[chanhun] || side!baekai, highschool!au; in which chanyeol and jongin don’t really mind falling in love, because falling isn’t all that bad when there are eye smiles involve

 

 

“Ow, oh, my bad, oh wow, you’re tall, I don’t know how I didn’t see you, but sorry dude.”

As Chanyeol regains his senses and looks up. Sehun smiles apologetically, and Chanyeol can’t feel his fingertips. As Sehun walks away laughing at something one of his friends says, Chanyeol doesn’t notice the drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth until Jongin slaps the back of his head.

“, what the hell.” Chanyeol furrows his brows and rubs his head as Jongin rolls his eyes.

“You’re drooling. You also look like a fish. C’mon, I don’t want, nor do I need another detention cause of you.”

Chanyeol grumbles unintelligible curses, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, as he re-adjusts his glasses and mocks his best friend down the hall to homeroom.

——

“Pssst.”


Poke.

“Hey, pssst.”


Poke. Poke.


“Hey! Wake up!”

Chanyeol’s startled awake by an incessant poking and something that sounds oddly like honey. And as he opens his eyes, he forgets how to breathe.

It’s Sehun.

“Hey, do you have a pencil I can borrow?”

Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide—Jongin thinks it’s creepy—as he numbly nods before handing over his only pencil, his lips as their fingers brush against another. But he forgets that fact when Sehun flashes his signature eye smile.

“Thanks.”

Chanyeol responds vaguely with an mhmmm that cracks on the last syllable, clearing his throat (as well as catching the attention of the teacher, to which he then slowly slides down his seat), his voice reverts back to its baritone smoothness (he’s not really ever smooth).

Jongin snorts and Chanyeol thinks he’s shooting glares over at him (but it really just looks like he can’t decide on a facial expression, so he ends up looking lost and confused coupled with some form of eyebrow movement).

——

“I mean, really,” Jongin stuffs his hands in his pockets as he glances from side to side, “you’ve never even talked to the kid, I don’t get why you’re so obsessed with him, do you honestly think that those lollipops will actually make him fall in love with y—are you even listening?”

“Nope.” Chanyeol pops the ‘p’ as he spots Sehun’s locker number—365—as he tapes yet another swirled lollipop when someone behind them clears their throat.

“So it’s you who’s been putting those there.”

Chanyeol freezes mid way through creasing over the tape twice, thumb over edge, and he can’t help but shiver because he’s memorized that voice. It’s not like it was a voluntary decision, his mind had just permanently etched that smooth voice—with a slight lisp—into it that his ears have suddenly turned so acute that it would be impossible not to recognize.

Jongin suddenly becomes a sputtering mess, staring at the senior beside Sehun.

“B-baekhyun sunbae!” He bows a full ninety, dragging Chanyeol down as well. Baekhyun’s laugh fills their ears and Jongin becomes a shade of red.

Chanyeol whispers (not so secretively) about how Jongin’s a whipped puppy and Jongin mentally round-houses him behind his knees but settles for a pinch in the arm.

Chanyeol thinks pinches are a .

A friend and senior of theirs had once told them about falling into an infatuation. He was a transfer student, Lu Han. He was a bit eccentric, always talking about other countries and their soccer teams and he was always stressing his manliness, though he looked like the girliest male they’d ever seen, they kept quiet.

As Jongin and Chanyeol both get up, they realize that maybe falling wasn’t such a bad thing. Because when you fall, you get that tingly feeling that never really goes away. It’s that feeling that you can’t gather enough oxygen into your lungs but you also can’t inhale any more.

They’ve become fond of eye smiles.

——

Surprisingly, Chanyeol doesn’t stop with the lollipops.

Even though Sehun has told him he couldn’t eat them anyway, due to the fact that excessive amounts of sugar makes him fat, but Chanyeol reassures him that he’s perfect.

Jongin gags.

Baekhyun elbows him with a frown, that Jongin ends up kissing away.

——

“Did you ever expect this?” Chanyeol’s playing with the tips of Sehun’s hair (which is now pink. He says it’s for a trial run because his parents haven’t stopped ing and it’s his form of rebellion. Chanyeol finds that amusing), twirling it within his forefinger and thumb.

Sehun hums, “expect what?”

“Us. Together. I mean, you’re kind of popular and I’m… Well I’m not.”

Chanyeol’s bottom lip juts out and Sehun can’t help but chuckle because he looks genuinely and mildly frustrated.

He decides to tease.

“Yea. You know you’re actually kind of creepy, and you do this thing where you can’t decide what kind of expression to put on, and you’re so freaking tall that my neck hurts—you should massage it later—and kissing you is kind of awkward,” Sehun bites back a laugh as Chanyeol’s face falls.

“But I think you’re worth it.”

Chanyeol does the face thing again, and Sehun kisses it into a smile.