun's name to bother.
Epilogue:
"Woah, Baek, you really are as flat as a board."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah--shit, fuck, ah..."
"Woah, Yeol, I thought it was just your brain that's small."
"You didn't just--"
"I did."
"I'll never let you out of this room until you take that back."
"That was the intention."
-title is from Animal by Neon Trees
-basically me and boovi at kkt:
me: wanna write something fluffy
boovi: baek boobs pls kwi
-AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
-NO NEVER AGAIN
pairing/s: girl!baekhyun/chanyeol, very slight!krisbaek
rating: soft r
genre: fluff, humor, fail
length: oneshot, 6,239
warning/s: language, sexual themes, all the cliches in the world
summary: where chanyeol talks too much about baek being flat as a board but this isn't about her boobs at all.
an: written for shexoxygen because baek boobies. this is entirely her fault pls direct all the hate to her.
The sound of his quick footsteps hitting the paved walkway seems so loud in the silence of the deserted park. His dark eyes dart here and there, frantic in their search. He's tired but he continues running and looking around. Damn, where are they? He takes out his phone and contacts the first person on his speed dial list. Pick up, pick up.
"Chanyeol, my boobs hurt."
Chanyeol grudgingly looks up from his phone.
"You can't even call them boobs, Baek. You're as flat as a board." The tall boy isn't known for his reflexes (his mother believes he wasn't even born with them) so he doesn't move out of the way in time to avoid a stuffed cat from hitting his head. "Ouch."
"Asshole."
Chanyeol doesn't bat an eyelid. He's used to it. "Baekhyun, I really don't understand why you having your period warrants me to be here."
"I thought you're my best friend," Baekhyun says with a sniff.
He is. He has been since they were six. But it's the weekend and Park Chanyeol is a boy while Byun Baekhyun is a girl. He thinks that's reason enough why he'd rather be anywhere else than here, trapped in a ridiculously frilly room with his PMS-ing best friend. Just sitting on her Hello Kitty bean bag makes his balls want to shrivel up and die. The room is so pink. If he isn't currently feeling miserable, he'll think it's funny because it doesn't fit Baekhyun at all. He's sure his friend is a black hearted witch.
Chanyeol hears a whimper from the bed and he instantly feels guilty. Baekhyun is in the middle of her Hello Kitty bedsheets in her oldest pair of pajamas which are too big for her small body. Her face is pale and lines of tension formed on the corners of her thin lips. Her brown shoulder length hair is haphazardly held up by a pink ribbon (the result of Chanyeol's fail attempt at a French braid earlier), making her look way younger than her eighteen years. Her bangs stick to her temples as small beads of sweat appear there. Her usually bright eyes are dull with pain.
"You look like crap," he says.
"I feel like crap," Baekhyun answers with a groan before she drops down and curls on her side, giving him her back.
With another sigh, Chanyeol stands up and joins her on the bed. He settles behind his friend and lies on his side, too, propping his head up with his elbow. He reaches over Baekhyun's waist to replace the slender hand holding the compress with his own large one, pressing the hot pack firmly against her lower belly.
He hears Baekhyun let out a small sigh of relief and Chanyeol can't help but grin as he looked down at her. For all her sassiness, Byun Baekhyun's really just a little kitten.
"I finally found some use for you,” she mutters.
A kitten with sharp surgical stainless steel claws.
"Kris asked me out," she says after a while.
For some reason, Chanyeol's smile falls and he frowns. "Kris Wu? The dude from Canada? The--"
"Did you just say dude?"
"--really tall guy with blonde hair?"
"Woah, Chanyeol. I didn't know you were a fan," Baekhyun says with a fake gasp.
"What for?" Chanyeol asks, ignoring Baekhyun's impertinence.
"What do you mean what for? He asked me out on a date of course. He was really sweet about it, too."
"What did you tell him?" Chanyeol finds himself holding his breath while he waits for Baekhyun's answer.
"Lower," Baekhyun murmurs sleepily and Chanyeol moves the compress lower. "There."
"Baek, what did you say?" he asks impatiently but she just hums in contentment. Chanyeol resorts to his tried-and-tested method of riling Baekhyun. He just prays she's too sleepy to hit him in the head again.
"Baekhyun." He leans close to her ear and blows on it. He receives a weak elbow to the ribs but at least she answers.
"Haven't replied yet."
Well, that's strange. He knows Baekhyun has been crushing on the other guy since he transferred to their high school two semesters ago. She even dragged Chanyeol once to a game just to watch her "hunk" play. Why is she hesitating?
"Why not? Isn't this your chance? You should say yes. I mean, the guy's pretty popular and let's face it. It's not every day a guy like him asks out a girl like you."
Baekhyun shifts her head to look up at him, eyes narrowed. "Like what?"
"You know that between the two of us, no offense, I'm--"
"Don't," Baekhyun warned.
"Prettier."
"You didn't."
"I did," Chanyeol replies with a smirk.
But maybe Baekhyun really is in pain because she just huffs and turns her back at Chanyeol again. He sees her groping for something under the sheets. It doesn't take long for him to know what she was looking for as her cellphone quite painfully connects with his chest.
He really should find a new best friend. Preferably someone who lives more than two houses away from him. Preferably a guy.
"I'm too sleepy. You do it," she mumbles and proceeds to close her eyes, snuggling her back against Chanyeol.
He unlocks her phone and sees her wallpaper. It’s a picture of them together, taken in Baekhyun's room last week, the night of the local soccer match. Both of them were in dresses and in full make-up, Chanyeol with LOSER written in red lipstick on his forehead. He swears he is never going to bet against her again.
Chanyeol's tempted to type SUCK MY BALLS EHEHEH and send it to Kris but as much as Baekhyun annoys him, he's afraid of her, so he sends an OK~ ^-^v. He watches the small envelope icon disappear from the screen, signaling the message was sent, before he places the phone beside his friend.
It's actually great that Baekhyun's finally getting a boyfriend. At least she'll stop pestering him when she's having her period. She'll now have Kris for that. Chanyeol glances down at her slumbering profile and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Somehow, imagining Kris doing the same thing to his best friend doesn't sit well with him.
Chanyeol shakes the thought out of his head. He then realizes he can now escape for Baekhyun sleeps like the dead. But then he pauses when he remembers he'll have nothing to do since Baekhyun won't be able to come with him anyway.
I'll find a new best friend tomorrow, he thinks before he rests his head beside Baekhyun's and joins her in her nap.
He leans against the trunk of a tree and tries to catch his breath. He swears he has never run this fast or this long in his life. Stupid bus queues. He kicks on the grass. Where the hell are you?
"Ugh."
Chanyeol watches Baekhyun try to reach for the handrail and fail to as the bus swerves. She falls smack against his chest and Chanyeol gets a head-full of hair in his mouth. His best friend straightens and glares at him as if it was his fault.
Okay, so maybe technically it is. Baekhyun wanted to wait for a less occupied bus but Chanyeol's tired after a playing guitar three hours straight for the glee club (which Baekhyun is actually a part of) and he just wants to go home. Now, they're both standing squashed against each other in a packed bus and Baekhyun is giving him the dirty eye as she holds onto his arm.
"Dumb giant," she says.
"Why are you so short?" he taunts in return. Personally, Chanyeol likes that Baekhyun's height just barely reaches his nose. That way he can look down at her which, after all the grief she always gives him, makes him feel a little better about himself.
"Well, why are you so tall? Oh, no. Don't answer. I get it!" She smirks up at him. "God felt sorry that he gave you such a small brain so he made up for it by giving you longer legs!"
Park Chanyeol, what happened to your finding another best friend?
"Oh, I get it, too!" he says. "You're so short God felt sorry and gave you large--"
"Don't say it."
"Thighs," he finishes triumphantly.
"You didn't," Baekhyun glares.
"I did." He pretends to pause in thought. "Oh, but since your thighs are really huge, is that why you also have small boobs?"
Chanyeol's expecting the punch to the stomach but it doesn't make it less painful.
"What's with you and boobs anyway?" she asks.
He sees Baekhyun's eyes twinkle. That can't be good.
"Gosh, Yeol. You should've just told me you wanted a pair for yourself. I mean, I could have lent you some of my bras and we could've stuffed them to make it look real. I'd do it for you, that's what sisterhood is," she finishes with a wink. Her voice carried over to the group of ahjummas to the left and he receives four judging stares.
"You little--" he starts to say but then he freezes. There is a hand. On his butt. A large groping hand on his butt. What the hell?
Before Chanyeol can even turn to look, he feels himself pushed to the side by Baekhyun.
"Hey, you old lecher, unhand my friend!" she screeches. Chanyeol turns and he finally sees the lecher who was feeling up his ass.
"Who are you calling lecher, little girl?" the man sneers.
You just made a mistake, old man, Chanyeol thinks. Only Chanyeol can call Baekhyun little and live to tell the tale. Chanyeol watches as his best friend smiles sweetly at the guy.
"There's no other balding lecher here but you!"
"Why you--" The man lifts his fist.
Chanyeol readies himself to protect Baekhyun when the bus suddenly halts and unbalances the guy. Thankfully, it's already their stop. He holds onto Baekhyun and leads her towards the doors to avoid further confrontation. She only lets him pull her away after she painfully stomps on the lecher's foot, earning her a pained yelp from the man. They got off soon enough and Chanyeol frowns at Baekhyun, remembering that she almost got hit by the guy.
"You should have let it go, Baek."
Baekhyun looks incredulously at him. "He was groping your butt, Chanyeol! What? Are you telling me you liked it?"
"Of course not!" he answers indignantly.
"Then that's that," she says with a satisfied nod before she walks away, her school skirt swaying briskly in time with her sure strides.
He wants to stomp his own foot in frustration. How does he explain that girl best friends shouldn't defend their guy best friends against mean looking men? If she got hurt, Chanyeol won't know what to do with himself.
He follows behind her and stays silent. Baekhyun pauses and turns to him. She then lifts both her arms up and looks up at him expectantly. Chanyeol eyes her warily.
"I'm tired," she says, arms still raised. "Piggyback."
"Byun Baekhyun, we went to the same classes and I even played for your glee club. I'm tired, too,” he grumbles.
"Park Chanyeol, I just defended your honor and you can't even do this for me?" she asks, clutching at her chest and pretending to be hurt. She huffs when he doesn't say anything. "Fine."
Chanyeol looks at the heavens and asks the stars what stupid thing he did in his past life for him to be left saddled with a friend like her. He stubbornly holds his ground and he actually lasts more than he expected to. Baekhyun's already four steps away before he gives in. He removes his school jacket and rushes forward to squat in front of her. She did defend his butt.
Perhaps the sound of Baekhyun's laughter as she climbs on his back is enough reason to always give in to her. It always leaves him with this warm feeling in his chest. Also, Chanyeol reasons, giving in to Baekhyun means Happy Baekhyun. Happy Baekhyun means Injury-free Chanyeol and Injury-free Chanyeol is a Happy Chanyeol.
"Okay, peasant. To the royal palace!" she says in her haughty queen's voice before she bursts into another laugh.
"I'll drop you,” he threatens.
Baekhyun tightens her arms around Chanyeol's neck and whispers confidently in his ear. "You won't."
He's annoyed that she's always right. She's impossible but Chanyeol doesn't think he'll ever let go of Baekhyun. And it's weird that he doesn't feel weird about that.
The number you dialed is not available at this moment...
He looks at his wrist watch. Five minutes to midnight. He wants to stab himself because this exact time two weeks ago, the thing he's looking for was already in his arms and he just had to be all stupid and realize it too late.
No, there's still time, he thinks desperately.
He runs again.
"Kris tried to kiss me today."
Chanyeol glances at the clock on the study table and down at his barely finished Lit homework before he turns to look at Baekhyun. She’s lying on her back on the bed, legs raised and outstretched, feet flat against the wall above the headboard. Chanyeol’s pretty sure that the large white Stussy shirt she's wearing over her pajama bottoms is his. Although he doesn't know how it ended up with her, he doesn't mind. He's given up looking for it a long time ago anyway.
Chanyeol's also pretty sure he doesn't have time for this discussion since it's already five minutes to his midnight curfew (based on the tone Baekhyun used, he knows it's going to be a long one) but he also doesn't know how to ever deny Baekhyun anything. So even if he really wants to finish copying his friend's homework and go home to change out of his uniform and dive into his own bed (and maybe never wake up ever again), he stops writing and gives his attention to Baekhyun.
"Kris Wu tried to kiss you? Was he drunk? That's the only reason he would want to," he snickers. Chanyeol automatically ducks after, waiting for something to go flying his way, but nothing comes. "Baek?"
He tries to read the troubled look in her eyes.
"It happened after their practice game," she starts. "Remember when I messaged you earlier about not coming home together?"
"Yeah." Chanyeol kind of hates that. He hasn't seen Baekhyun that much for the past few weeks. He can actually do this homework at his house and just return her notes tomorrow but he admits he misses his best friend so he stayed.
"So he made me stay behind a bit and we talked in the gym. When everyone else had gone... he tried to kiss me." Baekhyun doesn't look happy.
"Did he force himself on you?" he demands. Chanyeol's suddenly very angry. He walks to the bed and leans over Baekhyun. "Want me to do him in?"
He'll probably end up dead if Kris calls the basketball team as back up but at that moment he meant what he said.
Baekhyun laughs and the tension Chanyeol feels in his gut, loosens.
"Chanyeol, if I wanted Kris beaten up, I'd do it myself. Stop frowning, he didn't force himself on me."
His eyes go to Baekhyun's shiny hair spread out on the sheets, forming a halo around her head.
"And you can't even punch properly," Baekhyun adds with a smirk.
Not halo, he thinks. Halos are for angels and Baekhyun's far from being one. She looks like one, though. Pretty.
Wait. Where did that come from?
"Is there even a proper way to punch?" Chanyeol asks, exasperated. He runs his hand through his short hair. He feels listless all of a sudden.
"Anything's proper except for the sissy way you do."
Baekhyun laughs again and Chanyeol feels his stomach fall. What the hell?
Chanyeol scowls to hide his discomfiture. "So what's the problem?" he asks, voice rough with frustration. He doesn't even know why he's frustrated.
"Well, when he leaned down, I stepped back and told him I had to go home soon because I promised to help you with school work," Baekhyun explains.
Great. Now Kris Wu's probably out to do him in.
"I thought you liked him." Chanyeol hates that he sounds... jealous. Because he isn't.
"I did. I mean--I do. It's just that. I don't know how to kiss? And you told me it's my only chance to get someone like him to like me and so I want it to be perfect and just. I don't--" Baekhyun rambles on.
Chanyeol sits beside her and covers her mouth with his hand. "You know I was just joking, Baek." He pinches her nose. "You're a great girl."
There's silence and the expression on Baekhyun's face is priceless. She looks thoroughly shocked. A few seconds later, she rolls her eyes and sits up. The collar is too wide, exposing her smooth shoulder and--Park Chanyeol you didn't notice that.
"Clap Clap, Park. You managed to say that with a straight face."
"I know right," he says reflexively, bickering with Baekhyun's almost second nature to him now.
His best friend sighs. "I was serious about the kissing thing, Chanyeol."
I was serious about the you-being-great thing, too.
"What do you need me for, then, Baek?" he asks instead.
"Kiss me."
A pause.
"Clap Clap, Byun. You managed to say that with a straight face."
Yup, there goes the pillow to the head.
"Ugh. You're stupid."
Chanyeol rubs where the pillow hit. "I think we've established that since we were eight."
"Chanyeol," she says in a long suffering voice. "Focus. Didn't you like tell me, you already kissed a lot of girls. Like there's the tall blonde one and the black haired one and the other with red hair and--" By the time she ended listing Chanyeol's hook ups, he thinks she looks kind of mad at him.
"So what, Baek? I'm a healthy guy with a healthy sex drive and--"
Except for that one time where I cried because I couldn't put it in, I'm still pretty much a virgin. Not that I will tell you that.
"You're a gross guy. That's what you are," Baekhyun pokes at his chest. "But for the sake of science, I'm willing to practice with you. Just this time. Just once. I mean, I read somewhere that kissing is just like learning to ride a bike. You just need to do it once and then you already know it for life. So yeah."
"Shit, are you serious?"
Baekhyun gives him the look. The one which usually means one wrong move and he's dead. And fuck it. He really doesn't have any choice now does he?
Yeah, right, Park. Whatever makes you sleep at night.
"Okay." He nods. Chanyeol sees Baekhyun relax and he feels almost better about agreeing with this thing. Almost. Because now, he's the one getting nervous.
Baekhyun scoots closer to him and Chanyeol wants to fling her bedroom windows open. Why is it suddenly so hot in here?
"What do I do now?" she asks, angling her head to the side. She's smiling, waiting.
She makes him recall a random childhood memory of a young chubby girl in red hapkido uniform going all "Hiyaaah! Hiyaaaaah!" while she kicks an equally chubby boy covered in foam pads. Now, six years later, Chanyeol looks at Baekhyun, and he thinks the little girl still has those dazzling eyes. Then his brain goes shit, shit, shit because since when was Baekhyun this pretty?
Baekhyun hits his thigh with her palm. "Hey. What do we do?"
"Um." Chanyeol nervously puts his hands on Baekhyun's shoulders and oops, is that skin he's touching? But his best friend doesn't seem to mind so he lets his hand stay. "Are you really okay with this?"
Baekhyun laughs. "Yes! Okay. So you pretend I'm one of your girlfriends and I pretend you're Kris."
Chanyeol strangely feels a deep resentment for Kris. "Why do I have to be Kris?" he asks bitterly.
"Do you want me to be Kris? I knew it! I knew you had a thing for him," Baekhyun teases. Chanyeol can't find it in himself to laugh, though.
"Let's get this over with, Baek," he says sharply.
Something flashes in Baekhyun's eyes and Chanyeol tries to ignore the frantic beating of his heart. He leans in, at the same time pulling Baekhyun closer and closer by the nape until their noses are touching.
Baekhyun closes her eyes and her lips part a little in expectation and Chanyeol thinks he's screwed. He stares and stares at her face and at that tiny mole on the side of her upper lip. He tries to convince himself that this is just practice but he's failing. It feels like he's on the edge of a cliff and just. Shit.
"Any minute now," Baekhyun says, eyes still closed but soft mouth spread wide in a smile and Chanyeol feels hot and cold and he gives up. He badly wants to taste that smile.
So he does.
The first touch of lips sends a jolt of electricity down his spine. He feels Baekhyun stiffen for a second before she relaxes and leans into him. Chanyeol slots his lips against hers. They stay locked in a chaste kiss for a moment more then he starts to pulls back. It was totally his intent to end it there but Baekhyun's lips clings to his and to hell with it, he kisses her again.
This time his mouth starts to move insistently over hers, making her lips part for his probing tongue. Baekhyun moans and her arms circles around his neck, pulling their bodies closer to each other. His hand goes to her flared hip and the other tangles itself into her hair. Chanyeol tilts her head to the side, tongue delving deeper, kissing her more thoroughly.
Then Baekhyun starts moving her lips, too, and the kiss turns hotter, rougher and more urgent. Chanyeol pushes Baekhyun onto her back and settles between her splayed thighs, his lips still moving over hers. She draws him down to her, letting her hands roam across Chanyeol's back.
Chanyeol loses himself in their kisses, barely registering where his hands are going. His right one slides from Baekhyun's hip up to her sides until he reaches to cup the gentle swell of her breast. And damn, it is by no means flat, at all. It's perfect, he thinks. Just the perfect size. He starts to knead the soft flesh through the thin fabric of his shirt and he feels it swell enticingly to fill his eager palm. He finds the hardening nub there and he runs the pad of his thumb over it again and again, making Baekhyun arch her back in pleasure.
Chanyeol forgets that this is supposed to be just a kissing lesson, forgets he's not supposed to be hard and aching in his pants. Hell, he's close to forgetting his name. But he's helpless to stop it.
He's getting lightheaded and dizzy from the rush of having Baekhyun in his arms. His blood is thrumming happily in his veins. There's a ringing in his ears--Wait. There really is something ringing near his ear. His phone.
Na eureureong eureureong eureureong dae
Na eureureong eureureong eureureong dae
Chanyeol tears his mouth from Baekhyun's and abruptly lifts his body from her. His eyes widen when he finally remembers where he is, what he's doing and who he's doing it with. Baekhyun's staring up at him, her eyes half-lidded, her lips kiss swollen and damn it he wants to kiss them again. But then he notices where his hand was. Oh my god.
He lurches to his feet and quickly gathers his things from the study table and shoves them inside his backpack. "Um, yeah. Gotta go. My dad's going to ground me. Past my curfew. And."
He turns to see Baekhyun sitting up on the bed, hair disheveled this way and that. She looks beautifully mussed and thoroughly kissed and Chanyeol asks all the gods why they are doing this to him. He forces himself to look away.
"So, um, good job, Baek. You're a natural. Don't worry, Kris will certainly think so." Chanyeol grimaces, wanting to punch himself for what he just said. His eyes go back to his best friend and she looks like she wants to punch him, too, before she turns away. Someone kill me now.
"Thank you, then. I'll be sure to do it immediately with Kris tomorrow."
Chanyeol gets the urge to open the bedroom windows again, to jump off of them this time.
He's sweating like a pig and he just wants to fling his tuxedo top off but his mom will probably kill him if he does. He still can't find them. Shit, shit, shit.
"You look like a cross between a giraffe and a penguin."
They are in his room and Chanyeol looks down at Baekhyun as her nimble fingers fix his bowtie. She pats it one last time before she steps back and beams at him. It's the first genuine smile she has given him since that night two weeks ago. They've been awkward with each other since then. Sure Chanyeol still comes over Baekhyun's room and vice versa but the laughter seems a little too forced, the smiles a little too tight.
"Wow, thanks," he answers.
It's already prom night and soon, graduation. Chanyeol knows he should already forget about what happened and let himself enjoy his last days in high school with his best friend. It was just a fluke. He doesn't feel anything romantic for Baekhyun. He grew up with her. She's practically his sister. Yeah, that's it. Sister.
But, his brain counters, brothers don't think of kissing their sister's lips and licking into their ears or touching their boobs--fuck, he's doing it again.
Chanyeol lets out an oof when Baekhyun stabs his stomach with a hairbrush. "I asked you how I looked."
Baekhyun's hair is styled simply, the thick mass gathered into one loose knot at the back of her head, a few soft wisps allowed to float against the sides of her face. Her eyes were lined thickly around the edges, making them appear bigger and making them stand out. Her lips are covered with glossy coral-hued lipstick and damn it if he doesn't want to kiss them again.
Then as if the torture isn't enough, he catches sight of the sparkling costume gemstones glued to her neck, starting from just below her left ear, curving down to the top of her exposed shoulder. Chanyeol bites his bottom lip to keep him from drooling. Whose horrible glorious idea was that?
Baekhyun's wearing a white strapless gown which fits perfectly on her small frame. The white fabric clings to her curves lovingly, molding itself over her perfect breasts--Okay, skip. The dress tapers down to her waist and returns to flare over her ample hips before falling straight down her legs.
"Well?" Baekhyun asks, tapping her foot impatiently.
You look amazing and perfect and I can't think of you as my sister. But he settles for, "You look okay, I guess."
"Just okay?" She sounds disappointed.
Chanyeol nods lamely. "Baekhyun--"
"Hey, kids! Baekkie's date is here," Chanyeol's mom calls out, cutting off whatever Chanyeol wants to say.
They come down together and when Chanyeol catches a glimpse of Kris, standing by the door in all of his blonde glory, he fights the crazy urge to hold on to Baekhyun's hand and escort her to the prom himself. Because he's afraid that if he hands over his best friend to him, he'll lose her.
Chanyeol doesn't know what it is to be without Baekhyun.
But then he throws a glance at the amazing girl beside him and his heart sinks as he sees her smile at Kris. She looks happy. Chanyeol puts on a fake smirk on his face as their parents took a thousand pictures of the two of them (plus Kris) before they were sent off.
Now, Chanyeol's at the bar set up at one end of the school gym, nursing a disappointingly alcohol free punch and catching glimpses of Baekhyun as Kris twirled her about the dance floor. Chanyeol turns on his stool to plant his face on the cold surface of the bar in despair.
"She's pretty," someone beside him says. Chanyeol opens his eyes to see a fellow senior, Jongdae, leaning against the bar. The guy looks down at him before he returns his gaze on the dance floor. "Byun Baekhyun's pretty."
I know, he wants to say but he feels too heartbroken to speak.
"I used to have a thing for her," Jongdae continues. "But I thought she was your girl so."
"She's still my girl," Chanyeol blurts out. He straightens. Baekhyun's his girl. His feels his brain give him a pat on the back for finally realizing that.
Jongdae shrugs. He waves his hand somewhere behind Chanyeol. "Well, your girl's leaving with another guy."
Chanyeol frowns and looks at where the other's pointing at. He barely catches sight of Kris' blonde head before it disappears through the gym's exit. Where are they going?
He doesn't notice that he asked the question out loud until Jongdae answers. "To Cherry Lane Park."
"How do you know?" he asks the shorter guy.
Jongdae chuckles, "Everyone knows, sheesh. Don't you know the tradition? Every time he reaches senior year, the captain of the basketball team, whoever he is, takes his prom date to Cherry Lane Park to do the dirty under the Old Cherry Tree. He then takes her underwear and hangs it on one of the branches for everyone to see the morning after."
"What?!"
"Yeah. This year, it's Kris," Jongdae says.
"Shit!"
Chanyeol pushes people out of his way and runs after them like there's no tomorrow.
Shit, shit, shit.
He's sure he has already looked all over the park but he saw no sign of Kris' silver car or, god forbid, Baekhyun's underwear. He feels terrified and relieved at the same time.
Chanyeol slumps against the Old Cherry Tree. Goddamit, it's like Kris and Baekhyun disappeared from the face of the Earth. He looks down at his leather shoes and it's completely ruined. Just like everything is.
This is bad, he thinks, as he feels a prick of manly tears. He knows he should have looked for a guy best friend a long, long time ago. Then maybe he wouldn't be feeling this way. He wants to tear his hair out, bury his head on the ground and never come out.
He's too caught up in self-hatred that it isn't after the third ring that he hears the call. He takes his phone out and breathes out in relief when he reads:
HRH Queen Elizabaek Calling.
"Chanyeol, what the hell, 37 missed calls?!" Baekhyun yells into his ear the moment he answers.
"Where are you?" he asks. Shoulder tensing as he listens to her answer. He hears bed springs. Was she in a motel with Kris? He's stomach fills with dread.
"At home? Told Kris I wasn't feeling well--"
"Why didn't you tell me?! No, wait. I'll be there in ten." Chanyeol ends the call. And runs off again. Needless to say, the shoes are toast.
He reaches the window to Baekhyun's room with a minute to spare, the climb up the trellis on the side of the Byun’s house as easy to him as breathing. He sees Baekhyun inside, already out of her gown and face scrubbed clean. She's wearing his white shirt again.
Chanyeol knocks on the glass and Baekhyun goes to open it but doesn't move aside to let him in. "Say the password first."
"There was never a password before," Chanyeol complains.
"But I have to be more careful now, what if you turn out to be a thief or a kidnapper?" Baekhyun crosses her arms over her chest. "Password please."
"Baekhyun."
"Password," she singsongs.
"Hello Kitty."
"Damn, I knew I should have thought of a better one," Baekhyun mutters while he comes in. But Chanyeol can see the laughter in her eyes and he knows there isn't really a wrong answer.
"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling fine?" he asks.
"Er, because I was feeling fine," she replies guiltily.
"Then why tell Kris that?" Chanyeol feels his heart go thump, thump, thump at the faint blush that spread across her smooth cheeks.
"I was... bored. Just wanted to go home," Baekhyun mumbles. Then she starts her own inquisition. "What's with the missed calls and gazillion text messages anyway?"
"Why weren't you answering?" he counters.
"I left my phone here. It was off. You still haven't answered my question."
"I was looking for you because I thought you and Kris were going to honor a certain school tradition," Chanyeol says before he starts to pace in front of Baekhyun, remembering the anxiety he felt earlier.
"What school tradition?" Baekhyun asks with a raised brow.
"The Cherry Lane Park tradition."
"The Cherry Lane what?"
"You know the tradition that involves the basketball captain, his prom date and underwear. Apparently that tree wasn't named because of its fruit."
"Who told you about that ridiculous piece of shit?"
"Jongdae," Chanyeol answers.
He's surprised to see Baekhyun clutch at her stomach and laugh. "Oh my god. And you believed him? Chanyeol, it's an unwritten rule. Nobody believes anything that comes out of Kim Jongdae's mouth."
Great. So he ran around like a beheaded chicken, all for nothing. Except, it isn't really for nothing. Chanyeol walks closer to his best friend. "Baekhyun."
She stops laughing and looks up at him and Chanyeol gulps because now that he has her attention, he doesn't know what to say exactly. But Baekhyun's eyes are focused on him so he blurts out the first thing on his mind.
"Don't go out with Kris anymore."
Baekhyun stares at him questioningly. "Why?"
"Um, because he shows his gums when he smiles?"
"What?" She's looking at him as if he's crazy. He probably is.
You drive me crazy. "Yeah, that's--Do you really want to date somebody like that?"
"That's it?"
"Yeah," he replies and he sees Baekhyun's disappointment in her eyes. "Oh and he's dumb?"
Baekhyun scoffs. "No. You're dumb."
"Baek--"
The short girl angrily places her hands on her hips. "You really are dumb. I'm not-- I don't like Kris. All this time. You spend your time kissing everybody else while I... I just wanted you to notice me."
Chanyeol's jaw drops.
"You never do."
But that's not true. He does notice her. "I do," he says.
"No, you don't. If you did then you would've noticed that I liked you for the longest time."
Chanyeol thinks that maybe he has known for a while now. Maybe at the back of his mind he knew that Baekhyun liked him. He even remembers when her looks started to become different. It was during tenth grade, English class when Baekhyun recited a poem about love and she gave him this split-second glance. Since then she looks at him still mostly with annoyance but now there's also more than a bit of adoration there. The same one she's giving him right now.
Chanyeol recognizes it because maybe that's how he looks at Baekhyun, too.
"I did, Baek. I did notice you. I notice you and I think you're perfect." He sees Baekhyun's eyes light up. "It's just... You and me, together? I'm not sure how it will work."
Then her eyes suddenly becomes overcast and resigned. "Okay, Chanyeol."
"Also, I noticed that you're smart but you're really, really stupid when it comes to me." Baekhyun glares and Chanyeol just wants
to snatch her up in his arms and kiss her senseless but he still has more to say. "But not as stupid as I am when it comes to you." Chanyeol takes a step closer. "So I'm going to take advantage of that. Baek?"
Baekhyun also takes a step closer. "What?"
"Will you be the Sylvester to my Tweety, the Tom to my Jerry--"
"Oh my god, you did not just."
"--the Minnie to my Mickey and uh... Dr. Doofenshmirtz to my Perry?"
"I don't think they're a legit pair--" Baekhyun laughs.
Chanyeol's sure that she'll most likely say yes but he's too nervous to wait. "Baek."
She gives him a most winsome smile. "Oh shucks, Chanyeol. I thought you'd never ask," Baekhyun says complete with a fluttering of her eyelashes.
"You witch. Is that a yes?"
"Ugh. Yes, Chanyeol. Be the fucking Batman to my Robin."
"I didn't know Batman was gay."
"If you don't kiss me in the next--"
The countdown never happens as Chanyeol’s already kissing her. Quite thoroughly. And maybe kissing was indeed like learning to ride a bicycle because… well, because. Chanyeol will think about it next time, his brain is too busy chanting Baekhyun's name to bother.
Epilogue:
"Woah, Baek, you really are as flat as a board."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah--shit, fuck, ah..."
"Woah, Yeol, I thought it was just your brain that's small."
"You didn't just--"
"I did."
"I'll never let you out of this room until you take that back."
"That was the intention."
-title is from Animal by Neon Trees
-basically me and boovi at kkt:
me: wanna write something fluffy
boovi: baek boobs pls kwi
-AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
-NO NEVER AGAIN