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"Byun Baekhyun. We need to talk."
A sudden thud sounded to the right, making Baekhyun's head snap to look at the tall jock glaring down at him as he felt an arm slam into the locker right beside his head.
Knowingly, Baekhyun glared up just as hard.
Ugh, of course it's this asshole again.
"What do you want, Chanyeol?"
His voice was full of exasperation and annoyance, but Chanyeol blatantly ignored it while leaning closer. Baekhyun inhaled a breath, his fists clenching tighter for what's about to come.
The position might seem intimate to onlookers, but everyone in the school knew the deal between Baekyun and Chanyeol.
The nerd and the jock.
The classic.
"Baekhyun, just because Mr. Wu asked you to tutor me, doesn't mean that you can now suddenly give me attitude, got it? You're still a little piece of shit who will do what I say when I say it."
Baekhyun's stance weakened a bit, but he continued his glare.
Chanyeol scoffed. "Ooh, and look at you. Our little Baekhyunnie suddenly grew a pair of balls because you think you can control my academic career now."
Baekhyun grimaced at the rude comment, but he immediately fired back. "FYI, I always had a pair. Unlike you. And just to remind you, Mr. Wu said that if you don't get at least a B for all your classes this semester, you're getting held back. Or worse, expelled. And you need ME to help you gain a few more braincells in that stupid head of yours so I do have some leverage on you now, don't I?"
Chanyeol looked a bit taken back, and Baekhyun did a mini mental victory dance.
Baekhyun was trying to look cold and nonchalant, but inside he's freaking out. He's usually more timid and less feisty, but after Chanyeol found out that he had to be tutored by his long time bullying victim, he's been a lot worse.
A lot meaner.
And taking a leap of faith, Baekhyun is finally trying to stand up for himself.
And so far, it's actually working.
Kind of.
Chanyeol regains his posture after a short moment, straightening his back. Now he's towering over the much shorter Baekhyun, and his aura warns the nerd of what's to come.
"Me? Needing your help?" Chanyeol chuckled emotionlessly. He put a hand on Baekhyun's shoulder and squeezes it roughly. "Listen up here, midget. I never cared about my grades. If you think a little bit of empty threats from teacher is gonna scare me, you're wrong. My dad practically owns this school. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And that includes making your life hell."
Baekhyun shrunk a bit at his words, breaking eye contact and looking down to the floor instead.
So much for standing up for himself.
"So, Baekhyun. Let me remind YOU again who's in charge around here. I am. So be a good boy and run along before I do something worse. And you KNOW I can do worse."
Baekhyun widened his eyes, a flash of horrible memories popped up in his head. The defiant stance he had from before was totally gone, his fists now shaking in fear.
He nodded once slowly.
Chanyeol smirked, knowing he's won. He leaned back arrogantly before sauntering away.
"Oh and Baekhyun, don't expect me to show up for that tutoring session. Tell Mr. Wu to fuck off for me. Thanks!"
Baekhyun sighed.
Great.
"WHAT? What do you mean he's not here?" Mr. Wu bellowed, his face gradually reddening with each word.
Baekhyun gripped the hem of his shirt tighter and shuffled around nervously.
"U-Uh, he said he didn't want to be here, so he just skipped out. I'm really sorry!"
Mr. Wu raised an eyebrow, "Baekhyun, he's the one who skipped. Why are you apologizing?"
Baekhyun's face flushed in embarrassment.
"B-Because I couldn't get him to come..."
"Oh, pft." Mr. Wu scoffed as swatted his hands in the air. "Not even the principal can get him to do anything. I wasn't expecting it to be easy anyway. It's okay, Baekhyun. No need to apologize."
The boy looked up and exhaled a breath of relief.
"But now that Chanyeol's acting like this, we'll just have to resort to plan B."
"Plan B?" Baekhyun asked curiously, never having heard of this "plan B".
"Yup." Mr. Wu's eyes suddenly had an mischievous glint in them, like when a kid is trying to figure out how to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
Without another word, the teacher reached behind him for a folder. After flipping through it for a bit, he seemed to have found what he was looking for when his face splits into an evil grin. Tapping a few buttons on his phone, he then pressed it against his ear as if he was calling someone.
Baekhyun just blankly stared at his teacher from across the desk.
A short moment later, the silence was replaced by Mr. Wu's serious sounding voice.
"Hello? Is this Mr. Park?"
Baekhyun's eyes widened when he finally realized what his teacher was doing.
Oh god....
"Hi, I'm Mr. Wu, Chanyeol's Advisory teacher. You see, Mr. Park, Chanyeol's grades for almost all of his classes have been dropping so much, so I set him up with a tutor to help him out. However, Chanyeol refuses to come to the tutoring sessions. So-"
Mr. Wu suddenly jumped a bit in his seat, startling Baekhyun as well. But then, the evil grin came back, and Baekhyun shuddered a bit.
"Alright, thank you, Sir. Have a good day."
Mr. Wu hanged up with the grin still on his face, and Baekhyun is still creeped out by it.
"Um, Mr. Wu? W-What's happening?"
Mr. Wu chuckled, "Don't worry, Baekhyun. Just sit still for five minutes."
Uh, okay...?
Nevertheless, Baekhyun just sat in silence for five minutes, waiting for an answer.
Then, just as the clock's seconds hand finished five rotations, his answer came in the form of a raging, hot-headed Chanyeol bursting through the classroom door.
"What the actual fuck." Chanyeol's raging voice echoes throughout the empty classroom. "Who the hell do you think you are. You actually made my dad threaten my to come to this stupid tutoring shit?!"
Mr. Wu calmly replied, "So I see he has talked to you. Now we can proceed with our session-"
"No." Chanyeol glared at Mr. Wu with hatred, "I will not fucking do this shit."
"Young man. Language. And you are well aware that unless you want to disobey your father, you will have to." Mr. Wu glared back just as hard.
"You've got to be kidding me."
The jock groaned and furiously ruffled through his hair. But suddenly, he paused.
He turned around slowing with a weird smile on this face, making Baekhyun feel extremely uneasy.
This was not going to be good...
"Fine. I'll fucking do it, but I have one condition." Chanyeol said after a long while of silence, "I want the tutoring session to be at my house."
At that, Baekhyun spluttered, "W-Wait, what? Y-Your house?"
In his house. Alone. With no supervision.
Chanyeol turned to the nerd, leaning down to be eye level at him. And then he had the nerve to smirk that stupidly handsome smirk of his.
"Yes, Baekhyun. At my house."
Baekhyun gulped. His eyes turned to Mr. Wu, pleading for him to disagree.
"Yeah, okay. Sure, why not. I don't care where you do the tutoring as long as you get those grades up." Baekhyun gawked at his teacher, who is now scrolling through his phone in boredom. "You have a test in Pre-Calc tomorrow, so you better be prepared for it. Now get out of here and take Baekhyun with you."
"W-Wait! Mr. Wu-" Baekhyun tried to say, but Chanyeol was already dragging him out.
The jock's grip on his wrist wasn't gentle at all, and Baekhyun winced slightly from the pain. He then stumbled and tripped as he tried to keep up with Chanyeol's long legs. Finally, they came to a stop at the parking lot, only for Baekhyun to be shoved into the car.
"Chanyeol! Ow! Can you please be gentle?" Baekhyun whined hopelessly, rubbing his sore wrist.
With a hand on the car roof and the other on the door, Chanyeol leaned in too close - way too close - for Baekhyun's comfort.
Staring straight into his eyes, Chanyeol whispered with a smirk, "Sorry, but no. I like it rough. And hard."
The smaller's breath hitched before flushing a deep rosy pink.
Why is Chanyeol being so flirty? He's always just mean, and have never said anything more than insults. What is this..?
Not knowing how to respond, he broke eye contact with the jock.
He heard Chanyeol's deep chuckle and the loud slam of the car door.
I'm so screwed...
Baekhyun felt extremely uneasy sitting on the white, expensive fur carpet in Chanyeol's room.
Chanyeol told Baekhyun he was going to "get something" and Baekhyun was "free to make himself comfortable," but it was hard considering the situation at hand.
He was in Chanyeol's house. Chanyeol's house. Alone. With no adult supervision.
The boy ruffled his hair vigorously as he let out a groan of frustration.
Baekhyun closed his eyes and sighed, flopping onto the floor like a starfish.
I'm going to die today...
He inhaled deeply to calm himself down, only to smell a sweet vanilla scent wafting through the air, sweet and intoxicating.
It was nice; the aroma enveloped him as he laid there for a bit, with the soft fur of the carpet tickling his cheeks. Gradually, he drifted into dreamland, unaware of the danger that was about to come.
-----
Chanyeol played around with the roll of duct tape in his hands. His dark eyes hinted that he was up to no good, and the mischievous smirk on his face confirmed any other suspicions.
Haha, this is going to be so fun.
He couldn't wait to see the look of fear on Baekhyun's face for what he's about to do.
Just imagine how humiliated Baekhyun will be when he sees his nudes leaked to everyone at school. Oh, what a sight that would be.
A part of Chanyeol was urging him to stop, stop before he did anything extremely stupid. But there was a bigger part of him that was less forgiving.
Afterall, Byun Baek deserved this. He was the reason why Chanyeol had ate alone for the entirety of middle school, with no one to accompany him, no one to talk to. Baekhyun was too likable, too kind. His personality was so bright that it attracted all the other kids to crowd around him, while Chanyeol (who was too shy and a bit chubby at the time) was never spoken to. Being in the middle of hormones and puberty, Chanyeol felt the loneliest in those times. It was even worse when Baekhyun's family moved into his neighborhood.
One night, when the ten-year-old Chanyeol woke up in the middle of the night to grab a cup of water from the kitchen, he noticed the lights of his parents' room was still on. He heard mumbling voices, but it was hard to make out what they were saying. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he inched closer.
"The new neighbor's son came over to give us a batch of house-warming cookies, you know. The boy, Baekhyun I think, was so adorable! He had the cutest eye smile, and he was so polite, too. I wish our son was like that."
And Chanyeol, being the small, insecure child he was, took those words to the deepest part of his heart. From then on, insecurities, fear, and negativity dominated his head. He vowed that one day, he would be more popular and charismatic than Baekhyun and that he would make sure Baekhyun becomes the lonely, unwanted one.
When high school started, puberty did a three-sixty on both of them. Instead of making Baekhyun into the cool, manly figure people thought he'd be, the boy kept his height at 5'5", while Chanyeol's broadened shoulders, tall height, and charming smile captured all the hearts of their classmates.
And seeing that the tables have turned in his favor, Chanyeol took his revenge little by little. At first, it was just verbal attacks. Chanyeol whispered mean things into Baekhyun's ears and watched shorter's cheeks flush pink in humiliation. It was so entertaining. But as time passed, he grew more aggressive. Tripping, shoving, and pushing became a daily routine. And although sometimes he'd see pearl-like droplets glistening in Baekhyun's brown orbs, he was never able to stop himself from doing it the next day.
Because in his twisted mind, Baekhyun deserved this. He deserved it, right?
Right.
He deserves this.
Chanyeol reminded himself as he turned the knob and opened the door to his room.
Baekhyun deserves all of it.
His hands tightened around the duct tape and camera he was holding.
All of it.
But just like a raging fire being put out by a bucket of ice water, his resolve dissipated completely when his eyes landed on Baekhyun, who was curled up so cutely on the carpet, with his fluffy brown bangs covering half of his face and the little whimpers escaping from those adorably pouted lips.
He crouched down and stared at Baekhyun, mesmerized by the sight.
Damn, he's so freaking cute.
Chanyeol almost cooed when Baekhyun's nose scrunched up a bit at a piece of fur tickling his nose. Baekhyun was just... irresistible.
Ten minutes passed before he finally snapped out of his reverie.
Ugh, wait, what the fuck am I even thinking.
Chanyeol ruffled his hair vigorously as he let out a groan of frustration.
Stop thinking about him like that. He's not cute. He's not cute. He's not-
His thoughts were cut off by a small whine that peeped out from Baekhyun.
"N-Ngh...C-Chanyeol..."
Chanyeol's eyes widened.
What?
"Chanyeol... P-Please..."
Um, what the heck? What is he... What is Baekyun saying?
The softness of the shorter's voice almost made Chanyeol's knees buckle. His hands started to feel clammy and was it just him or was the room actually getting hotter?
He took a deep breath, calming himself before answering.
"Uh, Baekhyun? Are you okay?"
No response.
But then suddenly, one of Baekhyun's grabby hands found Chanyeol's arm, and with surprising strength for someone who's unconscious, the shorter pulled the jock down. Somehow, he was pulled into an embrace, and Baekhyun tucked himself into Chanyeol's chest, murmuring.
"I-I want...Ngh... Teddy bear... H-Hug me..."
Chanyeol was lost for words, completely frozen in place.
What was he supposed to do in a situation like this??
Slowly, however, the warmth of Baekhyun's tiny body started to feel quite nice against his. It was comforting. With the vanilla scent still pleasantly drifting through the air, Chanyeol relaxed into the hug and closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he dozed off with Baekhyun secured tightly in his arms.
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Baekhyun woke up to the sound of a soft snoring near his ear. He blinked out of the haze, hands reaching up to rub his eyes, only to realize that...
...he couldn't move them?
A strong pair of arms were wrapped around his own, tucking him into a fetal position as he felt a strong, broad chest press harder into his back.
Was Chanyeol spooning him???
Baekhyun's face immediately flushed red; his senses were heightened by tenfold as he finally realized how close they were to each other. The room felt so much hotter all of a sudden.
"Mmm..." Baekhyun heard a low groan from behind, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Chanyeol's heavy breathes tickled the back of the shorter's neck, almost making him whimper at the weird sensation.
"A-Ah, Chanyeol..." Baekhyun tried to wiggle himself out of the position, but the jock's hold was surprisingly firm.
After a few more minutes of helpless struggling, the taller finally woke up with a grunt. To Baekhyun's (content) dismay, Chanyeol didn't release him from their hug. In fact, he actually snuggled himself into the smaller's hair, sniffing it a bit.
At this point, Baekhyun's heart was pounding so loud that he was scared that Chanyeol could hear it. The weird, warm feeling in his tummy was not helping his case either.
"Um, C-Chanyeol?" He tried again in a soft voice, too flustered to speak any louder.
"Hey, Baek." Chanyeol replied lazily, still not moving.
"Uh, what happened? W-Why are we sleeping together?"
"Oh, you looked so cute sleeping I wanted to join you for a bit. How'd you sleep, hm?
Baekhyun was speechless.
Did Park Chanyeol just call him cute? What the actual heck?
He felt his cheeks heat up again.
While he fumbled around trying to piece a coherent sentence together, Chanyeol decided to release Baekhyun from his embrace before sitting up with a husky chuckle.
"I assumed you slept well though, considering the small noises you made. You know you kind of sound like a puppy?"
Baekhyun's ears were completely pink now, and instead of giving Chanyeol an answer, he just pulled the blanket over his head to hide from the taller's stares.
Chanyeol grinned and laid back down again, this time directly on Baekhyun.
"Ah!" A muffled cry of surprise sounded from under the blanket. "Chanyeol, you're on me!"
The jock made no motion to move until the smaller started pinching Chanyeol aimlessly, and to his luck, one of them found his butt. Immediately, he jumped off and held his arse in mock pain.
"Ow! That was my ass! Baekhyun, that hurt like shit."
Baekhyun peered out a little, slightly concerned but still pink.
"S-Sorry, but you were on me!"
Chanyeol turned back, a playful grin now adorning his cheeks. "It'll stop hurting if you gave it a kiss."
Baekhyun's fading pink turned bright red again as he muttered a quiet sentence too soft for Chanyeol to hear.
"Mhy arf yu eing nifer to mef..."
"Uh, what?"
"I said," Baekhyun looked up to face Chanyeol, "Why are you being nicer to me? I thought you hated me?"
Chanyeol stopped, his grin dissipated into a expression of guilt and regret. Baekhyun stared in confusion.
"Baekhyun..." The taller started, his past confidence now conpletely gone. "Can I tell you something?"
"Um, sure..?" Baekhyun fidgeted at the serious atmosphere that just suddenly washed over them.
Chanyeol took in a breath, and then let all of his insecurities, his sorrows, his frustrations out. Every now and then, the jock's voice got a little too husky, which sounded like he was close to tears, and Baekhyun would put a hand on his back, patting him as he listened to his story. After a few minutes, when everything was spilled, Baekhyun was left sniffling as well.
"Hey, hey, hey. Why are you crying?" Chanyeol smiled at the sight of the smaller tearing up and used a finger to gently wipe away any stray tears that found themselves down Baekhyun's cheeks. He then lifted Baekhyun's chin up so they were looking at each other in the eyes. "But seriously, Baekyun, I'm really sorry for all the times I've sneered at you or tripped you or made you cry. I'm a fucking coward and a bastard, I know, but please give me a second chance."
"A second c-chance for what?"
Chanyeol smiled, "A chance to be your boyfriend, of course."
Baekhyun gasped in a small surprised breath, "Are you serious? You're not playing around with me, are you?"
Chanyeol shook his head. "I'm serious, Baek. Nothing was ever your fault and I just blamed all of my shit on you. I know my insecurities don't justify my action at all and I'm not expecting you to even forgive me for all the things I've put you through, but it would be nice if you gave me a chance."
Baekhyun examined Chanyeol's expression for signs of any lies but all he saw was a sincere apology.
He let out a small sigh.
"Okay."
"..."
"Wait. Okay as in you forgive me? Or are you my boyfriend now?" Chanyeol's face had lit up, and it was surprising for Baekhyun since he's never really seen the giant so genuinely happy before. But since he was in the middle of an inner mental breakdown, he didn't comment on it. Instead, he took a deep breath.
"Um, no. Not about the boyfriend part, but the first part, yes. I forgive you, Chanyeol. As for the boyfriend part though, I'm not accepting..." Chanyeol's face fell. "...yet." And it lit back up. This time, Baekhyun actually let out a short giggle.
"Yet?"
"Mhm. I'm not easy, Chanyeol. You have to prove yourself to me." Baekhyun smiled mischeviously, making Chanyeol crush a little harder for the smaller as it was his first time seeing the playful side of him. Boldly, Chanyeol held their faces closer together. Baekhyun could feel the taller's breath fanning over his neck. It made the butterflies in his stomach go crazy.
"Alright, Baek." Chanyeol smirked attractively, "I'll prove it to you, and then you'll mine?"
"Y-yes," Baekhyun couldn't help but answer ever so breathlessly, "Yours."