“Anything else, Sir?”

“No, thank you.”

Baekhyun placed his order and turned to go back to the seat where he left his bag only to find his bag had company. A tall figure was seated at the place where Baekhyun thought he had so clearly marked as occupied with his bag. The small one walked up to seat diffidently, wondering how he could snatch his bag and find elsewhere to sit without being detected by the taller figure. He must have lingered and contemplated too long because the figure looked up from the book they were buried in, looking him right in the eyes. Baekhyun was conscious of the heat flaring his cheeks as he stared back, a curious glint in the taller one’s eyes.

“Uh…I…My seat…” Baekhyun finished weakly, his thumb aggravating the hole in his sweater that was far too big for him and worn out through the years but too comfortable to give up.

“Oh!” The figure exclaimed, seeming to finally have spotted Baekhyun’s mark of territory, the bright red bag with Mickey and Minnie Mouse print.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see that.” The figure had a voice of maple and steel. Baekhyun blushed harder.

“It’s okay. I’ll just…” Baekhyun motioned to his bad and made a dash to get it, every impulse in his body urging him to disappear from this handsome stranger with the pleasant voice.

“No! No! It’s only fair that I move, since this is your seat. Sit down.” The stranger motioned frantically for Baekhyun to sit down, his curls of dark wheat bouncing with the motion of his head.

“No! You can stay!” Baekhyun blurted out, his steadfast morals unable to let the stranger move away.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind finding another seat.”

“Yes, it’s alright. You’ll be quiet, right? I need to study…” Baekhyun explained shyly, now moving his bag and settling into the chair opposite the stranger. Their legs brushed and mortified, Baekhyun inched back hastily. The handsome stranger smiled.

“I’ll be quiet, don’t worry.” The taller one held up the book in his hands and nodded to it.

“Baekhyun? Is your name Baekhyun? I think your order is ready,” the stranger told Baekhyun.

“I’m Chanyeol, by the way.”

~

They had been sitting together in silence for hours, the stranger – Chanyeol – and he. Every once in a while Baekhyun would glimpse the taller one crinkling a smile – that he was horrified to learn that he found quite cute – or give a small chuckle into his book. Chanyeol would catch him staring and Baekhyun would immediately look back to his laptop’s screen, mortified.

“Actually Baekhyun,” Chanyeol started just as Baekhyun was considering going to offer his fourth coffee beverage.

“I’ve been feeling bad about lying to you. I saw your bag here, earlier on. But you were so cute, I wanted to sit with you.”

Baekhyun let out an inhumane squeak, his hands flying to his heart that had suddenly started thundering. But didn’t this stranger – Chanyeol – have such an effect on him!

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i don't normally fluff but this is a scenario that wouldn't leave my head and i just had to write it! don't know where to place it tho so if i ever have the urge to write such drabbles, i will just blog them :D i can really, really imagine chanbaek being like this and i'm squealing internally. i think this was spurred by chanbaek sharing that god damn coat that engulfed Baekhyun, pls ma hart ma sowl chanbaek!!! i hope you liked it? ^-^