Byun Baekhyun has a huge crush on Kim Taeyeon, a senior in the same school he's attending. He doesn't know how to approach her, so he asks help from Nam Hyora. She agrees to help him, only to regret her decision a bit too late.
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"That was so close!" Hyora ranted next to a tired Baekhyun who was panting heavily after running a safe kilometer away from the school.
"You just broke my glasses! And what if we actually got caught? What if I got caught? Crap! Then I won't be able to get inside that school ever again! Well, unless I get a scholarship or something but shit, that won't ever happen," she rambled, pacing back and forth while Baekhyun just stared at her with deep breaths. "I swear I'll be miserable for the rest of my life if I don't step foot in that building again!"
Baekhyun blinked at her when he saw that she was about to talk more. She talks too much when she's upset.
"Curse anyone who called you at the most unfortunate time!" She abruptly turned to Baekhyun, making him flinch. "And you!" Her index finger pointed at his wide-eyed pale face. "You could've ruined everything!"
Baekhyun eyes went big as saucers. "I-I-I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to—"
"That was a great pair of glasses!" she yelled, catching the attention of a few passersby. "God, I need to go get myself a burger. Or maybe pizza."
Baekhyun pouted down at his feet. "I'm sorry..."
Hyora gazed at Baekhyun, convinced that the pouting boy was totally guilty. And he's being cute again. Aish, this guy, is he using aegyo on me or something, she thought, mentally slapping herself for thinking that he's cute.
"Hey loser," she called him, her voice now softer.
Baekhyun looked up. "Hmm?"
"How's your face?"
His eyes widened as his hands reached for his face. "M-my face?"
She heaved a sigh, pointing at Baekhyun's scratched, red face. "You hurt yourself, dummy."
"Oh."
She tutted and swatted his hands away that were now rubbing his face. "Don't touch it, idiot. Come on, let's fix your face."
"Huh?"
She pointed at his exhausted face again. "You look horrible."
The tip of his ears went red, eyes widening as he self-consciously tried to fix his hair and wipe beads of sweat forming around his forehead, careful not to touch the scratched parts.
Hyora shook her head at the sight of him and fished out a familiar handkerchief from her pocket. "Here's your hanky. I've already washed it by the way," she said, handing him the checkered handkerchief.
Baekhyun gave her a faint smile and took it from her. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it, loser."
As she watched him wipe his face and brush his hair with his long thin fingers, she realized that he was good-looking. Perhaps with a few touch-ups and a major wardrobe change, he'd look... better.
