fries with a side of love. baekyeol

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⠀⠀ Baekhyun's palms felt sweaty as he walked into the shop the next day, which was weird because his palms never felt sweaty or clammy. He looked around nervously at the sparse amount of people scattered around at the different small tables before making a beeline to the Employees Only door.

⠀⠀ Yixing was taking notes with his textbook by his side when Baekhyun opened the door, and the older Chinese man looked up and smiled slightly when he saw Baekhyun enter.

⠀⠀ "Hello, Baekhyun-ah," he greeted pleasantly in his endearing Hunan accent with his dimple showing as he smiled, "how was your day?"

⠀⠀ Baekhyun shrugged and dropped his bag on a chair. "Okay, I guess," he grew silent as he tied on his apron per usual. "Who's in the kitchen now, ge?"

⠀⠀ Yixing had spaced out mid-way during the brief silence and snapped back to focus when the younger Korean boy clapped in front of his face. "Ah? Oh, Seokjin is in there. Kyungsoo said he would be a little late--apparently there's traffic from his school to here." he said and jut out his bottom lip slightly in a pout, quickly replacing it with a crack of a smile.

⠀⠀ Ah, Baekhyun thought as he strolled out after tying his apron on, flashing a bright smile at the customers and even earning a wink from a very pretty foreign-looking girl. Kyungsoo and Baekhyun have lived next to each other since the diaper days, but Kyungsoo got a scholarship to some fancy private academy half-an-hour away, and his parents bought him a car. Poor Baekhyun had to take the bus to his mediocre high school. Womp, womp.

⠀⠀ Things proceeded smoothly for a while after that, which Baekhyun was thankful for although that pretty boy from yesterday refused to leave his thoughts. Damn teenage hormones, Baekhyun grumbled mentally as he wiped his clammy hands on his pants for the umpteenth time today.

⠀⠀ The bell rang, signaling that a customer was entering the small shop and Baekhyun ignored it as he continued to wipe down the tables with a small him as he went along. Junmyeon or Zitao could take care of him, after all, but then he felt a light tap on his shoulder, which prompted Baekhyun to turn around.

⠀⠀ "Hello--ah, you!" Baekhyun jumped slightly, his eyes growing wide as he saw the tan guy from the day before smirking at him with his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets.

⠀⠀ "Yes, it's me," he chuckled airily before fishing out a piece of paper and holding it out to Baekhyun, "and I have a friend is interested in you," he added, smiling.

⠀⠀ "Oh really? Let me see that," Baekhyun raised a brow and snatched the paper clean out of the guy's hands before bowing his head to read the strip of paper thoroughly.

Hello! I'm Park Chanyeol, and I would love to get close to you, Mr. Handsome Waiter ;D Call me at 010-368-5427 !!!

⠀⠀ Baekhyun furrowed his brows before looking up at the much taller tan man. "I'm sorry, who's Park Chanyeol? You?" he pressed his lips together in a tight line while pointing a thin finger at him. Tan Man shook his head with a grin playing on his plump lips (Hm, not bad, Baekhyun thought idly).

⠀⠀ "Nope. My name is Kim Jongin. Leader of the dance team at Haejoong High, among other things," he drawled and stepped back to do a rather fancy looking dance step that Baekhyun himself would probably fall over doing. Jongin brushed himself up with a cocky grin on his face after his dance routine before shrugging. "Chanyeol-hyung is the one with the big ears like this. Pale and baby-faced too," Jongin said while pulling on his ears to make them seem wider.

⠀⠀ Baekhyun chewed his bottom lip and thought about it for a second before he gasped slightly and looked back down at the paper. Baekhyun felt his cheeks heat up as the familiar face from the day before raced through his mind, then looked back up at Jongin with his jaw slackened.