Nothing but You
Title: Nothing but You
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Baekhyun never knew that Chanyeol could speak more than one language.
Author's Note: Written for CBPH drabble event. Originally posted here.
Baekhyun was on the last page of Nicholas Spark’s Safe Haven when he heard a muffled sound of Chanyeol’s voice. His finger stopped moving against the words on the pages, an old habit that wouldn’t die. He turned his head, noting that Chanyeol was still sleeping soundly in the couch. Baekhyun couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw how uncomfortable Chanyeol was in that position: one leg touching the floor while the other was hanging on the couch’s arm. A thick blanket was covering his body, and he was still trembling due to the coldness in the room. Baekhyun had warned the boy that the weather was going to be cold tonight, but Chanyeol won’t listen. Instead, he snuggled up against the couch before he fell asleep unknowingly. Baekhyun had a sudden cramp in his legs, a result of sitting for almost an hour. Careful not to make any noise, he straightened his legs.
The only sound in the room was the pit pat of rain hitting the windowpanes, and his eyes felt heavy as he yawned countless times. He had to stay awake because of Chanyeol, aware that the boy had a mild fever since that evening. With no one inside the house to take care of him, Baekhyun who acted as the nicest neighbor ever one might be, voluntarily picked himself to look after Chanyeol. He did the most normal things one would do when caring for a sick person: preparing hot chicken porridge, massaging their head and even singing a lullaby until they fell asleep. Okay, maybe not the last one. It was gifted that Baekhyun could sing well, so he was forced to sing a kid’s song to Chanyeol as his fingers were busy massaging Chanyeol’s painful forehead.
Honestly, Baekhyun couldn’t care less what other people did. He always kept a principle that he wouldn’t care what others did as long as they did not disturb his already peaceful and serene life. Sehun, his only friend had reminded him about this, to socialize and mingle around with some people, but Baekhyun preferred it that way. Sehun should be proud that at least Baekhyun wanted to befriend him.
When Chanyeol appeared in front of his house one day, wearing a cheery expression on his face, Baekhyun didn’t know why he would let his guard down. He ended up letting this boy enter his world without any notice, and the last thing he knew, something built up in the relationship, something that Baekhyun couldn’t fathom well.
“Hmm…”
Baekhyun heard it again. He closed the book, tossing it on the coffee table before scooting closer to the couch and putting the back of his hand against the boy’s sweaty forehead. It’s getting better, Baekhyun thought and he headed for the kitchen to boil up the porridge on the stove. Chanyeol must be hungry once he woke up from his slumber.
“Awak nak jadi kekasih saya tak, Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun stopped walking. He creased his eyebrows at the mention of his name and turned to look at Chanyeol once again. What was this boy saying? The only word he understood was his name. Kekasyih? Kakasih? Was that a Japanese boy’s name? He had no idea how those words should be pronounced. Baekhyun was pretty convinced that those weren’t Korean words said in dialect, because he knew how Korean dialect worked even if he wasn’t good at it. Aside from that, he was quite mesmerized by how Chanyeol would know the language that was obviously not Korean words. He leaned over closer, rubbing Chanyeol’s right arm to wake him up.
“Chanyeol.”
His voice was low, and Chanyeol slowly fluttered his eyes open. When he tried to breathe, he looked so tired since his nose was blocked with thick liquid.
“What is it?” Chanyeol croaked. His hair was dishevelled and messy. When he looked at Baekhyun, confusion was apparent on the latter’s face, indicating that something was bothering him.
“Nothing. Go to sleep.”
It had been two days since Baekhyun had tried his best to avoid meeting Chanyeol at all cost. But living next to Chanyeol’s house was the biggest reason why he’d frequently meet the tall boy, everywhere - be it when he was changing his clothes and noticing that Chanyeol was looking at him with an undefined expression through the windows of their bedrooms, or when he was walking leisurely on the streets near the neighborhood. Park Chanyeol was everywhere since that incident happened.
That day, Baekhyun had spent almost two hours sitting in the library, surrounded with piles of books he’d taken off from the shelves; most of them were dictionaries and books compiling words and languages from other countries. It was a Thursday morning, and he had no morning class on Thursdays. He’d flicked over the pages of the dictionaries and thick books impatiently, only to find that he was literally clueless about what he was doing. Tossing the books on the floor, he rested his head against the cold metal shelf, letting those words Chanyeol had said last two days suffused his mind. He still couldn’t work out what those words meant, so he sighed relentlessly as he returned the books on the shelves.
“Baekhyun.”
Not again, Baekhyun thought. He packed his belongings into his duffel bag, made his way through the crowds in the hallway before Chanyeol could talk to him. But the latter was faster than him. Given that he was a good sprinter in the campus, Baekhyun’s arm was in his grip in a matter of second as he spun the petite boy around, making the other students look at them with unexplainable expressions as if they were filming some sort of a musical drama in the hallway.
“Why are you running away from me?” Chanyeol asked breathlessly.
“I am not.”
“No, you are avoiding me. Are you mad at me?”
“Why should I?”
“I don’t know. Are you doing this because I asked you to sing Three Bears for me when I was sick?” Chanyeol raised his brows, looking so innocent with that expression on.
Baekhyun blinked his eyes confusingly.
“What are you holding in your hands?” Chanyeol asked.
“N-Nothing.”
“What are you doing with those books? They look super heavy,” Chanyeol said. “Come, let me help you.” He voluntarily helped the boy carry the heavy books in his hand, but he was shoved away so suddenly that the books fell down onto the floor with a loud thud, the sound resonating across the hallway. Chanyeol threw the boy a shocked glance, couldn’t believe what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun apologized, squatting on the ground and picking them up one by one before he lost in the middle of the crowds once again and left Chanyeol.
The worst thing that could have ever happened to Baekhyun was when the light in his bedroom suddenly went out that night and he was busy preparing for his English test tomorrow and no one could ever save him from that trouble. His dad was bad at fixing things, and so he was. He hated studying in the living room since that was where his siblings would lie down and watch their favorite Doraemon movie with the highest volume on, and Baekhyun couldn’t see the reason he should be studying in that area.
So when Chanyeol suddenly rang his doorbell and fixed the broken bulb, Baekhyun thanked him silently as he watched how Chanyeol’s hands worked professionally when he removed the bulb and replaced it with a new one.
“We need to talk,” Chanyeol said out of nowhere, after he climbed down the chair. Baekhyun was now cornered against the wall, trying to find a way to escape from him. He was sweating profusely as he was forced to stare into Chanyeol’s eyes.
Baekhyun built up his guard, trying not to tremble in front of Chanyeol.
“Did I do anything wrong?”
“No.”
“Then, why did you-” Chanyeol stopped speaking when he saw the look on Baekhyun’s face. “We can talk this out and solve it together if you have any problems though,” he suggested, placing his hands on Baekhyun’s cheeks and making the latter face him eye-to-eye.
Baekhyun had never stayed that close to Chanyeol. No, he actually never stayed that close to anyone except with his parents. So when Chanyeol did this to him, he didn’t realize that his heart was beating so loudly that the other could hear the loud thumps against his chest.
“You said something about me in your sleep. In an alien language,” Baekhyun muttered.
“What?”
Brows drawn together, Baekhyun added, “Something about kakashi or akasih… I don’t even know how to pronounce it.”
Something was wrong. Chanyeol clearly remembered the words he’d said because he actually wasn’t really sleeping the time he blurted out those words.
Smiling, he brought Baekhyun’s body closer to him. “Is it something like this? Nak jadi kekasih saya tak, Baekhyun?”
“Exactly!” Baekhyun shouted excitedly, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. His cheeks were red in color, and Chanyeol was smiling admiringly.
“It’s in Bahasa,” Chanyeol said, and now everything was clear to Baekhyun. “Do you want to know what that sentence means?”
Silence.
“It means “Do you want to be my boyfriend, Baekhyun?” He said, taking a deep breath in between. “I love you, Byun Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun didn’t know why but he sure wanted to answer ‘yes’ to everything Chanyeol said, because he too, had fallen in love with Park Chanyeol.
A/N: This is just a stupid drabble, I'm sorry T.T
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Baekhyun never knew that Chanyeol could speak more than one language.
Author's Note: Written for CBPH drabble event. Originally posted here.
Baekhyun was on the last page of Nicholas Spark’s Safe Haven when he heard a muffled sound of Chanyeol’s voice. His finger stopped moving against the words on the pages, an old habit that wouldn’t die. He turned his head, noting that Chanyeol was still sleeping soundly in the couch. Baekhyun couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw how uncomfortable Chanyeol was in that position: one leg touching the floor while the other was hanging on the couch’s arm. A thick blanket was covering his body, and he was still trembling due to the coldness in the room. Baekhyun had warned the boy that the weather was going to be cold tonight, but Chanyeol won’t listen. Instead, he snuggled up against the couch before he fell asleep unknowingly. Baekhyun had a sudden cramp in his legs, a result of sitting for almost an hour. Careful not to make any noise, he straightened his legs.
The only sound in the room was the pit pat of rain hitting the windowpanes, and his eyes felt heavy as he yawned countless times. He had to stay awake because of Chanyeol, aware that the boy had a mild fever since that evening. With no one inside the house to take care of him, Baekhyun who acted as the nicest neighbor ever one might be, voluntarily picked himself to look after Chanyeol. He did the most normal things one would do when caring for a sick person: preparing hot chicken porridge, massaging their head and even singing a lullaby until they fell asleep. Okay, maybe not the last one. It was gifted that Baekhyun could sing well, so he was forced to sing a kid’s song to Chanyeol as his fingers were busy massaging Chanyeol’s painful forehead.
Honestly, Baekhyun couldn’t care less what other people did. He always kept a principle that he wouldn’t care what others did as long as they did not disturb his already peaceful and serene life. Sehun, his only friend had reminded him about this, to socialize and mingle around with some people, but Baekhyun preferred it that way. Sehun should be proud that at least Baekhyun wanted to befriend him.
When Chanyeol appeared in front of his house one day, wearing a cheery expression on his face, Baekhyun didn’t know why he would let his guard down. He ended up letting this boy enter his world without any notice, and the last thing he knew, something built up in the relationship, something that Baekhyun couldn’t fathom well.
“Hmm…”
Baekhyun heard it again. He closed the book, tossing it on the coffee table before scooting closer to the couch and putting the back of his hand against the boy’s sweaty forehead. It’s getting better, Baekhyun thought and he headed for the kitchen to boil up the porridge on the stove. Chanyeol must be hungry once he woke up from his slumber.
“Awak nak jadi kekasih saya tak, Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun stopped walking. He creased his eyebrows at the mention of his name and turned to look at Chanyeol once again. What was this boy saying? The only word he understood was his name. Kekasyih? Kakasih? Was that a Japanese boy’s name? He had no idea how those words should be pronounced. Baekhyun was pretty convinced that those weren’t Korean words said in dialect, because he knew how Korean dialect worked even if he wasn’t good at it. Aside from that, he was quite mesmerized by how Chanyeol would know the language that was obviously not Korean words. He leaned over closer, rubbing Chanyeol’s right arm to wake him up.
“Chanyeol.”
His voice was low, and Chanyeol slowly fluttered his eyes open. When he tried to breathe, he looked so tired since his nose was blocked with thick liquid.
“What is it?” Chanyeol croaked. His hair was dishevelled and messy. When he looked at Baekhyun, confusion was apparent on the latter’s face, indicating that something was bothering him.
“Nothing. Go to sleep.”
It had been two days since Baekhyun had tried his best to avoid meeting Chanyeol at all cost. But living next to Chanyeol’s house was the biggest reason why he’d frequently meet the tall boy, everywhere - be it when he was changing his clothes and noticing that Chanyeol was looking at him with an undefined expression through the windows of their bedrooms, or when he was walking leisurely on the streets near the neighborhood. Park Chanyeol was everywhere since that incident happened.
That day, Baekhyun had spent almost two hours sitting in the library, surrounded with piles of books he’d taken off from the shelves; most of them were dictionaries and books compiling words and languages from other countries. It was a Thursday morning, and he had no morning class on Thursdays. He’d flicked over the pages of the dictionaries and thick books impatiently, only to find that he was literally clueless about what he was doing. Tossing the books on the floor, he rested his head against the cold metal shelf, letting those words Chanyeol had said last two days suffused his mind. He still couldn’t work out what those words meant, so he sighed relentlessly as he returned the books on the shelves.
“Baekhyun.”
Not again, Baekhyun thought. He packed his belongings into his duffel bag, made his way through the crowds in the hallway before Chanyeol could talk to him. But the latter was faster than him. Given that he was a good sprinter in the campus, Baekhyun’s arm was in his grip in a matter of second as he spun the petite boy around, making the other students look at them with unexplainable expressions as if they were filming some sort of a musical drama in the hallway.
“Why are you running away from me?” Chanyeol asked breathlessly.
“I am not.”
“No, you are avoiding me. Are you mad at me?”
“Why should I?”
“I don’t know. Are you doing this because I asked you to sing Three Bears for me when I was sick?” Chanyeol raised his brows, looking so innocent with that expression on.
Baekhyun blinked his eyes confusingly.
“What are you holding in your hands?” Chanyeol asked.
“N-Nothing.”
“What are you doing with those books? They look super heavy,” Chanyeol said. “Come, let me help you.” He voluntarily helped the boy carry the heavy books in his hand, but he was shoved away so suddenly that the books fell down onto the floor with a loud thud, the sound resonating across the hallway. Chanyeol threw the boy a shocked glance, couldn’t believe what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” Baekhyun apologized, squatting on the ground and picking them up one by one before he lost in the middle of the crowds once again and left Chanyeol.
The worst thing that could have ever happened to Baekhyun was when the light in his bedroom suddenly went out that night and he was busy preparing for his English test tomorrow and no one could ever save him from that trouble. His dad was bad at fixing things, and so he was. He hated studying in the living room since that was where his siblings would lie down and watch their favorite Doraemon movie with the highest volume on, and Baekhyun couldn’t see the reason he should be studying in that area.
So when Chanyeol suddenly rang his doorbell and fixed the broken bulb, Baekhyun thanked him silently as he watched how Chanyeol’s hands worked professionally when he removed the bulb and replaced it with a new one.
“We need to talk,” Chanyeol said out of nowhere, after he climbed down the chair. Baekhyun was now cornered against the wall, trying to find a way to escape from him. He was sweating profusely as he was forced to stare into Chanyeol’s eyes.
Baekhyun built up his guard, trying not to tremble in front of Chanyeol.
“Did I do anything wrong?”
“No.”
“Then, why did you-” Chanyeol stopped speaking when he saw the look on Baekhyun’s face. “We can talk this out and solve it together if you have any problems though,” he suggested, placing his hands on Baekhyun’s cheeks and making the latter face him eye-to-eye.
Baekhyun had never stayed that close to Chanyeol. No, he actually never stayed that close to anyone except with his parents. So when Chanyeol did this to him, he didn’t realize that his heart was beating so loudly that the other could hear the loud thumps against his chest.
“You said something about me in your sleep. In an alien language,” Baekhyun muttered.
“What?”
Brows drawn together, Baekhyun added, “Something about kakashi or akasih… I don’t even know how to pronounce it.”
Something was wrong. Chanyeol clearly remembered the words he’d said because he actually wasn’t really sleeping the time he blurted out those words.
Smiling, he brought Baekhyun’s body closer to him. “Is it something like this? Nak jadi kekasih saya tak, Baekhyun?”
“Exactly!” Baekhyun shouted excitedly, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. His cheeks were red in color, and Chanyeol was smiling admiringly.
“It’s in Bahasa,” Chanyeol said, and now everything was clear to Baekhyun. “Do you want to know what that sentence means?”
Silence.
“It means “Do you want to be my boyfriend, Baekhyun?” He said, taking a deep breath in between. “I love you, Byun Baekhyun.”
Baekhyun didn’t know why but he sure wanted to answer ‘yes’ to everything Chanyeol said, because he too, had fallen in love with Park Chanyeol.
A/N: This is just a stupid drabble, I'm sorry T.T