baekhyun/luna → pg, 4039 words
a/n: uh, so hi? after... disappearing for like 3 months BUT UNIVERSITY KILLED ME AND SOBS, okay well I now am on 5 weeks of winter break (crazy, right?) and this was supposed to be drabble since I was having writer's block from another fic AND THIS MONSTROSITY IS 4k WORDS LONG AND IDEK ANYMORE, IS THERE EVEN A PLOT?! *squints* I'd also like to apologize if there are any grammar mistakes because ugh, I just wanted to finish this and after throwing a few tantrums about writing this the past 4 days I am just glad it's done. feel free to murder me in my sleep. but yes, I'd like to thank elle (wintercreamed) and ara (platinumpair) for putting up with my tweets and telling me to go write and giving me ideas to work with. and thank you lee for your support, ilu bby girl <3
blaming you keri for spawning this pairing. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT.
“You know you look really stupid with your tongue hanging out of your mouth like that. The ladies don’t find that attractive, unless that’s one of their kinks but that’s beside the point,” Jongin remarks as he taps his pen against his bottom lip, eyes never leaving the text book nestled on his lap.
Baekhyun frowns, eyebrows knitting together as he shoots daggers at the younger man. The two of them were currently in the library in an attempt to study for final exams. It was nearly six in the evening, the coffees they purchased after a late lunch already cold.
Baekhyun lets out a light scoff, right hand tossing the pen he was holding. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Jongin.”
Jongin arcs an eyebrow at him, gaze momentarily fixed on the light blush making its way across Baekhyun’s pale cheeks.
“You know hyung, if you’re going to become her stalker or something the least you could do is be more discreet. I’m sure she’ll find your drooling habit very sexy.”
Jongin cackles as Baekhyun unsuccessfully launches a paper ball of last week’s physics homework at his head.
Minutes pass as Jongin finally calms himself down enough to stop disturbing the other students within hearing distance. A light pat on Baekhyun’s left shoulder has him jumping out of his chair; hand on chest as he nearly squeaks at Chanyeol’s sudden appearance. Jongin’s snickering into his palm again.
Chanyeol stares at Baekhyun’s face for a few moments, curiosity evident on his features but he doesn’t mention anything as he tosses a brown paper bag onto the table.
“Dinner, I guess?” is the only thing Chanyeol manages to get out when Jongin rips the paper and grins like a Cheshire cat. Donuts, again.
Baekhyun lets out an exasperated sigh as he slides down in his seat, calculus book covering his face.
Chanyeol takes a seat next to him, throwing a comforting arm around his shoulders as he smiles his toothy grin.
“Oh god Chanyeol, you seriously need to control your facial features sometimes. You look like a creep and it’s scaring me,” Jongin spats in distaste, his face twisted up in an expression that looks like a cross between disgust and disapproval.
Chanyeol widens his eyes a bit more in response, “and yet all the ladies love my face? I mean really Jongin I may not be as popular as you are but I have my fair share of fans.”
Jongin dismisses Chanyeol’s statement with a wave of his hand; eyes now back to roaming the text book in his lap. Baekhyun thinks it’s a history book but he can’t be sure.
“You’re staring again,” Chanyeol whispers, warm breath fanning out against the sensitive skin along his neck.
“No I’m not,” is Baekhyun’s meek retort.
Chanyeol puts some distance between the two of them again, hands busily rummaging through his backpack for whatever subject he was going to study for tonight.
“You should really fix that staring habit of yours Baekhyun, it’s kind of weird if she notices that you’ve been focused on her for the last twenty or so minutes,” Chanyeol nonchalantly remarks, his face nearly buried in his backpack now.
Baekhyun attempts to splutter a response but only a stream of incomplete sentences and “I don’t know what you’re talking about” manages to sound coherent.
Chanyeol stops sifting through his stuff, sitting up and turning to face Baekhyun.
Baekhyun turns a shade of bright red and busies himself with his psychology text book, eyes firmly glued to the pages.
Baekhyun really hates talking about himself, especially when it concerns personal worries and matters that only he should know about. Of course that proves to be difficult when he shares an apartment with five other guys but he makes do with the quiet when, for once, everyone has plans.
He relishes in the quiet and he’s grateful that there’s no bickering or the clanking of cooking pans down the hall. Though he likes the silence it just doesn’t feel right, and Baekhyun doesn’t like the odd feeling he has in his gut so at nearly midnight he treks across campus to the library, feet leaving footprints in the snow.
The library is dim, the lights turned down to a warm yellow since barely anyone uses it this late. Baekhyun finds his table, the one that he usually occupies with Jongin, and pulls out his laptop. Maybe he could get ahead for once and get some of his paper done. Or something productive like that.
Baekhyun lets out an aggravated groan. The word document he’s had opened for the past hour only has the MLA heading and he feels the sudden urge to chuck the darn device across the room. Hands come up to distort and stretch his face, his mind in utter agony and overloaded with thoughts.
He really is hopeless when it comes to starting on papers. Baekhyun’s used to Kyungsoo helping him get the ball rolling and maybe it’s time that he loses that crutch. He shudders at the thought.
Eventually Baekhyun puts his forehead against the cool wood of the table as he attempts to do breathing exercises to calm himself down and to prevent himself from having a complete mental breakdown. Baekhyun’s nearly fallen asleep, eyes drooping, when there’s a loud clattering sound from a few bookshelves down. He sits upright, senses fully alert. How embarrassing would it be if he was murdered in the library because he was sleeping?
Baekhyun slowly eases himself out of his chair, taking a lot of effort to keep his footsteps muffled as he inches toward the source of the noise, his pen in one hand and his heavy Korean literature text book clutched to his chest. He takes a deep breath to calm his jittering nerves and takes a peek around the corner, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
What he wasn’t expecting was the shock of blonde hair that comes into view, clearly female, and her back was turned as she attempted to collect all the scattered books on the floor. Baekhyun’s not exactly sure about what he’s supposed to think since clearly she wasn’t a psycho killer who likes murdering unsuspecting people in libraries late at night.
Maybe he needs to lay off the late night coffee.
Instead Baekhyun clears his throat in an attempt to get her attention and she freezes, the book in her grasp hits the floor again with a soft thump. She turns hesitantly, her hair in slight disarray, and Baekhyun has to take a step back. He’s in utter shock, and if he was scared before he’s absolutely terrified now.
He’s face to face with Park Sunyoung and he’s wearing his pajamas. Baekhyun wants to crawl under a rock now, but the relief on Sunyoung’s face relaxes him a tad bit.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to disturb you? I was just…” Sunyoung’s voice trails off when she notices Baekhyun’s uncomfortable expression.
She smiles at him awkwardly and he instantly feels bad for making her feel that way. Baekhyun’s never been good with females or strangers in general. He gets a lot of crap about it, especially from Jongin (it’s always Jongin, isn’t it?)
“Ah, uh. Um?” Baekhyun manages to stutter out, forcing a relatively normal looking smile onto his face (he hopes.) His cheeks hurt from the effort.
Sunyoung shrugs, the awkward smile on her face disappears as her eyes turn into crescent moons, a genuine smile lighting up her face. Baekhyun’s heart palpitates and he tries not to faint on the spot.
“I’m Park Sunyoung,” Sunyoung chirps cheerfully, “What’s your name?”
Her eyes sparkle and Baekhyun tries not to stare at her face too much. “Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun.”
“Baekhyun?” Sunyoung repeats as she crouches down to pick up the remaining books.
“I like your name, Baekhyun. It’s nice.”
Baekhyun mentally screams from joy.
“Um, thanks? Sunyoung. I like your name too?” He wants to kill himself when she stands upright again, another blinding smile donning her features.
“Haha, thanks. I don’t like it all that much though to be honest,” Sunyoung murmurs, eyes suddenly downcast.
Baekhyun coughs again as silence starts to stretch between the two of them. She eyes the text book in his hand but says nothing as she places the books back onto the shelf.
“So what are you doing at the library at nearly two in the morning?”
She’s focused her undivided attention on him now, her eyes gazing into his and suddenly Baekhyun thinks the library is too stuffy and he’s starting to sweat a bit.
“I was… trying to get some work done but that didn’t really work out to well.” He gives her a sheepish smile.
Sunyoung blinks a few times, head cocking slightly to one side as she continues to observe him. Baekhyun squirms under her scrutiny, hand clutching his text book a little tighter.
“What kind of work?” Sunyoung questions lightly. Her hands start fiddling with the hem of her shirt, probably a nervous habit of hers Baekhyun notes.
He stutters a bit, “just a paper. Nothing too major?”
The last part comes out as a question and Sunyoung laughs; it’s a merry giggle that’s similar to bells ringing and soon enough he’s laughing with her though he’s not certain as to why.
Sunyoung’s always had that effect on people, making anyone and everyone comfortable in their own skin.
The two of them continue to chit chat as Baekhyun leads Sunyoung to his table and throws random tidbits about himself and his friends (more specifically Jongin, Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo.) Sunyoung takes absorbs everything in stride, eyes raking over the disarray of Baekhyun’s papers and the laptop that has now gone into sleep mode.
Minutes morph into nearly an hour and they’re still talking about random stuff. This time it’s about Sunyoung’s roommate, Lee Jieun, and her odd habit of singing in her sleep. Baekhyun also finds out that Sunyoung is majoring in music, specifically as a vocal major, and that she hopes to be able to teach children one day.
Eventually Sunyoung offers to help him with his paper and Baekhyun breathes a sigh of relief, the weight on his shoulders disappearing and he feels a bit more relaxed with her around.
It’s a nervous tingling feeling at the pit of his stomach but he chooses to ignore it promptly deciding to focus on getting started on his paper, finally, especially since it was three in the morning on a Saturday.
Sunyoung calls him a busy body a few weeks later, via text after he somehow (albeit awkwardly) asked for her phone number when they ran into each other the day after their meeting in the library. He was with Joonmyun at the time and the older male nods graciously at Sunyoung as she flashes him another one of her sunshine-bright smiles.
After Sunyoung skips away with a wave over her shoulder Joonmyun turns to Baekhyun, a smile curving his lips in a way that makes the younger male feel slightly uncomfortable.
“She seems like a keeper,” he states.
Baekhyun stares back at him like he’s some nutcase. Joonmyun just rolls his eyes.
Another week passes by and Baekhyun is nearly scared out of his socks when Chanyeol texts him “Emergency!!!! Hurry to the library, its important!!!!!”
Five minutes later he comes barreling throw the glass sliding doors, hair winded back and gasping for breath as Baekhyun hurriedly makes his way back to the nook he usually frequents. It’s not until he arrives and unceremoniously plops down into one of the chairs that he notices Sunyoung sitting next to Chanyeol, eyes wide as she watches him in slight shock.
Baekhyun shoots Chanyeol a look, who’s grinning like a cat that got the cream, and he notes the casual arm slung across the back of Sunyoung’s chair. His eyebrow twitches in slight annoyance.
“Oh, Baekhyun, you’re here,” Chanyeol comments casually, eyes lingering on Baekhyun’s face for a moment as he turns his gaze on to Sunyoung. She smiles awkwardly, visibly uncomfortable.
“I got your text,” Baekhyun gruffly replies.
Chanyeol nods in his general direction as he continues with his little monologue. “So Sunyoung here, I’m sure you guys have met,” Chanyeol gestures a hand between the two of them. Sunyoung nods politely, smile still in place.
“Anyways, Sunyoung was helping me with some homework. Thanks, by the way,” Chanyeol comments, flashing one of his bright and non-creeper smiles at her.
Sunyoung swallows, “Ah, it’s no problem at all…” Her voice trails off and Baekhyun really wants to punch his best friend in the face, or strangle him. Maybe both.
Baekhyun shoots him a glare that instantaneously shuts Chanyeol’s trap before he begins on another one of his pointless rambles about nothing. Chanyeol nervously takes a look at his watch and mutters a rather loud “oh, well look at the time. I must be off!” and Baekhyun swears that he’s been watching too many movies in that stupid film class he decided to take. He doesn’t say anything as Chanyeol repeatedly thanks Sunyoung for her gracious help as he haphazardly stuffs his things back into his bag and dashes behind a few book shelves.
He finally lets out the breath he was unconsciously holding, blowing a few strands of hair away from his face as his eyes focus on the ceiling. Sunyoung laughs, or something, since her hand his muffling the noise that’s coming from her mouth and Baekhyun smiles at her in a fashion that he hopes conveys that he’s sorry and embarrassed about Chanyeol.
Sunyoung’s fanning herself with a few of her papers once she regains her bearings, muttering something about how Chanyeol “is really, really different” and Baekhyun thanks the heavens for blessing him and that he promises to do his laundry more than once every two weeks.
“I, uh,” Baekhyun stutters as he twiddles his thumbs, “about that he’s my best friend and uh, I’m sorry?” He sounds lame and he internally cringes when Sunyoung starts chuckling again.
“It’s fine, he’s just… unexpected? Hyper?” Sunyoung says thoughtfully, a pencil tapping at her bottom lip.
Baekhyun clears his throat, still unsure of how to interact with anyone outside of his group of oddball friends. He has always been awkward with people, especially females, but Sunyoung takes the cake because she’s an attractive female with lots of amazing qualities and attributes that make Baekhyun want to bang his head against the wall. How can such a person like Park Sunyoung be talking to him, of all people. Maybe fate has blessed him, or cursed him. He has no idea.
While Baekhyun is suddenly lost in a sea of overthinking, Sunyoung sits there patiently as she quietly observes him. He’s cute is her conclusion, awkwardly so, but cute. She smiles happily as Baekhyun starts blinking rapidly, eyes coming back into focus as he pulls himself out of his thoughts.
Sunyoung doesn’t say anything as she continues to observe, her head resting against the palm of her hand. He shrugs out of his jacket, revealing a white button up shirt and Sunyoung is slightly impressed. Their first meeting with Baekhyun in his pajamas and a heavy text book in hand still fresh in her memory.
“I think I like her,” Baekhyun blurts out of the blue one morning, eyes focused on something far away as he mindlessly pokes at the generic cafeteria food.
“Oh, really? Who?” Kyungsoo hums as he takes a sip from his starbucks.
“Are you sure about that?” Jongin butts in. “I mean, really? Is this actually happening? You’re really awkward in general, hyung; I’m surprised you even have her number,” He adds as an afterthought.
Baekhyun scowls at him, his attention solely focused on boring imaginary holes into Jongin’s face.
“Park Sunyoung, the vocal major he met in the library on that fateful Friday night a few weeks ago,” emphasis on fateful, as Chanyeol answers Kyungsoo’s question for him.
“Oh,” Kyungsoo replies, a knowing look dawning his features. “We went to high school together.”
Baekhyun shifts in his seat, now completely leaning across the table and into Kyungsoo’s personal space. His eyes are wide with shock; no words are able to form so Baekhyun resorts to flailing his arms around and nearly smacking Chanyeol in the face. He’s not sorry.
Yeah, she’s an amazing singer. Our choir teacher said she had a lot of potential so she started taking vocal lessons and eventually those really did help her in the long run. She’s here on a scholarship. She also got the lead solo for our final choir concert, gave me the chills. I think my dad may have a video of it at home somewhere. Anyways, she has a twin sister, and an older brother I believe. As far as I know she’s only ever had one boyfriend, Lee Jinki, but they broke up a few months after he left for university. Her best friends are Lee Jieun, who’s also majoring in music, and Park Jiyeon, a theatre major.
Baekhyun really wishes he had talked to Kyungsoo about Sunyoung sooner. Apparently the two of them are close, like really close, when she walks into the cafeteria a few minutes after Kyungsoo’s speech filled with lots of information and takes a seat right next to him, across from Baekhyun.
He wants to melt into a puddle when Sunyoung’s friend (Jieun, was it?) takes the empty seat next to him. Apparently everyone knows everyone except for Baekhyun and he feels really stupid that he wants to return to his dorm room and bury himself in his bed for eternity.
At least Lee Jieun is nice and now Baekhyun has two female friends that he can actually converse with. Jongin looks proud, besides the cocky smirk on his face.
Baekhyun thinks the heavens hate him now since everywhere he goes and every corner he turns he always sees Kyungsoo and Sunyoung together. Always. And it doesn’t help how Jongdae is almost always with them, along with Jieun, and how the four of them make up this group of happiness and no, he’s not jealous. He’s really not jealous.
The occasional need to ram his head against the wall has multiplied tenfold now that one of his close friends (Kyungsoo) is actually really close to his, er, female acquaintance.
“I’m not jealous,” Baekhyun chants under his breath when he sees Kyungsoo and Sunyoung together for the umpteenth time that day, feet quickly scuffing against the ground as he hastily heads to his next class ridiculously early.
It’s not until Sunyoung corners him in an abandoned hallway in the music department that he realizes that he’s been avoiding her for the past few days and the look on her face tells him that she’s not happy. Baekhyun decides to keep his mouth shut because yeah, sure, he knows Sunyoung but he doesn’t know what could or would happen if he did something stupid. He’s scared that she won’t ever talk to him again, until he remembers that he was the one avoiding her in the first place. He hates thinking.
Sunyoung crosses her arms as she stares at his face and Baekhyun shifts from one foot to the other, gaze stubbornly fixed on the ground. Sunyoung may be a whole head shorter than himself but she can be intimidating when she wants to be, like right now.
She calmly asks “Why have you been avoiding me?”
It’s even scarier than what he had expected because she’s calm and not outright yelling at him.
Baekhyun barely spits out an “Um?” and Sunyoung rolls her eyes, clearly not having any of it. He audibly gulps.
“Do you have a reason because I really do hope it’s a good one, Byun Baekhyun,” Sunyoung nearly hisses, her emotions unreadable.
He gawks when their eyes meet. And trips over his words as an intelligible stream of “I’m sorry” muddled with a bunch of bullshit excuses come tumbling out of his mouth. He’s running out of breath and Baekhyun’s almost certain his face is an unattractive shade of red as Sunyoung just blinks at him, so he continues with his rambling and mentally kicks himself when he finally shuts up.
Sunyoung just rakes over his form, noting the artfully messy hair, the stack of papers he’s clutching to his chest, and the hastily thrown on jacket.
“Do you like me or something?”
She certainly doesn’t beat around the bush Baekhyun mentally remarks as he keeps his mouth firmly shut. Sunyoung fixes her gaze on him (is that a glare?) when he remains silent.
Baekhyun was hoping, praying even, that she would just drop the subject but the light tapping of her foot and her stern posture says otherwise. He lets out an exasperated sigh, his body slumping slightly as he runs a hand through his already mussed hair.
“I, uh, maybe? I mean I think I do?” Baekhyun hesitates.
He really wants to crawl under a rock and die now.
At least she isn’t glaring at him now but Sunyoung looks oddly expressionless and Baekhyun breaks out into a cold sweat. This is certainly not how he imagined he was going to confess but then again he’s always been shy and maybe a wimp when it comes to relationships in general. His first kiss was because of a dare, after all.
On second thought, he wants to throw himself onto the surface of the sun and burn to death because Sunyoung starts inching closer.
The action is sudden and somehow Baekhyun’s enveloped in a warm embrace, blonde and brown strands of hair tickling his face as he tries to process what the hell just happened. He feels out of place and his arms are dangling at his sides since he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to hug her back or what.
He mentally kicks himself when Sunyoung looks up at him, arms still tightly wound around his torso and she smiles. Baekhyun melts under her gaze, his forgotten arms automatically wrapping around her waist as he buries his face into her shoulder to hide the obvious blush on his face.
Sunyoung bursts into a fit of giggles and laughs, the sound echoing down the deserted hallway and Baekhyun really doesn’t care anymore since, apparently (he’s assuming), she likes him back and he feels like he can conquer the world. Okay, maybe not, but he’s completely ecstatic.
She kisses him on the nose when he has enough courage to remove his face from her shoulder.
Baekhyun could die right now and he’d be okay with it.
“Didn’t Baekhyun say that he was going to be here nearly half an hour ago?” Chanyeol comments as he tries to balance a pencil on his nose. It’s just him, Kyungsoo, and Jongin at the usual table in the library.
Jongin doesn’t look up from his work when he replies, “maybe? I don’t know he’s your best friend isn’t he?”
Kyungsoo’s reading a passage of his history text book when he adds, “Oh, Sunyoung went to go look for him earlier. It had something about him avoiding her the past few days.”
Chanyeol and Jongin ogle at him but Kyungsoo remains passive, the book resting on his legs as he reads with his feet propped up on the table.
“What?” Kyungsoo blurts when he feels the other two’s eyes on him, his own two glancing from between Chanyeol and Jongin.
Jongin casts Chanyeol a knowing look as the latter grumbles something and slides two 50,000 won bills from across the table.
Kyungsoo’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, confusion evident on his facial features.
“We made a bet,” Jongin calmly says, “and I said that Sunyoung would be the one to make the first move.” Jongin jabs his thumb in Chanyeol’s direction, “he said that Baekhyun would make the first move.”
Understanding dawns on Kyungsoo’s features as he nods once and resumes his reading.
He’s just thankful that Chanyeol didn’t do too much and that he didn’t have to do damage control. Then again, Baekhyun’s always needed a push (or maybe a shove) when it comes to meeting new people and Sunyoung was just that type of person.