Revelations - Chanbaek BDSM

Acknowledging...

Baekhyun would quite possibly be lying if he said he wasn't slightly, immaturely jealous of all the gifts that ended up on the corner of Chanyeol's desk throughout the school week. But rationally he also knows those numerous candy-coloured apples and fuzzy pens and origami birds folded out of pastel pink notebook paper don't interest the man in the slightest. Nothing the girls place there with fluttering eyelashes and sweet smiles are going anywhere except discreetly into the bin later. So technically... it shouldn't bother him, right?

But it does. And he feels like the world's biggest idiot for it but it doesn't stop that spark of competitiveness that's always been inside him from deciding to be a little daring with his own advances. After all, he rationalises, he has to sit through every English class with a semi and his satchel over his lap as Chanyeol paces back and forwards down the front of the room, quoting Hamlet in a suit with that completely unfair voice of his. He can be forgiven for almost losing his damn mind.

Which is why when he finishes the first basic in-class paper they're given on Friday he neatly adds a single extra line under his essay's concluding paragraph in the same blue pen. A string of digits and the two cheeky words: 'call me'.

He knows the moment that Chanyeol spots it after he collects the students' essays and sits back at his desk, leafing through them with a cursory flick to check that everyone's is complete. His whole face goes bright pink and his movements still, shoulders momentarily locking up. Score.

The bell rings to signal the change of period and Baekhyun vaults from his seat along with everyone else, breezing past Chanyeol's desk on the way out. His essay is shoved back below the rest of the pile and very deliberately Chanyeol doesn't look up at anyone as they leave. Baekhyun grins to himself.

***

Sport fills the last two periods after lunch and it's always been the perfect way to burn some energy off before the weekend. Baekhyun finishes up the final lap around the track on exhilarated, shaking legs, nearly tumbling over after pushing that last mile. Wobbling over to the bleachers he plucks his towel out from the collection of gym bags and runs it over his face and bare arms, peeling the thin singlet away to fan himself. God damn the humidity is setting in. He's drenched. Even the stupidly thin running shorts are sticking to him.

He's not blind enough to miss the girls on the top seats of the bleachers staring. They're usually there in some combination or another when he's on the track. One of them in the middle with long blonde hair is being nudged by her two friends nearby. Finally as Baekhyun fishes out his water bottle she gets to her feet and patters down the steps.

She rocks to a stop on her light blue sneakers, hands folding behind her skirt. "Hi Baek," she smiles coyly. So she knows his name. Huh. He already hates how her shortening of it sounds.

Baekhyun swallows his mouthful of water. "Hey." She's cute he supposes, in a preppy kind of way. Delicate. And above all else his fucking age. He's kind of surprised by how little reaction that gets from him, but he's not a known flirt for nothing so he flashes her a grin, towelling the back of his damp neck before playfully flicking it at her. "Saw you and your friends watching. Like what you see?"

She blushes immediately and Baekhyun is struck by how fiercely he wishes it were Chanyeol standing there instead like this morning, his own cheeks red... But he blinks and catches the last of the girl's sentence.

"-arty at Yixing's house this weekend. Were you thinking of going?"

"Uh," Movement behind the girl causes Baekhyun to flick his eyes away. At the corner of the metal frame stands a tall, unmistakable redhead and Baekhyun swallows suddenly. Chanyeol is watching him. Watching them both; the girl very obviously interested in Baekhyun and how he's flirting back. Shit. How long has he been standing there? Did... he come down to watch Baekhyun run too? That thought is startlingly sweet.