"Oh"

"Oh?" Chanyeol repeated as he stepped through a examined the small apartment.

"Oh nothing" Baekhyun said. Luckily, he wasn't actually that much of a messy person and although there were a few things lying around on the floor (which Baekhyun picked up quickly) the house was pretty much clean-ish.
"Sorry it's not the best" he said shyly as he chucked the collected items to the side on a random chair and turning around to Chanyeol, who happened to be grinning.

"It's cute" he said, eyes on Baekhyun, "cute and small, just like someone I know actually"

"Oh" Baekhyun chuckled awkwardly, what was that supposed to mean?

"Oh again?" Chanyeol laughed.

"Would you like something to drink?" He rushed to say, ignoring the previous comment. "I don't think I have much at the moment— but I have some juice.. or maybe some cola or.. maybe-"

"Juice sounds just fine"

Baekhyun stared at Chanyeol for a moment, in a sort of daze. Why does he look so ...good. He blinks himself out of it and nods before scurrying off to the small open kitchen. When he's at the counter, pulling out glasses from the cupboard above, Baekhyun has to take a moment to calm himself. Chanyeol is in my apartment what am I doing?

"Are you okay?" Chanyeols voice suddenly appeared next to him, causing him to flinch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said again, showing concern "But you were just standing still for a while not doing anything.."

"It's fine" Baekhyun smiled weakly "just thinking, lost track of what I was doing"

"Oh ok" Chanyeol nodded. "Do you need help?"

Baekhyun shook his head no and told Chanyeol he'll be over in a minute. Chanyeol wondered back over to his bed where a small book case stood beside it. He looked through the various books the smaller had and picked one out. When Baekhyun returned, he put the book back and happily took the drink off him. Baekhyun sat down on his bed and patted the place next to him as permission to sit down, so he complied and set himself down close to the smaller.

"I'm sorry, my place isn't big enough to put tables and chairs in" Baekhyun laughed despite sounding embarrassed.

"No need to say sorry." Chanyeol didn't care to be all that honest, he cared more about the boy sat next to him than his apartment.

The smaller sat quietly, wondering what the hell he was going to say next. Why was he acting so awkward all of a sudden? Luckily for him, Chanyeol was the first one to speak again.

"Sometimes it feels weird" He said after taking a sip of his drink. He wasn't looking at Baekhyun anymore but Baekhyun was looking at him, secretly admiring his side profile as he speaks.

"What does?" Baekhyun questions.

"How you talk to me, act with me." The taller stares at the wall across from him as he taps his glass gently.

Baekhyun removes his gaze from Chanyeol and looks away, feeling something he didn't know how to describe. He didn't really like where this conversation was going but he knew it had to appear sometime.

Chanyeol continued  "it just feels a little strange, since you didn't even want to look me in the eye before."

Why is he saying this now?

"And now I sometimes can't believe this is happening."

"I'm sorry" Baekhyun mumbled, he felt kind of awful— well not kind of.

Chanyeol finally turned his head to the boy. Baekhyun glanced up through his fringe a couple of times as he noticed him looking his way. "Baek, im not asking for an apology." He puts his drink to the side on the floor and properly faced Baekhyun, hands suddenly holding the smaller arm as he sends warmth through his gaze. "I don't blame you for anything, I promise you"

Baekhyun slowly meets his eyes with Chanyeols. He's smiling and so are his eyes. Chanyeol looks so dreamy and beautiful and Baekhyun suddenly has the urge to close the gap and kiss him. It's almost achingly hard to resist it.

"But I am sorry." He said, ignoring what his mind was telling him "I heard I didn't treat you well"

Chanyeol shrugged with a small laugh "I don't care anymore. Right now, I'm happy and you should be too."

Moments pass and Chanyeol hadn't really let go of his arm. But that wasn't what Baekhyun was worried about. It was the fact that Chanyeol was looking at his lips again.

His eyes flickered between his Baekhyuns lips and his eyes and suddenly Chanyeol was moving in.

Baekhyuns head was having a mental breakdown as, for as far as he can remember, he has never kissed anyone before who wasn't his mother or father. Boy, he has never even been close to this stage. Despite his head going crazy, Baekhyun fount himself leaning in too, edging ever so slightly closer and preparing for when their lips meet. His Heart is thumping like mad and almost wonders if Chanyeol can hear it.
Soon, Chanyeol is so close to his face, so so close that he can feel his breath on his own skin. Baekhyun swallows after realising his mouth had gone completely dry.
He still had his drink in his hand, afraid he'd suddenly drop it or even break it with how tense and nervous he was right now.

Chanyeols parted lips were nearly touching his when the ringing of someone's (Baekhyuns to be exact) phone disturbed the two , making them jump out of their skin and out of their weird moment they just shared. Baekhyun immediately pulled away and stood up, forcing Chanyeols arms to fall to the bed. After setting his drink down on a counter top, He quickly fumbled with his pockets, desperately trying to get his phone as he walked into the kitchen away from Chanyeol.

As soon as his phone was in his hand he pressed answer and held the phone to his ear, without even checking who called.

"H-hello?" Baekhyun stuttered.

"Yo Byun!" Jongdaes voice echoed through the phone. "How you doin'?"

Baekhyun tried to calm his heartbeat and his raging thoughts as he answered his friend, hoping he sounded as natural as possible "Um.. great" He said with a slight shake in his voice.

"Hey, you okay?" Jongdae asked, dropping the cheerful tone. "You sound a little off"

"No I'm fine" Baekhyun nodded as if he could convince himself it was true.

"Ok... well anyway, I was wondering what you had planned for tomorrow?"

Baekhyun twisted his head just enough to look over his shoulder at his guest. Chanyeol sat in the same place with his hands in his lap. God I'm so stupid, what am I doing?!

"Um, im not sure why?" He replied , facing the cupboards once more.

"I want you to come to mine for a party!"

"A party?"

"Yeah, it will be fun"

"I'm sure.." Baekhyun faded off as he was all too busy thinking of what he was going to do after he ends this phone call.

"You don't sound so interested?"

"I'm sorry, I've just.." he lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Got things going on right now"

"Well, I'll ask you again tomorrow so clear your schedule tonight!"

"Oh okay"

"Bye!!"

"Bye.." Baekhyun bit his lip and let Jongdae end the call. God, he was so nervous.

How am I not going to make this awkward?

We nearly kissed..

Oh my god

He took one deep breath in before turning around on his heels and returning to where Chanyeol was sat. Chanyeol noticed he was coming as he looked up and opened his mouth to say something.

"Sorry" Baekhyun interrupted, not noticing his cheeks were pink. "It–it was, uh, Jongdae.."

"Ah" Chanyeol simply said, averting his eyes again.

The room falls silent and Baekhyun sits on the bed again, but this time he sits on the edge so there is a distance between them. Baekhyun has a strange feeling of guilt inside of him, thinking that maybe it would have been better if he had just kissed himself anyway, regardless of his phone ringing or not.

However, that wasn't even the most important point about what just happened, because what is was the fact that Chanyeol was about to goddamn kiss him. Chanyeol wanted to kiss him. Chanyeol had thought about kissing him too and leant in to try and make the move. Chanyeol liked him enough to want to kiss him. Chanyeol liked him.

Chanyeol likes me

He wants to kiss me

"I'm sorry, I should probably leave"

"What?" Baekhyun faced the taller who was already standing. "Oh- I mean, uh, Of course—if you want to"

Chanyeol gives a small smile before saying "enjoy your night, Baekhyun"

"Ah,..yeah" was all he could manage.

When Chanyeol begins to walk to the door, he realised he should probably get up and see him off. Baekhyun stood at the door way as Chanyeol walked down the steps and away from the house. The taller looked back to say "goodnight" before he  disappeared out of sight.

He sighed, closed the door and then ran to his bed. Flopping down, stomach first and face squished into the quilt, Baekhyun questioned his existence.

This is the worst,

I'm the worst!

Baekhyun kicked his legs and let out the most exaggerated groan he's ever done. For the rest of the night he tortured himself thinking about all the other ways that night could have turned out, all significantly better than the real thing.

Why didn't I goddamn kiss him!?