(A/N: This was supposed to be a one shot but I found out that this will take longer than I thought... so... it will be divided in a few chapters. Enjoy~)

                Baekhyun sneakily went inside whilst Mrs. Jung was writing on the board. He didn’t get why he had the seat near the front. The classroom was wide, so he had to put his index finger on his lips and plead for the others not to say a word. He was getting nearer to his seat but then—

“Mrs. Jung!” Chanyeol shouted, hand raised and Baekhyun bit his lip for he was so close to reaching his seat.

Their terror teacher turned around, “What is it Chan—Mr. Byun, are you late again in my class?” she said calmly, though you could feel the steam fuming out of her ears. “DID I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU, NOT TO GET LATE OR ELSE YOU WILL SERVE A WEEK OF DETENTION?!” Baekhyun nodded, while slowly sitting down on his seat. “NO ONE TOLD YOU THAT YOU COULD SIT DOWN!” Baekhyun stood up once again, facing the floor. The teacher kept on spitting and yelling words from . The class couldn’t take that much noise but if it means no class they wouldn’t mind. After a full ten-minute scolding, the teacher smiled as if she didn’t create such disturbance and faced Chanyeol.

“What is it that you want, Mr. Park Chanyeol?” she smiled and it made Baekhyun shiver. Speaking of Chanyeol, in which he glared at him, Baekhyun anticipated for the other’s response.

Chanyeol faced Baekhyun and he felt nervous. He faced the teacher again, “Uh, ma’am… I… Uh… I just wanted ask what that is…” he explained, pointing to a random line on the blackboard, “Can you explain that further? I couldn’t quite understand it.” He managed to form a lie.

Chanyeol could still feel the intense gaze Baekhyun was giving him. He hoped he could just melt right there and then. “Of course, Chanyeol, but that would be done by the end of the lecture. If you’re having a hard time, you know you could always see me at the—”

“No need, Mrs. Jung, class is enough.” Chanyeol cut her words, not wanting to hear the next statement.

“Okay then…” the teacher said with one last smile directed to Chanyeol and a glare for Baekhyun and then she proceeded on her lecture. Baekhyun sat down, and Chanyeol swore he heard him curse at him several times.

It was lunch time and Baekhyun was angry. It was true that he loved Chanyeol but there were times he was just plain annoying. Like today, for example. He cheated. And because of that he had to clean their huge classroom for a week, not to mention dress up as a girl. He finally got his tray of food and went to an empty table. It only took a few minutes for Chanyeol to finally sit beside him.

“So… two weeks?” he teased, and Baekhyun gritted his teeth in pure annoyance.

“You cheated, it doesn’t count.” Baekhyun said grabbing fries from Chanyeol’s plate instead of his.

“There were no rules, so your statement doesn’t count either.” Chanyeol retorted and Baekhyun’s glare grew fiercer.

“Remind me again why you’re my best friend?” He asks, sarcasm obviously intended.

“Because, you love me. You love me that you can’t stand living without me.” Chanyeol smiles and it was enough to have Baekhyun’s heart skip a beat. The older smiled awkwardly.

I do love you pabo! He thought, but shook it off after.

“I still don’t deserve such a punishment.” Baekhyun insisted and pouted; and Chanyeol couldn’t help but pinch the other’s cheeks.

“Fine. You know I can’t resist your pouty lips. I’ll help you during detention; and even though I still think I didn’t cheat, tell you what, just cross-dress for a week.” Chanyeol offered and since Baekhyun was flattered and blushing because of the phrase ‘couldn’t resist your pouty lips’, he finally agreed.

“Where will I get my school uniform, though?” Baekhyun asked, deep in thought.

“Well you know, noona has her uniforms stored somewhere in our house since she’s in college now. I’ll ask her for it, and… maybe you can drop by at our house later and I’ll give it to you.” Chanyeol suggested and they continued eating their lunch more peacefully.

DAY 1

                Chanyeol woke up pretty early today. He admits that he really is excited upon seeing his best friend dressing up as a girl. He glanced at his bedside table and was greeted by their smiling faces. The photo inside the frame was taken way back, it was their first day of high school and they were in front of the school gate. They decided to take a selca for Chanyeol’s sentimental purposes. He couldn’t believe that a year from now they would graduate, that is, if Baekhyun doesn’t continue on being tardy all the time. After getting ready, and checking the mirror for the nth time, he was about to go to school when his phone rang. It was Baekhyun.

“Hello…?” Chanyeol said shortly, not knowing what he wanted to say to the other.

“Ch-Chanyeol oppa~” A soft girly voice came out of the speakers, and he burst into a fit of laughter.

“HAHAHA! Ya Byun Baekhyun, what do you want? HAHAHA!” Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s voice.

“YA! That’s Baekhee for you, oppa!”

“HEY! Who is whose oppa here? You’re a noona!” Chanyeol replied, still chuckling a bit.

“Whatever! Anyways, I called you to inform you that you’ll be picking me up at my house.”

“And why is that?” Chanyeol was already outside walking to school.

“Because, this skirt is so ty! Do all girls’ wear their skirts this short?! Plus, I’m embarrassed to go to school like this, and I need a giant like you to cover me up.” She—he said, and Chanyeol was already changing directions to Baekhyun’s house. He wouldn’t want those boys to look at Baekhyun that way right?

“Fine, fine. I’m on my way, I’ll be up in about… ten minutes or so?” after Chanyeol finished his statement the other line immediately hung up. Rude, but it was Baekhyun, so he wouldn’t mind.

After a few minutes of walking, Chanyeol finally arrived outside Baekhyun’s house. He texted Baekhyun as soon as he arrived and the other replied with a simple ‘K’. Well, Baekhyun will always be Baekhyun. Chanyeol checked the time and found out that they would actually be earlier today. After a few seconds Chanyeol could hear the door open, and when he turned around to face Baekhyu—Baekhee, he found out that he was actually stunning.

Thump-thump-thump. Chanyeol unknowingly held his heart, afraid that Baekhyun might hear it beating. Why was it beating this loud anyways? He looked at Baekhyun and observed his head to toe fashion.

                Of course his eyeliner was always intact and he could guess that there was foundation applied on his face. He wore a shoulder-length wig that falls perfectly on his shoulder, and bangs were also present, covering his forehead. Going down, he noticed that a pair of s that were absent yesterday was bulging on his school blouse, apart from that, his skirt were revealing a huge portion of his milky thighs, and it did make him look really y. Wait, what?! He shook his thoughts until he finally reached the bottom and found a pair of black doll shoes with a ribbon on it. And the over-all image looked really, really…

…beautiful.

“Earth to Chanyeol!!!” Baekhyun shouted waving a hand in front of Chanyeol’s face. “I know I look pretty but there’s no need to drool, really.” Baekhyun boasted and Chanyeol finally got back to Earth.

“Baek, stop being a narcissist.” That was all that Chanyeol could say, because he didn’t know what to, exactly. Besides, he couldn’t oppose on Baekhyun’s statement, for he was a pretty girl after all.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Chanyeol couldn’t stop staring at Baekhyun.

“What?” the shorter asked calmly, but insides melting from the stare Chanyeol was giving him.

Chanyeol, on the other hand was taken aback. He was caught staring again. “UH! Sorry, it’s just that… you wore make-up. Well, aside from the eyeliner you apply everyday.” He exhaled as he delivered his excuse.

“Well… my mom walked in on me trying the clothes! And then I told her about our deal and here’s what happened. She even gave me this wig.” He explained.

                The duo trudged on, not saying a word. It was getting really awkward, so Baekhyun decided to initiate a conversation.

“So… oppa… seriously… how do I look?” Baekhyun asks and looks expectantly to Chanyeol.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Chanyeol’s heart was beating strangely again. Maybe it’s because he can’t get used to the term ‘oppa’ coming from Baekhyun, since it sounds so sincere and comforting coming from him.

Chanyeol hesitates, “You look good Baekhee.” He chuckled nervously.

“Liar.” Baekhyun kept his disappointed face for himself. He laughed? Do I look ugly?

“I’m serious. You look good, Baekhyun. I really mean it.” He ruffles Baekhyun’s hair, receiving a glare from the other.

“YA! You do understand the concept of a wig? AISH! My head hurts with all that hairpins and all.” Baekhyun argues but nevertheless he was happy about the compliment, especially hearing his name with it.

Finally arriving at school, Baekhyun couldn’t help but hold onto Chanyeol’s arms. Everyone was eyeing him, head to toe. Some others winking at him, some others were laughing. Someone even spanked Baekhyun’s . And there they are, Chanyeol ready to punch the guy’s face, until Mrs. Jung caught them just in time.

“Tell me again why you’re dressed up as a girl, Mr. Byun? You just can’t go through a day without making a scene, can you?” Mrs. Jung shot a fiery glare to Baekhyun, and the latter kept on glancing anywhere than meeting their teacher’s eyes. Chanyeol could sense that Baekhyun was scared, embarrassed, to the least; so he decided to intervene.

“Uhm… Mrs. Jung…” he started, to which the teacher responded with a smile and a nod, telling him to go on. “It’s my fault.” He admitted, even though it was only partially his fault, for it was the other who suggested the deal anyways.

“How is it your fault, when you are dressed appropriately?” the teacher grabs his hand. The sworn best friends shiver at the contact.

Chanyeol immediately snatched his hand back. “Uhm… I proposed a deal and he kind of lost… so… he needs to dress up like this… for a week.” He explained and the teacher was still smiling at Chanyeol.

Ergh. Get your sticky look off of MY CHANYEOL! Baekhyun thought at the moment, shooting laser beams at Mrs. Jung’s acne. “So… are we off the hook?” Baekhyun asked to break the stare the other was was giving Chanyeol.

“I was not talking to you, Mr. Byun. But because Chanyeol was brave enough to admit he was at fault unlike someone I know,” she says, taunting Baekhyun more, “you are free to go. I allow you to dress like this for a week.” She didn’t even bother giving me a look and kept her eyes fixed on Chanyeol. Chanyeol shuffled in his seat.

“Uhm… one more thing Mrs. Jung…” he says.

“What is it, Chanyeollie?” she replied and there were shivers crawling on their spines once again.

How dare you call him Chanyeollie? You old woman! Baekhyun was fuming in anger but didn’t let it show.

“Can you pass this off as a punishment? Please tell the other teachers that it was your punishment, aside from cleaning the classroom. Please…?” Chanyeol gave his best in forming a puppy face. And the teacher thinks for a moment but nods anyway. Chanyeol stands up happily and hugs their teacher, receiving a glare from the back of his head. It was quite a long hug, and Baekhyun kept on pulling Chanyeol away from the terror teacher.

“Oppa… let’s go oppa… let’s go…” Baekhyun mutters but the teacher kept his grip on Chanyeol’s waist. “Oppa, let’s go!” Baekhyun finally shouted, and the teacher let go.