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

Static

[date: 11/14/1987]

"My, oh my."

Chanyeol kicked the front door closed with his foot, feeling exhausted by the end of the day. Hearing his father in the kitchen didn't make matters any better.

"It's all you, babe!" She replied, twirling in the sequined piece fashioned together with deep turquoise and royal blue material.

Chanyeol peeked as he walked by the open room, feeling void at the sight of the two of them with sewing supplies all over the wood table. With heavy foot steps, he headed towards the staircase. The couple weren't disturbed and Chanyeol blocked out their conversation, placing headphones onto his head and cranking the volume on his walkman. A small brown bag held three new cassettes he'd gotten for free from work. They were ones he already had, by Elton John, who he adored. He wanted to give these to Baekhyun. It was weird. How most teenagers went out on dates with their crush, met their parents, and Chanyeol couldn't do any of that. Yet, he felt just as happy. He sat at his desk, grabbing his songwriting notebook and pulling out his pens. He was going to go out later and play his guitar. He didn't want to be at home right now anyway. A polaroid was taped to the top of his desk beside a few stranded photos of his mother and his father. Along with Sehun, scowling in his middle school band uniform. The polaroid had been taken at Baekhyun's house, by Baekhyun, and it showed Baekhyun smiling with his eyes squeezed shut, closing in the tears of happiness with his other arm, the one not holding the camera, was wrapped around Chanyeol's neck. Chanyeol was smiling at him, arms slung around is waist below the frame, hidden from view. It was a euphoric memory captured by ink on paper.

He continued to look at the photo of them leaning against that khaki colored couch, sealing the tape with his thumb and smiling fondly. He was glad he picked that photo out of the two they took. A loud bang of his door meeting the wall of his room caused him to gasp and almost flip backwards.
"DAD!" He yelled, clutching his chest, gasping. "Uh, hey. What's up?"

His dad noticed his behavior and walked closer towards his desk, staring at him weirdly.

"Um, just wanted to see how work went! I'm proud you're a working man now!"

Chanyeol kind of smiled, feeling like he was speaking to someone else's father. Since when did dad call me a man? He thought they were above that... apparently not.

"Yep." He bobbed his head, slowly closing his notebook, hoping not to catch his father's gaze.

"You looked pretty serious there. Doing some homework?" He leaned closer, noticing a new attached photo to the wall above the desk, where he'd had the same photos for centuries.

"Oh, yeah. Last minute stuff. It's pretty funny actu-" he started growing hot, feeling the smile faltering from his father's face.

"Who's that?"

He remained calm.

"Just a friend." Ha, take that.

"I asked who, Chan."

"Byun, the boy I mentioned yesterday."

His father removed his hand from the back of his chair, scratching his own face instead.

"You guys seem close. When did that all happen?"

Chanyeol felt frustrated, annoyed at how he kept acting accusatory.

"So?" He snapped. "I thought you wanted me to have more friends."

"O'course. Just," he sighed, "Eliza and I saw a lot in California, and she-"

He wasn't annoyed anymore. His face burned.

"What.Are.You.Asking." He turned in his seat, staring up at him with intensity.