Title: The Truth Behind My OTP
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance

Summary: I belong to EXO-L fandom and I am a shipper. A ChanBaek shipper to be exact.

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(A/N: This story is written based on the first person point of view of the author. I hope you like this and enjoy reading!)

I belong to EXO-L fandom and I am a shipper. A ChanBaek shipper to be exact.

The moment I saw Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun standing together on stage, that was December 2012, few months after EXO debuted, I swore to myself that their height difference was perfect. I still remember that time, I brought my DSLR camera with me, clutching it with my hands as I took a snapshot of them, my very first picture of ChanBaek.

I followed EXO, especially both of them since then, with my bestfriend wrapped around my neck. I went to each and every place where EXO went, be it overseas or be it in Korea and China, I'm always on the go. Because I'm running a fansite and I am rich, I do what I want.

Call me a sasaeng, I don't really care, because I know that I'm not. I keep my distance. Always. And I really try my best not to be a bother to EXO, nor for them to notice my existence.

I'm invisible.

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The pounding in my chest grows faster, excited blood rushes to my face, when I see with my own two eyes how Park Chanyeol leans in to Byun Baekhyun's ear to whisper something I couldn't hear. The music is loud, but my heartbeat is louder than any sound, witnessing the worried look Park Chanyeol is giving to his co-member.

Are you okay?

That is what I've read on Chanyeol's lips, in Korean, of course, as he holds Baekhyun's shoulder gently. Baekhyun nods with a tired smile across his face, obvious exhaustion paints his features, but still he continues to greet the fans lined up in front of him for their fansigning event.

I swear to myself I fell in love with Baekhyun the first time I saw him until now. I'm standing meters away from him, my knees are shaking as I capture every frame of his cute smiles and crescent eyes with my camera.

Click, click, click.

Reviewing my photos, I widely smile as I look into my oppa's face. He's really beautiful, I swear to God Baekhyun can be mistaken as an angel on earth. I'm exaggerarting, but I'm telling the truth right now.

The fansigning event was finished, I'm on my car behind EXO's van waiting for them to get on the vehicle. I drum my fingers patiently on my camera as I anticipate Baekhyun and Chanyeol to get out of the building.

Then I saw them.

Baekhyun walking out first with Chanyeol trailing behind him.

Their hands are intertwined.

Perfect.

I hold my camera between my hands, turn the lenses for an accurate zoom as I aim the focus on Baekhyun's bare face. He's not wearing any make up tonight. I can clearly make out the freckles and imperfections etched on his face, but to me, he's still perfect.

Baekhyun is perfect in my eyes.

And I thought I am the only one who's thinking about it, but I was wrong.

I was definitely wrong.

I knew it.

This is not the first time for me seeing Chanyeol staring at Baekhyun like he's the most precious being living in the world, like he's his light, like he's the one completing him, I know there's something special going on between the two of them I can't put a finger on.

Their gazes hold for a second, and Baekhyun slowly breaks into a cheeky grin, punching his co-member's arm with an extra glint on his pretty eyes that I only see whenever Chanyeol is around.

I watch from a far, my heart is clenching and beating so fast as if I've ran a thousand miles. The van disappears in front of my eyes, I am sitting alone in my car, awestruck.

The look they threw to each other leaves me breathless and speechless. An unexplainable warm feeling settles around my stomach.

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One thing other fans don't know is that, when you're rich, you have the edge among those who are not. Seeing them wear the presents I give to Chanyeol and Baekhyun makes my heart melt.

I'm beyond glad that my OTP is wearing the couple hoodies I gave them last week I could cry all day from happy tears.

My friends are asking me why I ship Chanyeol and Baekhyun when it is cleary obvious they are both males. I pay them no mind, because truth to be told, they don't know a thing.

They don't know a single thing.

The possibility that Chanyeol and Baekhyun has something special beyond friendship strikes my mind always, and being an eager and probably a hardcore fan, the urge to know the truth arises on me while I'm waiting for MBC to let us in.

I have money as I've said earlier. I can do what I want and I have the advantage. Sneaking into the VIP entrance, I pay the guards and the station's staffs to allow me to get inside the studio before Pre-recording.

Without a sweat, I'm here. Standing and lazing around the studio with the other staffs, oblivious that a fan just entered their abode. No one here knows that I can expose what EXO is doing right now on stage with just one click of my camera.

But no, I have no plans on doing that, I'm not that worst of a fan.

My goal is simple.

I am here for my OTP.

I am here to investigate. Crazy, right? Crazy you call me, but I swear you're going to eat dust when I prove to you ChanBaek is real.

Just so you wait.

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They are done for their Love Me Right rehearsals, and Chanyeol and Baekhyun are nowhere to be found.

Shit, I've slept. I stayed up last night editing the photos and uploading them on Tumblr and Twitter for the EXO'lution in Japan last week.

I shouldn't have let my guards down.

I stand up from my seat, walking around the crowdy studio in attempt to find any EXO members, because all I see here are some trainees, Bigbang, SHINee, SNSD, APink, BTS and is that SM Rookies?

I don't really give a damn about them. I'm sorry, it's just that, EXO is my life and that's it.

As I am walking aimlessly, though I already memorized this place like the back of my hand, I see one of EXO's managers. Fortunately.

So, without another thought, I follow him quietly. This isn't new for me, since I've done this countless times before, and all those times, I never got caught. I think I have a talent of not getting easily caught.

The manager brings me to a dressing room. I pause on my tracks, letting the man go in first before he closes the door securely. If I entered the room, I know I'll be going overboard. This is my limit. And I shouldn't go beyond that.

So I wait outside, sitting on a bench in front of the room as I pretend to play with my phone. People pass by in front of me, artists or just staffs. And as minutes go by, I'm getting impatient. What's taking them so long? Why aren't they coming out yet? Is there something happening inside?

Looking around, I stand and walk towards the door. I hesitate to hold the knob so I decided to just press my ear on the door.

And the door quickly opens with a light click.

I startle, as if my heart had dropped to the ground.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" EXO's manager asks me, a bothered look across his face.

Since I'm not that dumb and I'm smart enough for an average fangirl, I just smile, pretending to look mature and sophisticated as I can be.

"I'm the make up artist and I just... want to know if.. the boys are done with their make ups?" I try, willing away the panic in my nerves. "I was called in for the final retouches."

The manager furrows his eyebrows, and I gulp. If this man won't buy it, then I'm dead meat.

But luckily, he bought my alibi.

"The others are done retouching except from Baekhyun and Chanyeol," he says, and the words ring a bell in my ears. I pretend not to get excited and curious about it.

"Why?" I ask nonchalantly, looking at my watch which I don't bother to actually check the time. "The show is about to start."

"I'm quite busy so why don't you just go in and check them out yourself." The man walks past me without sparing me another glance like he really trusts me and believes me I'm a real make up artist. I feel bad about it, though, but I would be lying if I'm not nervously excited about this.

I'm going to see my OTP.

Alone. Me. And. Them.

Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

Shit, I'm shaking I could pass out.

I closed the door behind me, oh so softly, to make no signs of any noise, only the fast beating of my heart. The room is cold because of the air condition and it is also spacious in here, there are two big mirrors facing each other, and a wardrobe which I guess contains EXO's clothes and costumes.

I walk along the tiled floor, slowly, anxiously, as I hold my camera which is as small as my palm, to not get attention. The room smells perfume and hair gel, and it is surprisingly quiet save for the faint noise of music outside.

Is my OTP really here? Is there actually anyone out there? What if that man was just bluffing me and this is a kind of trap to get me into jail because of trespassing. I don't want to go to jail, I want to see EXO get married first then I can rest in peace.

"--force yourself to much. If you can't do it, then don't."

"You know I can't do that. The fans are waiting, I can't let them down."

My heart stops beating. That was their voice. I can't be mistaken. That was Chanyeol and Baekhyun's voice and they are talking about something.

I step back, standing behind the long and thick curtain to hide myself enough for my right eye to peek through.

"You're really stubborn. You're not listening to me," Chanyeol sighs, massaging his temples. I feel a sudden pang inside my chest seeing Baekhyun bowing his head down on the desk. His arms are folded on top of the desk as a pillow for his forehead to lean on. I can see Chanyeol's eyes flare with worry and anger as he kicks the chair Baekhyun is sitting on.

What's happening, are they fighting?

"Get up, don't let them know you're sick. I'll be right by your side," Chanyeol says still mad, as he looks on the other direction. Baekhyun gets up to his feet, holding Chanyeol's arm for support for him not to collapse.

Fuck. Baekhyun is fucking sick! You fucking son of a bitch, don't perform if you're not feeling well! I want to pull my hair and shout at him, but here I am, I can't do anything I want to cry.

"Thank you," Baekhyun says weakly, and my heart feels like it is being ripped into two.

Baekhyun tries to walk, but he trips to his own feet, probably he's too dizzy to stand, and Chanyeol quickly holds him by the arm for support. Baekhyun pushes him away but with no force, as Chanyeol still clutches him tightly.

"Chanyeol, let go," Baekhyun begs, and I can hear his voice, broken and hoarse. Fuck, how can you fucking sing with that voice. Just listen to Chanyeol, Baekhyun. Stop making things hard for you.

"I won't let you go. You can't even fucking stand!"

Did I just hear Chanyeol curse? The only time I saw him angry was on EXO next door, and right now, he's really exasperated. He really cares for Baekhyun so much. The look in his eyes tells me he is so much worried, that he would rather be with Baekhyun right now than to perform on stage without him.

My heart is breaking into pieces I don't know if from pain or happiness.

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says in a calm voice as he helps Baekhyun to sit down again on the swivel chair. "Just listen to me this once. Please don't do this. Don't perform not because you can't, but because I told you not to."

"And why should I listen to you? You're not my mother."

"But I'm Chanyeol. And I worry about you."

Baekhyun gently leans his head against Chanyeol's shoulder as he closes his eyes, while Chanyeol pats the shorter's back affectionately. My hand is itching to set my camera and take a picture of this very moment, but I can't move a single finger. I'm just staring at them, just a few feet away from Chanyeol and Baekhyun I can hear them breathe.

This is so perfect, when Baekhyun lifts his head up, his eyes covered by his bangs as Chanyeol feels his temperature with his palm. I take note on how Baekhyun's face is pale, and I can't help but wonder if he's eating properly.

"I feel like throwing up."

"You're like a pregnant woman I'm taking care of every morning."

"What if I'm really pregnant."

I can feel my cheeks go warm hearing their conversation. The way they joke around each other makes me think different things in my polluted mind.

"We're not doing anything yet. What pregnant are you talking about?"

"Can hugging and kissing makes a person pregnant?"

WHAT.

Fuck, did I hear that just right?

Fucking shit. I think my ovaries would explode.

"No, Baekhyun."

"But what if I'm carrying your child."

"Then I'll take responsibility."

Okay--

I can't breathe.

Just.

Am I dreaming!?

Are they--

I pinch my arm, and shit it hurts! Ouch.

"Chanyeol, I think someone is here with us.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Oh god. What to do? I try to sink myself into the tiny space and be one with the wall. I hold my breath for a while, silently praying Chanyeol won't see me here. I hear footsteps walking towards my general direction, and a shadow becoming closer to me.

And closer.

And closer--

I'm done.

"The show is cancelled!!! They said they will be moving our performance tomorrow, we're not on the list."

I release my breath, slowly. My heart is rapidly thumping inside my ribacage and it's a miracle I haven't passed out yet. Thank you, manager-nim.

"So how's Baekhyun feeling?"

"He needs rest, he said he's pregnant."

The manager laughs. "That's impossible, unless you two are a couple, and Baekhyun is a girl."

"We're just kidding, hyung-nim. Why are you taking it seriously?"

But it's not a joke for me, Chanyeol, I want to say out loud. You played with my heart, I hate you.

"Just get married," their manager says with a chuckle, and I nod in agreement.

I didn't exactly remember how I got out of the dressing room. But it was indeed a painful process, that I hid and ran for me not to get caught.

All I know is that, even their conversation was just a joke for them, and just a fun for everybody, I can trace the truth in their eyes, as they look at each other with unlabeled right and relationship.

The looks of I will always be here for you no matter what, that's enough for me to know that what lies behind Chanyeol and Baekhyun is real.

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I didn't get anything for my camera. No pictures taken. No videos. Sighing, I go back to my car and rest my head against the glass. I should've recorded their conversation earlier for remembrance's sake.

I see Chanyeol and Baekhyun walking out of the building with the rest of the members again, but this time, Baekhyun is with Minseok while Chanyeol is with Sehun. They get on the van so I start my car and put it on drive, following them.

Now I think I'm really a sasaeng fan, I follow EXO everyday 24/7.

Thinking that the van will just head back to their dorms, I prove myself wrong, when I see the van stops in front of Viva Polo.

Are they going to eat tonight?

I also stop my car few meters away from EXO' s van when I see Chanyeol and Baekhyun getting down the vehicle. They enter the restaurant, both of them wearing black face masks for the people not to recognize them. It's also dark though, and without those masks, it's still hard to know if they're EXO's Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

I guess they're just making sure.

They both greet Chanyeol's mom politely and head towards a table at the very corner of the resto. I choose a table three meters away from them. To not get suspected, I also ordered food since I'm really hungry anyway.

When the two of them think no one is looking, I start observing.

I certainly see with my 20/20 visioned-eyes behind a book I'm holding, how Chanyeol put his nose against Baekhyun's shoulder as if he's sniffing and smelling Baekhyun's shirt and shit that was fucking cute I want to die.

At the corner of my peripheral vision, I observe Baekhyun, he's just sitting quietly as he busies himslef with his phone, which was given by Polarlight, I know. He just groans, ignoring Chanyeol by his side who's now playing with his fluffy hair.

My heart is beating so fast just like earlier, and I'm sure my face could crack into two because of my wide smile hidden behind my hand. Moments later, their food comes, as well as mine, and they start digging in. I slowly eat my food, watching the two feed themselves romantically.

What the actual fuck.

You have your own two hands, Chanyeol and Baekhyun, for Pete's sake. Chanyeol picks up a meat on his plate and puts it on Baekhyun's mouth which Baekhyun accepts happily as he stretches his mouth wide. They both laugh, slapping each other's arms and bumping each other's shoulders like they are trapped in their own little world.

And I am here, enjoying this beautiful sight. I smirk.

"Your head still hurt?" I read Chanyeol's lips say.

"Not anymore. I'm fine now," smiling, Baekhyun says back, leaning his forehead against Chanyeol's mouth for the taller to press a light kiss against it. Chanyeol holds Baekhyun's chin slowly, lifting it up to swiftly kiss Baekhyun's pouted lips very quickly like a flash of lighting, so fast it finished after I just blinked a millisecond--

Wait--

Shit.

What did I just see.

Did Chanyeol just kiss--

Fuck, I think I'm going to cry now.

"Better?" Chanyeol asks Baekhyun as he brushes Baekhyun's fringe. Baekhyun nods, then he stuffs Chanyeol's mouth with a kimchi.

What was that.

What the fuck was that.

My OTP just--

Did they just kissed in front of my fucking eyes!?

I hold down the book I am fake reading and turn to look at Chanyeol and Baekhyun, and I swear they're going to know that someone is watching them now. But I don't think about it this time, I just want to see that again, in front of my very eyes.

Without a book.

With just Chanyeol and Baekhyun doing it again in front of me.

Baekhyun is the first to notice me, his eyes go large. I don't think if he knows me or remembers me by my face when I take pictures of him during concerts, but now I don't really care.

He tugs Chanyeol's sleeve without bothering to take off his eyes on me, and I feel like squealing and jumping from the roof to die because fuck, Byun Baekhyun is looking at me, his eyes, his beautiful eyes are looking at me now. Oh god. My oppa is looking at me.

And he seems to be panicking.

And that is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my whole life.

Baekhyun is tugging Chanyeol's shirt as he whispers to Chanyeol, then Chanyeol turns to look at me as well, his round eyes staring back at me widely.

And fucking shit. My fucking OTP is looking at me.

ChanBaek is staring at me.

My precious ChanBaek is staring at me.

I can't breathe, my lungs are getting constricted as the two greatest persons of my life have now their eyes aimed at me, as if they are scanning my whole being, and I feel very small and so flustered that I want to hide on a hole and rest there in peace forever.

Chanyeol smiles at me, and shit, I can see rainbows everywhere. Because this is Park Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol is now beaming at me, showcasing pearly white teeth and his blinding smile I could lose my sight any minute from now.

Still looking at me, Baekhyun holds one finger, his index finger close to his pursed lips-- a sign, a gesture, of telling me to keep quiet, keep your mouth shut, don't tell anyone about what you saw.

And wordlessly, I just find myself nodding at Baekhyun, still wide eyes, as I stare at him who's now breaking into a tiny smile that has my heart melting into my feet like a puddle of goo.

Looking back to my own food, I start to think to myself. I'm still astounded, dumbstruck, by what just happened.

So that was it. So that was what they are.

It's not just an act to please the people they need to please. It's the real them, their special friendship that has gone past the limits of comfort zone and awkwardness.

So that's what Chanyeol and Baekhyun are. They are genuinely real.

I am a living proof that ChanBaek is not just a couple name. What lies behind my OTP is an unspoken truth that I'll keep inside my heart, together with the one who is reading this right now.

I still got no pictures, though.

But I have them saved in my mind, and that's enough.

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