pairing/characters: probably soon!kris/chanyeol, the rest of exo k & m
rating: still PG-13
summary: the usual idol oppa/average high school boy fake engagement fic - unless you never read one, then i solely advise you to go and click the link above ahey.
author notes: ± 3, 200 words. i am fast, aren't i. cough.
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the aspirin does help chanyeol to have a knock out sleep. he’s thisclose to forget what happened as he busily rubs his eyes, but the sight of baekhyun sniffing next to him brings back the hellish frames after frames from last night’s incident.
his throat feels dry as he swallows.
kris, exo’s kris, tried to.
tried to.
chanyeol can’t even form the r word in his head at all. if he so much thinks about it; it will feel too real and he really, really doesn’t know what to do.
baekhyun is mumbling apologies in his sleep over and over again, his cheeks are damp from his tears. chanyeol wants to comfort/curse his best friend, but he can’t bear looking, let alone talking to baekhyun right now.
to say it’s baekhyun’s fault, well, most likely it is.
so chanyeol quietly slips off his bed and changes to a new pair of black skinny jeans. he goes to wash his face and brush his teeth. he sits at the toilet lid for a while, just staring blankly to the dolphin tiles. when he feels too suffocated all of a sudden, he speed walks to get out of his ‘palace’.
when he’s nearing the living room, he manages to hear a shushed conversation going on. he tiptoes and sits cross legged right in front of the sliding door; listening with his own loud heartbeats as the background music.
“...the manager, i’m begging you, park-sshi, to consider my solution.” ryeowook-sshi sounds tired. “it’s for kris, exo, and chanyeolla’s sake.”
chanyeol snorts at the brand new nickname from exo’s eccentric manager. but then he grimaces because he doesn’t want anyone to find out that he’s eavesdropping, but thankfully nobody seems to notice him. yet.
chanyeol willingly covers his mouth with his palm.
his appa sighs, and then silence.
“kris-sshi, tell me honestly. last night, if none of us had come barging in, would you stop whatever it was that you tried to do to my son, or would you just continue?” before kris can answer, chanyeol’s appa adds, “because i think i have a vague idea about it. my son can be quite confusing sometimes.”
kris clears his throat then he says with a full of regret tone, “i’d stop, park-sshi, i was too late to really understand that c-c-chanyeol didn’t mean anything sexual with his cuteness. i’d stop.”
another silence.
“i see,” chanyeol’s appa sighs. “but still, we have to tell my son about ryeowook-sshi’s plan. it’s his life too. i’m not going to decide it for him.”
“of course, park-sshi, but pardon my straightforwardness. maybe we can wake chanyeolla now? because,” ryeowook-sshi lets out a short laugh, “our ceo has been calling. our company is currently flooded by reporters who want answers, park-sshi. i hope for your understanding.”
“sure, let me fetch him.”
chanyeol is not quick enough to run back to his room, and as his appa jumps seeing him sitting by the door, he grins widely to cover up his nervousness. usually his appa falls for his maniacal grin and lets him get away with everything.
but his appa suddenly smiles and chanyeol wants to cry instead. he takes his appa’s calloused palm and holds on tightly as he enters the living room. there are kris, ryeowook-sshi, and his umma. he sits in between ryeowook-sshi and his appa.
“annyeong, chanyeollie~” the exo manager pinches his cheek. chanyeol pouts.
his appa laughs wholeheartedly at their interaction. his umma is still tight-lipped though, and kris won’t lift his head.
“what is it, appa?” chanyeol tries to be bright about the situation. he’s only seventeen. “umma?”
“listen to what ryeowook-sshi is going to tell you, alright?” his appa squeezes his hand, and chanyeol nods determinedly.
ryeowook-sshi smiles, looking a little bit miserable and hopeful and starts with a, “so. chanyeol-ah...”
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the elders leave chanyeol and kris to settle things down, or, to make sure they’re on their right minds before they agree to ryeowook-sshi’s plan.
chanyeol glances every now and then to the ever poker faced kris across the table.
(ryeowook-sshi’s plan goes like this:
kris will announce that he’s actually engaged to the boy on that photo (he just doesn’t want the public to know yet but one of his close friends post the photo online just for fun and no; he wasn’t trying to rape anyone), chanyeol will have to move to seoul for publicity purpose only, after six months kris will sadly announce that he and his lovable younger fiancee have separated ways, because you know how entertainment world works; the fans will forget it as time passes by!
and for the exchange, you will have a much, much better education. our company will pay for everything, we will give you monthly allowance, too. everything you need, you can have it because that’s the least that we can do if you agree to my plan, chanyeol-ah.)
chanyeol’s appa says that he and his umma think that that plan makes sense. for chanyeol, the plan makes sense, too, and plus; they’re betting on exo and kris’ future careers, really. why ruining it with one silly scandal when a seemingly make sense solution has been found?
and he’s only seventeen. basically, he wants everything.
this should be a win-win situation.
right?
“um,” chanyeol waves his hand to get kris’ attention, “um, kris-sshi?”
kris frowns when he meets chanyeol’s face.
“hi!” chanyeol grins, already used to kris’ limited facial expressions.
kris closes his eyes as if he’s facepalming (tumblr’s popular language).
“ummm...” chanyeol puffs his left cheek, annoyed by that reaction. “maybe you can try smiling at me more, you know? since i’m going to be your fiancee soon.” he grumbles, crossing his arms.
“what.” kris frowns even harder. “what did you just say?” he looks like he’s ready to strangle the nearest poor object, and chanyeol remembers that look when he first showed kris his room two nights ago. two nights ago, the nearest poor object was him; and now it’s also him.
so he raises his arms for a defense, and shrieks, “nonono ahahahaha i was just kidding! please don’t kill me!”
apparently, his voice attracts people; and soon his appa, umma, ryeowook-sshi, and joonmyun are running to the living room―all with horrified expressions and shouting,
“CHANYEOL ARE YOU OKAY!?” in unison.
kris looks like he’d rather have the earth swallowing him whole and never returns; and he’s literally doing the facepalming thingy right now. chanyeol just laughs sheepishly and doesn’t even whine at his appa’s hard poke to his head. well at least he agrees to ryeowook-sshi’s plan and they can thank him later!
“but why i have to move to seoul today! i thought―i thought it will take time, umma! i don’t want to go!”
everyone is quiet as chanyeol stomps like a giant baby after hearing that he needs to pack up his necessary things, because they have to get going in an hour; the rest of his belongings will be delivered the following day.
“umma! appa!” he snorts. “baekhyun-ah, why do i have to go now, baekhyun-ah!?”
baekhyun only takes a second to meet chanyeol’s eyes before he wails again and leans to a confused kyungsoo. kyungsoo pats his hair reluctantly.
chanyeol covers his face with his hands and lets out a long, dejected, scared, whine. somehow he can hear ryeowook-sshi’s giggle though, and he doesn’t even realize his eyes are watering when he glares at the frilly exo manager.
“ryeowook-sshi i don’t wanna go today! how about my friends! are you saying that i won’t see umma and appa and stupid baekhyun for six months starting tomorrow? how do you think i can cope with that, ryeowook-sshi!”
chanyeol can’t contain his emotion anymore; he sobs then, kneeling and hiding his face on the floor. he doesn’t want to leave, god, this is too sudden! how about jongdae!
that’s right. jongdae!
“i must go,” he mumbles and proceeds to run. his parents ask where the heck he’s going and then somebody is chasing him. but whatever; he has to see jongdae for the last time. this is serious business. it’s now or never.
chanyeol doesn’t look back to find out who is chasing him. he doesn’t even care about the sad fact that his face is a mess right now, snots and tears drying on his cheeks and nostrils. usually jongdae is at home at this time of the day. his lungs hurt when he stops into a halt in front of jongdae’s house. jongdae lives in a small, minimalistic, grey house and chanyeol easily jumps over the low gate and takes no time to throw white pebbles to jongdae’s closed window.
jongdae is his and baekhyun’s classmate.
jongdae has been invading chanyeol’s mind for a little while; jongdae with his melancholic eyes and warm smile. jongdae and his high pitched voice when he sings on stage next to chanyeol. jongdae and his manly jawline. jongdae and his everything.
“chanyeol-ah?” jongdae wears his glasses and chanyeol wonders why for the last three days that face never ever crosses his mind like, at all?
he still gets ‘the vibe’ when he sees jongdae smiling down at him though.
“are you okay?”
no. “of-of course!” chanyeol will cry for his lame stuttering later, but now, “listen, can i tell you something?”
jongdae nods, perching his elbows to the windowsill.
“i think i like you, jongdae-yah.” chanyeol blurts it out as a whisper. “um.” he wipes at his face. did he just say it? just like that?
“annyeong!” chanyeol can’t bear the humiliation and makes a u-turn and runs into a bush of roses, shrieking because his palms get scratched by the thorns. jongdae exclaims, and it seems like he’s running downstairs to check on chanyeol.
chanyeol doesn’t want that and so, ignoring the pain, he escapes and then he runs into...
kris.
chanyeol is about to shriek again but kris is quick to grab his arms and hides them behind a large cambodia tree about a couple of meters from jongdae’s house. kris presses his big palm on chanyeol’s sweat and snot decorated mouth, and he looks damn serious. a moment later jongdae is calling chanyeol’s name, and runs to the other side to search for him. when jongdae is out of sight, chanyeol slumps to the ground; sniffing and breathing shakily. his palms sting.
kris kneels in front of him, takes chanyeol’s wrists gently and from his jeans pocket he picks two plies of tissue. so the kris wufan brings tissues on his pocket? how...neat.
kris dabs on chanyeol’s scar as chanyeol bites his bottom lip to prevent embarrassing whimpers. done with his palms, kris uses the cleaner side of the tissues to wipe at chanyeol’s face.
he doesn’t say anything the whole time. and chanyeol doesn’t know whether to be grateful about it or sad.
“thank you,” he says and looks up and maybe this is why jongdae hasn’t been on his mind lately.
kris just stares at him and stands up. now chanyeol can see how fuzzy the idol’s hair is; a proof that he was the one chasing him.
chanyeol doesn’t want to assume anything so he follows suit, only to fall back again due to a sudden vertigo and technicolor effect behind his eyelids.
kris holds his lower back and asks what’s going on with his frowning face.
chanyeol laughs nervously, “heh heh. i didn’t eat last night. i haven’t had food at all this morning.” and now it’s nearing lunch time.
kris blinks at him and he nods, then he kneels again and offers his back.
“b-b-but―” but i like jongdae! “i-i’m. i’m heavy.”
“come on.” kris just says, looking at anywhere but chanyeol’s face. he still sounds so monotone but chanyeol speculates that he’s being a gentleman accepting his wrong doing and is willing to do anything to make it up for chanyeol.
chanyeol finds it sweet.
but as he settles on kris’ back, he smartly says, “that was jongdae. i like him so much.”
“okay.” kris answers, grunting as he adjusts his footing and stands up tall. chanyeol wraps his arms around kris’ neck and presses his face to kris’ bony shoulder, doesn’t really care about being modest because, surprise surprise, he’s so tired. his eyes are dropping with every steps that kris takes. he should’ve leading the way back to his parents’ hot spring and cottage location, but he can’t fight the sleepiness taking over him.
it feels like chanyeol has a very good nap until he hears kris speaking,
“...thank you...yes, chanyeol is with me...” a series of girly shocked gasps. “hm...oh that...conference later. i will be so grateful if you...support us. yes. what? you’re from chanyeol’s school?”
chanyeol jerks awake. he rubs his nose against the fabric of kris’ blue shirt. he calls for kris’ name and kris is shushing him to go back to sleep.
another series of girly shocked, cooing gasps.
“...thank you...direction...excuse us chanyeol needs his rest. what? nothing...he...goodbye to...dae. yes yes jongdae. thank you. have a good day.”
and then, chanyeol can recognize that voice whenever-wherever, sungjong from the eleventh grade yells out a, “we wish you a happy marriage, kris-sshi! take care of chanyeollie-hyung well okaaaaay?”
when chanyeol wakes up, his head is resting on a foreign lap and there are flashes of lights dancing on his face and eyes. he sits up straight and bumps his head to the van’s ceiling. joonmyun chuckles as he strokes chanyeol’s nape.
“you okay there?” he asks from his left. chanyeol looks to his right and minseok is smiling at him.
“i―” chanyeol shakes his head and slaps his cheeks to make his system works again. the two older boys are grimacing but they don’t ask anything.
“uh, where are we?” chanyeol sniffs.
“we’ll arrive at exo dorm in fifteen minutes.” joonmyun explains. then he adds with a softer tone, “your parents said you have to eat and study well.”
chanyeol closes his eyes. right. they took him to seoul when he was still asleep. they couldn’t waste time. chanyeol decides it’s better to surrender to his hunger than to mope about gangwon right now.
“can we have, what time is it, joonmyun-sshi?” he squints.
“call me hyung, okay? and it’s just a little bit after six. kris said you haven’t had any food. are you hungry?” is joonmyun god, chanyeol beams gratefully.
then joonmyun makes a phone call (ryeowook-sshi is on the other van with kris and yixing), and they go to the closest seafood restaurant.
“thanks, hyung.” chanyeol shyly thanks joonmyun, and the older boy just ruffles his hair.
ryeowook-sshi takes the quietest table and insists to sit next to chanyeol. he fusses over chanyeol’s choice of foods and reassures him that he doesn’t have to be shy to order anything he wants.
the problem is, they’re on a japanese restaurant and chanyeol has never been in one before.
he pretends to know what he's doing, because the waiter is already scribbling down exo members' orders on his blocknote. he's too hungry to explore japanese rich culinary anyway. finally, he orders a special bento box with iced mocha.
after waiting for about five minutes just fidgeting on his seat, he excuses himself to use the toilet. there, he gets into the furthest stall, locks it, and checks his iphone.
he has three missed calls from jongdae and one from baekhyun. they also texted him.
from: jongdaeeeee
Hey, Chan-ah. I just heard it. Congrats, I guess n_n
If you have time, call me, ok ?
chanyeol is thisclose to press the ‘call’ button but he bites his bottom lip and checks the text from baekhyun instead.
from: baek
Wangja im sorry you okay there
baekhyun attached a picture to his text. chanyeol closes his eyes as his iphone loads it.
it’s him. sleeping on kris’ back who wears a blue shirt. there’s a link to see more photos, and it’s linked to sungjong’s twitter page.
@kkapjong We saw how mch Kris EXO cared for Chany3ol-hyung!!!Your argument is invalid!!! KrisYeol cpl hwaiting!!! <3<3<3
chanyeol smiles and mutters a babo to his iphone’s screen. he sighs and turns it off, only to turn it on again the second he realizes he forgets the last time he talked to his parents.
his umma doesn’t pick up her phone. chanyeol tries his appa’s number.
“chanyeol-ah?” his appa picks up on the second ring. he sounds like he’s been waiting for his only son’s call.
“appa...” chanyeol grins, sighing in relief. “appa.”
his appa pauses, and then he says with so much emotion, “be strong, park chanyeol,” that chanyeol can’t help but to choke,
“i-i know.”
“good boy.”
“where’s umma? i-i want to talk to her.”
there’s rustling going on, and then his umma greets him with a hoarse voice. chanyeol tries laughing to lift up her mood.
she just snorts and says in a serious tone, “hurt his face if he tries to molest you again, aegi, face is idol’s biggest asset.”
“awww, umma!” chanyeol giggles. “that’s too much! i like my face too. i believe in karma.”
“you brat,” his umma cracks a laugh, finally. “go. don’t get homesick. i know my son can do it.”
chanyeol feels a new surge of intense strength and he vows to himself that he’s so not going to be a crybaby about everything.
he can do this.
“alright umma, i have to go now. pack my one piece manhwas pleaseee?” he grins as his umma scowls. “promise to pack my one piece manhwas and call me every weekend!”
“i hear you, aegi, now go. have you had dinner?” his umma pauses, “...appa says hello to minseok.”
“oh my god!” chanyeol howls as he gets out of the toilet stall. “oh my god appa!”
“chanyeol-ah?” speak of the devil, minseok is raising an eyebrow from the sink; he’s washing his hands. chanyeol grins and runs to give his iphone to the older boy and mouths an excited, ‘my appa wants to talk to you!!!’
minseok blinks and smiles as he greets chanyeol’s appa, and chanyeol is finally at ease.
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