Prompt: “Going to the Dentist”

Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol

Words: ~1500

Russian Translation

Chanyeol detested dentists. In Chanyeol's opinion, dentists were design to rip money out of people's pockets. Chanyeol had a set of perfectly straight, white, teeth; he had no need for a dentist. Chanyeol sits, grumpily, in the waiting room. It's bland, with white walls and a putrid coloured carpet that is frayed and ripped at random places. He sees a pile of toys by the wall on his far right, toys for little kids. He can hear screaming somewhere down a long sterile white corridor, where he knows his dentist's room sits at the end of. 

It makes him detest the whole situation more.

Chanyeol's studying to become an entertainer. According to his mother, it's a complete waste of time, because she doesn't think too many people actually find him funny. Chanyeol likes to disagree. He's pretty convinced that he's an attractive guy, and he's become used to being known as the class clown at college, which warrants a lot of attention from at least the female portion of the student body.

Chanyeol twiddles his thumbs, picking up a magazine with pointless fashion advice and food ideas off the table besides him, glaring at anyone who stares at him too long. He sticks out, with obvious hazel coloured hair, an legs that seem to stretch on for miles. His mother glares at him, as he makes himself comfortable, slouched over two seats.

"Park Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol glances up from his seat, letting a scowl slowly set on his face. He picks himself up, gingerly, before dragging himself down the white corridor.

His dentist is old, with folds of skin creased with age across his forehead. His hair is whiting, and his eyes are entirely too plain and lifeless to convey any character. There really is nothing for Chanyeol to stare up at, not when he's got those weird dentist implements sticking out of his jaw, and the scalpel is dragged lazily across the top of his molars.

"Ah, Chanyeol. Let's see what's going on inside that mouth of yours," the dentist greets, as Chanyeol lays himself down in the dentist's chair.

The consultation begins as boring as it usually is. Courtesy greetings to begin with, and of course praise for Chanyeol's amazing genes on the dentist's behalf. Then the conversation quickly ends and Chanyeol's chair moves backwards slowly, and Chanyeol thinks the little motor in the back of it might break because he's just too tall and weighs too much for it.

When the doctor has a small round mirror on a metallic rod pressed to the back right corner of Chanyeol's jaw, things finally start to get interesting. Chanyeol, of course, has on those ill-fitting sunglasses that all dentists seem to own, and the overhead light is shining directly on his face. Despite his blindness, he can hear the sound of a door open and close, and this sends his nerves on edge. As far as Chanyeol knows, his dentist has always worked alone.

"Oh, Chanyeol. This is Byun Baekhyun, he's my intern for the next few months. He'll be assisting with the procedure for today."

To say Chanyeol is a little confused by this turn of events is an understatement. With his mouth hanging open, his pearly whites so obviously tucked under his dentist's implements and his only means of greeting being a slightly phlegm-filled grunt of acknowledgement, it is no surprise that Chanyeol's ears redden in embarrassment. But Baekhyun gives him a small smile, and steps over to a desk at the side of the room, picking up a small tube that up air and saliva and sticking it in Chanyeol's mouth.

And then Chanyeol realises just how much he wants Baekhyun’s attention.

Chanyeol liked attention. This Byun Baekhyun guy (his name is already burnt into Chanyeol's head), however, has given him no attention save the small nod in response to the ugly grunt, and Chanyeol feels kind of put-off by it. Chanyeol is used to attention. Baekhyun doesn't say a word to Chanyeol throughout his appointment, and even after there was no expression of interest.

But Chanyeol is indeed extremely interested in him.

Baekhyun has a nice face, too, as Chanyeol soon finds out. He stumbles out of the dentist’s room with an all too obvious grin plastered on his face and into the arms of his waiting mother, who simply rolls her eyes, pays the bill, and walks away. Chanyeol follows her outside and sits in the back of the car, sliding his seat belt on before looking morosely out the window.

Yes indeed, he thinks to himself. Baekhyun has a nice face.

--

Chanyeol finds reasons to return to the dentist. He complains of tooth aches, of his wisdom teeth pressing too close to his back molars; he even blames the occasional headache on grinding his teeth, and demands his dentist to fix these problems. There are no problems, of course, as his dentist reiterates time and time again. Chanyeol is being paranoid, after all. There is nothing wrong with Chanyeol’s perfectly straight white teeth.

“Chanyeol? Back again?”  the dentist asks in disbelief, double-checking his clipboard.

Chanyeol rushes over to the old man, flashing him his trademark cheesy grin. But then Chanyeol remembers he has to act like something’s wrong, and he reverts to his usual dentist-only grimace.

“My jaw is sore,” he complains in a whine.

“Oh really?”

The dentist is incredulous at best, but nevertheless waves Chanyeol through. Chanyeol immediately lets his eyes scan the room, landing not too subtly on Baekhyun’s hands. Oh, how he’s come to love staring at those hands, rounded fingernails and all. It's the one part of Baekhyun that he’s become most accustomed to, and he can almost remember every line, every freckle, and every hair on both of Baekhyun’s hands. There is never any dirt under Baekhyun’s nails, and Chanyeol likes that about him.

“Chanyeol, I just need to go and get the scans from your last check-up. Baekhyun, get Chanyeol organised before I get back.”

Baekhyun nods, and Chanyeol inhales sharply as Baekhyun’s gorgeous fingers begin fiddling with the chair, until Chanyeol slides down slowly. And then Chanyeol is almost horizontal, and somehow Baekhyun has thrown a leg over the chair and is straddling Chanyeol’s waist, and Chanyeol can’t exactly begin to understand just how the Baekhyun got there.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Baekhyun whispers seductively into Chanyeol’s ear. Chanyeol shivers, and Baekhyun chuckles a little, before shimmying up Chanyeol’s stomach until his chin is resting on Chanyeol’s chest.

“You know, there are other ways to see me,” Baekhyun says with a smirk.

“What?” Chanyeol splutters.

And then realisation finally hits Chanyeol like a train. Chanyeol thinks that maybe he likes Baekhyun. Maybe he’s just finding excuses to see Baekhyun, to try and get Baekhyun’s attention. But what comes next completely surprises Chanyeol.

Baekhyun snakes an arm around his neck, and presses their lips together.

Chanyeol blinks a few times, ears reddened. Baekhyun pulls away quickly and clambers off of him, stepping over to the table and pretending like nothing happened. Chanyeol’s dentist returns, just seconds later. Chanyeol’s face is still red, and the dentist presses a hand to Chanyeol’s forehead.

“You’re flushed,” he mutters, and Chanyeol goes even redder.

“Flushed?” Chanyeol repeats.

“Park Chanyeol, a dentist’s job is to look at teeth. If you feel feverish, go see your general practitioner.”

Despite being obviously peevish, Chanyeol’s dentist carries out his routine check-ups, forces fluoride into Chanyeol’s mouth, and passes yet another medical bill into Chanyeol’s hands. Chanyeol remains quiet, watching and waiting as Baekhyun stands nonchalantly in the corner, ushering in yet another patient. Disgruntled, Chanyeol makes his way out of the building, staring down at the carpet like a kicked puppy. He makes it to his car, unlocks it, and almost steps inside, when a familiar voice rings in his ear.

“Chanyeol, wait! You forgot your toothpaste!”

Baekhyun runs out to him, a blush making its way across his cheeks. He holds out a small bag, and Chanyeol nervously takes it. There’s a number scrawled across the outside of the box. Baekhyun clears his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, sorry about before. I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t report me or anything,” he says sheepishly. Chanyeol nods, flabbergasted.

“I won’t?”

It comes out more as a question, but Baekhyun nods nevertheless. He steps closer to Chanyeol, standing on his tip-toes, before pressing a light peck to Chanyeol’s cheek.

“Truth is, I really like you. I think you’re cute,” Baekhyun grunts.

Chanyeol can’t remember the last time he was called cute. His sister said it every now and then, but they looked so alike, and Chanyeol wasn’t sure just what her motive for calling him cute was. Chanyeol blushes wildly, trying to cover his face with his hands. Baekhyun immediately notices, swatting them away.

“See? That’s really cute.”

“I like your hands,” Chanyeol stutters.

Baekhyun giggles, turning around to walk back into the building.

“I get off at three,” he says.

“We’re going to have to work on your pick-up lines.”