[ONGOING] Dumbass One Loves Midget || CHANBAEK FANFIC

IX

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Chanyeol already reaches the front house of Byun's. In fact, he's been standing outside their gate for about ten minutes now. He's actually preparing for a good greetings to say in case he meets Baekhyun's parents and he can't believe the fact that his palm is sweating right now.

"Good evening Ma'am and Sir, is Baekhyun here?" Chanyeol frowns, "Nah, so straightforward."

"Good evening! The night is so lovely, yeah?" He frowns again, "Sounds disrespectful."

Chanyeol puffs an air inside his cheeks, looking up at the orange sky. He tries again,

"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Byun. How are you---Aish! What am I thinking?! Why would I ask them such—"

"Chanyeol? Oh my God, what brings you here?!" A cheerful voice intervenes and Chanyeol just awkwardly stands there, staring at the woman smiling in front of him like she already knows him for too long.

Is she Baekhyun's mother? Or maid?

Chanyeol furrows his brows, looking at the woman's features from head to toe. "Are you, perhaps, one of Baekhyun's maid?"

The woman laughs, hitting Chanyeol's arms playfully. "Do I look like one of his maids?"

Chanyeol slowly nods, smiling awkwardly while scratching his nape.

"I'm Baekhyun's mother, dear." Chanyeol gasps, his eyes widening.

"Ahm--Ah, h-he-hello M-Mrs. Byun," The tall man greets while stuttering. Chanyeol doesn't have enough courage to look at Mrs. Byun's eyes as he continues to glare down at the ground like it did something bad on him.

You're so stupid, Park.

"Haha, don't be shy dear. It's okay, I didn't took it by heart." He feels a pat on his left shoulder so Chanyeol slowly looks up from the ground. He meets Mrs. Byun's face and when he stares at her again seriously, he notices that her button nose and thin lips resemble Baekhyun a lot.

Chanyeol smiles at Mrs. Byun and the woman acts like her heart just melted. "Oh, Chanyeol! You're really handsome!"

Chanyeol slightly blushes. "Thank you Mrs. Byun."

"Hmm, why are you here by the way?"

The giant starts to bite his lower lip in concentration. "I'm---actually visiting your son, Ma'am. Is....he here?" While he's speaking—while stuttering—Chanyeol notices the grins Mrs. Byun is giving at him.

"Baekhyun is not yet home Channie dear. C'mon, I'll take you to his room." Next thing Chanyeol knew, he's now being dragged inside the Byun's house.

"I'll take you to his room."

"I'll take you to his room."

"I'll take you to his room."

"Baekhyun's room?" He mutters subconsciously.

"Yes, dear. This is Baekhyun's room." Mrs. Byun's voice pulls him out of his trance. He blinks and explore the room where he is right now with his eyes. Baekhyun's room is very much alike to his.

"Stay here for a while, okay? I'll prepare something for you." Chanyeol gives her a nod while smiling. When Mrs. Byun left, Chanyeol walks toward Baekhyun's bed. He feels the sheets against his palm. Beside him is the study table of Baekhyun. A picture frame captures his attention so he carefully holds it while sitting on the midget's bed.