"Baekhyun's coming!" 

Within ten seconds, eighteen eager reporters came rushing to the side of the ashen road, carrying either an efficient DSLR, or a microphone with a carboard label of their company held in their fiddly hands, as they tried their very best to gain the best spot possible.

Chanyeol sighed. Sure, he was vertically advantaged, but these people were rough. They shoved, elbowed, and one reporter even stomped on his foot to get in front of him. These guys were impossible.

Plus, his creamy, beige trenchcoat did stick out from the other's, which were slick and black.

"Geez people, ever heard of manners?" Chanyeol mumbled under his breath, as two reporters started to argue rudely over who came to the spot first.

"He's here!" 

More reporters started to crowd at the glamorous red carpet, as an ebony, glossy limousine was in view.

"Step back! Step away from the red carpet!" 

Huge, muscular security guards pushed the ruthless reporters away from the crimson carpet, as the limousine came to a halt.

Chanyeol held his camera up, as he aimed skilfully to get a great shot for his magazine, the EXO weekly.

"Move away!"

The reporters were jostled back further, as a rather brawny security guard went to open the door.

These guys look like they can pick me up and toss me to America with their pinky, Chanyeol thought, frightened.

The limousine door swung open slowly, as the main star of the red carpet got out.

Flashes all went off at synchronised timings, as microphones were jabbed into the singer's face, the reporters spitting questions and remarks promptly.

Baekhyun shyly beamed, as he tried his best to answer all the reporters politely.

Chanyeol had to admit, Baekhyun did look fine - with his smoky, perfectly smudged eyes, his exquisitely framed face, his flawless and fair complexion, and his lips. Oh, his beautiful, kissable, coral lips.

His great hair was just another thing to add to the list of things Chanyeol loved about Baekhyun. Yes, he admits that he's quite the fan of the South-Korean singer.

Baekhyun's eyesmile caused Chanyeol to lose his grip on his camera, the black DSLR falling to the ground, only to be stopped by the red band hanging off Chanyeol's neck.

Focus Chanyeol, focus!

The photographer aimed his first shot at the singer, only to be photobombed by a stray reporter's hand.

He cursed silently, trying to gain another shot, but this time, it was a candid head of hair.

Just when he was about to try again, the star had been escorted into the awards ceremony, away from the killer reporters.

Damn it, Chanyeol frowned, I didn't even get one good shot.

He scowled at the reporters, who were slowly dispersing, some satisfied, while others - like Chanyeol - walked away with their head hanging low.

He tried to get into the building, only to be stopped and shooed away by a security guard.

As Chanyeol headed for headquarters, dead-worried about how he was going to explain his sticky situation to his extremely intimidating editor, he saw a double bassist walk past him, set the bass down, and enter the male's bathroom.

A plan started to brew in the photographer's head.

Chanyeol slowly took out the double bass, and hid it behind a random bush, which he was sure hid the instrument very well.

He crawled into the case, and stayed very silent.

Soon after, he heard a voice from outside the case.

The man tried to lift the case up, only to set it down quickly.

"Damn, this wasn't as light as i remembered.. I must be getting weaker!"

Chanyeol stiffened, as he felt the case get lifted up, the man carrying the double bass case into the building.

"Oh, let me take that." 

Chanyeol blinked nervously, as the case was passed to another person, he's assuming, a security guard.

He felt the case get set down, and silence was all Chanyeol could hear.

As he quietly slid open the zip, he saw that he was in an empty corridor.

Chanyeol let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, as he stepped out of the double bass case.

for that guy, he patted the case lightly, before taking off, afraid someone'll see him.

"Oh! Are you free, or are you helping backstage?" a voice called out to Chanyeol, causing the latter to freeze.

"N-No, i'm free."

"Perfect! Could you please deliver these flowers to Byun Baekhyun, in dressing room 8 please? I'm dead busy.. Thanks!"

The woman headed to another direction, after handing over a huge bouquet of pink flowers over to Chanyeol.

Thank you, random lady! Chanyeol thought, a happy grin plastered onto his face, as he knocked on the door of dressing room 8.

"Yes?"

"Um.. Flower delivery for Byun Baekhyun?"

"Oh, he's right here! Just set the flowers down next to the sofa."

Chanyeol walked over to the pink, plush leather couch, setting down the flowers, only to realise the lady who he was speaking to had left the room. Now it was just Baekhyun, and him.

"Oh, hello!" 

Chanyeol turned to the voice, a very beautiful Byun Baekhyun facing him with another one of his killer smiles.

"H-Hello," was all Chanyeol could stutter out, an awkward grin on his face. Hopefully, it wouldn't freak Baekhyun out.

"Are those for me?" Baekhyun gasped, gesturing to the flowers.

Chanyeol nodded dumbly, a lovestruck expression on his face.

"D'aww, thank you!" Baekhyun clasped his hands together, and Chanyeol suddenly remembered what he was here for.

"Oh, do you mind posing for pictures? I'm from EXO weekly," Chanyeol nervously spoke, holding his camera up.

"Of course!" Baekhyun beamed, posing for a picture.

Chanyeol was just about to click th button, when the door came bursting open.

"Hey! I thought i told you to stay out!" the security guard yelled, as he stormed over, dragging Chanyeol by the sleeve, and out of the dressing room.

Baekhyun stared at the now-empty spot, frowning slightly.

"He didn't do anything wrong," he muttered, walking over to the flowers.

At the corner of his eye, his noticed that there was something on the floor.

"Oh? What's this?"

Baekhyun picked up the necklace, a metal, cherry-red guitar pick hanging off the silver chain.

"PCY.." he read, on the back of the pick.

"Baekhyun-ssi! You're up in five minutes!" a woman called, as she left the room just as soon as she entered.

"Yes, thank you!"

Baekhyun hummed, hanging the chain around his neck, before grabbing his jacket, and leaving the room.

---

Chanyeol felt himself get kicked into a closet.

"And stay out!"

The door slammed shut, causing Chanyeol to fall over.

Unfortunately, his head was pushed into a rilakkuma mascot head, as he fell.

"Help? Help!" Chanyeol yelled, as the stubborn head continued to stay on firmly.

He tried pulling it off, but it was nearly impossible. He would pull out his own head, as well.

Chanyeol stumbled through the stage props, tripping over many of them.

As he tripped, he accidentally pulled down a lever, which slowly elevated the platform Chanyeol was standing up onto the stage.

"W-What's happening?!"

---

"I'd like to thank my mom, my dad, my trainers, my vocal-"

Just as Baekhyun was about to continue his speech, his award held up high, a platform rose onto stage, a rather tall man wearing a rilakkuma mascot head standing awkwardly on it.

Everyone was silent, but Baekhyun found it quite amusing.

"I'd also like to thank this wonderful rilakkuma mascot right here!" he laughed, walking down the podium to Chanyeol, as he swung his arm around the photographer, who honestly had no idea what was happening.

The audience seemed to find it rather funny as well. Well, not the security guards.

"Hey! You!"

Two muscular security guards ran onto stage, pulling Chanyeol along with them, leaving Baekhyun behind, who went back up to the podium.

"Really, thank you all so much!" he beamed, shaking his award slightly, before leaving the stage, gripping the cherry-red guitar pick tightly.

---

"You little rascal," the security guard sneered, after they yanked the rilakkuma head off Chanyeol.

"We ought to report you to the police!"

The photographer blinked.

"Ugh, it's too late. Just scram, go!"

---

Chanyeol sighed, his head down.

He had so many chances to get a great photograph of Baekhyun, and all the times, he failed miserably.

He checked his watch. The ceremony must've ended already. 

"Well, at least i still have my - Where is it?!"

Chanyeol felt his neck for his chain, but there was no sign of the necklace. He sighed once more.

As he walked dopily, at the pavement, he didn't notice a black limousine stop by the road.

"Hey! Wait!"

Chanyeol turned around, only to see Baekhyun run up to him.

"Is this yours?" he smiled, as he unhooked the chain, holding the cherry-red guitar pick to the photographer.

"Y-Yes! Thank you so much!" Chanyeol smiled, as he took the chain back, relieved.

"Oh, do you still want those pictures?" Baekhyun chuckled.

Chanyeol nodded eagerly, holding his camera up, and taking some shots of Baekhyun.

"So, i'll see you around?" Baekhyun smiled, as he waved goodbye.

Just as he was about to leave, he quickly turned back.

"Oh, i nearly forgot.."

Baekhyun handed a small strip of paper to Chanyeol, before kissing his cheek, and getting back into the limousine, the black vehicle driving away.

Chanyeol was absolutely stunned. 

"W-Wha-"

He looked at the paper, and it had Baekhyun's number written in a bright pink pen.

He smiled stupidly, as he giggled to himself.

Maybe the night wasn't so bad after all.

As Chanyeol went to check the pictures he had taken, he realised that he had the lens cap on the entire time.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

- end - 

A/N: i hope you liked it. ouo; yes, it was a very awkward oneshot. xD comments are very much welcomed! c: