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

Baisers et Bérets

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A magenta hair tie flew onto the open seat of his convertible, while he played with the radio after practice.

"Hey, can I hitch a ride with you?" Yeri asked, fishing the hair tie and fixing her hair. Baekhyun watched her inquisitively, watching her grey sweater rise with her arms, displaying her toned stomach.

"Where to?"

"Your place." She smiled and plopped onto the seat. "You are going home, aren't you?"

"I guess so-hey, why do you want to come home with me?" He asked, turning in his seat to face her. She stopped messing with her hair and looked at him with her trademark lip gloss smile.

"Oh, silly. Don't you know anything about girls?" She laughed at him and fixed herself in the passenger seat. He was frowning at her now, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. "You can come home with me but I'm not staying."

"Why not? Where else are you going on a school night?" She asked, losing attention in her reflection and staring at the wildly unhumored boy. "What kind of guy turns down a night with a girl?" She gave him a stink eye, which made him scoff.

"Yeri, I'm serious. I'm not in the mood." He broke their gaze, pulling out a different cassette from the glove box.

"You haven't been in the mood for over a month now, Byun Baekhyun! I want to know why or I'm going to tell everyone that we aren't seeing each other anymore!" Her threat fell on relieved ears. He hid his calmness and instead bit back:

"Well go ahead! I don't give a rat's a*s about my image anymore, Yeri."

"How dare you!" She screamed, tears brimming in her wide brown eyes. "You know how many guys I've rejected for you?"

"Yeri, I never told you to reject anyone for me."

"I hate you!" She yelled, sobbing now, "I've been through sh*t to be with you and I'm sick of how you treat me."

He got mad, so he faced the wheel, gripping it with both hands.

"Well I'm sick of always having to please you, Yeri, so do us all a favor and just get out of my car."

He didn't have to say it twice. She pushed open his door and practically jumped out, slamming the door as hard as possible before running away.

He sighed deeply, massaging his face with both hands. They'd never had a fight before. They'd never even gone exclusive before. He felt worse for feeling relieved. He felt like a four year charade had finally ended and now he was free. The show was over. Nothing to see anymore. For the first time in a long time, he was able to start new. If freedom was love, then he ignited the engine and pointed the tires toward home.

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"Mom, mama, mommy-"

"Baek, what?" His mother hissed, holding her hand over the phone's receiver.

"I'm going to a friend's house for the night."

"On a school night?" She whispered.

"Please?" He begged, forming pray hands. She pursed her lips, tapping the ground with her slippered foot. Her call returned and she nodded. He cheered, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bathroom.

He ripped his clothes off and threw them in the basket, twisting the nozzle until water poured. The room got steamy and humid before he stepped in. He let the water run over his skin and back, cleaning any sweat or bacteria from the day. His hand reached for the orange tube containing his men's body wash, but his eyes locked on the baby pink bottle his sister used. A picture of a coconut was on the cover. For once in his whole life, he grabbed his sister's wash and poured some into his palm. The soapy substance was white and smelled like a piña colada. He loved it. Hopping out, he dried off and enjoyed the aroma of the soap he used. He hoped no one in his house noticed the change in scent. He quickly changed into fresh white boxers and put on his signature ensemble of light-wash jeans and opted for a white undershirt. No point in really adding layers. He cursed himself for such dirty thoughts. He didn't even know of Chanyeol wanted him like that. So far they hadn't gone there yet. But Baekhyun hoped they would. It wasn't a secret anymore, he liked Chanyeol. He saw him studying in the library; large glasses slipping down his concentrated face, pencil slipping in and out of his parted lips. He didn't know a person could be so attractive. Thinking of him now got him so excited he stuffed his overnight things in a bag and ran down the stairs. He avoided Joy, not wanting any giveaways, and kissed his mom goodbye.