My close friend

Challenge (1)

PESTERING MODE: ON

"Chan...!"

"Hmm."

"Chan..."

"Yeah."

"Chan!"

"What is it ?"

"Chaaaaaaaan!"

"What is it you want, you blood-sucker of a human !?"

"You saw the new pair of shoes I got from mom ? They are gorgeous, right!?"

"Oh for Heaven's sake...! Yes, they are gorgeous! If you keep annoying me with this, I am never, ever dropping by your place again!"

"Aw come on, I know you love me too much for that, and you know I love you too...! And I am officially your girlfriend, so it's my duty to annoy the hell out of you...!"
He simply scoffed while doing his typical annoyed eye roll.

Pestering your loved one and seeking his attention is one of a girlfriend's many duties towards her beloved boyfriend, right ? Of course, it is! Let's take my parents for example: mom is always annoying dad by asking him to buy something for her, and he will always joke back about being broke. Having grown in such an environment, I have always believed that pestering someone was one way of showing your love and attention to the latter. Likewise, I would pester Chanyeol on almost a daily basis. I would always bring up petty things to talk about, like my new garments or my new earphones, about my stupid dreams, about wanting to go somewhere or presents that I got, and I would go on about it for at least five days...! For example, I bragged about having received a rose from Jinny (let me just clarify that it was a friendship gift) and went on with it for a whole week! Yes, I can be a real pest when I am at it.

"Oh come on, you know how I love to annoy you, and you know that that's because I love you, my big dorky giant!" I said as I cupped his chubby, puffy and squishy cheeks, pinched them and played with them.

"Yeah right", he retorted as he simply glared at me, before grabbing my hands so that I would stop playing with his cute puffy cheeks.

Oh, sometimes you can't help playing with them, you know ? I know how it feels to have your cheeks pinched all too well though, as I was once the victim of such attacks when I was little; at school, some of my friends would greet me in the morning by playing with my cheeks every day. 

"Look, if you really love me, which I know you do babe, please stop annoying me, PLEASE! I want your quietness and tranquility-"

"Excuse me, but I come as a package: love, attention, care, loudness, talkativeness, quietness AND annoyance is also included, my dear", I retorted.

Ha! I was certain that now he had nothing to add, but...

"Oh but you are forgetting one trait here: competitiveness! And I know you for as long as I can remember", he happily said, as if he had found a way to make me stop pestering him.
I lifted an eyebrow and smirked, showing that I was very much interested in knowing how he was going to accomplish such a feat.

"I challenge you-"
Upon hearing those words, I immediately realised what he had in mind; that was why he enphasized my competitive trait, as he knew that I would always be up to any of those silly and ridiculous challenges.

"- to open your mouth only to say meaningful things. You in ?"
I knew it; he indeed knew me all to well.

"And what do I get in return ? I am not oblidged to-"

"I will do absolutely anything that you ask of me, li-te-ra-lly anything."
The way he emphasized on each syllable of that word, and the seriousness and determination and his eyes proved that he was honest and was motivated to see it till the end. Truth be told, he was actually a whole lot more competitive than I was, and nothing would beat his resolution of being the best, especially in music. Nevertheless, if I could win that challenge, which I was certain to be winning, I would be able to make him do anything that I wished him to! Oh, I should also keep in mind that I was still in his debt (from the time I cried in his arms about being so pathetic and sorry that I had been late in realising his true feelings for me, and that I had been holding him back) and that if I were to make him do something really naughty, I might very well end up being the one to be dealing with the consequences later, when he would use that trump card. However, it was worth a try. But what about when I would lose ?

"What happens when I lose ?" I hence inquired.

"You shall have your mouth taped for a whole hour", he simply said. 
The only thought that came to my mind after hearing that, was a flashback of the time when I had been hand-cuffed. Ah, it was definitely one of the most memorable experiences that I had ever had in my life, but living it once was certainly sufficient. That challenge, I felt that I could totally win it...! Hence, I agreed to his conditions.

"So, when do we start ?", I asked.

"In three, two, one... now!"

PESTERING MODE: OFF

Even if the start was honestly quite abrupt, I felt as if victory was mine already. It was no biggie; I just had to keep quiet (as I had once mentioned, Chanyeol was one of that handful of people with whom I could remain silent for hours, and without feeling awkward and the need to say anything!), and talk only when necessary; that was it. I could handle that much.

Break time was over, and class was resuming again. We got back in class and took our regular seats, in complete silence. So far so good; we would only be glancing and smiling at each other. Yet, as the lecture was ongoing, I realised that it was almost too easy for me to win the challenge. Something was definitely fishy, and as much as I knew Chanyeol, there were some things that he did not care to tell me about our dare. I figured that the catch was in what I would talk about;  after all, my idiotic self had forgotten to ask him about the topics he deemed to be stupid and futile to talk about. For all I know, asking him about it might even lead me to a loss. So, I decided to keep quiet all the way till he had dropped me home...

...............TIME SKIP.............

Class was actually over, and I had managed to successfully hold back from talking to him, even if, every now and then, he was glancing and chuckling at me. The walk to the jeep was indeed a tranquil one until we got in, he put the radio and Nickelback's 'Hero' was playing. Oh my God, what if he considered singing as annoying!? No, that could not be the case. I had to sing along this song; I loved it so much! But neither was I going to pass on the chance to have Chanyeol at my service for once...!

"Could you stop overthinking, you old hag ? So what if it happened to be an annoying thing!? Don't you have a mouth to talk back ? Or don't you have the guts to talk back ? HA! What a lamb you are!" said that little voice in my head. And again, it was right.

"Chan, I can sing, right ?" I inquired, although quite hesitantly. 
He chuckled. I guess he had seen right through me.

"You are afraid to talk, in fear that anything might annoy me, am I right ?" he mocked.
Yeah, he could mock and laugh at me to his heart's content, but I was the one going to have the last laugh. I nodded, and he chuckled back.

"Yeah, singing is allowed."

Ah, what I relief. And so, I sang along, until I realised, once again, how big of a fool I was to not have asked him when the challenge was going to end. I could no longer ask him that, as he could decide to keep it up for a week, and there was no way I was going to last a week...! Oh God, was I in a fix!