Title: This One's For You
Word Count: 2000
For three years, Chanyeol had watched people come and go in SM Entertainment. He would wake up to find his roommates suddenly gone, and his heart would jump in his chest because he was still there.
Whenever new trainees were accepted, whispers would fly around like buzzing moths, reaching everyone’s ears at some point or another. Last year, the induction of a boy named Huang Zitao seemed to increase both the circulation speed and the ridiculousness of these rumors by almost tenfold. Chanyeol hadn’t quite yet learned how to distinguish the truth from the Chinese boy’s wild imagination.
So when Zitao comes blabbering up to him about two new trainees, Chanyeol is wary.
“They’re definite shoo-ins for the new group,” Zitao breathes. His Korean is still awkward. “I heard Lee Soo Man has a roster written up now.”
Chanyeol looks up from his comic. “Last time, you told me Yixing was slated to join SHINee as a sixth member. Remember how well that went?”
Zitao scowls and blushs a pretty red. “I was close, wasn’t I? I mean, he was their backup dancer?”
“What’s your point?”
“I’m sure about this,” Zitao insists. “I’ve heard them sing. They’re as good as Kyungsoo.”
Chanyeol snorts and stands up. “Go find Kevin,” he says, ruffling his hair. He isn’t that much taller than the younger boy, but the height difference is enough to make his point.
“Wufan-ge’s gonna kill you if he hears you call him that,” Zitao huffs after Chanyeol’s departing figure.
Chanyeol had tried not to take Zitao seriously.
But somehow, this tiny piece of news stuck.
He’s in the middle of eating lunch when Joonmyun walks in with a small-framed boy. Chanyeol barely spares them a glance and goes back to his fruit salad.
“Chanyeol-ah, have you met Byun Baekhyun?” Joonmyun is beaming and pushes the boy forward. “He’s from Bucheon. You’re the same year!”
Stupid Joonmyun and his stupid blinding smile, Chanyeol thinks grumpily, and reluctantly looks up.
Byun Baekhyun has a very average face. Small, well-shaped mouth, flat nose, and tired looking eyes. Not unpleasant, but average. Baekhyun is also considerably shorter than him, Chanyeol notes. And skinny. Too skinny.
“Nice to meet you,” he says carefully. “I’m Park Chanyeol.”
“Hi,” says Baekhyun shyly. “So, ninety-two, huh?”
“Guess so,” Chanyeol says. Joonmyun is giving him an expectant look, so he sighs and adds, “Would you like me to show you around?"
Baekhyun looks at him curiously and says yes.
“What’s SM like?” Baekhyun asks him, in between spoonfuls of ice cream. His eyes are very bright. In them, Chanyeol can see the hopes that have not yet shattered. It’s been a such a while since he’s encountered a dreamer like this.
Chanyeol stares down into his sundae. “It’s tiring,” he says truthfully, because he doesn’t know how to lie. “It changes a lot of people.”
Baekhyun nods absently and sticks his spoon in his mouth. Chanyeol can tell that Baekhyun doesn’t get it. He smiles wistfully and thinks of Jongin, of all the ways the company hardened and stripped him of his playful laughter, forcing him instead into skin-revealing outfits and sultry eye makeup. Of Jino, whose bright smile deserved so much more than just a temporary role in a project group. Of Luhan, who even after one year became so thin and frail Chanyeol feels like he could knock him over by breathing.
Chanyeol looks at Baekhyun again, and tries to imagine him like this. It makes his head hurt, so he shoves more sundae in his mouth.
“I have to meet up with Jongdae in an hour,” Baekhyun says idly. “We’re going to get the official tour.”
“Don’t believe anything they tell you,” Chanyeol says wryly. “It’s a whole lot of bullshit. You’d be better off listening to me.”
Baekhyun looks shocked, and Chanyeol wonders if he had crossed a line. But then Baekhyun smiles, and he’s all too taken aback by how it lights up his face.
“Don’t worry,” he says, grinning, “I’ll make you give me the Chanyeol-version later.”
Chanyeol feels himself grinning back. He can’t help it.
Chanyeol turns over sleepily in his sheets, blinking his eyes blearily as Baekhyun’s excited face comes into focus.
“Chanyeol, let’s go out!” Baekhyun says, kneeling next to Chanyeol’s bed.
“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol hisses, sitting up straight. “How did you find my room?”
“I asked around,” he says dismissively, and Chanyeol suddenly notices that Baekhyun’s still fully dressed. He’s also wearing something that looks suspiciously like—
“Are you wearing eyeliner?”
Baekhyun grins sheepishly. “I let Dahye and the other girls put some on me. Come on, let’s go play.”
Chanyeol stares at him. “Are you kidding me,” he says. “It’s almost one in the morning.”
“So? Seoul doesn’t sleep. I want to see it at night.”
Chanyeol dips his face into his hands. “… You know, Bucheon isn’t really that different. I bet you five thousand won it looks almost exactly the same.”
Baekhyun’s lips curl into a pout, and in ten minutes, Chanyeol finds himself reluctantly zipping up his hoodie.
“You haven’t even been here for a week,” he says pointedly, pulling on his converse. “That’s gonna look really pathetic when they kick you out.”
Baekhyun smiles that infuriating smile again, the one that shows all of his teeth and pushes his cheeks up and makes Chanyeol’s stomach do a weird little flip, and Chanyeol decides that he really, really hates Baekhyun.
“Where were you last night, hyung,” Sehun asks accusingly the next morning.
Sehun is the same age as Jongin, but did not receive anywhere near the same amount of attention. Sehun is constantly seeking validation in others, and withdraws into a glum shell when he doesn’t find it.
“We went out,” Baekhyun says before Chanyeol can open his mouth. “Chanyeol showed me Seoul.”
Sehun blinks at him. “Out? But, hyung, that’s against dorm policy, isn’t it?”
“Technically, yes,” Chanyeol mumbles, but Baekhyun cuts him off again.
“How about if you come with us tonight?”
“No,” Chanyeol says at the same time that Sehun breathes, “Sure,” and it occurs to Chanyeol that he hasn’t seen Sehun look this excited in a long time.
He glares at Baekhyun, who smiles prettily back at him. Chanyeol sighs. “We’d better not get caught.”
“So whose bright idea was it to take a high schooler into a bar,” Chanyeol says, scowling.
Sehun, who has his arms slung over both of their shoulders, only responds with a strangled noise and retches again into the side of the street. Baekhyun rubs his back soothingly as disgusted passerby skirt around them.
“At least we didn’t get carded,” he says placidly, and Chanyeol can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or if Baekhyun’s eyes are brighter than usual. They’re both pretty good drinkers because neither of them are drunk in the slightest, whereas it took Sehun exactly one shot of soju to get him tipsy and spilling all his frustrated feelings about a certain doll-faced Chinese trainee.
“If we can cover this up, it’ll be a miracle,” Chanyeol mutters.
As chance would have it, a miracle in the form of Luhan meets them in the lobby of their dorm, motioning over for Sehun with a resigned expression.
“Hyung,” Sehun moans upon seeing Luhan and turns bright red.
“He’s pretty drunk,” Chanyeol comments dryly, watching Sehun attempt to hide his face in Baekhyun’s shoulder.
“And in love with you, apparently,” Baekhyun adds helpfully. Sehun wails into his collarbone.
Luhan looks very tired. “I know,” he says heavily. “Just give him to me. I won’t tell anyone.”
Baekhyun watches the older boy carry Sehun off thoughtfully. “Luhan-hyung doesn’t like him back, huh.”
Chanyeol snorts and turns to walk down the opposite hall towards his room. “Sehun’s had a crush on Luhan since last year. Pretty sure the feeling’s not mutual.”
Baekhyun skips along to keep up with him. “What would you do if you were Luhan?”
“Me? Dunno, probably break his heart. I’m not too good at this kind of thing.”
“Would you do that to me?”
Chanyeol pauses in the middle of unlocking his door and turns around. Baekhyun’s eyes are round and bright and expectant, and it’s definitely not just the alcohol. His lips are parted in that idiotic smile and his hair is a mess. He looks stupid. He looks beautiful.
And, suddenly, Baekhyun’s hands find his shoulders and Chanyeol’s mind goes blank when he kisses him. He barely has time to react when, all too soon, Baekhyun pulls away.
“Wha—what was that?” Chanyeol reaches up shakily to wipe his mouth.
Baekhyun is frustratingly undeterred. “Did you like it?” he asks smugly.
“That wasn’t the question—”
“But did you like it?”
Baekhyun blushes but leans in close. “I’m going to kiss you again.”
And so Chanyeol lets him. He lets Baekhyun push him up against his door, lets Baekhyun lace their fingers together. He doesn’t shove him away when Baekhyun pulls him down into kiss after kiss, doesn’t stop himself from pressing his hand against Baekhyun’s ribcage.
“Too skinny,” he mumbles into Baekhyun’s mouth. Baekhyun just laughs. Chanyeol almost punches him.
sadjhfas my first proper baekyeol fic omg /throws confetti
basically i love writing chanyeol like this: a little serious, not quite yet the crackaddict we know him as <:
SORRY TO HUNHAN SHIPPERS ;~; i promise you guys will get your own fic soon~ if i can get off my ass to finish it omg.
might do a sequel >< if you liked this i'd really appreciate a fic rec on tumblr ;~;
thanks for reading >w<