fries with a side of love. baekyeol

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⠀⠀Baekhyun used to pride himself on how fast and well he could get ready for a party. Now, he simply didn't.

⠀⠀His makeup and dressing skills weren't any worse, but he didn't find himself brimming with confidence and excitement for a party like he once did one or two months ago. He looked great, he had to admit, but honestly he'd rather be in Chanyeol's big and warm arms, watching silly kid cartoons, kissing, and eating. However, his pride and reputation were on the line, and he was not about to let that bastard Daehyun get the satisfaction that he wanted.

⠀⠀Glancing briefly at the clock on the wall—6:47PM—then looking into the mirror, Baekhyun gripped the bathroom counter till his knuckles turned paper-white. You've done this dozens of times before, Baekhyun thought to himself as he took a step back to examine himself once again. You look flawless; be confident, be sexy, be Byun Baekhyun.

⠀⠀Baekhyun began nervously fiddling with his silver bracelet, pacing back and forth. It had been a long time since he had gone to a house party—not since he had met Park Chanyeol that fateful day—and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do most of the time. Dance, and secretly drink the spiked punch and the beers and alcohol any college students managed to sneak in was what he usually did, flirt. He should just stick with that for this one but keep the flirting and alcohol to a minimum—Baekhyun had been told that he got crazily flirty when he was wasted.

⠀⠀When there was a vibration from his phone on the counter, Baekhyun bent over slightly to glance at the message and smiled.

kyungsoothegreat: don't drink too much okay bbh? i don't want you complaining about another hangover and throwing up in my car you little shit
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⠀⠀That was Kyungsoo's way of saying "take care" in the language of Satan.

byunbacon: yes mom
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kyungsoothegreat: don't flirt with anyone--you have chanyeol
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byunbacon: got it!!
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⠀⠀There was another incoming message, this time from Chanyeol, which read the following:

chanYODA: baekhyunnie wanna go out on a date 2night? I have something special for you~ <3
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⠀⠀Baekhyun stared down at the message, swearing himself, Daehyun, and whoever was hosting the party (he had forgotten at this point, to be honest; he very rarely saw the host of a party anyways so it didn't matter). He had never told anyone about his relationship with Park Chanyeol, and though he would simply love going out with his boyfriend. . .

⠀⠀He couldn't.

⠀⠀His reputation was what broke him out of his shell, for better or for worse—the only person he had ever talked to prior to his first party was Kyungsoo. Without it, he wasn't much—just a small kid with a broken past.

byunbacon: im sorry yeolyeol--my brother is sick and i need to take care of him :-(((
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⠀⠀Baekhyun was glad that lying through text was easier than doing it face-to-face. Surely, if he were actually taking to Chanyeol, his face would have crumpled already.

chanYODA: aw :-( tell him that i hope he gets better!!! ;;
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byunbacon: don't worry i will <3 love u
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⠀⠀At this moment, Baekhyun could make out a faint doorbell ringing. After checking his hair one final time, he dashed out of his room, grabbing his phone and wallet and shoving them into his pocket while he was at it, and ran to the door. Hurriedly, he slipped on some gray and white Vans and opened the door to a smiling Daehyun. Returning it with his own terribly forced one, Baekhyun let his arms drop by his sides.