When he was finally able to escape, Chanyeol ran inside the building, frantically searching for Baekhyun. His eyes landed on the small boy sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a bandage wound around his right hand. His legs were stretched out on the stairs, and when he shifted into a more comfortable position, Chanyeol could see him wince. The giant watched as Baekhyun shrugged off his coat and hugged it.
He rushed over quickly, sitting on the step right below the brunet. "Hey." He wiped at his lips. "Are you okay?"
Baekhyun nodded, stretching his arms above his head. "Yep." He brought his knees up to his chest and laid his head on them thoughtfully. "It's really empty now. Kinda nice."
"Are you nervous?" Chanyeol patted Baekhyun's back lightly.
"Terrified." Baekhyun's eyes glimmered with humor. "But it's sorta familiar. Nostalgic, even." He paused. "Especially this." He stared straight in front of him, at the metal barrier a foot away from his toes. "Just you and me. Mostly quiet." He closed his eyes. "It's a bit painful too." The fur from his coat brushed up against his nose and Baekhyun forced back a sneeze. "What are your encore classes?" He made small talk.
"I'm learning a bit of Chinese now." He paused. "你很美 (Ni Hen Mei)." Chanyeol smiled.
Baekhyun let out a small laugh, having no idea what Chanyeol just said. "Was I suppose to understand that?"
"You don't need to." Chanyeol would be perfectly content if he could stay like that for the rest of the day, just talking to Baekhyun and making him laugh. But alas, all good things must come to an end. The bell rang overhead, disturbing their little moment. Chanyeol stood up. He stuck out his hand. "Here, let's get you up the stairs and to homeroom, okay?" Already, Chanyeol could hear his peers pouring into the school.
Baekhyun fitted his hand in Chanyeol's much larger one, then allowed Chanyeol to pull him up shakily. The giant's other hand held his waist gently, steadying him. Slowly, they made their way up the stairs, then down the hall to Baekhyun's homeroom.
After Baekhyun was introduced to his homeroom, Chanyeol gave him a small squeeze and walked into the room across the hall.
Baekhyun walked in and found his seat, set his stuff down, the walked to the pencil sharpener by the door. As the pencil sharpener was eating his pencil (the things were so inefficient) Baekhyun saw Kyungsoo going into the same room as Chanyeol. He watched as Chanyeol instantly smiled as Kyungsoo slid into the seat next to him.
That was enough for Baekhyun. He hurried away from the pencil sharpener, his brand new pencil half gone and still dull. His seat mate took pity on him, handing him a pencil and telling the new boy to keep it.
The teacher introduced Baekhyun, then told him to stand up and tell everyone a bit about himself.
"Ahem." He scratched the nape of his neck. "Wow, it's nice to see so many familiar faces. I'm not entirely new. I also recognize a lot of you guys from the showcase last month. I'm excited, to be honest. The environment is great, and I've missed it. I want make the most out of this semester." He sat down again as the classroom buzzed with activity. The bell cut into the haze, and the students rushed out, some stopping to greet Baekhyun, to the brunet's relief.
Chorus. Now where is the classroom?
He walked downstairs (with some difficulty), and straight into Jongdae. The dino-boy grinned and dragged him along to their first class.
As introduction, the teacher asked him to name one song that described him.
"See You Again. It's a bit of a sad song, but it describes one of my goals here. Another reason: I know a lot of you guys. I'm seeing you all again." He smiled at the class, and most of them smiled back. Kyungsoo of course, was sulking in the back. Baekhyun wasn't too worried. Jongdae was there.
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See You Again (ChanBaek)
FanfictionMemories were made, then painfully wrenched away as they separated. What was once a valued friendship and vague romantic interest was now only something that he could see in his dreams. But by chance, they meet again, and struggle to pick themselves...