It Started at the Rooftop
Kris/Chanyeol | G | 683w
Kris never thought that Park Chanyeol, yes that guy from his history class, the one who always smiles brightly like an idiot, that happy -go-lucky boy, easy going and friendly kid, could cry too.
It’s on a summer day, right a day before their holiday started when he saw him cried at the rooftop. Kris had this fondness to eat alone there, no it’s not because he didn’t have friend or what, he just liked a quiet place and being alone with his home packed lunch. He didn’t expect anyone to be there so he opened the door rather loudly with his foot and found a startled Chanyeol directly wiping his tears away. Too late, Kris saw it. He stood still on the doorway when the boy stood up and walking with head hung low.
“ Wait,” Kris didn’t know what made him stopped the boy though. Chanyeol lifted his face and something hit Kris hard when he saw the smile was already back on his face.
“ Yes?” He asked, voice like forced to sound like how it’s usually but failed. It came out hoarse. Kris didn’t directly respond. He looked down at his hand holding a neatly packed lunch box his mother prepared in the morning.
“ Would you mind to company me eating lunch? I bring more than usual, we can share,” he smiled. His smile wasn’t anything near Chanyeol’s, it’s not bright nor wide and cheerful, it’s just normal small smile. Chanyeol looked a bit lost for a moment. Kris took it as a yes and he dragged him to sit next to him. None of them spoke, Kris busied himself opening his box while Chanyeol staring blankly at the front. Kris handed him half of his lunch which consisted of two sandwiches, a banana, a small pack of Ritz and Oreo and a pack of milk. Yes, everybody just called him a gold son not for nothing. His parents cared too much, sometimes he felt annoyed but he couldn’t be more grateful though.
“ You like biscuits,” Kris said abruptly finding his Ritz and Oreo already gone. Chanyeol frowned. He looked at his own hands and a forced sheepish grin appeared across his face.
“ Sorry,”
“ It’s okay, I don’t like biscuits that much though,” he shrugged, handing Chanyeol his milk. The latter unconsciously received the package and finished it in no time. Kris only could clap in his mind.
Three minutes later, as Kris ate his banana, sobs began to be audible. He looked at his side and found Chanyeol trying hard to hold his sobs back. He looked no longer happy virus Chanyeol, he’s now like a fragile antique. Kris bit his lip, something hit him hard again, right in the chest now and he tore his gaze away, he couldn’t see him cry. His hand moved itself, patting the boy’s shoulder.
The bell rang twice. Chanyeol’s shoulder stiffened and his heartbreaking sobs eventually over together with the rest time. He wiped his tears with his sleeve, cheeks red from extreme embarrassment. He peeked through his fringe like a girl. Kris could feel something warm crept his face. He gulped.
“ Thank you, for the lunch. And sorry for making you uncomfortable,” Chanyeol said. Kris stepped forward, hands reached out but they just stopped in the middle of the air.
Couldn’t bear the embarrassment which now his, he cleared his throat, “ People say a hug can make someone feel better,” he raised his brows. Chanyeol stared at him as if he’s crazy but Kris didn’t feel offended at all since a pair of long arms wrapped around his waist seconds later. He liked it. He liked Chanyeol’s hug. It felt like a kid’s hug, so warm and innocent. Kris put his hand up and patted his head, who cares if it’s their first interaction after being in some same classes together for two years.
“ I’m Kris and I know you’re Park Chanyeol.” He said. “ Want to be friends?”
Who knows just a simple sentence can lead you into something a lot complicated?
Kris never thought that Park Chanyeol, yes that guy from his history class, the one who always smiles brightly like an idiot, that happy -go-lucky boy, easy going and friendly kid, could cry too.
It’s on a summer day, right a day before their holiday started when he saw him cried at the rooftop. Kris had this fondness to eat alone there, no it’s not because he didn’t have friend or what, he just liked a quiet place and being alone with his home packed lunch. He didn’t expect anyone to be there so he opened the door rather loudly with his foot and found a startled Chanyeol directly wiping his tears away. Too late, Kris saw it. He stood still on the doorway when the boy stood up and walking with head hung low.
“ Wait,” Kris didn’t know what made him stopped the boy though. Chanyeol lifted his face and something hit Kris hard when he saw the smile was already back on his face.
“ Yes?” He asked, voice like forced to sound like how it’s usually but failed. It came out hoarse. Kris didn’t directly respond. He looked down at his hand holding a neatly packed lunch box his mother prepared in the morning.
“ Would you mind to company me eating lunch? I bring more than usual, we can share,” he smiled. His smile wasn’t anything near Chanyeol’s, it’s not bright nor wide and cheerful, it’s just normal small smile. Chanyeol looked a bit lost for a moment. Kris took it as a yes and he dragged him to sit next to him. None of them spoke, Kris busied himself opening his box while Chanyeol staring blankly at the front. Kris handed him half of his lunch which consisted of two sandwiches, a banana, a small pack of Ritz and Oreo and a pack of milk. Yes, everybody just called him a gold son not for nothing. His parents cared too much, sometimes he felt annoyed but he couldn’t be more grateful though.
“ You like biscuits,” Kris said abruptly finding his Ritz and Oreo already gone. Chanyeol frowned. He looked at his own hands and a forced sheepish grin appeared across his face.
“ Sorry,”
“ It’s okay, I don’t like biscuits that much though,” he shrugged, handing Chanyeol his milk. The latter unconsciously received the package and finished it in no time. Kris only could clap in his mind.
Three minutes later, as Kris ate his banana, sobs began to be audible. He looked at his side and found Chanyeol trying hard to hold his sobs back. He looked no longer happy virus Chanyeol, he’s now like a fragile antique. Kris bit his lip, something hit him hard again, right in the chest now and he tore his gaze away, he couldn’t see him cry. His hand moved itself, patting the boy’s shoulder.
The bell rang twice. Chanyeol’s shoulder stiffened and his heartbreaking sobs eventually over together with the rest time. He wiped his tears with his sleeve, cheeks red from extreme embarrassment. He peeked through his fringe like a girl. Kris could feel something warm crept his face. He gulped.
“ Thank you, for the lunch. And sorry for making you uncomfortable,” Chanyeol said. Kris stepped forward, hands reached out but they just stopped in the middle of the air.
Couldn’t bear the embarrassment which now his, he cleared his throat, “ People say a hug can make someone feel better,” he raised his brows. Chanyeol stared at him as if he’s crazy but Kris didn’t feel offended at all since a pair of long arms wrapped around his waist seconds later. He liked it. He liked Chanyeol’s hug. It felt like a kid’s hug, so warm and innocent. Kris put his hand up and patted his head, who cares if it’s their first interaction after being in some same classes together for two years.
“ I’m Kris and I know you’re Park Chanyeol.” He said. “ Want to be friends?”
Who knows just a simple sentence can lead you into something a lot complicated?