why am i writing chanbaek instead of sekai, you ask? because i owe _cherryblossom a chanbaek fanfic since ages ago so here it is! 

i must warn you, this is a failed fic written in less than an hour. there will be grammatical and spelling errors, so please pardon them.

AGAIN, THIS IS A FAILED AND CLICHE CHANBAEK FIC AND IT MAKES NO SENSE okno keep reading, thanks in advance hahaha

Tidily combed hair— checked.

Neatly ironed uniform— checked.

Tie knotted deftly around his neck— checked.

Shirt tucked smartly in his pants— checked.

Blazer— checked.

In short, Byun Baekhyun's spruce appearance screams discipline. The telltale authoritative aura around him is enough indication that he belongs to the Student Council. 

Even better, he's the reputable Student Council President. 

According to the students in school, Baekhyun is undeniably courteous and amiable, a cordial smile ever present on his picturesque face. His prestigious reputation is further supported by his exceptionally outstanding grades and good character traits. So you can safely conclude that Baekhyun's life is like a white and pure piece of canvas cloth. 

That is, until Park Chanyeol comes along and taint it.

Park Chanyeol is the exact opposite of Byun Baekhyun. Arms graced by toned muscles, attractively towering and chiseled frame, shirt untucked, the top two buttons of his shirt unfastened with the absence of his tie, a single earring hanging on one ear and the worst part is, his hair is dyed into a shade of bright red. The school prefects must be crying right now. Chanyeol's image can only be summarized into one word— delinquent. His distinctive dark, taunting eyes and arrogant half-smile successfully exudes an air of confidence and nonchalance.

Both Chanyeol and Baekhyun are from different worlds— one is a rule-maker, while the other is a rule-breaker. Words fly around, rumoring that the two are covertly dating.

Could they really be dating?

x

"Good morning, Baekhyun!"

"Have a great day, Baekhyun!"

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Thank you for your hard work, sunbae-nim!"

Cheerful and casual greetings swarm Baekhyun as soon as he steps onto the school grounds. As per usual, he responds jovially with his everyday smile. Everything seems to be at place today, nobody is breaking any law. Occasionally, someone would dye their hair into crazy colours. A perfect example would be Oh Sehun, who had dyed his hair into a mixture of rainbow colours last semester that Baekhyun almost fainted. There are also students who believe that school is their runway by altering their school uniforms into some sort of hip-hop costume, with additional leather jacket and fake gold necklaces. Being a Student Council President is hard.

While scanning for rule-breaking students, his dark orbs particularly land on a certain red-head. His distinguishable tall physique makes it easy to spot him anywhere. As soon as the other spots him, he stares at him with his dark, glinting eyes with an amused yet challenging hint in them.

Baekhyun boldly walks up to him, ignoring the stares he's getting from the other students. 

"Fancy seeing you here, pres," Chanyeol greets in a laid-back fashion, his lips uplifting into a familiar smirk. He casually leans against an unknown student's locker as he offers the shorter a lazy look. 

The president, on the other hand, is unfazed by the delinquent's insouciant behaviour as he leans in closer to Chanyeol, placing a hand on the exposed part of his chest. The latter continues staring at the shorter male, while the other students observe with large eyes at the situation playing in front of their eyes. 

There's a small smile playing on the president's lips, and the students couldn't tell if it is artificial or genuine. After a short while of staring, Baekhyun finally draws distance between them, but not before buttoning Chanyeol's shirt and straightening it in the process.

"Your hair, tie and please tuck in your shirt."

That is all Baekhyun says after giving the taller male one last unreadable look before making his way towards another rebel. 

Chanyeol's smirk couldn't get any wider at the moment, as he stuffs his hands into his pockets before ambling in the direction of his classroom. 

x

The next time the students get to witness another moment of theirs is when Chanyeol's best friend, Kim Jongin accidentally trips an enemy of his, whom the sun-kissed male despises the most for getting him into trouble a while back. 

Pin-drop silence embraces the cafeteria as they watch the boy slowly getting onto his feet with much difficulty because Jongin did trip him pretty badly. But when he eventually gets up, all hell broke loose.

"What the , Kim Jong—"

He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence because in record time, Jongin gets up from his seat and punches him square on the face, emitting a cacophonous whoa from the rest of the student body.

Chanyeol and his circle of friends turn a blind eye to the situation because in his defense, Jongin has the right to do whatever he wants. If he wants to punch someone, then he will punch someone. Chanyeol isn't going to hold him back.

He couldn't stop a smirk from making its way to his lips when he spots an overly familiar figure making his way towards them, with the Vice President trailing behind him.

"What do you think you're doing?" 

Chanyeol lazily rests his chin on his palm, observing the drama in amusement. Jongin roughly lets go of the boy's collar, a menacing scowl never leaving his face.

"He asked what do you think you're doing!" the vice hisses harshly.

"I believe you're well aware of what I was doing," Jongin replies, sarcasm dripping from every word. "It surely doesn't look like I was lip-locking him, does it?" 

Chanyeol's smirk gets wider at both the president and the vice's expression of irritation. "I wouldn't get in their way if I were you, pres," he comments lightly, shrugging when the vice glares at him.

At his voice, Baekhyun averts his gaze onto him, his hardened expression softening. "You should have stopped him."

The red-head shrugs again. "It's not my place to do that."

The president sighs. "Park Chanyeol," he warns.

It's the said male's turn to sigh. Getting up from his seat, he gently pushes Jongin away much to the latter's reluctance. 

"Let's go, you've caused enough trouble here. Next time, do it without the eyes of others, especially the president's," he says as he side-eyes Baekhyun.

"Park Chanyeol you—"

"See you later, pres."

x

"What's your relationship with Park Chanyeol?" his vice asks him one morning, when they're almost done updating the students' records.

Baekhyun keeps his gaze on the computer screen. "What kind of relationship would we have?"

Junmyeon shrugs. "You know what the rumors say."

At this, Baekhyun looks up at him. "What exactly do the rumors say?"

"You're both lovers."

Baekhyun smiles slightly. "And what do you think?"

"I don't think it's true. I mean, he's a rebel, a troublemaker. And you're.. You're you. An ideal student."

The president shifts his gaze back onto the screen. "Who knows."

A sudden loud outburst manages to get hold of their attention as a student stumbles into the room, probably the effect of excessive running.

"T-there's a fight. I-it's intense," the student mutters breathlessly, gasping desperately for air. Both the president and his vice instantly rise from their seats, while the boy struggles to catch his breath.

"Where?" Baekhyun asks.

"C-class 1-4."

Without further delay of time, they both dash in the direction of the class as fast as their short legs could take them. 

As expected, a crowd of students are gathered at the entrance, each trying to get a glimpse of the drama. 

"Do you think he broke his arm?"

"I think his nose is broken."

"This is entertaining as ."

"As expected of Park Chanyeol."

Chanyeol?

Panic rushes into his system as he harshly pushes past the crowd of students, his breath catching in his throat at the sight laying right in front of him.

In a millisecond, the president is right next to the red-head, cradling his head protectively in his arms. "Chanyeol! Are you dying?"

Wait, what.

The injured male couldn't help but chuckle at his words. "Are you seriously asking me that?" His voice is barely above a whisper.

"I'll carry you to the nurse's office. Come on." Baekhyun doesn't care if he sounds anguished nor does he care if many quizzical eyes are staring at him. All he cares about right now is Park Chanyeol.

"Wait, Baekhyun. What about the other guy? I think his arm is broken," Junmyeon states, bending down to examine the other troublemaker. 

Damn right his arm should be broken for causing Chanyeol to be in that state. With a cold stare, Baekhyun takes a look back at the guy's injured figure.

"Bring him to the nurse's office too."

Wrapping Chanyeol's unbruised arm around his neck, he strives strenuously to support the taller's weight. Carrying the red-head all the way to the nurse's office is arduous, but he manages to do it anyway.

He has no choice but to answer several questions from the nurse while she works on treating Chanyeol's wounds. Luckily, Chanyeol's fighting skills are up to par, hence he suffers less injury compared to the other unfortunate student. As soon as the nurse leaves to attend to the other male, Baekhyun immediately takes a seat beside the younger, eyes filled with concern.

"I'm fine," the younger assures before smiling at him genuinely upon noticing the president's worried gaze. There is no smirk, no cocky half-smiles, no flirtatious grins. Only a sincere and heartfelt smile is evident on his face this time.

"You stupid . I hate you so much," he scolds, no real bite to his words.

Chanyeol laughs. "I know."

"I'm serious, Park! You always get into fights and get yourself wounded, who do you think you are? Jackie Chan? No you're not—"

"Well technically, we both have the word Chan in our names—"

"Shut up! I'm not done. What's with you and rule-breaking? Do you like to test me?! Do you like seeing me mad? I'm fine with you breaking rules as long as you don't hurt yourself. But look at you now. Do you know how scared I was when I saw you covered in bruises? Do you know how my heart almost jumped out of my body metaphorically? Have you considered my feelings when you get into fights?! No you don't, because all you care is—mmpphh!"

The red-head has successfully shut him up by crashing their lips together, pressing harder onto him when he senses the smaller is going to start talking again. Baekhyun hits his chest and wriggles desperately to get out of his hold, but to no avail. All these only seem to make Chanyeol kiss him harder, grabbing hold of both his hands to prevent the smaller from struggling. Eventually, the president gives up and Chanyeol smirks in triumph. The jet-black haired male rakes slender digits through the other's red strands as their kiss becomes more fervent, with excessive usage of tongues.

"Seeing that he already has the ability to do this, I suppose Chanyeol-ssi can return to class now." 

Both the males jump apart upon hearing the nurse's voice (more like Baekhyun flies off the bed while Chanyeol remains relaxed). 

"N-no, he's still hurt. Please let him rest for a while more. He can't possibly resume classes in his current state," Baekhyun reasons, aware that the nurse is giving him a judgemental stare. But he doesn't give a damn. To hell with his reputation. 

"Baek, go back to class," Chanyeol speaks up, voice much more serious this time. Baekhyun knows he's being serious when he calls him Baek instead of Pres.

"But—"

"What would people think if they see you, a Student Council President, here with me, a notorious delinquent? You have an image to uphold, Baek."

"If you haven't noticed, I've long forgotten about my image the moment I see you laying helplessly on the floor less than an hour ago." Baekhyun then shoots the nurse a look as if saying judge all you want see if I care. The nurse offers him an incredulous eye-roll before disappearing into the back of the office.

Chanyeol smiles in mirth. "What do I do with you, pres."

"I should be the one to say that. Will you stop getting into trouble? Stop making me worried, for 's sake."

"Is that I hear? Is the pres cursing?" the red-head cooes teasingly, a rare grin decorating his face.

The smaller gives him an unamused look. "Cursing isn't the only thing I'll be doing if I find you getting yourself hurt again."

Chanyeol only chuckles at his threat. 

"Yeol, I'm serious. Promise me."

Brown orbs filled with concern and care greets him and his heart softens.

"I promise."

"This is surely going to be an empty promise. Who knows if you might get into another fight in the next hour."

The taller laughs. "You already know that, yet you made me promise."

"Ugh, I hate you Park Chanyeol!"

x

"So they're really dating."

"I knew it! They're always giving each other mysterious looks."

"But he's the school president! He shouldn't be dating a rebel!"

"His reputation is tarnished."

"They're so cute together! I ship ChanBaek!"

Baekhyun sighs defeatedly for the umpteenth time today. The students are still not done talking about him and Chanyeol, but to be honest, he's not a tad bit bothered by it. He's just tired of listening to the same tedious gossip every day. So he does what he does best— he ignores them as he makes his daily morning rounds. 

As if on cue, he spots an overly tall figure with an overly bright red hair standing a good ten metres away from him. 

Smiling to himself, he makes his way towards him, completely conscious of the pairs of eyes looking at him but he chooses to pay no heed to them.

"Fancy seeing you here, pres," Chanyeol greets and the smaller feels a form of déjà vu. 

Grinning, he places a hand over the red-head's exposed skin under his shirt, gazing at him with a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Pres, are you going to button my shirt or are you taking it off?" he asks, voice laced thick with mischief.

"I might do the latter, don't test me," the president whispers dangerously close to his ear, his breath fanning the taller's neck.

Chanyeol smirks in pure amusement. "How about you give these people a show that's worth their time?"

Feeling slightly bolder today, he musters every ounce of courage he needs before pulling the taller down by the collar to engage him in a swift kiss. He purposefully mutes out the gasps of surprise and suggestive whistles from the other students as he stares into Chanyeol's cavernous eyes.

"You're mine."

"Your hair, tie and please tuck in your shirt," Baekhyun whispers audibly.

The younger laughs. "Way to ruin a moment, pres. Why do you never talk about my earring?"

The president grins up at him. "Because I like it. Keep it on."

Maybe Byun Baekhyun isn't as reputable as people think he is. Maybe he isn't the ideal president as everyone claims he is. 

And to answer the question Could they really be dating?

The answer is a definite yes.