With droopy eyes, murky bags under his eyes, and a hair similar to a bird's nest, Baekhyun wakes up from his deep slumber. He feels sweat all over his body as he registers two thick blankets being wrapped around him.
In his line of sight, he notices an opened first aid kit box; two wet towels scattered on the floor; and a basin filled with cold water.
Huh? Did someone get in here?
Wait, first things first, how did he get on an actual bed? All he remembers right now is reaching his apartment, entering it, and once he sees the floor, he didn't once care if he'd sleep on it, and everything turns black after that.
Wait, did he faint or something? Why can't he remember anything else?
He continues to replay as best as he could last night events like a broke cassette tape.
Oh, there's that guy! Wait, there's a guy?
Seeing as this wouldn't help him reaching an answer, he cleans his room. He checks for anything missing just in case, he's actually robbed but his phone, laptop, watches, and other appliances are still there. He checks the clock and sees that it's already six in the evening. He needs to be at the store by 8.
He cooks himself some pasta and devours it in a limited time. He then showers, dresses himself with a plain white shirt tucked in a dark blue washed up fitted jeans, a black coat and a navy scarf wrapped around his neck covering half of his face. He notices the big purple bruise on his right knee which was actually hurting but paves no mind as he runs out of time. After checking the plugs, he reaches the front door and exits his way towards Hot tracks.
And to no further ado, a long line of girls waiting outside the store isn't much of a shocking news to Baekhyun in this very winter-y night.
The Park Chanyeol Mania is here.
Trying not to be noticed – not that it would be a problem – he silently goes to the back of the store where he witnessed Junmyeon trying to arrange some of the boxes in the storage room.
"Oh goodness, Baek, you're finally here!" He greets exasperatingly as he manages to finally move the heavy loaded things.
Junmyeon huffs and instructs him to the counter, "Okay, we still have an hour left before the battle of Sparta begins. So I'll be here while you'll take in charge of the counter. I've already set up the large television for the people waiting outside, and the hot packs have already been distributed by Kyungsoo and Jongdae. God bless those two, really. Connect the television to the wifi and switch it in Chanyeol's vlive album showcase, got it?"
"Wow, boss, you're going all out for this Park Chanyeol?" Baekhyun points out.
"Well, it's Christmas and I'm doing this man a favor." Junmyeon shrugs.
"Huh, now I'm thinking you personally know him." Baekhyun laughs at this idea. "You always say Chanyeol this and Chanyeol that; not Park Chanyeol as the singer." He continues to laugh at the absurdity of what nonsense he's saying as he goes in the shop and into the counter area.
He follows what his boss had told him to do, and minutes later, the screams of the girls outside can be heard, and the handsome face of the one and only Park Chanyeol comes into view.
Wait, handsome? Alright, he must say. This is Korea's Prince Charming we're talking about.
Standing in his staggering six feet tall build oozing with charm, appeal, and confidence, the singer has his black hair pushed back, and is wearing a black turtleneck top underneath the maroon suit in attempt to fight against the extremely low temperature but still has to look good for the fans. The vlive showcase is seen to be shot somewhere on a rooftop of the building which seems very familiar to Baekhyun.

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Of packages and tapes
Fanfic"It's that time of the year again." Baekhyun sighs. A night full of unloading heavy boxes, cutting thick scotch tapes, and rolling gigantic posters of Park Chanyeol's face.