Chanyeol's Epic Fail (not mine)

Shopping With Byun Baekhyun

“Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s on the phone for you,” Sehun calls from the other side of my closed bedroom door one day.

“Uh, sure?”

Byun Baekhyun has never rung here before, not ever. Kai is usually the one to ring, or Baekhyun just turns up unannounced.

“Uh, hi?” I whisper into the phone after I snatch it from Sehun.

“Hi.”

Awkward silence.

Chanyeol, every silence that involves you ends up awkward.

Thanks.

“So…”

Byun Baekhyun has apparently lost his use of Korean.

I try to breathe normally on the other end of the phone so I don’t sound like one of those axe murderers that breathes heavily into phones to freak people out before he murders them.

I sincerely hope it’s working.

“Chanyeol, I was wondering if you wanted to come shopping with me today?”

Breathe in and out, slowly. Not too loud. Don’t scare the flawless Byun Baekhyun.

Park Awkward Chanyeol, he asked you a question.

Wait, what did he ask?

“Chanyeol?”

“What?”

Baekhyun repeats louder. 

“Do you want to come shopping with me today?”

I giggle.

“Sure.”

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes, alright?”

I nod.

“Alright?”

People cannot see nods over the phone, Chanyeol.

“OH! Yes!”

Byun Baekhyun chuckles and hangs up. When I return the phone to our living room Sehun gives me a smirk.

“What was all that girly giggling about?”

I decide to ignore him and go get changed out of my pyjamas, but I end up stubbing my toe on one of our many walls.

Walls do not like me.

It feels really strange shopping with Byun Baekhyun. There are lots of people following us and snapping pictures of Baekhyun and I, but this is not the most awkward part.

No, the awkward part is the shops we go into.

We walk along the side of the shopping centre that I never go on; everything is just too expensive and I have absolutely no money whatsoever because all my money is spent on Byun Baekhyun posters and our internet bill (Sehun makes me pay this because we always go over the limit).

And who’s fault is that?

“Chanyeol, what do you think of this top?” Baekhyun asks.

He drags me off to the change room.

“Try it on!”

The shirt is white with a massive print of the Eiffel Tower on it. I like it but I’m put off when I see the price tag.

“Come out and show me!” Baekhyun calls from the other side of the curtain.

“Uh…” I stumble out of the change room.