You people will finally get some proper ChanBaek fluff. <3

(Say the name!)

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As soon as the bell rings, Baekhyun jumps out of his seat and dashes out the door, excited to see Chanyeol again, even though it had only been an hour since English. He already missed his touch, his scent, and the goofy grin that appeared on his face. The brunet spots Chanyeol's fiery hair and runs towards it, eager to be with him again. "Yeol!" Baekhyun crashes his body against Chanyeol's warm chest, arms wrapping around the giant's waist as he squeezes him in a bone crushing hug. "How are you?"

This causes the students in the hall—and there were a lot of students—to stop and gawk at the sight. The rapid chatter slowly dies down, and immediately starts again. Most were girls, and most of them were appalled, if not outraged.

"What are you doing? Get away from him." One of them is brave enough to saunter over, even though Chanyeol has a huge grin on his face as he tousles the brunet's hair, clearly enjoying Baekhyun's company.

"Why should he?" Chanyeol shoots a look at the girl, turning to the side a little to shield Baekhyun from her. He wrinkles his nose slightly at the perfume—or did the girls call it body mist?— that the girl had put way too much of on. He could smell it from a meter away. Chanyeol can't understand why the girls like the stench of chemicals, he much rather prefers Baekhyun's natural scent. Speaking of, the small boy whines a little, the noise muffled by Chanyeol's clothes.

"He should not be associated with you."

"Oh, associated. Big word." Chanyeol shakes his head. "Pardon, but I believe that this school isn't a dictatorship. Kindly excuse yourself from my line of sight please."

The girl snorts and stomps away, not forgetting to flip her hair, making Chanyeol comically have a coughing fit over the hair product that the girl contaminated her hair with. Why? What is wrong with these people?

"Here, let me take your bag." Chanyeol turns his attention back to Baekhyun, tugging at his backpack.

"No, it's okay."

"Come on, I insist." Chanyeol leans down and presses his cheek against Baekhyun's hair.

"I'm okay, I promise." Baekhyun looks up, and upon seeing the huge grin and precious eye smile, Chanyeol stops trying to convince the brunet.

"Come on then." Chanyeol guides Baekhyun out of the school, careful to shield him from the glares.

On the bus ride home, Baekhyun texts his parents that he's going over to a friend's house—Baekhyun hopes that it won't be friend before long—and after getting off the bus, the two take right to Chanyeol's mansion-like house.

This time, Baekhyun is awake and conscious of his surroundings, so the mere sight of the residence stops him in his tracks. "This is...this is your house!?"

"Don't be so shocked, it's not like you've never seen my room before." Chanyeol hugs the small boy as he unlocks the gates. The giant throws the door open and leads the brunet upstairs.

"Welcome to my ro-" Before Chanyeol can even finish his sentence, Baekhyun had already leaped onto the giant's king size bed, burying his face into one of the memory foam pillows.

"Okay... that works too."

"It's comfy!"

"I know that." Chanyeol goes over to the brunet and tackles him as he's about to get up, keeping him on the bed and pressing kisses all over his face. Baekhyun chuckles from underneath him, happily sprawled out on the bed.

"I never knew you could be so attached."

"Only for you."

"How are you so different now?"

Chanyeol smiles sadly. "I guess I should tell you." He sits up, pulling the brunet with him. "Is this okay?" The giant reaches for the hem of his top. "Can I take my shirt off? Would you mind?"

Baekhyun widens his eyes in surprise at the strange request. "Sure... I guess." He watches as Chanyeol peels his shirt off and sets it aside. The brunet's eyes land on the scars that littered Chanyeol's smooth skin, all of them at his shoulder blades and clavicle. The ones that stood out, the line of four fingernail sized scars, were the ones that Baekhyun had already seen. "Chanyeol... who did this?"

"Them," the giant spits sourly.

"That doesn't help."

"I realized that... it's just... I don't know."

"It's okay, you don't have to."

"Is that what the rubbing alcohol is for?"

"Yeah."

"You... wow... do you think they would still mess with you?"

"They wouldn't dare." Chanyeol lays back down on his bed.

Wordlessly, Baekhyun rests his head next to Chanyeol's and absentmindedly begins to trace his fingers over Chanyeol's slight abs. Chanyeol jolts upward at the sensation of Baekhyun's fingers.

"Baekhyun!" The giant tries his best to suppress his laughter.

The brunet hums, lifting his head and smiling. "You have more of a tummy than I thought," he teases.

"Don't you dare." Chanyeol cups Baekhyun face.

"What are you going to do?"

Chanyeol grabs the nearest pillow and begins to pummel the brunet with it. "This!"

Baekhyun laughs, burying his face into the comforter. "Yeol!"

"Hm?" Chanyeol stops abruptly and pulls the brunet for a kiss.

"How do you manage to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Be playful one second, then sweet the next."

"Like this?" Chanyeol resumes his one sided pillow fight.

"Yeah, like that." Baekhyun rolls out of the way of the pillow.

"I'm the Park Chanyeol. What do you expect?" The giant hints back to the beginning of their relationship.

"Okay, okay." Baekhyun sits up, hair ruffled and sticking out at random. Chanyeol coos at the look, pulling the brunet into his lap and kissing his hair. "Fix it, would you?" Baekhyun requests.

"Sure." Chanyeol carefully smooths out the caramel locks, loving the way they fell through his fingers.

"I want to style your hair every day. It's so soft."

"Let me see your hand." Chanyeol extends his left hand to the brunet.

Baekhyun rubs the calluses with the tip of his thumb. "You play more than sometimes, Yeol. Or else you wouldn't have calluses."

Chanyeol sighs, taking back his hand and carding through Baekhyun's hair. "They're from basketball," he says, pressing his lips together.

"You're lying. You always press your lips together when you lie."

"You notice?"

"Yes Chanyeol, I notice all the little details." Baekhyun pokes Chanyeol dimple. "Every last one."

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I'm sorry, but if the airheads in my class think that 'analyze' is a big word, then society is going down the drain... -_-;

I HAVE BAD NEWS.

This book is ending soon. I'm predicting five more chapters, two of which (the very end) have all ready been written. (Thank goodness!) So be prepared to let this universe go soon. And pat yourself on the back for reading this up until now! For putting up with my sight inconsistencies and my never-ending rambling. I love you, my unnies! (You are probably my unnie.)

Sincerely,

Your rambling maknae. :D

IMPORTANT NOTICE!

On Wednesday (3/14) and Thursday (3/15) I will have very minimal time to write. Our grade is going on an overnight field trip. Don't be surprised if no updates come out on Friday (3/16). I will try to make them up ASAP. I might be updating on the weekends, so keep an eye out. Of course, this is all speculation.

And I'm getting sick. My nose has been running nonstop all day. I better be well enough by tomorrow I swear-

SYA will be updated later today.

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