"Of all the people to make two of, why him?" Yongguk asked as the two Chanyeol's played at the park, one on the swing and the other on the monkey bars. I shrugged as I watched them, trying to figure out who was the grumpy one.
The problem was that once you left the two Chanyeols, it was impossible to tell which was which again. Unless they wore different clothes, but fake Chanyeol seemed to have the exact same wardrobe as the real Chanyeol and knew exactly what Chanyeol was going to wear, so nine times out of ten they were wearing the same thing.
Which was just brilliant...
"I don't even know how I'm supposed to figure out which is the real one..." I sighed as I gestured at them. "I mean, they look the exact same! Every little thing, even freckles. But that wouldn't have helped much anyway given I haven't memorised Chanyeol's freckles or anything..."
"I don't know how to help..." Yongguk shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket. "Except to suggest just doing eeny meeny miney moe..."
"But what if I get the wrong one?"
"Well then you get the wrong one, but on the bright side at least you won't be able to tell..." He shrugged again. "I mean, they look the same right now."
"Yeah but yesterday one of them was really grumpy... And I don't want the fake one, I want the real Chanyeol!" I stamped my foot as I huffed, frowning.
"But how do you know the Chanyeol you like is the real one? Do you know how long the fake Chanyeol has been around?" I shook my head. "Exactly. And you told me you kissed the fake one, so obviously you thought he was the real one, maybe the fake one is the one you like..."
"But then how would I know to pick the fake one?" Yongguk shrugged.
"The way I see it, you'll either pick the real one and be happy or pick the fake and be happy. I don't see what the problem is."
"The problem is that I want the real one, I want the Chanyeol that I love, not some stupid fake look-a-like." I kicked a stone that was in front of me, watching as it bounced away.
"Well, I guess you're just going to have to risk it..." I gasped when an idea occurred to me and I looked over at Yongguk. "What?"
"I know how to figure out who is who!" I exclaimed, a smile forming on my lips.
"And how is that?"
"Changmin! All we need to do is get him out of jail and then he can tell them apart! I mean, I bet he knows how to differentiate them..." Yongguk sighed and shook his head.
"Baekhyun, that plan has so many problems... One, how are we going to get him out without breaking the law? Two, provided we do get him out, how can we be certain he won't just do what he did last time? And three, what if he can't differentiate the two?"
"I'm certain this plan will work... Go tell the two Chanyeol's I'm going to pick soon, I'm going to go figure out a way to get Changmin..." Yongguk sighed as I walked off.
"Sometimes, I worry about you, Baekhyun. You're almost as derpy as your boyfriend." He said but I ignored him.
I had to figure out which Chanyeol was which, and if that meant going to Changmin for help, then so be it...
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"Please, please, please, please, please~" I begged the police officer, getting on my knees and clasping my hands together. He shook his head as he sipped his coffee, seemingly unfazed by my begging.
"No can do, kiddo. Changmin's been locked up for a while..." He said once he'd swallowed the drink. I pouted.
"But I really need his help so I can figure out who my boyfriend is." I said and he shook his head again.
"I don't care if you've got memory loss or decided to date a twin or whatever it is that's made you unable to tell who your boyfriend is, you can't just take Changmin out of jail. He's a criminal."
"I'll do you a trade, I have plenty of these random cards you get when you go shopping." I began to empty my pockets' contents on to the desk, my brain struggling to figure out a way to convince this man.
"As much as I would like to accept that offer, I can't." The police officer said. "You can't just let someone out."
"Not even for a holiday?" I asked hopefully, and he shook his head. I sighed, when I heard someone chuckle behind me.
"And I thought Chanyeol was the derpy one... Obviously you two are made for each other." I turned and saw Changmin standing there, being escorted by two other police officers.
"Changmin! I need your help!" I exclaimed, shuffling over to him as I was still on my knees. He chuckled as he stared down at me.
"What is it, did you lose Chanyeol? Don't worry, he gets lost sometimes but he always shows up. Even if it takes him a couple of days..." I shook my head.
"No, there's two of them!" Changmin frowned at me.
"Are you sure he wasn't just standing next to a mirror?" I shook my head and he sighed, gesturing for me to stand up. "If you pay an extremely large amount of money, they'll let me out. If you do that, I'll help you and then leave you alone forever."
"Really??" He nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, my time in here has made me realise something - there's huge money to be made in the Tupperware industry."
"The Tupperware industry?" He nodded again.
"Yep, but that's unimportant right now." He said. "You need to go get money." I nodded.
"I'm going to go win the lotto!" I yelled as I ran out of the jail, determined to get Changmin out.
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"Kid, your desperation astounds me..." The police officer said as I placed the money I'd been able to collect in the short time I'd been gone. "But it's still not enough..."
"But it's all the money I have!" I exclaimed as I gestured at the money. "Please..."
"It's only five dollars, do you realise how much it would cost to bail Changmin out?" I shook my head, making the police officer sigh and shake his head. "A lot more than that... I'm sorry kid, but-"
"Hold it right there, officer!" One of the Chanyeol's walked into the police office. I sighed as I stared at him, wondering what he planned to do. He walked up to the desk and slammed a wallet down on the desk. "There's a credit card in there, use that." He looked at me and smiled. "If you really believe getting Changmin out of jail will help prove that I'm the real Chanyeol, then I'll help pay."
"But how did you know?"I asked as I stared at him in amazement.
"Yongguk told me... It's amazing what you can get out of people when you're as derpy as me. It's like a form of torture..." I simply stared at him, unable to really comprehend what was happening.
Did Chanyeol really just pay for the bail of his ex?
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Finally, I finished this chapter. I'm so tired it's not funny and I'm trying to type this while I'm supposed to be doing homework. I can barely hear what's happening outside over my typing, it's making me nervous :S
I've decided on a BaekYeol to replace this, and I think I'm signing my death thingo but oh well.
Bye
