The Day We Wore Makeup + Other 'Bad' Things | [chanbaek / baekyeol]

Super Far

[date: 10/28/1987]

[1:05:00] + play

He let the song play until the tape ran out. The tires of his huffy bike skidded to a halt outside the gate of his old home. He pried open the lock and pushed through. His dad was working on adding an automatic system, but for now, it was all wires and gears. The thrum of his bike buzzing along the gravel path was all that could be heard on the property's serene escape. He let it lean on a tree, taking the shopping bag from the wire basket.

"I'm home." He yelled over the banging of the backdoor. His father should be home doing his work, or maybe he was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

"Chanyeol! Come see!" His father yelled from the open basement door.

He hesitantly walked down the steps, sliding his headphones onto his neck to rest. "Look, I've finally fixed it!" He proudly held up a woman's blouse, grey beard contrasting against the black and leopard print.

"It looks great, dad." He smiled awkwardly, leaning against the crooked wood railing.

"I finally have a large enough portfolio to take with me this weekend." His father spoke fast, whipping back around to his sewing studio. Loose pages with ripped ends hung on the walls; some taped, and some stuck with wax. The kaladoiscope of drawings stuck out like wallpaper on the bare concrete walls. His father's greying hair was tied back into a messy tail, sticking out over his black turtleneck.

"This weekend is Halloween," he started without thinking, toying with the sleeve of his jacket's sleeve.

"Oh," his father cleared his throat, turning around to face Chanyeol who was looking at the ground now. The older man scratched his chin, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry, did you have plans? I just thought with-well, you've never celebrated it before."

"You're right. It's not a big deal. I have plans anyway." He spoke fast, trying to make the concerned lines on his father's face disappear. Maybe it'd be better if he was alone this weekend.

"You do, where?"

He thought about what to say, blurting the first thing he could think of:

"A boy at school's having a party. I'm going."

"That's great, Chanyeol! Have a good time!"

"Thank you." He said, blushing at the lie.

"I'll call Sehun's parents and see if they can give you a ride there." His father spoke excitedly, so much so that Chanyeol couldn't bare to break the truth to him.

"I think Sehun's driving himself, dad. Parents don't normally drive their kids to these parties."

His father rolled his eyes.

"Oh, excuse me. Well, I'll still ask if it's okay that you ride with him. I want to make sure there won't be any drinking."

"Sure, okay, dad. You do that." He chuckled, walking back upstairs.

Now he needed to make a call to Sehun and explain what he just did....

"You said what?"

Chanyeol held the receiver away from his ear.

"Yeah, I know. Now he's going to call your parents. Thought I'd give you a heads up."