Byun Baekhyun harshly pulled Kim Minseok's face, aka Xiumin, and shoved it into his bag. Xiumin whimpered and tried to pull free from Baekhyun's strong hold.  

"Stop staring!" Baekhyun hissed and looked away. His face is starting to turn red as potatoes. Even the tips of his ears are starting to turn pink already. 

Xiumin breathed heavily as he freed himself from Baekhyun's violent hold. He pushed the bag away from his face and glared at his friend. "You b*tch!" he hissed at Baek. "I am not staring at him! You nearly killed me!" 

Baekhyun threw him a glare. "What the hell? Don't deny it!" he breathed. "If he'll see you--"

"Argh, Baek!" Xiumin interrupted him, covering his best friend's face with both of his hands. "Stop it, okay? Chanyeol can't notice us! We are ten f*cking tables away from him!" 

Baekhyun sighed as he pushed Xiumin's hands away from his face. "Yeah right." he hissed and slowly looked at Park Chanyeol. The giant is currently sipping from his juice, with a pencil in his other hand. He started to write something on his note and frowned. 

"Even his frown is perfect." Baekhyun mumbled as he put his head on his hand, still staring. He released a dreamy sigh and Xiumin looked at him with disgust. 

It's always like this. 

Byun Baekhyun sitting ten tables away from Park Chanyeol in the cafeteria. He will spend the whole hour staring, watching and day dreaming about the love of his life. He doesn't even eat even if his stomach is protesting every once in a while. 

Chanyeol flipped the page of his notebook and started to scribble something on it. Then a small smile appeared on his face, making Baekhyun take a sharp intake of breath. 

"Oh my gosh." Baekhyun breathed. "He's so perf. How could he be so perfect?!" 

Xiumin rolled his eyes and took a bite from his burger. "You're disgusting." he mumbled and Baek gave him a glare before returning his eyes to Chanyeol. "You've been what? Dreaming about that guy for how many years already?" 

Baekhyun ignored his best friend. Instead, he found himself smiling as Chanyeol's smile grew wider. And then when Chanyeol frowns again, he found himself frowning, too.

Then Chanyeol looked at his watch and stood up. 

Baekhyun panicked and he picked up all his things, too, grabbing Xiumin's wrist with him. "Come on!" he hissed as Chanyeol started to to walk towards the exit. "He's leaving already!" 

"I am not done with-- dammit Baek!" Xiumin cursed as Baekhyun pulled his arm, making him stumble and almost drop to the floor. Baekhyun started to fasten his paces and he looked back at Xiumin, eyes apologizing. 

"I'll buy you food later." he said. "I swear." 

Xiumin beamed. "Oh yes!" he exclaimed. "Make it with drinks and i'll love you forever." 

Baekhyun grinned. "Right. With drinks." 

When they reached the exit, Chanyeol is nowhere along the corridors. But since Baekhyun knows where's his next class is, he turned right and walked faster, still dragging Xiumin with him. They round at a corner and slowly walked towards room 223. Baekhyun let go of Xiumin's hand and peeked inside the room. 

He frowned when he didn't see Chanyeol. 

Baekhyun  pulled away from the window and walked closer to the door. He looked up and made sure that they're at room 223. And he's in the right place. He bit his lip and stepped back, still looking up, never minding that he's blocking the door already. 

"Why is he not here?" he murmured to himself. 

"Baek!" Xiumin called and Baekhyun looked at him, frowning. 

He raised his brow. But Xiumin's eyes are just wide and afraid. Baekhyun frowned at his friend and mouthed, "WHAT?".

"Excuse me?" a deep, beautiful voice called from behind him. 

Baekhyun tensed, blood rushing to his face. He slowly... very slowly... looked back and came face to face with the person he has been loving for how many years already. He didn't even notice that all the things he's carrying went to the floor, escaping his trembling grip. Chanyeol looked down at him, a small smile on his lips. 

"Baekhyun, your bag." he said. "You dropped it." 

Still not himself, Baekhyun slowly nodded. 

Chanyeol chuckled and shook his head in amusement. He bent down and gathered Baekhyun's things instead. He brushed dust from his bag and handed it to Baek, still smiling. 

"Here." he said with a grin.

Baekhyun froze. He's still staring into Chanyeol's face, his own cheeks burning and he can feel the shudder ran through his body. He didn't know what to do! 

Then suddenly, Xiumin came beside him, grabbing Baekhyun's things from Chanyeol. "Thank you!" he exclaimed, a little too happily. "We're sorry for the trouble!" and he pulled Baekhyun's arm, making the other blink his eyes into reality. 

Chanyeol grinned. "It's fine." he said and looked at Baekhyun. "Um... can you... can you..." and that's when Baekhyun realized that he's practically BLOCKING the door. 

"O-oh r-r-right!" Baekhyun stammered. He stepped back clumsily and even stepped on his own foot. He yelped and stumbled backwards, grabbing the window frame for support. He almost dropped to the floor but Chanyeol grabbed his hand, pulling him back to his feet. 

"You alright?" he asked, concern in his eyes. 

Baekhyun looked down at their hands and immediately pulled away. "Y-y-yeah." he whispered, barely audible. 

Chanyeol nodded once and smiled. "Okay then." he said. "See you around, Baekhyun." then he opened the door of his room and stepped inside, closing it behind him.  

The next thing Xiumin knew, he's comforting his friend outside the building. They are sitting on a bench just around the football field and Baekhyun stole his hanky to wipe his own tears away. 

"I'm a total loser!" Baekhyun sobbed. "Y-you saw what i did there?!" 

Xiumin slowly nodded as he ran his hand on Baekhyun's back, comforting him. "Yes. I did." he answered with a nod. 

"I-i just wanna kill myself!" Baekhyun cried and blew his nose. "It was s-so embarassing! W-what would Chanyeol t-think of me now?!" 

Xiumin sighed. "But Baek, you know what?" he said and frowned. "What i noticed is that... Chanyeol knows your name." 

Baekhyun wiped his face with the back of his hand. "W-what?" he sniffed. "I didn't hear him say my name." 

"Of course you wouldn't hear!" Xiumin scoffed. "You're busy staring at him like a total idiot!" 

Baekhyun threw him a glare. "What the hell?! I thought you're my friend?!" he hissed. And then his glare started to turn into that sad, crying look. "D-did i look like... a t-total i-i-i-idiot back t-there?" he sobbed and tears started to run on his face. 

Xiumin sighed. "Baek, i have a question." he started. "I think i like someone. But i'm too afraid he'll reject me. What do you think i should do?" 

Baekhyun sniffed and glared at his friend. "How dare you tell me your problem when i'm busy here crying my heart out!" he shouted. "You heartless midget!" 

Xiumin threw him a glare. "Just answer, you stupid brat!" 

Baek just rolled his eyes. "Then tell him!" he said. "If you really like him, then tell him, okay? It's worth a try. At least you won't be keeping anything now. You won't be day dreaming about him cause you're too afraid he doesn't like you. You won't feel like this, like a loser whenever you--- HEY! YOU'RE NOT REFERRING TO YOURSELF! YOU'RE REFERRING TO ME, AREN'T YOU?!"

Xiumin chuckled. "Now you're thinking!" he said. "You can't even follow your own opinion! Hypocrite!" 

"I can't confess!" he whined. "Whenever he's right there, i just... i just turn into a stone! I can't breathe and i can't even make a sentence with this stupid mouth of mine! Did you see what i looked like back there?! I was a TOMATO! A f*cking stupid tomato!" 

Xiumin sighed and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "And what do you plan to do, huh?" he asked. "Keep that feeling until Chanyeol finds someone who would confess to him and he would probably like back?" 

Baekhyun glared at his best friend. "What the hell?" he breathed. "There's really no--"

"Argh Baek!" Xiumin groaned. "You really think you're the only one here who likes Chanyeol?" 

Baekhyun gasped. 

How could he be so stupid?! Park Chanyeol is perfect! Of course many people would like him! Or even fall for him like he is now. He just can't believe he wasted those years staring at Chanyeol and overlooking those people who are also dreaming about the gorgeous guy. 

He grabbed his hair and tugged. "I'm an idiot." he murmured. 

"An idiot tomato." Xiumin agreed. 

The next day, Baekhyun decided on at least, talking to Chanyeol. 

"Take it slowly." Xiumin had suggested and Baekhyun, with a determined face, nodded at him. It's a Friday and Xiumin got biology laboratory for three hours. Baekhyun decided on waiting for him along the lockers. 

Baek rested his head on his locker as he sat on the floor. He pulled his book from his bag and started reading. He looked at his watch. 

30 minutes before Xiumin's dismissal time. 

There was a noise of a locker being opened and Baekhyun looked up from his book. He gasped and there, ten lockers away from him is Park Chanyeol. He has a ballpen between his lips as he pulled two books from his locker. Baekhyun took an intake of breath and pulled the book higher, hiding his face. 

When Chanyeol pushed his locker door closed, Baekhyun let himself peek over his book. And suddenly, a hot chick went to Chanyeol, smiling and shifting on her feet. 

Baekhyun bit his lip. 

Chanyeol smiled politely at the girl and they started talking. They are too far for Baekhyun to hear what they're, even as the chick rested her back against the locker beside Chanyeol's, Baekhyun continued to watch. 

He suddenly felt the tears building up. 

Chanyeol laughed and Baekhyun felt something kick on his chest. He just can't believe it. Getting jealous just because someone is talking to the person he likes? Just how immature can he be?

And besides... He and Chanyeol aren't even a thing. 

THAT'S what hurts the most. 

Chanyeol smiled tightly at the girl and nodded once, excusing himself. The chick pouted but nodded slowly, letting Chanyeol walk away. 

And when Baekhyun realized that Chanyeol will pass his way, he yelped and went to his feet. He grabbed his things and shoved everything inside his bag. He looked back and gasped when he saw Chanyeol watching him, his eyes wide. He cursed as he grabbed his bag and... ran. 

"Loser." Baekhyun hissed under his breath. "You're a big stupid loser, Baekhyun." 

He can still feel the tears dirtying his face as he grabbed his phone, sending Xiumin a quick message. 

To: Baozi

I'll be at the library. See you. 

Baekhyun opened the library doors and ran inside. He found a place, deep into the big room and slumped on the floor, breathing hard. Pictures of Chanyeol talking and laughing with that girl just... make him so sad. And hopeless. 

He hugged his knees and buried his face on them, crying. He hid himself between two towering shelves of history books. It's the place where almost no students go. It's dusty, too old and hidden. It's a little dark. It's the oldest area in the library. 

Baekhyun sobbed and he bit his lower lip, trying to stop the tears from coming. He just can't believe what a coward he is. He didn't even bother to fix himself as he felt Xiumin sit beside him on the library floor. 

"I'm such an idiot." he sobbed, face buried into his hands. "I can't believe i'll get jealous just because a hot girl talked to Chanyeol! I know we're not even a thing, right? We're not even close!" 

Baekhyun felt a hand rub his back and he just made him cry even more. "Xiumin... I know i swore i'll talk to him today. B-but... i just can't." he sobbed. "H-he doesn't even like me." 

Baekhyun started to cry harder and he rested his head on his best friend's shoulder. He cried and cried, never caring even if he sounds like a two-year old whining over a stupid toy. "I-i... i just like him so much." Baekhyun sobbed. "I like him and it pains that... he might not even like me back." Baekhyun sniffed and another soldier of tears came running down his face. 

He wrapped his hands around Xiumin's neck, burying his face into his best friend's shirt. He didn't even notice that Xiumin's scent is a little stronger and sweeter. A hand wrapped around his waist and Baekhyun was suddenly pulled on his friend's lap. Baek continued to cry on Xiumin's shoulder as he wrapped his legs around his friend's waist. 

"I'm such an idiot." he sobbed. "I'm such an idiot. Idiot. Idiot." 

"Not really." a deep voice whispered against his ear. 

Baekhyun gasped and his crying abruptly stopped. 

He was about to pull away but he's afraid on what he might find out. He opened his eyes and noticed the dark hoodie the man below him is wearing. 

XIUMIN DOESN'T WEAR HOODIES! 

"Don't cry now, Baekhyun." Chanyeol whispered as he wrapped his arms around Baekhyun's waist. "You can tell me everything now." 

Baekhyun pulled back and he found himself looking directly into Park Chanyeol. 

He gasped and immediately took a book from the shelf behind Chanyeol. He used it to cover his face, hiding it from the other. With his other hand, he wiped his face free from tears and snot. Of all times! Why does Chanyeol has to see him in this state?! Ugly and disgusting! 

Chanyeol chuckled. "Baekhyun..." he called and Baek gasped. 

He knows my name! OMIGOSH. He knew! He knew! 

Baekhyun slowly pulled the book down, peeking at Chanyeol. The taller smiled, eyes full of happiness. "Come on." he whispered. "I am listening now." 

Baekhyun can't believe his eyes. He looked down and noticed their position. He's sitting on Chanyeol's lap and Chanyeol has his hands wrapped around his waist. His own legs are even around the taller's waist. 

Their position is just too... awkward. And... suggestive. 

Knowing Baekhyun won't tell him anything, Chanyeol pushed the book down, making Baekhyun yelp in shock. 

"W-what--"

"So why can't you tell me?" Chanyeol whispered as he looked directly into Baekhyun's eyes. 

The smaller looked away and tried to find another thing to cover his face with but Chanyeol is faster. He reached up and held Baekhyun's face gently, making him look at him. 

Baekhyun gasped. He swallowed and felt his throat go dry with fear. 

Chanyeol raised his brow and looked at him patiently. 

Speak now, you dumbass! Baekhyun thought. He'll surely think you're a psycho now! 

Baekhyun slowly shook his head and withdrew his hands from Chanyeol's shoulder. He held them together and placed them under his chin, thinking hard. He bit his lip and looked down. 

"Ahhh... Baekhyun." Chanyeol whined and pouted. "Don't give me that face." 

Baekhyun looked at him with confusion. "W-what face?" he whispered. 

"That." Chanyeol answered  seriously. "You're too adorable." he added and smiled.

Baekhyun felt his face went warm and he looked away, still biting his lip. "S-sorry." he murmured. "I... i didn't i-intend on whining on you." 

Chanyeol grinned and touched Baekhyun's nose with his index finger. "It's fine." he answered and smiled even wider. 

"I-i... i was just... doing a m-monologue, that's all." Baek whispered without meeting Chanyeol's eyes. 

This made Chanyeol frown. 

"You know," he started and Baekhyun looked back at him. "There's this person who sits ten tables away from me in the cafeteria. And whose locker is ten doors away from mine." 

Baekhyun blushed and looked away. 

"He has this fluffy brown hair and pink lips." Chanyeol whispered and a small smile is playing the sides of his lips. "I like his smiles, too. But of course he doesn't know that." 

"Your smiles are perf." Baekhyun mumbled. 

Chanyeol grinned and he brushed Baekhyun's cheek with his thumb. "Now... he gets jealous just because a certain girl talked to me by the lockers." he murmured, his eyes softening. 

Baekhyun looked up at him, peering under his lashes. 

"I-i'm sorry." he whispered. "W-we're not... I-i don't have the..."

"And i like him." Chanyeol breathed. "And he doesn't even know that." 

Baekhyun gasped, his heart hammering against his chest.

Chanyeol chuckled and he pulled Baekhyun's face closer very slowly. 

"Right now..." he whispered, his breath against Baekhyun's lips. "I'm waiting for him to say the same." 

Baekhyun looked at him. He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even know what to do. His brain is a mess of emotions and words and nothing of them made any sense. Baekhyun slowly reached up to Chanyeol's shoulders, his hands gripping his dark hoodie. 

Something in his chest tugged, telling him what the mind can't.

Then he closed the distance between their lips. 

So much for spoken words ten centimeters away.

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