What Did I Do?
Just Moments
"...So evidently, from the title, the flea here is used as a conceit in which the poet compares it to 'our marriage bed, and marriage temple is'. Metaphorically-"
Almost abruptly, Park Chanyeol squared his shoulders. There it was again. That familiar prick at the base of his neck, as if a cold hand brushed against it.
And he knew.
"...His robust beginning here, as you can see from the tone and the metre, the poet somehow demands the silent interlocutor, as being suggested a passive woman, and with the extension the readers-"
Pretending to take something out of his bag by his side, Chanyeol turned his body silently. He randomly took a small notebook of his and as he raised his head, their eyes connected.
"...Let's see, parallel to his other poem, say At The Round Earth's, the topic of metaphorical conceit is quite prominent...the biblical allusions, the allusion to Noah's Ark-"
His eyes were sharp. Beautiful, if Chanyeol could say so himself. There was a sort of aggressive beauty in those dark eyes.
The eyes that Chanyeol had countless of times noticed, were always on him. They were always on him during this 2-period class.
Those eyes never really showed him any emotion, just like now. And as Chanyeol bravely stared back, the other would leisurely averted his blank gaze back towards the front of the hall.
And that was just how Kris Wu managed to enter Chanyeol's mind.
To be honest, Chanyeol was frustrated. Why?
Kris never did do anything. He only stared at Chanyeol from his usual seat at the back of the small class. That's all. And that was why he was so frustrated with the other. He wanted to know why he was the victim of Kris' strange stare all this while.
Was it his way of saying Chanyeol pissed him off? ...did he?
Did Chanyeol unknowingly trip him over or hit his head with a ball or something? With the nonexistent grace Chanyeol had, it wasn't a surprise.
But Chanyeol didn't remember. Did he do something to Kris?
"Okay class, we'll end it here. Have a nice day!"
And in that that exact moment, Chanyeol decided.
Multiple sounds of chairs scrapping the floor were heard as Chanyeol hurriedly packed his books and pens, uncaringly tossing them inside his brown bag. He knew that Kris was usually one of the last ones out - like him.
As he expected.
As he slung his bag across his shoulders, biting his lower lip in determination, Chanyeol marched towards one unsuspecting Kris Wu who was taking his time neatly putting his things away. My, what a contrast to Chanyeol.
"Kris Wu-sshi...?"
And the other looked up. Once again, Chanyeol was stared at by those black eyes. Being this near, Chanyeol realised that they weren't entirely ebony as he thought -there were specks of gold-brown. Yet he didnt say anything to Chanyeol, no sound of acknowledgement. Park Chanyeol gulped. Well, it was now or never.
"Kris-sshi, it's been bothering me for quite a while now and I really need to say something about it or else I'll explode. It's been on my mind like all the time and I keep thinking did I do something because I don't remember and I'm really lousy when-"
At that point, Chanyeol realised he was already rambling and Kris who stood towering him raised an eyebrow. His expression was still quite blank but somehow Chanyeol knew the other was amused. Chanyeol gritted his teeth, blushing mildly. Gosh.
He cleared his throat. "Um...my point is, why do you stare at me so much during class?"
Blood rushed up to his face and neck. Omo, why did he have to say such embarrassing things? What if...Kris wasn't actually staring at him?!
Kris was silent but his eyes showed he was surprised.
"Um..." Chanyeol began to worry his lower lip off. "It's okay! You don't have to answer! What was I saying, right? I'll just go! Sorry to bother your time! Omo, why wasn't I thinking!? You pro-"
"You have beautiful eyes," Kris suddenly said. His husky voice shocked Chanyeol that he widened his eyes.
"E-eh?" Chanyeol's eyes fluttered in disbelief. What did Kris say? He was sure he heard wrong...no?
"You have a really beautiful smile too."
"Eh? Wha?"
"You asked me the reason...reasons I stared at you, Chanyeol-sshi," Kris smirked as he shouldered his bag - eyes still on the dumbfounded younger student.
"Kris-sshi, I-" Chanyeol creased his eyebrows.
"See you later, Chanyeol," Kris cut him off again, smugly grinning at Chanyeol as he exited the classroom. Leaving behind a still frowning Park Chanyeol.
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The very next day, in Literature class, found a tomato-red curly-haired Park Chanyeol and sitting next to a smug-looking and relaxed Kris Wu who magically sat himself next the other. And under the table, Kris's left hand was intertwined with Chanyeol's right throughout the lesson.
A/N: I know nothing of Korean literature so I used English instead. You can also find this on my tumblr @ sly-ol-amber.tumblr.com ^^ Tis a prompt. If you want me to write something/request something of me, you can message me on my tumblr, kay?
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