WHY SO CLINGY? [Why So Series 1] (A ChanBaek Fanfiction)

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Third

“But I don't need you here...” Chanyeol said.

Baekhyun sighed, taking Chanyeol's cue seriously. He got up from his seat and walked towards the main door but stopped as he saw a box of cotton balls above the nurse's table. Taking his pre-med seriously to what he learned from the basics, he squeezed the bottle of alcohol to the cotton ball and dabs it gently on Chanyeol's swollen nose.

“What the hell are you doing, Byun?” Chanyeol groaned, who stirred from his nap.

Baekhyun didn't answer him for a while as he religiously cleaned Chanyeol's nose. “The nurse is not around, so I'm voluntarily cleaning your nose as a nursing student.”

Chanyeol rolled his eyes knowing Baekhyun's terrible excuse. Baekhyun is a genius yet he still sucks at lying. “Who cares anyway? I don't give a shit that talks anything about you.”

“Alright, it's all done now.” Baekhyun smiled as he took throws the dirty cotton ball to the trashbin. “You're probably tired now, Yeol. I'll just call the nurse to assist you here. I'm going to class now.” Baekhyun added.

Chanyeol just watched him slowly getting out from the clinic when he saw a student running towards Baekhyun. He heard him saying that their clinical instructor is finding him. Chanyeol didn't take that as a big deal, but few moments later he realized Baekhyun just skipped class for him.

He did recall a poor Baekhyun earlier who's drenched in sweat when he heard Chanyeol got hit on his face.

Even if Chanyeol will deny it profusely, his heart would choose not to. He heavenly feels complete, and sleeps with smile etched on his egotistical face.

Few moments later, Kai came in alongside with the school nurse.

“Oh, what the fuck--” before Kai could continue, the school nurse glared at him.

“No swearing, kid!” The nurse told him and walked towards Chanyeol to check on him.

“What happened to your nose?” Kai said.

Chanyeol raised his eyebrows confusedly. “What are you saying, dumbass...” He groans as he scratched his eyes and got up from his bed.

“Your nose is hella clean now. You know, Baekhyun just called the school nurse for you.”

“So? Am I not allowed to clean it? She's slow and useless anyway, and besides, it's her hell of a job to stay in the clinic and not to flirt with the old-ass professor inside the classroom.” Chanyeol groans and swats the nurse's hands from his face.

He's not absolutely a douche but the school nurse is just not doing her job well. According to him.

B

“Byun Baekhyun! Thank goodness, I finally found you!” Minseok approached me, my smile faded suddenly.

“Uh.. Why what's wrong?” I said.

“Professor wants to talk with you. You were not around again for the second time.” My eyes widened and as soon as I heard it, I ran as fast I can.

As soon as I reached my destination, which is the classroom. No one's inside already but the professor. He was busy reading some papers with his head down but when he glanced up and saw me, I immediately bowed my head.

“I'm so sorry, professor! I will not do it again, I promise!”

“You are such a disappointment, Byun Baekhyun.” His voice roared inside the classroom.

My feet turned into jelly as I clutched my two hands.

“I expected so much from you, Baekhyun! And you just give us this?”

“I-I'm sorry professor, I will make it up to you!” tears are already brimming from my eyes, while he's just watching me with blank face.

“You don't deserve to be on the top. Remember that.” And then he walked out.

My wobbly feet surrendered, causing to lay myself down on the floor.

My heart just cracked again for a millionth time.

“Need a hand?”