Tangled Part 1/2

"Hey, I'm Byun Baekhyun. Let's be friends.."

...........

If a junior student, a petite but pretty one- with a teasing guyliners and well styled puffy brunette hair- being asked of 'what do you want to do in the future?', he might answered with his sultry vocalist voice, "I want to be a scientist and create a time machine so I can jumped back to the past."

There were so many things in the past that the student wanna fixed, for example:  when he (stupidly) fell to the school drainage in front of his foreigner and younger crush's class at the recest time (and he was so embarassed he couldn't even cry no matter how hurt his bleeding knee was), when he kissed the wall with his forehead on his way back from the toilet (also in front of his younger crush), or the day when he offered his hand and friendship to a certain all-feet and curly hair student, whose now became his bestfriend, Park ing Chanyeol. Because, eventhough he knew the giant student when the semester had just started (Chanyeol was blocking the white board with his huge head all the time and Baekhyun couldn't help but throwing mini paper balls to the birdnest-hair. When Chanyeol looked back with a confuse look, that's when Baekhyun offered his name), by the end of the first semester, he already fell helplessly in love with the forever oblivious Park Chanyeol (totally forgotten about his own so called crush- Zitao, or whoever his name was). If he could choose however, Baekhyun would choose to still crushing over Zitao and be friended with Chanyeol (but avoided all moments or times when the clueless giant was so shining and basking in blinding handsome light- because 'falling so hard for Park Chanyeol': it hurts).

“Buzzzz... Buzzzzzz..”

Baekhyun was pulled out from his dream by the vibration of his own phone- he was living his happily ever after (where he saw Chanyeol riding a white horse in a black tight pants... and a loose white shirt- not topless unfortunately). Groaning and cursing, he blindly reached out to the bedside table direction, successfully grabbed his red phone with luck, and then push the ‘talk’ button. “Ugh! What do you want? Make it quick!” He said harshly without bothering to saw the name of the person who was calling him on the display screen, voice still hushky from a deep sleep.

“Yo! Sleeping-not-beauty! Wakey wakey droolface! Still dreaming aren’t you?” said the person from the other line, too cheerful for his liking.

“Look who's talking, you stupid bedface. This’s must be a good thing Yeol, or I’ll kill you for waking me up!” Baekhyun recognized Chanyeol’s voice like he recognized his own mom's voice, anytime anywhere, which was so deep, manly, and y (a badass and major turn on- but Chanyeol didn't need to know that.. like EVER!).

“Oh, don’t say that you forgot about our Sunday class?”

Baekhyun rolled to his back and opened his eyes- blinking lazily, “No, I don’t forget. But as I said yesterday, if you were kindly enough to pay attention to what I said while you were throwing the orange balls to the hoop: I won't go to that class!” He moaned sleepily in the end.

“But why? Don't you want to get rid of those red marks at physics?”

The small boy tried to clear his throat- his adam's apple bobbing up and down on his pale neck, “I do...", he said hushkily, even his throat didn't wake up completely yet, "But I didn’t see the benefits of going to school on Sunday except prolonging the tortures of my little brain and make it works so hard, and that’s definitely not a benefits. You talk like six days a week will never be enough to work on physics", the little diva whined. "Dude, you’re the nerd, let me alone with my holiday. I need my beauty sleep.”

"But if you don’t come, Tiffany would clung to me like a koala that she thought she was.” Chanyeol whined back with his very deep voice- not impressing, really, especially in a supposedly peaceful Sunday morning.

Baekhyun lifted one of his nice shaped eyebrows and rolled on to his stomach, “Let me understand this, you just want me to come to be your ex-girlfriend shield?" The small boy frowned on his bed- seriously, how bold Park Chanyeol could be? Sure he knew nothing about Baek's feeling, but still.. "Aww, it's very nice of you... thanks but no.” Baekhyun scoffed loudly to the phone, he made sure the giant knew that he's unhappy.

“Baek, I admitted yes, I am hoping for your companion. But, I also seriously want you to repair your bad physics grade. Common, I’m dying for you.” Chanyeol was in his whining mode- full force, but against the stubborn diva Baekhyun, it was just rubbish to him.

“Then, just be dead!” with that, Baekhyun hung up the phone, mercilessly.

“Buzzz.. Buuuzzzzz..” Baekhyun pushed the ‘end’ button. “Buzzz.. Buuuzzz,” but the phone never stopped vibrating. After several of rejections from him didn’t make Chanyeol stop calling him (how amazingly persistent the giant was), he couldn't continue his sleep either, so finally Baekhyun decided to pick up the phone, said to the annoying giant that he’ll be over in an hour, and then took a long bath and rushing to the school.

As expected, Baekhyun was late for about 30 minutes, and to make it worst, it was the most killer physic teacher (slash homeroom teacher) who was talking in his class right now.  It was supposed to be a friendly physic lesson with Mr. Kim, so Baekhyun was busy contemplating in his own mind (while peeking through the window)- whether to went back home or went inside the class and have a harakiri because of stupid Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol (who was sitting not too far from the window), was sensing his arrival and had a great (idiot, really) initiative to call Baekhyun. Poor Baekhyun was forgot to turned off his phone to the silent mode, that’s why, soon, a very loud sound of his ringtone was echoing down the empty corridor and successfully poked Mr. Lee (metaphorically). As the 'Hoot' song by Girls Generation (which was Baekhyun’s favorite girl group- this was supposed to be a secret but.. oh well) was heard by the whole class and also Mr. Lee, Baekhyun winced and was cursing the person (whoever he was.. or she was) for calling him in a very un-appropriate time, if not the worst time. He was searching for the damned phone (which was already stopped ringing in his bag by now), while Mr. Lee approached him. The old (and bald) man grabbed his shoulder with one of his big palm.

“Well, well, Mr. Byun Baekhyun. Glad to finally have you here. It seemed that you never had any intention to get rid of your old habit for coming late to school.” Mr. Lee smiled in an evil way that made Baekhyun shuddered at the sight of his big and yellow teeth.

“But I-" Baekhyun was stopped in the middle of his words when he saw Chanyeol inside the class was trying to say something to him. The giant's both hands clasped into one and his face was pleading- he looked like someone who tried to ask for an apologize. Ah. Everything clicked and Baekhyun understood. He should knew it better, the person who was calling him must be his idiot of a friend with huge elf ears. ‘Oh, he’ll be so dead right after I can reach him.’ Baekhyun flipped the shivering giant in the class with his slender middle finger when Mr. Lee was too busy writing in his note about Baekhyun's tardiness.

“No but-s Mr. Byun. Not today. I’m not buying your excuses. But, since I’m in a very good mood, I’m gonna let you joining my class with only one detention ticket-- because I'll pretend I didn't see you flipping a finger to your friend inside.” He said while smirking- or displaying his set of ugly teeth, and Baekhyun shuddered once again. Soon after Mr. Lee let go off of his shoulder, Baekhyun rushed in to the class as fast as he could before the old man could change his mind.

“Finally..” Chanyeol said when Baekhyun took the seat next to him.

“What finally?” The smaller boy rolled his eyes and was refusing to look at his bestfriend. Baekhyun busied himself by digging his bag in search for his phone once again- better turn it off now before someone calling him again.

“Finally you're here.” Chanyeol grinned a big toothy grin and scooped Baekhyun's small shoulder with his long right arm. He was smiling a charming smile to be honest, but, Baekhyun didn’t even want to spared a glance at him. He was pouting and frowning at the same time-- because Tiffany was throwing him a dirty look just then. Baekhyun looked to his side, and picked on Chanyeol's fingers one by one until he lost his grip completely on Baekhyun's shoulder.

The big boy pouted, “Hey, Baek, I’m so sorry. I didn't know that your phone wasn't on the silent mode. In fact, don't you think that half of it was your own fault too then?”

Baekhyun was looking at him from the corner of his eyes, but then completely turned to his left in a jify to faced the giant, “It is all your fault. Just admit it! If you didn’t insist to woke me up and whining all day long today, I wouldn't come and got a detention.” He said, still pouting and now, even his arms were crossing over his chest. The diva was in rage.

Chanyeol sighed, “Fine, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Sorry, pleaseee?” He pleaded, but Baekhyun stood his ground and remained silence. He heard Chanyeol sighed and then,

Maybe

I don’t really wanna know

how your garden grows

cos I just wanna fly..

Chanyeol started to sing and Baekhyun was rolling his eyes. If it wasn't Chanyeol, if Baekhyun didn't love him that much, if it wasn't Baekhyun’s favorite song (that was quite special because it wasn't a Girls Generation's song), maybe Baekhyun would punch him on the face. He didn't need another detention ticket from Mr. Lee.

Lately

did you ever feel the pain

in the morning rain

as it soaks you to the bone..

"Stop it, stupid", Baekhyun cursed but he couldn't hide his smile either (because he really didn't want to)-- he likes the song too much and loves Chanyeol's singing voice to death (he couldn't help but think that the tall boy was serenading him with his bass like voice). "You're going to cost me another detention ticket." Chanyeol's bright smile was growing on his face as he saw Baekhyun smiled, it was always works out to apologize to him in this way.

“Forgive me already?” Chanyeol grinned.

“Next time it wouldn't be this easy to win my apologize, bedface.” Baekhyun made a face at his bestfriend then stuck his tongue out.

The giant nerd chuckled and once again scooped his petite bestfriend in to his embrace, "I am too loveable for you to stay mad at me, droolface."

"Puhleasee, I love the song better than you, bedface" Baekhyun snorted and took a deep breath (which was a huge fault at the moment, because Chanyeol was not an ordinary giant nerd).

He's smelt too nice...

.............

That noon, Baekhyun found himself so desperate in front of an open book. A ing hella MATH book. He obviously knew that he wasn’t that good at math and never fond of it since his first year of high school- or maybe since he was born, but the thing was: 'number' was never be his 'things'. The brunette boy's cute small eyes narrowed worriedly, cute button nose scrunched up, and thin pink lips pursed. It's totally normal when he had no idea of what to do about this damn math when he was absolutely clueless about the lesson. Staring at the front (or to the familiar messy andfluffy birdnest-hair), Baekhyun's metaphoral light bulb suddenly lightened up. Park Chanyeol was really good at math because he loved math like he would love his future soulmate. His giant nerd of a bestfriend should be 'used' for times like this. So, Baekhyun leaned to the front and poked Chanyeol's elf's ear with the tip of his mechanical pencil, “Ey, bedface.. Uh, I mean, Yeollie.”

“Yeah?” Chanyeol asked, looking back at him over his broad shoulder.

“Well, did you get what the teacher said?” Baekhyun hesitantly asked.

Baekhyun couldn't read Chanyeol's face at the moment, but suddenly he spoke, “Yeah, sure. Which part of it that you didn’t understand?” He said gently while turned around completely to faced Baekhyun.

“Uh, actually from the beginning.” Baekhyun blinked and then smiled shyly. His left hand was rubbing his un-itchy neck.

“What?”

Baekhyun pouted, “Don’t make me reply myself, I'm so dumb it's embarassing.” Baekhyun frowned, cheeks were blushing deep red like pretty apples.

“I know.” Chanyeol grinned handsomely and Baekhyun blinked at the gorgeous nerd (while his heart leaped a beat).

Gorgeous, maybe Baekhyun was the only one who wore that word to described Park Chanyeol (aside from Chanyeol's own parents, maybe). In reality, he called his tall bestfriend: a 'bedface', because of that one day, when he came to school with a face like he just woke up from his deep slumber (probably in the bus). Baekhyun really didn't know though, when it actually started-- the time when Baekhyun saw Chanyeol's large eyes as beautiful round orbs, saw Chanyeol's long and lanky extremities as strong and protective arms, thought that Chanyeol's wide ears were adorable, saw Chanyeol's creepy grin as a lovely smile, hear Chanyeol's deep voice as something seducing and tingling feeling-inducing, fell for Chanyeol's kindness, and thought that everything weird about the awkward Chanyeol was actually perfections. Baekhyun just realized all of that out of the blue, right there and then. And since then, he kept falling deeper and deeper, that he started to feel afraid to hit the bottom pit and got hurt. But, it's not like he could control his own feeling anyway. He couldn't.  

So..

Great. He then just realized, that asking Chanyeol for tutoring him might be the stupidest thing that he ever did. The giant ball of sunshine was too distracting and Baekhyun doubted himself that he could learn something more (if not less, since it's possible to lost some of the braincells when Park Chanyeol was so ing near) by the end of the lesson with the object of his secret affection sitting too close for his liking. But, then again, it’s just too late to cancelled it, because Chanyeol was already moving his chair next to him.

It took around 15 minutes for Baekhyun to fully concentrated at the lesson before he started to get dizzy and dozing off (apparently, math was just too boring that Chanyeol's handsome-ness almost didn't matter to Baekhyun), “So, you got it, Baek? If you take this x and add it with y- yah! Get up!” Chanyeol suddenly cried out as soon as he noticed that Baekhyun didn’t pay attention to his lesson anymore.

“Easy, Yeol. I was just too tired.” Baekhyun blinked slowly.

“Oh, no you're NOT! You were just lazy!”

Baekhyun pouted and sent a hateful glance toward Chanyeol, “I hate math. Can I just skip this crap?”

“No, you can't. You have to learn it, Baek," Chanyeol sighed while rubbing his temples with his thumb and point finger, "Here, come closer, I’ll teach you a secret way for doing this problem. I got it from my tutoring place.” The taller boy said while dragging Baekhyun’s chair nearer to his.

Baekhyun grumbled but he did moving his chair nearer to Chanyeol anyway. He leaned his head closer to his bestfriend puffy head. It was such a short distance, too short that they could practically felt each others' breath on their faces. Of course, Baekhyun was distracted. Chanyeol was waaaay too close to him, he couldn't even breathe properly. And , his curly hair was smell sweet like tangerines (he smelt too good for his own good, really)- Baekhyun had a sudden urge to reached out and tangled his delicate fingers with the curly blond hair to test the softness of it. Luckily, he managed himself not to, but couldn't stop the blushes though. “I think I was sitting way too close to you. But honestly, I like to be near you. You smells good, Yeol.” Baekhyun suddenly gasped, because apparently, he couldn't control his own mouth either. ".. like donut. You smell like a donut." He added lamely.

Chanyeol frowned and suddenly poked Baekhyun's head with his finger, "Are you hungry or sleepy, droolface?"

Baekhyun blinked and stared at Chanyeol's unreadable face in disbelieve, thank God he's that dense. "Both. Probably both, bedface."

..........

If there's another thing that nerd Park Chanyeol was good at besides math, it was basketball. The tall awkward boy was (surprisingly) playing above the average of healthy normal students-- he's almost as good as those hunky and buffy jocks. His partners in crime however, was Baekhyun's another bestfriend since sophomore class: a smart, slender, exotic, and 182cm of perfections, Kim ing Jongin. To call Jongin as handsome must be the most understatement thing in the history-- the guy could make ovaries exploded with his y look only, for pete's sakes (err, take or give a few exaggerations).

How can someone as phenomenal as Kim Jongin could be a normal Baekhyun's bestfriend, people asked? Well, that's because Kim Jongin was also (for the lack of a better word), super kind or maybe: generous. Baekhyun remembered that sophomore day, when he was lost his last 1000 won bill that would be use for his subway fare, he was so frustrated that he acted like a diva drama queen that he was, and whined to the sky while lifting his both hands frustratedly. He was genuinely shocked when someone suddenly put a 1000 won bill on his hanging hand while smiling handsomely. And that someone was Kim Jongin. He was so nice (or maybe he just disturbed or ashamed with Baekhyun who was whining in front of their school gate) that he decided to help the (literally) 'poor' guy. And since then, eventhough Jongin was so annoying and always sleeping in the class, Baekhyun decided to made him as his first bestfriend.

ing Kim Jongin though, knew that he was a genius and how to exploited that fact for his own good. For example, at the start of this new semester, he decided to dropped out of his special science class and followed Baekhyun to his ordinary science class instead. He even told the old Mr. Lee that he would bring his own additional table and chair from the school storage so that he could sat next to Baekhyun- and yes he did exactly that. The school didn't even bother to told him off and let Jongin did whatever he like. Baekhyun was scrunching up his nose that time, because it wasn't fair. But he wouldn't want to argue either, because Jongin by his side would be a perfect tutor for him (if he's not sleeping all the time that is).

So, aside from tall people like Chanyeol and Jongin, Baekhyun also earned a sweet little bestfriend in the class. A boy by the name of Do Kyungsoo, so petite and cute like Pororo the penguin. His beautiful big orbs behind the glasses were his main beauty point, and the second one was his pretty heartshaped and pink lips. Little Kyungsoo was so adorable that most of the girls (or boys) in the class loved him. Baekhyun thought that he could easily choose anyone to be his girlfriend (or boyfriend), but one day, when they were watching tall people playing basketball (read: Chanyeol and Jongin), he told Baekhyun that he only had one special person in mind-- and that was Kim Jongin.

...........

Baekhyun walked tiredly in the school alley. Despite, he was having an insomnia (and had to spent the night without a single dream), Baekhyun was forced to go to the school by his mother. When he was about to reached his class, he saw Jongin was standing in a very suspicious way behind one of the pillar on the corner. Confused and curious, he approached him, and tapped the tanned boy's shoulder gently. Jongin was about to screamed in surprise, but somehow manage to catched himself at the right time when he saw the frowning Baekhyun. As it was too risky to explained the whole thing to the oblivious Baekhyun right now, Jongin was grabbing the small boy’s wrist instead and dragged him to his hide out behind the pillar. He then pointed out silently to the direction of Chanyeol and a girl who were having a serious conversation. Now, it was clear to Baekhyun that Jongin was trying to eavesdropping their conversation. Contrary to popular believe that Jongin was a cool guy, he's actually a quite busybodied.

“So, who's that girl?” Baekhyun whispered while pointing his finger to a pretty girl with a long curly black hair that was talking with Chanyeol in front of the class.

“She’s Seohyun, his once beautiful ‘ex.” Jongin answered with a very soft voice.

“Wow, I never knew that he had another gorgeous ‘ex like that. All I knew was Tiffany," Baekhyun shrugged, ignoring a faint tug in his heart, "So, what did she want?” Baekhyun asked again.

“I don’t know, maybe a reconciliation with Yeol?”

‘Would he accept her back? It's possible, he already fell for her once.’ Baekhyun thought silently, "Who wouldn't want a beautiful girl like that?" He whispered sadly.

Jongin frowned and took a side glance to Baekhyun, “Eh, did you just-"

"No, I-" Baekhyun's face reddened, eyes widening in shock while cursing himself, he just had another slipped tongue, again. What's wrong with his mouth these days, geez..

"Ssh, look out, Baek! Here they come!” Suddenly, Jongin was pushing Baekhyun aside so they wouldn't look too suspicious for Chanyeol and Seohyun.

“What are you guys doing here?” Chanyeol asked his besfriends as he noticed the two of them were struggling awkwardly behind the pillar.

“Uh, oh, nothing.” Baekhyun was trying to cleared his throat-- he acted un-suspiciously like an amateur he was (no wonder he only got to be the front feet of donkey number two in his kindergarten performance).

“Bye, Chanyeol.” Seohyun, who was looking at the weird Baekhyun and Jongin, then decided to leave the boys. She waved and smiled sweetly to the tallest boy and then smiled awkwardly to the latters.

“Seriously, guys! What are you trying to do behind the pillar? You two weren't planning something 'bad', right?” Chanyeol asked- didn't even bothered to waved back to Seohyun. His face contorted skeptically as he was staring at the duo.

“Like what?” Jongin grinned naughtilly.

“Yeah, you know.. like..”

Didn't know why, but Baekhyun just felt that he didn't wanna be there anymore, with Chanyeol's finger pointed at him and Jongin in accusation when he was actually just want to sat and sulked alone into oblivion (because Chanyeol was probably getting back together with his ex), so he cut the taller boy off, “Ugh, whatever you thought abous us Yeol, it was definitely what we weren’t.” He said harshly and then left the shocked guys behind.

“What’s wrong with him?” Chanyeol asked curiously.

“Dunno.” Jongin shrugged, also had no idea.

Baekhyun frowned as he walked in the hall. Chanyeol was not an ordinary nerd, he had lots of beautiful ex-girlfriends and Baekhyun wasn't happy with that. It felt like the fact was just slapping him hard on the face, telling him to woke up and realized that he would never had any chance whatsoever with his bestfriend (not that he expected something, but yes, he was having a tiny hope for a happy ending). Moreover, not too long ago, Baekhyun accidentally found a lot of Tiffany’s messages to Chanyeol in the tall boy's phone when he borrowed it to play some games. Chanyeol kept those messages, that must be meant something. Baekhyun also thought that he might saw Chanyeol smiled sweetly toward Seohyun this morning, that also must be meant something. Chanyeol wouldn't be together with the both of them at the same time of course (because he's not a playboy jerk, Baekhyun was sure about that), but he might choose one of them sooner or later.

And Baekhyun couldn't help but felt upset.

..........

One afternoon, Chanyeol called Baekhyun, “Yes, bedface?” The brunette boy was doing his individual report about pyramid for the history lesson tomorrow morning.

“Uh, Baek. My.. my glasses is broken.”  

“Huh? Why?” Baekhyun frowned, he was chewing the tip of his mechanical pencil.

“I was playing basketball this afternoon as usual, and Jongin was accidentally hit me with the ball.” The tall guy sobbed from the other line.

“What? Jongin? He came to your place?”

“Surprisingly, he was my neighbor.”

“What?”

“Well I didn't know either. One second he was calling me, told me that he'll be coming over, and then he just popped up on my bedroom door, grinning like an ugly chesire cat."  Baekhyun could imagined that Chanyeol was actually shrugging when he paused, but then he continued, "So, what should I do now? I couldn't see anything without my glasses.” He started to sobbed again.

“Well, you have to fix your glasses of course. Asked Jongin to take you to the optic. He had to take a responsible for breaking your glasses, is that clear, Yeol?” Baekhyun.

“Well, yeah. Will you come too?”

Baekhyun blinked and asked, “Should I?"

"Of course you should..."

After Baekhyun hung the phone up and reached for his army green jacket in his closet, he couldn't help but smile because Yeollie wanted his companion too.

...........

So, it’s been a very hectic week that Baekhyun and the rest of his class were facing lots of test that started getting its way to their last nerves. It was normal since they were in the last year of high school. In a very stressful environment like that, all little Baekhyun could do was only studying, smiled, and didn't stop to told himself, 'just think the test was a piece of cake so you'll feel free to move your brain'. And today, their class would have their English test.

Baekhyun was so damn good in English (actually, he's the second best after Kyungsoo). Even Chanyeol and Jongin, the smartass in the class, were nothing compared to him in this subject. That’s why, this time, Chanyeol was the one who seek for Baekhyun’s tutoring.

He was not the only one though, there was a group of other boys in their class who were waiting in the line to be tutored by Baekhyun too. Luckily, they had exactly a free hour today, because Mr. Lee was sick. So, they huddled up in the library, stuffing English words into their brains in the last minutes before the test starts.

The learning session was actually went very well. Baekhyun was such a great tutor. Everyone seemed to enjoyed and learned English a lot. There was someone though who didn’t feel that happy. Chanyeol, looked extremely annoyed. Didn't know why, he suddenly stood up and walked away.

Chanyeol kept his silence the whole day. He wouldn't speak anything at all. That drove Baekhyun completely confused about him. He asked the giant nerd what was wrong, but he just glared at him. When the class was over, Chanyeol left the class without saying goodbye to him. Baekhyun was seriously confused about him by now.

When Baekhyun met Chanyeol at the bus stop, the tall boy kept ignoring him. That made Baekhyun started to felt annoyed. He brought his disappointment to home that made Mrs. Byun confused about her son's behavior.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you?” She asked as she watched the small boy opening the fridge and grabbed a carton juice.

Baekhyun poured the  orange juice into his blue mug, “Nothing, Mom." He emptied half of the glass before pouring some more, ".. I just think that Chanyeol is very stupid,” he added in a whisper that was meant for himself.

Unfortunately, his mom had such an amazing pair of ears because she could hear it clearly from her spot in front of the stove, "What’s wrong with him?” She asked casually while stirring somekind of soup in the pot.

Baekhyun was contemplating in his mind, whether he should tell his mom about it or not and decided yes, he should. The beans were spilled anyway, “I don’t know. He just kept ignoring me today.”

Mrs. Byun nodded but say nothing about this. She just shook her head and then went to chopped some carrots for the soup.

In the evening, when Baekhyun was flipping through the tv channels (he ended up watching a popular drama that was airing at the moment), someone was calling his phone. It was Chanyeol- the bedface bastard. Baekhyun rolled his eyes and decided against picking up the phone. Then suddenly, he heard the house's phone rang. Mrs. Byun was the one who picked it up,

“BAEKHYUN, THIS IS FOR YOU, DEAR!”

Baekhyun stood up from his bed and opened his bedroom door. He already had a hunch of from who it probably was, but he asked anyway, “Who is it, Mom?”

“Chanyeol.” His mom answered, her hand was covering the phone.

Baekhyun frowned, “Tell him I’m not home.” He said as he was going back to his room.

Mrs. Byun rolled her eyes and said sternly, “No, I wont. You should talk to him, and clear your things up.” With that, she left the phone on the table. Baekhyun, had no choice, reached the phone, and growled to it.

“What?” He heard the guy from the other line was clearing his throat.

“Hey, Baek. What are you doing?” Chanyeol's voice was cracked. He sounded a little bit unsure.

“I’m watching now.”

“Oh..”

There's silent for a minute or two and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. He was tapping his foot impatiently, "Look Yeol, I'm in the middle of a good drama now. What do you want to talk about? If there’s nothing important, better you call me later. I-”

“No! Wait! I want to talk with you.." There were some weird noises coming from Chanyeol's line, it sounded like he was struggling with something,  "Uh, so what drama are you watching now?”

“A romance. Before you can judge me, it was not my style, but I like the main actor in this drama, so yeah, for that lame excuse, I watched it.” Baekhyun played with the phone cable. He was twirling it absentmindedly with his fingers because there's nothing much he could do right now. Talking to Chanyeol was never be this awkward, and he usually talked with his phone so he could roll around on his bed while speaking. This time, he was stucked with his mom's red home phone that was hung near her kitchen counter.

There were another weird sounds and different channels flipping in Chanyeol's background before the familiar deep voice was heard speaking to him once again, “Oh, this drama. So, err- you like the one that raise his hair up with gels?”

Baekhyun frowned, did Chanyeol just searching the drama that he watched so that he could strike a conversation with him? He bit his lower lips and shrugged, couldn't be. Baekhyun tried to recalled the drama casts, and gawked when he came upon the one that Chanyeol mentioned, “Ewwh, no-uh, he's ugly, and he is the villain anyway.”

"Ah, so, which one that you like exactly?” Baekhyun couldn’t see his face, but somehow he can imagined that the tall guy was fidgeting now- maybe a little bit nervous.

“Um, I like the brown hair one with a light brown highlight. He’s handsome. Definitely my tipe.” Baekhyun smiled, he knew Chanyeol was trying hard to have a reconciliation with him.

“Hm, yeah I see. This guy is handsome. And I heard this drama is great too.” He chuckled lightly, "Oh, Baek, well, I’m sorry about today. I didn’t mean it.” He suddenly continued.

“Yeah, I started to hate you because of that, you know? What’s wrong with you anyway? Why were you acting like that?” Baekhyun pouted but asked curiously.

“I- I think I just get stressed because of the test. Well I-” he paused, he sounds like he was holding something.

“Yeah, ok, I get it.“ Baekhyun was already smiling by now and he felt like he didn't need to hear Chanyeol's reason anymore. “So, see you tomorrow, I guess?"

"Yea.." Chanyeol said softly, but before Baekhyun could hung up, he was calling his name again, "B- Baek, wait I- I need to tell you something."

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows curiously, it's not usual for Chanyeol to sounded this nervous, "Yeah, sure."

"I know that this's weird, but it's a secret... Actually I- I- I just realized that... I'm might be a bi." Chanyeol squeaked from the other line, "No, I am a bi."

Baekhyun's heart was thumping fast, his palm got sweaty and he grabbed the phone hardly, could it be.. "What?"

"And I- I- I think I like Kyungsoo..."

..........

"It all began when he helped me doing my physic homework."

"You're usually good at that." Baekhyun commented.

"Yea, I was usually good, but Kyungsoo was the best. Well anyway, he was telling me how to do it the easiest way and then I realized his hand that held the multicolored pen was so petite. His voice was like an angel, Baek- I've never thought that physic could sounded so beautiful. And his eyes were sparkling like stars. You know this might sounded cheesy or may be crazy. But he was the one who turned me into a bi. How great was that? I thought this was love at the first tutoring."

Eversince Chanyeol came out of the closet to Baekhyun on the phone, he started to talk more and more about his crush toward Kyungsoo. 

"You see, Baek, I think Kyungsoo had the most beautiful round eyes I've ever seen."

"Kyungsoo's short and little feet were too adorable. I wanna squish him," and Baekhyun retorted back, "Don't let him hear you called him little, though. He didn't like it."

"Baek, everytime Kyungsoo was smiling I felt like floating in the clouds. His lips were heartshaped for pete's sakes."

"Baekhyun, don't you think Kyungsoo's lips will tastes sweet? I think it's sweet, because it's pink."

Baekhyun didn't had time to whined or even felt upset about it in front of Yeol. He couldn't even sighed or looked hurt, because Chanyeol would know, if he didn't though (because Chanyeol was probably the densest person on earth), there's always the sharp Jongin. The tanned guy seemed to know more than anyone could imagine. He acted like Chanyeol's exotic cupid, always trying to pushed him and Kyungsoo together- eventhough sometimes, Baekhyun felt like Jongin was throwing a curious glance toward him too.

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