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

Front Seat

[time: 09:35 pm]

The movie ended and the couples hung around the arcade afterward. Chanyeol kept his distance for the most part, pretending to be heavily fascinated by a ski ball machine.

Yeri cupped a hand over Joy's ear, saying something too low for the rest of the group to hear.

"We'll be right back." Joy said, touching his arm gently. He nodded, watching the couple walk off to the bathrooms. Their tightly bound hair swayed as they walked side by side, occasionally knocking the other's shoulder.

That left Chanyeol alone with the other boy who had been silent the whole night, barely paying attention to his so-called girlfriend.

"Soo," he began, toying with metal wire on the basketball game. Baekhyun focused on the net, not even sparing him a glance, as he took shot after shot. "Does Yeri know?"

"Know what?" He asked innocently, flexing his arms as he tossed the ball, barely using the backboard.

"C'mon, Baek," he leaned closer, so that his chest was inches from the boy's shoulder. "Don't make me say it out loud."

"Yeri is none of your business, first of all," the game finished and he faced Chanyeol, coming up close to him. His eyes were fiery and his stance was cold. "Secondly," his hands pushed his hips, moving him backwards, "did I not tell you to stop using my secret against me?" Chanyeol ducked his head, as he was pushed straight into the photo booth, blanket of darkness enveloping them. Baekhyun slipped the curtain closed, hiding them from passerby's.

"I wasn't trying to pry." Chanyeol gulped, taking a seat, as the small cramped space became tight. Baekhyun's hands slapped onto the leather seat beside his face, gripping the top like a bar.

"Then why do you keep talking about it, huh? I've already told you that I'll do whatever you want, so stop playing with me!" His voice was hardly above a whisper but carried volume in it's death-like tone. Just centimeters away were their open lips as angry breaths were released from them.

"I know what I want." Chanyeol spoke, clearing his throat. "I don't think you'll do it."

"Try me." He was practicing hovering over Chanyeol's lap now.

"I want you to give me a kiss."

"What the fu*k, why me?" Baekhyun stumbled, backing his face away.

"Because," he stuttered, "I've never kissed anyone and I want to be good at it when I do." He bit his lip. "A secret for a secret."

"Just kiss my sister-" he paused, "no, actually, this is better."

"Good." Chanyeol laughed awkwardly. "I would ask Sehun, but we're friends and I don't want to ruin it."

"Yeah, yeah. We like girls and we're not friends."

"So there's nothing to lose." Chanyeol finished.

"Right." He sighed. Baekhyun cleared his throat, licking his lips. "So, anyway I want, or?"

"Kiss like you'd kiss anyone at first. The basics."

"The basics?" He asked skeptically. "Dude."

"Okay, fine. Kiss me like you're going far away and you won't see me for a while."