Word count: 7,800+
Genre: college!AU, genderbent!Baekhyun (and Kyungsoo, and Zitao), romance, fluff, humor
Pairing: BaekYeol (side KaiSoo and TaoRis)
Summary: In which Baekhyun is really tsundere about how obsessed Chanyeol is with her, and after some time she realizes that she really doesn’t mind. In fact, she might even enjoy it.
A/N: Inspired by this glorious fanart done by someone who doesn’t even know I exist (until I asked and made sure it was okay to publish this). I don’t like writing high school!AU’s, so I made it a college!AU because I write those with great ease.
“My Baekhyunnie is the prettiest girl in the world~…”
Byun Baekhyun groaned at the sighed declaration from behind her and dropped her head onto her desk.
“Jongin, please get your pet monkey to shut the hell up,” she seethed, her fists clenching and unclenching in the fabric of her skirt.
“Why do you want him to shut up when he’s singing your praises? I thought girls were supposed to eat this mushy shit up?” Kim Jongin asked with a quirked eyebrow, turning his lovestricken gaze that could curdle milk away from his girlfriend, Do Kyungsoo.
“Jongin, that’s not nice-” Kyungsoo tried to say, but her soft voice was quickly cut off and drowned out by Baekhyun.
“Well excuse me for not being too big on having a golden retriever following me around campus!” She snapped, still ignoring the university’s infamous “Happy Virus” who had been enamored with her since they had their first class together their freshman year of college.
She felt something nudging the end of her side ponytail and stiffened, whipping her head around to glare at said ‘golden retriever’. “Park Chanyeol, stop touching my hair!” She ordered, her cheeks starting to flush red with anger.
“But it’s so cute…” Chanyeol cooed as he continued to stare at her hair with stars in his eyes.
“Ugh, what is wrong with you?” She shrieked as she stood up and put her hands on her hips, her nose crinkling from her angry glare. “You’re always annoying, but you’re even worse today!” Without giving him a chance to respond she grabbed her backpack and began storming out of the room.
“Baekhyun-unnie, where are you going -” Kyungsoo began to ask while sitting up from Jongin’s lap, but Baekhyun gestured for her to stay where she was.
“I just have some work to do for my music composition class,” she huffed as she left. There was a moment of silence before the sound of a chair squeaking across the floor echoed in the room, making the handful of people present wince.
“Chanyeol, I don’t think she wants to talk to you,” Jongin sighed as Chanyeol flailed as he stood up, scrambling to shove his things into his bag.
“We don’t have to talk,” He declared with his twitchy grin before taking off after Baekhyun.
“Baekhyun! Baekhyun-ah! Yah, Baekhyun!” Baekhyun groaned and rolled her eyes and tried to speed up her walking and lengthen her strides, but Chanyeol’s legs were much longer than hers so he caught up to her anyways. She huffed and tried to walk faster but he pivoted and was suddenly standing in front of her, causing her to collide with his chest; she let out a small squeak of surprise and nearly went tumbling backwards, but lanky arms wound around her shoulders and pulled her upright again, cradling her against a surprisingly firm chest. “Are you okay?” Chanyeol asked her in the softest tone he had ever used in her presence, his smile gentle and eyes glowing with affection.
“I-I was fine, until you startled me!” She accused while pushing away from him and crouching down to pick up her backpack. “What do you want, Chanyeol?” She glared at him as she clutched her backpack against her chest.
“Same thing I’ve wanted since I met you,” he said with his trademark grin. “I want you to go out on a date with me.”
“You’ve been asking me to go out with you for over two years, you still haven’t stopped?” She scoffed and started walking passed him, glowering when she heard his sneakers squeaking after her in the empty hallway.
“I’ll never stop!” He declared proudly, still trotting after her. “But why won’t Baekhyunnie say yes~?” Baekhyun groaned at his childish antics and rolled her eyes.
“You never take anything seriously!” She snapped over her shoulder while pushing the doors to their academic building open and hopping down the steps. “As much as I appreciate a sense of humor like any girl, you act like everything is a joke! I want to date someone who actually cares about me, but you’re always acting so childish I don’t know if you actually like me or if you’ll just obsess over me until I say yes and then you’ll get sick of me – like trying to get me to date you is a game or something!” The heavy footsteps plodding after her seemed to stop after that and after a few moments of no response from Chanyeol she glanced over her shoulder and was disappointed to see Chanyeol’s fading form as he walked in the opposite direction from her with his hands shoved in his pockets.
“You see what I mean?” She whispered as she turned her head forward again and kept walking to her apartment. “It’s obvious that you don’t actually care about me.”
“Hyung.” Kris Wu looked up from the book in his hands and quirked an eyebrow at Chanyeol standing over him with the expression of a kicked puppy.
“Chanyeol…” Kris began to say, slightly weirded out by the likeliness between Chanyeol and a small dog. “Is everything okay?”
“No!” Chanyeol wailed the next moment before flopping down into the seat beside Kris. “Baekhyun won’t go out with me!”
“The tiny brunette you’ve been lusting after since you were a freshman?” Kris deadpanned while opening the book again.
“I haven’t been lusting after her,” Chanyeol groaned while slumping backwards, “I just think she’s really pretty when she smiles and super-cute when she’s mad.”
“Why do you still insist on pursuing her when she’s been turning you down every time you ask for the past two years?” Kris droned before looking up at Chanyeol again with a more curious expression.
“A lot of reasons,” Chanyeol sighed before rolling his head to the side and looking at Kris with wide, imploring eyes. “Hyung, teach me how to be serious.”
“Baekhyun said she likes guys who know how to take things seriously!” Chanyeol declared with his usual energy as he sat up straight and leaned close enough to Kris that he was clearly invading his personal space. “And you don’t know how to have a good time because you always take things so seriously!” Kris’ left eye starting twitching in irritation and he sighed, moving one of his hands to massage the bridge of his nose.
“Chanyeol, I don’t think you can do serious.”
“Yes I can!” Chanyeol objected with an indignant whine.
“And you think I can teach you?” Kris asked with a derisive snort.
“Yes!” After a few moments of awkward silence Kris looked up from his book and jolted in surprise when he saw Chanyeol leaning even closer with an unblinking stare. “Teach me,” he whispered. Kris shivered, obviously creeped out, and sighed.
“Alright, fine, I’ll try -”
“If.” Chanyeol froze in his mid ‘woop’-pose and looked at Kris, who was watching him with a smirk, “If you can get Huang Zitao to talk to me.” Chanyeol started going through all of the Chinese people he knew and his thoughts immediately zoned in on the tall and kinda-pretty (no one is as pretty as his Baekhyunnie) Chinese exchange student who followed Baekhyun around like a lost puppy.
“The Chinese girl who follows Baekhyun around?” He voiced (a variation of) of his thoughts out loud for confirmation, and Kris nodded. “But… she’s Baekhyun’s friend.”
“And the way to every girl is through her friends,” Kris declared sagely.
“Why don’t you talk to her? It’s obvious that she’s painfully shy,” Chanyeol pointed out while jabbing Kris’ shoulder with his finger.
“Because if I talk to her then I’ll scare her away – but you’re nice and easy to talk to, even with your twitchy eyes.” Chanyeol attempted to glare at Kris, but instead he only made himself look crosseyed and constipated; Kris remained intentionally oblivious.
“He’s so annoying!” Baekhyun wailed into her pillow, flailing her arms and legs around her as she screamed into the stuffed fabric.
“Jiejie…” Zitao began to say slowly from where she sat at Baekhyun’s desk, “Perhaps you are being too hard on him? He does seem to like you.” Baekhyun froze and after a few moments of laying still on her bed she pushed herself up onto her elbows to pin Zitao with a look.
“Chanyeol doesn’t like me,” Baekhyun insisted, “he just thinks it’s fun to mess with me. As soon as I give him a chance he’s going to lose interest.”
“But… I thought that is what you want?” Zitao asked after a few moments of contemplation, “For him to leave you alone?” Baekhyun felt like she had been punched in the gut and flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling of her cramped apartment.
“I… I think so…” she mumbled, suddenly dazed at the idea. Zitao ended up leaving Baekhyun’s apartment a few minutes later, citing a homework assignment that she needed to focus on; Baekhyun closed the door behind her friend and leaned her back against it, slowly sliding to the floor as she let out a sigh. “Do I want him to leave me alone?” She mumbled as she pulled her legs up to her chest and folded her arms over her knees as a place to rest her chin.
“Excuse me?” Zitao jumped and looked up from her homework assignment on the library table, blinking at the tall boy who was absolutely towering over her; when she stood up to bow after she recognized him as Park Chanyeol, the boy Baekhyun was always complaining about.
“Can I help you?” She asked, folding her hands in front of her stomach and watching him expectantly. Chanyeol paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and then launching into a slew of Korean that was coming at Zitao too fast for her to understand. She tried to gesture for Chanyeol to stop or slow down his speaking, but he wasn’t meeting her eyes and was shifting nervously so he couldn’t see her expression of obvious panic.
He spoke rapidly for almost five minutes before his speech came to a (metaphorical) screeching halt and he took in a deep breath before letting out slowly enough for Zitao to understand, “Can you help me?”
He then proceeded to stare at her with begging eyes, but Zitao could only stare at him helplessly.
“I… I am sorry…” She apologized carefully and then explained, “But I do not understand.” He looked at a loss for words and like he was about to cry, and Zitao began to panic, shaking her head quickly. “You speak too fast, so I do not understand!” She explained while wringing her hands. “My Korean is not good, please speak slower.” Chanyeol’s eyes lit up with understanding and his blinding smile returned.
“My name is Park Chanyeol and I’m in love with your friend Baekhyun!” Chanyeol declared with a smile so bright Zitao was nearly blinded; and when his smile didn’t shock her, his random declaration did.
“… Are… you sure?” She asked while wincing, and her heart went out to Chanyeol when his expression visibly deflated and his shoulders fell.
“Yes,” he huffed with a pout. “But she doesn’t like me – she says that I’m not serious enough. So, I asked my friend Kris to teach me how to be serious,” Chanyeol began to explain, much slower this time. “But he likes you and is worried that his eyebrows will scare you away, so he wanted me to talk to you for him!”
“His… eyebrows…?” Zitao repeated with a confused look, and Chanyeol pointed at his eyebrows; her face lit up with recognition and she nodded.
“So… this friend of yours will teach you how to be serious so that you can talk to Baekhyun if I talk to him? But I do not know him.”
“I would think all of the Chinese kids new each other,” Chanyeol hummed to himself.
“He is Chinese?” Chanyeol nodded at her question and pressed his lips together in thought.
“I think his Chinese name is something like Wu Yuhan? Yisheng…?”
“Yifan?” Zitao perked up and her voice squeaked; Chanyeol directed his attention back to her and saw a look of complete joy and ecstasy on her face, her pale cheeks flushed pink as her eyes twinkled. “Wu Yifan?”
“Yup, sounds like it,” Chanyeol confirmed with a nod, and Zitao’s lips pressed together as a restrained squealing noise came from the back of her throat. “Are you… alright?”
“You said he likes me?” She breathed, stepping closer to him with her hands clasped in front of her chest as she looked up at him with glittering eyes and a wide smile. “Wu Yifan likes me?” Chanyeol found himself nodding slowly and she let out another squeaking sound as she whirled around and proceeded to shove all of her books into her backpack. “Where is he?” She interrogated, albeit with a smile still on her face.
“The weather is nice, so he’s probably reading on the bench outside of the Coffee Tree Café -” Chanyeol began to say, and then Zitao was gone – racing out of the library while giggling uncontrollably, her long, dark hair fluttering after her.
At a loss for what to do, he simply sighed and decided to go to his next class; even though it didn’t start for another hour. But after he reached the building his class was in and took a seat on one of the benches in the hall, his phone went off in his pocket. With a sigh he answered it and saw that it was a text message from Kris with a picture of him and Zitao attached.
Your lessons on being serious start tomorrow.
Baekhyun was concerned for Park Chanyeol, and that was something so strange to her that it was difficult for her to really believe it at first.
He hadn’t shown up for their shared class for two weeks, and she was getting really worried. Ever since they were freshman, they had always shared at least three classes every semester due to the school’s core program that was required for all students, regardless of their major. And now that they had finished the core program after their first two years, the number of classes they had together would dwindle.
So it was strange enough having only one class with Chanyeol, and even stranger when he randomly stopped showing up.
Baekhyun would have thought that Chanyeol’s absence from her life would have been relieving, but instead she found it even more difficult to focus; she missed the warmth he seemed to radiate from the seat behind her, and the sound of his deep voice as he mumbled his notes to himself during pauses in the teacher’s lecture. She found herself intentionally listening for the scratching of his pencil and at the beginning and end of class staring blankly at the desk he usually sat in.
“Wondering where Chanyeol is?” Jongin asked while sliding into the vacant seat to grin at her. Baekhyun stiffened and glared at Jongin, whipping around in her chair to face the front of the room.
“No!” She responded indignantly, clasping her hands on her desk.
“He’s been showing up during the other class block that’s on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Jongin told her anyways. Baekhyun felt her lips twitching with her urge to speak and groaned when she finally gave in.
“Why the hell is he doing that?” She whirled around again to pin Jongin with her glare, hoping it would prompt him to respond faster.
“So that he doesn’t lose credit for not showing up for this class, duh,” the boy started inspecting his nails with a smirk, irritating Baekhyun to no end.
“And why isn’t he showing up for this class?” She seethed, her nails digging into the back of her chair as she clutched onto it tightly.
“Why? Do you miss him?” Jongin asked with a leer and knowing glint in his eye that Baekhyun did not like one bit.
“I just want to know why he isn’t here! Why is it such a big deal for him to show up for this class?” She stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms.
“It’s because he doesn’t want to see you.”
Baekhyun gasped softly as a shooting pain went through her chest, like a crack had suddenly appeared and broken it in half, and left a dull ache in her chest that throbbed painfully and made it difficult to breathe.
“Oh,” she whispered as she turned around and picked up her pencil, staring intently at her blank notebook, “okay.”
“Is the professor not here yet?” Kyungsoo mumbled as she walked into the room and glanced confusedly at Jongin in Chanyeol’s (old) desk before sitting down next to Baekhyun. “Baekhyun-unnie? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” She declared, looking up at Kyungsoo and forcing a smile, despite the sudden thickness in her throat. “Just-just ready for class to start!”
“But you hate this class, you always say that it just sucks time away from your piano practice and studying for your music theory courses,” Kyungsoo pointed out, leaning closer to Baekhyun and pressing the back of her hand against the older girl’s forehead. “Unnie, are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine, Kyungsoo-ah,” Baekhyun bit out with a heavily forced smile, gently batting Kyungsoo’s hand away. “I’m fine.”
I’m just trying to accept the fact that I was right about Chanyeol, darted through her mind as the professor walked in.
“Chanyeol-gege, are you sure that it is right for you to avoid Baekhyun-jiejie while you are doing this?” Zitao asked from her seat on Yifan’s bed while Chanyeol practiced his serious expression the mirror while Yifan sat at his desk and worked. “I mean, she might get the wrong idea -”
“It’ll be worth it when she sees how serious I am about her,” Chanyeol said with a definitive nod, his mouth set in a grim line. “And what did I tell you about speaking so formally? You can be casual with me.”
“My Korean is not good,” Tao stated again before fidgeting on the edge of Yifan’s bed. “And I am worried that you will show up after not speaking to her and she will be angry at you. And she will realize that she does not like the change you are making, even if it is for her.”
“You must not understand the things I’m willing to do for her,” Chanyeol poked his head out of the bathroom so that Zitao can see his sad smile. “I just want her to give me a chance, and if I have to perfect being serious only to go back to being my usual self a few minutes later, then I’ll do just that.”
“I hope that jiejie gives you a chance after you have not spoken to her for weeks,” Zitao huffed as she flopped over on Yifan’s bed, staring at the seated form of her boyfriend less than two feet away. “Have you tried convincing him that avoiding her is really stupid?” She asked Yifan, switching to Chinese.
“Once Chanyeol has made a decision he sticks with it,” Yifan responded while twirling his pencil around his fingers. “No matter how much you argue with him he’s going to keep doing what he’s doing until it either works or blows up in his face.”
“I can’t tell if that’s admirable or stupid.”
“Neither can I.”
“Are you guys talking about me?” Chanyeol whined from the bathroom. “Speak Korean, it’s rude to talk about me when I’m right here and can’t understand!”
Baekhyun sighed as she left the music building, her hands still sore from her hours of tireless practicing. I can’t wait to get home and sleep, she thought as she began her trek from the music building to her apartment. It had been a full three weeks since she last saw Chanyeol, and in the week since Jongin told her it was because he didn’t want to see her Baekhyun had been struggling; it was more difficult to focus, she couldn’t sleep very well at night, and all of her sheet music all seemed to blend together.
Baekhyun didn’t know what made her hate herself more: that she was so affected by Chanyeol just giving up on her so quickly, how affected she was overall, or the fact that it seemed so easy for the boy to just give up.
Thoughts of Chanyeol and how he had pursued her for two years only to cease in less than a few days bothered her constantly, and she always mulled over it helplessly as she walked back to her apartment – but nearly shrieked in alarm when she felt someone grab her arm. She compulsively threw her other arm out in sync with her knee and struck her assailant in his chest and thigh simultaneously, making him let go of her with a groan of pain and sink to his knees while clutching onto the struck areas.
Baekhyun was about to turn and run away when she recognized the guitar case strapped to the man’s back and the mop of curly brown hair.
“Chanyeol?” She shrieked in the darkness of the empty campus. She could see him wincing in the light of the streetlamp as he looked up at her.
“You hit hard,” he groaned.
“That’s what you get for sneaking up on me!” She snarled, fixing her hands on her hips. “And honestly, I would have hit you if you hadn’t snuck up on me! Where have you been?” She started tapping her foot irritably as Chanyeol groaned pathetically while he stood up carefully; she scoffed and rolled her eyes seizing his arm and slowly helping him stand. “Come on, I have some ice packs back at my apartment,” she grumbled.
“Thanks,” he sighed with a pained smile.
“I’m the one who hurt you – and don’t thank me until you’ve explained where the hell you’ve been.”
“Did you miss me?” Chanyeol asked with ear-to-ear grin that normally irritated Baekhyun, but at that moment it relieved her. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the oversized dope until he was weakly stumbling along beside her – but there was no way she was going to admit that to him, so she remained silent during their trek to her apartment.
“Lay down, I have multiple ice packs,” she ordered as soon as they were inside her cramped apartment and had kicked their shoes off.
“Inviting me to your bed already? Scandalous,” Chanyeol chuckled as he set his guitar case down at the edge of the bed and slowly reclined on the mattress, wincing a little bit.
“God, I didn’t even hit you that hard,” she scoffed while rolling her eyes, trying to hide her small blush.
“Then you don’t know how hard you hit,” Chanyeol told her with a playful smile as he sat up and leaned against the wall at the head of her bed.
“Whatever, just tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” she demanded as she slid onto the bed next to him and dropped one of the ice packs she prepared onto his thigh and pressed the other against the spot on his chest she hit.
“You said that you couldn’t like me because I’m not serious enough,” he reminded her.
“And what does that have to do with you avoiding me -” she froze and her cheeks started heating up when Chanyeol raised his left hand and pressed his pointer finger against her lips to silence her. The silence in her tiny apartment was palpable, and Chanyeol stared at her with an indescribable expression as he raised his right hand and gently placed it on top of the hand that Baekhyun was using to hold the ice pack against his chest.
“I’ve been trying to figure out how to be serious, so that I can prove to you how much I like you,” Chanyeol explained with a small smile as his cheeks started to turn pink. “I haven’t smiled creepily or laughed too loud since I saw you again, did you notice?” Baekhyun didn’t have the heart to tell him that she had – and that she didn’t like it.
“And why did you have to avoid me in the process, stupid?” She snapped as she swatted his finger away from her lips and tried to pull her hand away, but Chanyeol instead slipped his hand behind her head and pulled her closer until she straddling his waist, their sudden movement knocking the ice pack on his thigh away and Baekhyun’s subsequent struggle kicking it off of the bed. “Chanyeol, what are you doing -”
“Byun Baekhyun is the prettiest girl in the world,” Chanyeol sighed as he rested his forehead on top of her head once she was sitting in his lap and pressed against his chest, left hand still pinned to his chest over the ice pack. “And I knew that if I saw her even once, her prettiness would knock me stupid and I would forget everything that I was practicing.”
“Stupid,” she mumbled as she curled her legs closer, seemingly pressing herself deeper into Chanyeol’s arms, “Kim Jongin said that you didn’t want to see me.”
“Now that’s stupid,” Chanyeol declared with a snort, followed by, “because I want to see you every day.”
“You would get sick of me if you saw me every day,” Baekhyun chuckled, albeit a sense of relief was slowly washing over her and relieving the tension she hadn’t realized had been weighing down her shoulders.
“No,” Chanyeol sighed, his heavy breath slightly ruffling her hair as his left hand came up to play with it, since she had left it down for the first time in a long while; and for the first time since they met, she actually closed her eyes and relaxed, letting him play with her hair. “Baekhyun, seeing your face always makes my day – whether you’re smiling or scowling.”
“I’m not pretty when I’m scowling,” she scoffed.
“You’re right,” he chuckled, the deep rumbles in his chest sending chills down Baekhyun’s spine, “your scowling makes you look sexy.” She swallowed nervously when he pressed a feather-light kiss against her hairline.
“This is really weird,” she mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut. “You’ve never acted like this before.”
“Do you like it when I act like this?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. After a few moments of silence she tilted her head back so that she was looking closer at his jawline; he picked up on her move and tilted his head away so that he could meet her eyes. “You’re really willing to change yourself for me?” She asked, her heart flipping at his careful nod. “Why?”
“If changing is what I need to do to get you to notice that my feelings are true and accept them, then that’s what I’ll do,” he told her with another affectionate smile.
“Y-Yeol…” she stuttered, her cheeks starting to turn bright red. His lips twitched and his smile grew a little bit wider – not as big as his usual smile, albeit bigger than the smaller smiles he had been using.
“You called me Yeol,” he whispered, clearly holding himself back from smiling too big.
“Don’t do that anymore,” she told him after swallowing nervously, her hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack against his chest twitching where it was pinned against him. He seemed to notice and pulled away just enough that she could move her arm and lift her hand to poke his cheek, trying to quell the rising blush in her cheeks. “I get it, you’re serious about me – now stop trying to hide your smile.” She averted her eyes and moved her hand away, not knowing what else to do with it than let it hover in the air over his shoulder, “I don’t like it.”
Chanyeol was silent for a few moments, and Baekhyun’s heart was thundering in her chest uncomfortably as she waited for him to respond.
“Baekhyunnie~,” he cooed after a few moments, moving his hand from her hair to take the one hovering over his shoulder and lace their fingers together. “You’re so cute when you blush.” This compliment only made her blush harder and try to pull both of her hands out of his grip to hide her face, but he just held her hands tighter and nudged her cheek with his nose to get her to look at him, chuckling again at the mortified look on her face and her beet red blush that covered her whole face and even spread into a lovely flush on her neck. She felt herself sinking into his lap like she sometimes did in her desk when she was embarrassed, but he just chuckled more and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
Baekhyun was struck dumb and froze; she didn’t mind the way Chanyeol was holding her hands in a position that was a little bit uncomfortable or that the icepack that had been pressed against his chest was now abandoned on the floor. Instead she found it difficult to breathe and could only stare up at Chanyeol in shock as he continued to smile and pressed another kiss against her temple. His lips lingered there for a moment and Baekhyun found herself enjoying the way his lips felt and how warm he was; so she stopped struggling and tried to calm her erratic breathing as Chanyeol let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist to cradle her against him better and pull her closer to press a kiss against her other temple.
“Chanyeol…” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as Chanyeol pressed another tender kiss against the tip of her nose. “Chanyeol, I…” She opened her eyes just a little bit and saw one of his big ears and short black hair, styled into a fauxhawk that she used to hate, in her line of sight as she felt his lips brush against her cheek. He pulled away just enough that she could see him looking at her with wide, imploring, puppy-like eyes.
“Can I kiss you, Baekhyun?” He asked, and his eyes showed so much insecurity that Baekhyun couldn’t resist throwing her arms around his shoulders and pulling him towards her to press her lips against his.
The kiss was sloppy and wet from the angle that their mouths met at, and by accident there was a little bit too much teeth and saliva; but when Baekhyun pulled away with a shy smile and her hands on Chanyeol’s chest, the grin that lit up his entire face was enough to convince her that it didn’t really matter.
“I didn’t even have a chance to show you how serious I was,” he said with a pout that made her giggle.
“I think you already proved that, Channie,” she said with a faint blush.
“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Chanyeol asked, perking up and looking at her in his lap with his old grin – twitchy eye and everything. She couldn’t resist her laugh before she nodded, squeaking when he let out a restrained whooping noise and pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her hair. She couldn’t help but chuckle again and nuzzle her face against his chest while curling her hands into the fabric of his shirt. “I still want to show you,” he told her after a few moments with a grin, gently nudging her so that she was sitting next to him on the bed.
“Show me what?” She asked with wide, curious eyes as he crawled to the end of his bed to his guitar case.
“I’ve been practicing this really hard,” he told her while flipping the case open and pulling out an acoustic guitar, then hopping back on his butt a few times so that he was sitting in the center of her bed before patting the space in front of him. Once she had scooted in front of him and sat with her legs crossed he cleared his throat nervously and stared intently at the neck of his guitar, tapping a few strings on the fret board. “I’m still not very good,” he declared after he strummed absently a few times, then cleared his throat. Baekhyun waited patiently, giggling when he took a deep breath and opened his mouth before he stopped. “And I’ve heard you sing before, and my voice is nowhere near as nice as yours -”
“Chanyeol, just play,” she cut him off. He looked intently at her before he took a deep, shaky breath and started plucking at the strings carefully for a few moments until he got his nerves together and started playing more confidently. Baekhyun smiled and started swaying a little to the tune, freezing when he started singing.
His singing voice was a deep baritone that was as husky as his regular speaking voice, and the sound of it honestly sent pleasurable chills down Baekhyun’s spine. He couldn’t meet her eyes and was staring intently at his guitar as he sang, and his slight wince whenever he sang an off-note or plucked the wrong string on his guitar was noticeable. All the same, Baekhyun was on the verge of tears by the end of the song and was watching Chanyeol with a watery smile by the time the song came to a slow halt and he was looking up at her.
He must have recognized that she was about to cry and hurriedly pushed his guitar away, mumbling, “Was it that bad?” She let out a squeaky laugh and reached out to grab the front of his shirt, harshly yanking him towards her so that he collapsed on top of her, effectively pinning her to the bed with his body weight. “Baekhyun, what’re you – mmf!” He was silenced by Baekhyun grabbing his head and pulling his face down to press her mouth against his another time while wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He struggled for only a few seconds before letting out a low moan as Baekhyun nipped at his lip while she pulled away.
“No guy has ever done anything like this for me before,” she whispered against his mouth, still smiling.
“Will this happen every time I serenade you?” He asked with a playful grin while propping himself up on his forearms so that he wasn’t practically crushing her torso.
“Probably,” she answered with another giggle before kissing him again.
“I still can’t believe it.” Baekhyun rolled her eyes and remained focused on her notes from the previous class period, leaning in front of Chanyeol to compare them to his. “I mean, less than three weeks ago you were angsting because he wasn’t talking to you, and he was avoiding you for some stupid reason -”
“Shut up, Jongin,” Chanyeol responded with an airy sigh as he continued to watch Baekhyun comparing their notes.
“I think it’s cute,” Kyungsoo giggled, completely indifferent to how Chanyeol had taken the desk she usually sat in so that he could be next to Baekhyun.
“Aren’t you annoyed by him, even a little bit?” Jongin was incredulous by the turn of events between the new couple, leaning across his desk to poke Chanyeol in the back of his head. The taller male only swatted his hand away and continued watching Baekhyun in a way that was so sickeningly adorable you could practically see the hearts in his eyes.
“Chanyeol, what the heck does this say? I swear to God, I’m surprised I’ve managed to decipher your notes this far with your chicken-scratch,” Baekhyun huffed as she pointed at a line on Chanyeol’s notes.
“You’ve got to admit, things haven’t changed that much,” Kyungsoo whispered to Jongin as Chanyeol explained his notes to Baekhyun in a quiet voice so she had to lean closer to him to hear.
“Yeah, but we’d better not point that out,” Jongin agreed with a snicker.
“I don’t see why you think I’m pretty.” Chanyeol opened his eyes and tried to lift his head enough to see Baekhyun’s face, but she was curled up against his side with her cheek pressed against his chest; as a result, he could only see the top of her head.
“What are you talking about?” He asked with a frown. “Baekhyun, you’re beautiful.”
“Sometimes…” She shifted a little bit and he felt her curling closer against him. “Sometimes I don’t feel that way about myself.”
“Baek… what brought this on?” He concern was obvious in his tone as he began gently running his fingers through her hair.
“… One of the girls in chorus told me that I look like boy,” she admitted after a few moments of silence. The second the words were out of her mouth Chanyeol burst into a fit of guffaws, making her shoot up on her bed and glare down at him as he flailed on her bed.
“Baek, that’s ridiculous!” He snorted with his twitchy grin once he finally calmed down enough to speak. Baekhyun was already sitting with her arms crossed and facing the opposite wall, glowering without responding to him. “Aw, Baekhyun…” Chanyeol cooed, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Baekhyun’s shoulders from behind, nuzzling his face into her hair. “How on earth do you look like a boy?” He couldn’t hold back his smile as he whispered his question into her hair.
There was a beat of silence from Baekhyun before she turned her head and Chanyeol merely had a glimpse of her smirk and the mischievous glint in her eye before he felt dainty palms on his chest, shoving him down onto the mattress. He blinked and felt a weight settling on his pelvis seconds later; his throat went dry when he saw Baekhyun straddling his waist with a small smirk as she began tracing random shapes on his chest.
“Look,” she began to say, raising herself off of his waist enough to drag her hands down her thighs. “She said that my legs look too skinny and bony for a girl.” Chanyeol’s mouth had gone dry and he could only stare at Baekhyun in shock, whimpering a little bit when she dropped back down onto his pelvis with more force than necessary. “And here -” Chanyeol made a gurgling sound as she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head in a fluid movement, “-she also said that I’m really flat-chested, like a boy.” Baekhyun gestured at her breasts with a pout before trailing her dainty fingertips to her bra straps, carefully pushing them aside and stroking her shoulders, “And she said that my shoulders are really square and broad.” Baekhyun dropped her hands to Chanyeol’s stomach and pouted.
“I really don’t care about that,” Chanyeol rasped as he slid his hands up Baekhyun’s thighs, giving them a light squeeze. “Can I tell you something?” Baekhyun hummed in confirmation and raised her eyes to meet his half-lidded gaze. Chanyeol let out a low, rumbling noise from his chest that vibrated through Baekhyun’s body before settling down and curling in her lower belly, his large hands clamping down on her hips; she let out a squeak that was followed by a giggle when Chanyeol effortlessly flipped them over, effectively pinning her to the bed. “You’re a little minx, you know that?” He growled in her ear as he dragged his hands down her sides, caressing her hips and thighs. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Is it working?” She whispered, blinking her eyes innocently.
“You aren’t that insecure about your body, are you?” He asked with a smirk before kissing her languidly, slipping his arms around her waist to lift her torso off of the bed to pull her closer. When he pulled away she didn’t respond immediately, and he saw the way her lips twisted into a bit of a grimace. “You… are…?”
“I do think that my shoulders are a bit too square,” she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably without paying any mind to how her hips shifted against Chanyeol’s and the way he stiffened in response. “And my legs are kind of bony – and I know that my breasts are too small.”
“Now that’s bullshit,” he rasped as he rolled his hips against her, eliciting a small gasp from her when she finally realized his hardening length in his pants pressing against her clothed heat. “Let me tell you something, Byun Baekhyun,” he whispered with his lips pressed against her ear, his large hands sliding up her back to fumble with her bra. “I think your breasts are… wait… your breasts are… dammit.” The moment died as Chanyeol huffed against her neck, his hands fumbling with the clasp on her bra.
“Do you… need some help?” She asked, trying to hold back her giggles.
“No, I’ve got this.”
“See, we were having such a sexy moment, too.”
“Give me a second and we can go back to being sexy – I just need to get this damn thing off.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have worn a bra,” she mused as she felt Chanyeol’s calloused fingertips rubbing against her back as he fumbled with the clasps that were much smaller than his hands.
“Do you usually not?” He asked with a tone so amicable it was like he wasn’t in the middle of struggling to get her bra off.
“I told you my boobs are too small – sometimes I end up leaving my apartment in the morning without one and I don’t realize until I’m changing into my pajama’s at night,” she informed him, still with a pleasant smile as he started grumbling random noises under his breath. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”
“Let me have some manly pride as I do this,” he said against her shoulder. She could feel him lifting her torso off of the bed bit-by-bit while wiggling his face so that his eyes were peeking over her shoulder to see the clasp. “God, how many clasps are on this fucking thing…?
“Your manly pride is quickly dwindling,” she finally let one of her giggles slip out, but her giggles morphed into a small yelp when one of his hands abandoned his attempts at removing her bra to slide down and slap her thigh. “Did you just try to spank me?”
“Your pants are in the way of really spanking you.” She could feel his grin against her collarbones as his hand went back up to fiddle with her bra again. “And it’s not like you don’t deserve it, what with how naughty you are -” there was a faint snapping noise and Chanyeol let out a triumphant noise while sitting up, pulling her bra off of her at the same time. “I got it!” He declared with pride, practically oblivious to the way her nipples pebbled in the cool air of her apartment once they were exposed, too wrapped up in waving her bra over his head like it was some kind of victory flag.
“Chanyeol!” She hissed as her cheeks turned bright red. Chanyeol merely grinned again and tossed her bra over his shoulder before swooping down and sliding his arms around her again to lift her torso off of the bed.
“Now where was I?” He asked her with an impish grin, rolling his hips against hers another time.
“I was complaining about my breasts being too small -”
“Right,” Chanyeol mumbled as he started leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses from her shoulder down her chest. “See, I was going to say that I think your breasts are…” he drifted off and Baekhyun’s breathing hitched when one of his hands slid up her stomach to grope her breast with his thumb rubbing the nipple, his mouth latching onto the other. “-Just perfect,” he moaned against her chest as he swiftly moved to lavish her other breast with the same attention.
“Unh, Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moaned as she wound her dainty hands through his hair, grabbing weakly at the strands that were too short to hold onto.
“And your thighs,” he rumbled as he slid his hands down her stomach to undo the button and zipper on her pants, attempting to push them down. The pants were passed the swell of her butt before she heard a few grunts of effort as he struggled to pull down her skinny jeans.
“… Are you having trouble with my pants now?” She snickered, but let out a squeak when he pinched her exposed butt.
“Your pants are too tight,” he grumbled as he kissed his way down her stomach as a way of disguising that he was actually trying to slide closer to her jeans so it would be easier to push them away from her legs. “Okay!” He declared with a little bit too much triumph once her skinny jeans were peeled off of her legs and on the floor. “Now, about your thighs,” he chuckled as he pressed kisses up the length of her legs and against her inner thighs. “I don’t think they’re bony at all,” he murmured against the skin, enjoying the way she shivered under his touch.
“Chanyeol,” she whimpered his name as he began biting and sucking on the skin of her left inner thigh, moaning against the skin.
“I love how your skin is so soft,” he growled. “But my favorite thing about your body is far from boyish.”
“And what’s that?” She asked breathily.
“Your pelvis,” he sighed as he trailed his lips above the fabric of her panties and tugged the hem down gently to press kisses against her hipbones. “All lovely curves and soft skin…” he sighed reverently against the skin as it became exposed while enjoying the way her breathing became heavier, occasionally broken with small gasps of his name. “Of anything from your neck down, your hips and waist are definitely your best assets.”
“I’m glad you think so,” she told him with a breathy giggle.
“But honestly, everything about you deserves to be worshipped.” Her breathing audibly hitched another time, and Chanyeol lifted his head to meet her lusty gaze. “And you know what?” He purred as he slid up the length of her body to stare down into her eyes; Baekhyun whimpered lightly at the feeling of the coarse fabric of his clothes rubbing against her sensitive skin. “I think I’ll do just that – all night long.”
“Hey, Baek?” Baekhyun only let out a sleepy humming noise to inform Chanyeol that she was awake and listening, but besides that she was unresponsive. “I know I should have told you this before we… um… yeah…”
“Just get on with it so I can sleep,” she grumbled while nuzzling her face deeper into his neck.
“I love you,” he whispered, punctuating his words with a kiss on the top of her head while caressing her shoulder with his thumb.
“Moron,” she huffed while attempting to cuddle closer to him, “I already knew that.” Chanyeol couldn’t help but chuckle at her pleased tone. “And in case you didn’t know, I love you too.”