"Stop dragging me," the giant exclaimed.

Chanyeol wasn't born for this. Getting dragged towards the cafeteria every 4 pm became a routine already. He was so not a fan of this DJ B guy, though everyone in school and almost everybody on his town loves him.

"Oh come on . It's already 3:53!" Kris told him and jumped rather enthusiastically, losing all his sanity and almost hitting Chanyeol's face with a chair. Kris naturally acts cool, but whenever it comes to DJ B, he loses all his coolness. He was a big fan, and if DJ B sells merchandises with his faces, Kris would've bought them all.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes—Oh who was he kidding. Of course the school's radio wouldn't allowed that. They have this rule (which made everybody dying to know the real identity of DJ B) where no one is allowed to reveal their faces, and goddamn, no one knows where they are in this school. Everything remains a secret, and it's because: "Faces like these are confidential. You must wear thick glasses because you can be blinded by my—ouch!Ourhandsomeness... geez."

...Yup, DJ B. What's so special about that kid? He is so full of himself, and his confidence level's really high. He jokes a lot, and to Chanyeol, all of them were rather corny. He's so not amused.

Not that he's jealous or something, but DJ B's popularity is no joke. It started off last year, when the school's radio "Transformers" (I know, super lame) announced they had a new member. The students were bored at first, knowing what to expect. Of course, another boring member that would talk ages, and ages, and ages about old love songs and how corny love is. But what rather welcomed them is a voice. And it sounds happy, for the first time, everybody in the cafeteria cheered.

"Everybody let's welcome DJ B!!!"

And he became popular, and everyone in school's talking about him, and half of the town's heard of him and Chanyeol is not jealous at all.

Kris dragged him to an empty table. Thank goodness there was one. It's already starting. The cafeteria was turning into a ing gay bar once again. Chanyeol was unhappy, Kris was happily munching at his chicken.

"Hello everyone." Chanyeol sarcastically exclaimed, imitating DJ B on the speakers. Students around them cheered. "How are you today? Are you eating well—ouch! Okay, okay." Chanyeol rolled his eyes when his best friend gave him an eye and elbowed him.

"Because Valentine's Day is coming, someone would give you a riddle. And that's me." Chanyeol rolled his eyes at that statement, and everybody... everybody muttered something. 'What riddle?'

OH I DON'T KNOW WHAT RIDDLE?! Chanyeol's already losing his patience. He can't believe he missed a good TV show once again. Because of this DJ B.

"Not a person, not a thing
You need me, but you're denying.
When you achieved me, you can burst in tears.
And maybe, I can remove all your fears.
What am I?"

The student's cheers erupted into whispers.

Chanyeol maybe, "That was the dumbest riddle I've ever hea—ouch! STOP HITTING ME."

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

On his way home, Chanyeol was alone. The radio station segment ended at 5 pm, and it's 5:30 currently. He couldn't help but to take a look at the newly renovated cake shop in front of their school, and maybe, take a little bite on one of the dishes.

Chanyeol sighed once again, for the sight of his crush tumbled upon him inside the cake shop... Byun Baekhyun.

He's smart, and he likes reading so much. Maybe that's why Chanyeol grew interest of him. He doesn't talk that much, but he still has many friends, even outnumbering Chanyeol's one. While observing this Byun Baekhyun, every hope if him being noticed is going down to the drain. Like... how could he? Would Chanyeol do something? Whenever Baekhyun passed by his seat to talk to Chanyeol's seatmate Kim Jongdae, would he embarrass himself or bury his head to his chair just to divert Baekhyun's attention to him?

If kicking pebbles on their way home can earn money, Chanyeol would've had millions. School season would end soon and still, he couldn't even talk or borrow a sheet of paper to Byun Baekhyun. All he could do is laze around and kick pebbles. He's hopeless.

Should he ask Kris for help? No. Every damn time Chanyeol would have a crush, all he does it keep it to himself. He doesn't like voicing it out to everybody and making his crush flustered and avoid talking to him. He doesn't like to be teased, and he wants Byun Baekhyun to know he crushed on him sincerely, not like these.

While Chanyeol's thoughts are twirling endlessly on his mind, a pair of school shoes appeared on his peripheral view which snapped him outside his reverie. A unique one, and legs, and elbows and hands, and books...

Chanyeol's eyes widened.

"B-byun Baekhyun..."

Baekhyun gasped when someone called his name. He raised his head to look at Chanyeol, who's cheeks are still flaming in crimson.

"U-uh, I'm sorry. I didn't m-mean to be a creep but.. uh..."

Baekhyun closed his book and lowered his head, waiting for Chanyeol's coherent response in a slightly stuttered manner.

Chanyeol was biting his lip just to think of anything to say. "Uhm... are you o-on your way home?"

"Uh." Baekhyun was a bit weirded out. "Yes I am." this was the first time I talked to him. Chanyeol almost dances his happy song. He was smiling so hard, but he didn't mind his cheeks getting hurt. This is Byun Baekhyun.

He looked at Baekhyun, he was smiling. At him. Baekhyun was smiling at him! "Uh, I'll think uhh, I-I'll be going now. Because maybe your house is in this lane," he pointed to somewhere. "A-and mine's here so you should go home instead of coming with me..." Chanyeol's eyes widened when Baekhyun threw him a  confused stare. "No, no, no, no, no that's not what I meant! I was not asking you to come with m—hurhrurhru." Chanyeol focused his eyes on the ground and cupped his flaming cheeks.

And then, Baekhyun's melodious laughter filled his ears. "My house is in this lane as well."

Chanyeol's eyes widened. HE LIVES IN THE SAME LANE AS MINE!!!!! HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS?!

"That's great!" Chanyeol yelled and fist bumped the air, but holding his hands close to his chest afterwards because of embarrassment.

"You're funny, Chanyeol."

HE KNOWS MY NAME!!!!!!!

"Uh? Really? I-I don't think I am.." Baekhyun just smiled.

Baekhyun opened his book once again and started reading. Chanyeol on the other hand fiddled with his hands while walking. Say something!

He kept sweating, hands shaking in fear. He kept going and going on his files in his mind just to think of something to say when Baekhyun suddenly stopped. And he stopped. They both stopped. They both stopped in front of Baekhyun's house.

"I'm living here." the smaller exclaimed, his face brightening and Chanyeol almost fainted.

He lives in front of my house.

"Byun Baekhyun... thank you."

"For what?"

"For... continuing your conversation with me. Thank you."

Baekhyun chuckled. "Thank you for talking to me in the first place. I owe you one."

Chanyeol smiled and his eyes travelled from Baekhyun's face to the book he's holding. Riddles 101.

Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows. "You like riddles?"

Baekhyun's eyes widened and stared at the book he's currently holding. "Yes, I do. Speaking of riddles, do you know the answer to DJ B's riddle?"

"DJ B?" Chanyeol tried to hide the distaste in his voice (because what if Baekhyun's also a fan?) but Baekhyun noticed it anyway.

"Do you not... like him?" he asked.

"Uh, not... really." he said. For a second there Baekhyun's face dropped but immediately turned into his silent yet jolly one in a second. Chanyeol didn't notice it was fake.

"Oh, I see. See you again, Park Chanyeol."

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

Constant rolling in bed, hitting his face in the bedside table, flushing of cheeks. Yes, Chanyeol is still alive.

His eyes accidentally wandered towards the clock. 2 am. Chanyeol still can't sleep. Whenever he would close his eyes, the image of Baekhyun talking to him would appear. He almost banged his face straight to the headboard of his bed. He couldn't do anything but roll, and roll and more rolling and rolling.

He reached for his milk and gulped the thing in one go. It's his 5th glass, and he still can't sleep. He sighed and massaged his forehead. He doesn't want to sleep at class later. It's Thursday. It's Valentine's Day the next day. And maybe...

Valentine's Day?!

V A L E N T I N E ' S  D A Y ? !

He stood up so fast he hit his foot on the bedside table (curse that bedside table, always hurting him). Valentine's Day! He heard that DJ B would accept song requests to each and everyone of them to their crushes. Valentine's Day on Saturday... it's his chance. Should he dedicate a song to Byun Baekhyun? But , that's DJ B. He doesn't like the guy!

So he flopped himself on the bed, and rolled more once again.

Okay I would. Chanyeol embraced himself in the cold. I would dedicate a song to Byun Baekhyun on DJ B's segment.

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

"What happened to your eyes." Kris asked when Chanyeol sat on his seat. It's 7 in the morning and Chanyeol's already ready to go home. He craned his head towards Kris and stared at him with his big and bulging eyes, ready to eat him alive.

"I'm sleep deprived, Kris. And really, really sad."

"You're such a weirdo." Kris exclaimed, but Chanyeol didn't hear it. He has his thoughts currently occupied by Baekhyun, and maybe a little bit of DJ B. It's almost Saturday, he should make a desision fast.

He couldn't count how many times did he sigh this day.

"Do you know the answer to DJ B's riddle?" two students passed by him and Chanyeol could see how his own left eye twitched.

"DJ B's the coolest. I heard he was the one who made that riddle!" his ears perked.

"Really?" no, no, have self control...

"DJ B—"

"LISTEN HERE," Chanyeol banged his table with his fist, his ears pink. "DO NOT MENTION DJ B'S NAME WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR ME, UNDERSTAND? WHY DO YOU EVEN LIKE HIM? WHY IS HE SO SPECI..al..." his expression softened when he saw Baekhyun staring at him, his eyes watery—was he crying?—and in a second, Baekhyun rushed outside the classroom without anyone noticing, because all eyes were staring right at Chanyeol. He run past the students, even Kris who was staring at him wide eyed.

Where are you, Baekhyun?

He couldn't help but wonder. Why is Baekhyun affected? He likes DJ B so much that he cried for him? Silly Chanyeol, why did you make your own crush cry?

Chanyeol was biting his lip while taking little steps cautiously on the hallway to take quick peeks on every door ajar. He was fiddling his fingers—it was a habit whenever he's nervous—and he can't believe this. One day, he was making Baekhyun laugh, and the other, it wasn't even a day yet, he made Baekhyun cry. His chest tightened so badly when he saw Baekhyun's tears rolling down his cheeks. He just want to hug him, and wipe his tear strained cheeks and pat his fluffy hair. He wants to whisper calming words to him, just so he would stop crying.

He hates seeing people cry. Especially when he's the reason, and most especially when they're the people he loves.

He couldn't help but to blame himself and just accept that Baekhyun wouldn't take a look at him ever again. He would curse February 12 for it was the day Chanyeol first talked to him. All possible reactions crossed on his mind, and they weren't comforting. They were making him feel bad over and over again. Chanyeol went to take a quick rest on the bench as he could feel his own tears threatening to fall down on his cheeks. Silly, silly Park Chanyeol. Don't you have any heart to just make Baekhyun cry?

And then he saw him, and he was still crying. Baekhyun was sitting on the edge of the fountain, and his fingertips were dancing on the water. Chanyeol observed a little more, and from the looks of it, Baekhyun was humming. The sunlight showered him with much elegance, that from everything that shines he was the brightest.. the prettiest flower, the most delicate thing. And Chanyeol always envisioned Baekhyun like this. And maybe... maybe that's the reason why he hates seeing Baekhyun cry.

He took a slow paced step towards the smaller, the sunlight making his eyes squint a little. His tugged his blazer down, constantly fixing and unfixing the thing out of nervousness. Baekhyun was still there, facing his back. Still tracing ripples of water, still crying, still making Chanyeol guilty for what he did.

"Baekhyun..." because of his instinct, Baekhyun backed away, gasping when he felt Chanyeol sat by his side. Chanyeol could see him biting his lips with much annoyance, and he wanted to say sorry more than a thousand times.

"What." it was not a question. It was more like a universal statement that was asking Chanyeol to back away.

"Look, Baekhyun. I am really, really sorry." Chanyeol looked so sincere, but Baekhyun still can't notice it. "Sorry if I offended you in some way, or have hurt your feelings but it—it wasn't my intention. I was so carried away... carried away because of..." Chanyeol trailed off.

"Of what?"

"Carried away..." he was thinking of the things he want to say, But once again, carried away. "Carried away because of you!"

Chanyeol squinted his eyes tight. Because can't you see? I am so in love with you...

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

Friday went by so fast, and for Chanyeol it consisted of small and awkward stares with Baekhyun and maybe a little piece of mind from Kris (face to fist rather). Sure, Baekhyun already said 'It's alright' and they dismissed the topic last Thursday but still, Chanyeol still felt uneasiness. He wanted to talk to Baekhyun like how they first talked. He wanted them to go back to the way they used to be. They weren't that close, and this is a bit selfish but whenever he sees Baekhyun talking to Jongdae, he wants him all by himself.

So right now, Chanyeol did what he first thought of. Dedicating a song to Byun Baekhyun at DJ B's Valentine segment. He was clutching his phone with a message written on it. He stared at it for a long while, and after a few heartbeats, he sighed and clicked the word 'SEND'.

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

"And that is, Loser from Kyungsoo to Kim Jongin. Lovers indeed. Are you watching here, Kim Jongin?" DJ B or should I say, Baekhyun chuckled when he felt his co-DJ's stare on his back. The school radio's phone rang once again so Baekhyun hurriedly clicked the message,

"And now, here's a message from sender Dobi, the character from Harry Potter. And he says 'Mr. DJ, can I have a request? Please play Pretty Boy by f(x) dedicated t-to M-my... Baekhyun.'"

The said DJ tuned off his sentence and ushered Sehun to play the music. Baekhyun sat on his chair and cupped his face, while Jongin, elbowed him while wearing that smug smile of his. And again, was that song dedicated to him?

"Uri Baekhyunnie has a secret admirer~" Jongdae teased and poked him in the cheek. Baekhyun on the other hand resisted the urge to choke Jongdae with the microphone. They didn't see Luhan behind them and before they can, Luhan slammed their foreheads together.

"."

"Stop talking loudly you ing bastards and just whisper if you would talk with a name involved. We're gonna be screwed if someone finds out who DJ B is."

The phone rang again and Baekhyun excused himself. "Okay another song from our viewers..."

"BAEKHYUN!"

It was already 5 pm when Baekhyun, with his backpack slung on his back lazily heard his name being called by a not so pleasant person again. He stopped for a millisecond, but walked in a more faster pace once again.

"BYUN BAEKHYUN, PLEASE."

Because of the constant bugging, he stopped in his tracks but never looked back. He heard a few pitter patter of steps and maybe swirls of gasps before him. "Baekhyun, just hear me out, would you?"

Baekhyun was silent, and Chanyeol is too. But they weren't awkward. "Look, Baekhyun. I'm really sorry. I wish you would talk to me again. But no, seriously I would understand if you're angry or you wouldn't talk right now, so I think this is the best time to explain."

"Baekhyun... I... I..." Chanyeol trailed off and slapped his own forehead. He hissed when he can't continue.

I'm a coward, a giant and a dumb coward. You don't deserve me Baekhyun. You don't deserve a big flying like me.

Chanyeol turned his back, but two arms stopped him. Two arms were encircled around his waist. A head was rested on his back, Baekhyun... Baekhyun was hugging him.

Not a person, not a thing
You need me, but you're denying.
When you achieved me, you can burst in tears.
And maybe, I can remove all your fears.
What am I?

Chanyeol knows the riddle now, and he allowed his heart to thump even faster on his chest, hammering himself, making him fall even more and more and more.

And it's all because of an embrace.

"I love you Baekhyun. I love you so much." he whispered and turn towards Baekhyun, the latter giving him a little space.

Baekhyun chuckled. "I know, Dobi."

Chanyeol's ears perked. "D-dobi?!"

Dobi. Only DJ B knows that name. "W-wait are you..?"

"Yeah. Thanks for figuring it out."

Chanyeol's eyes bulged and everything fitted together like puzzle pieces. Why Baekhyun's face drooped when Chanyeol said he doesn't like DJ B, why he cried when Chanyeol said he despised DJ B, why... ! Why is so dumb?

Chanyeol was still lost in his reverie, even after Baekhyun reached for his shoulder to shake him. The smaller placed his hands on his hips, looked up and Chanyeol was still staring at god-knows-where. Baekhyun sighed and in a heartbeat, his lips were already flat on Chanyeol's.

Chanyeol stepped outside his thoughts. Even if it was just a smack, he still couldn't help but blush like crazy. He stepped back a little and stared at Baekhyun, but then again, sighing as he reaches for the other's lips over and over again.

Both of them ended up on the piles of raked leaves by the foot of the tree, and was currently a laughing mess. Chanyeol couldn't help but tickle Baekhyun but still he, was laughing more.

Both could feel stardust circling around them. And it was magic over and over again.

 

 

♪( ´▽｀)

 

"I love you, Baekhyun."

"I love you too, Park. Shall I tiptoe so I could kiss you again?"