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As the other male walked down the street, eyes locked and scanning his phone, Chanyeol watched the other male his eyes never leaving his sight.
The boy had black curly hair, when he laughed at something amusing that displayed on his phone he would smile and his teeth would show revealing a cute gummy smile, he was pretty small, kinda cat like eyes, palled skin, and you can tell he was pretty fit. Not too buff not too skinny either. He was adorable. But what was he to Baekhyun? Who was he to Baekhyun? He could be his brother? Or cousin? Or maybe a friend?
Yeol felt he was a little too in over his head. Why does it matter so much on who this guy was to baek anyways? he just met the boy and already he's got him in a trance of doing really dumb shit late at night. He's just a friend..
but why would a friend be at his house this late at night? So he obviously was related to Baek in some way. He had to be, are the signs not clear?
Chanyeol had so much running through his mind, he wanted to stop and not make such a big deal about it, but he kept going anyways. He overthinks everything, like who was this guy? Where's he going? Will Baekhyun leave him if he gets caught stalking this boy? Will Baekhyun leave him if he found out that Chanyeol was actually already starting to develop feelings on the first date and day of their new relationship? But why did it matter so much to Chanyeol? He was just somebody related or close to Baekhyun, again, why did it matter to know who this guy was to Baek? He knows Baekhyun will be ok, and this guy wasn't going to tear them apart so why doesn't he turn back?
He was threatened, intimidated and scared. He's found love already, the might seem crazy to say he's in love and yeah he's just following some guy to where ever he's going but he didn't want anybody to try to take Baekhyun away from him. Love makes you do crazy things. Am I right?
Putting his thoughts to the side after seeing the male across the street put his phone away and crawl through a broken gate. Chanyeol looking both ways before crossing, running across the street after waiting a little for the other male to get ahead so he isn't caught. He climbs through the gate just as easily as the male before him did.
after pushing past a few trees he's met with street lights and an empty road, buildings do surround and he spots the male he's after crossing the street at his own pace. the only noise heard was the buzzing sound of an old half working 'open' sign that hung in the window of a washed out bar. The male walked inside and Chanyeol hid behind the bush right by the dirty window when he got the chance to cross.
The male was seen talking to friends, greeting everyone, and reaching into his pocket. He chats for a little and Yeol can't help but sigh to himself.
this feels really low of him to do. doesn't he have a home to go to? or a bed he's been dying to sleep in like anyone else?
He wants to leave but he keeps watching, it's still small talk between the males inside til the gummy smiling male he's watching pulls a stack of money out of his pants. counting its all there before putting it on a tray to which a waitress placed a silver matching lid on top and took the money away, The man in the bushes wanted a closer look so he placed his hood over his head and dusted himself off from the the dirt and dust he's gathered while hiding. He walked inside, head hanging low not making eye contact before he looked up and was met with stares from the other boys in the room. "Are you open?" The older asked before meeting eyes with the man he was spying on the entire time.
"We are." One man said before turing back to the rest of his friends who did the same. The older took a seat at the bar, the waitress eyeing him down before setting the cup she was washing down and facing him again. "What would you like?"
"Just a beer please." He said keeping his eyes on the boys who were chatting and shoving each other.
"Do you know them?" She asked not soaring a glance to the man. He wasn't really sure what to say, he doesn't know anyone of them, he just followed someone here plus it wasn't anyone's business to why he was looking at the boys that surround the pool table. "I don't. Just watching the game. Seemed pretty interesting." He commented back before looking up at the woman who handed him a small glass.
he's sorta glad he's good at small talk, this situation felt awkward enough.
He started to drink as soon as the small glass was handed to him. the woman knew he needed a refill whenever he would finish a glass and set it on the part of the counter closest to the alcohol display. that's what it's been like for the past thirty minutes, drinking and watching a pool game go on. His eyes would only focus on the boy that walked out of Baek's house and he wouldn't blink at times which would some what frighten the male he was staring at.
Game finished eventually, some other dude the male he was watching had won the money and had left all giddy and smiley.
Chanyeol turned to face the bar, drinking and drinking feeling absolutely nothing from the beverage. The rest of the boys left but one and the one still there took a seat next to male sitting at the bar ordering a beverage as well. The older male caught a glimpse of the male next to him and noticed it was the boy he was following. They locked eyes for a couple seconds before returning back to starting at the bar surrounded by alcohol and the stench of it along with clean glasses lined up and displayed.
"Is there something on my face." The boy asked sipping his drink and gulping it all down in one go like a shot.
The older male confused, "Not that I notice."
"Just checking. I saw you watching me back there when I was with my boys. I assumed you were either checking me out, staring me down cause something was on my face or looking for a fight." He spoke starting at the older male.
"I'm sorry. I thought I had recognized you but I was clearly wrong. Oh and you're pretty good at pool, was just uh. interesting to watch."
"You come to this bar often?"
"I'm new to town."
"No wonder." He drank again. Placing the glass down and an audible clank was heard with it.
"Well I'm Minseok." He put his hand out.
"Chanyeol." And he stuck his out as well shaking his hand.
"Bar is closed boys." The waitress spoke sanitizing her hands before wiping them on her skirt. Both boys hand her the glasses to wash and headed out.
"Where'd you move from?" minseok asks, shoving his hands into his pocket, looking at chanyeol with a bit of interest.
"just moved from seoul to down here, it was for family but im hoping to move back when i get a chance. maybe even just be on my own." he replies back, a smile awkward smile making his way to his lips. "ohhh, yeah i was about to say seoul is a beauty, why leave? you in school or anything down here too or just down here for family?"
"school. im a music major."
"you in for like producing music or like you gonna be come a choir teacher?"
"producing and just sorta studying music theory. just like making music and all for fun." the conversation just goes on and on, it was nice. they talked freely, yeol had expressed more about him than minseok did but he didn't really mind it, he just sorta wished minseok had open up more the way he did himself.
he sorta felt awkward though, most of what came out of his mouth was a lie. like the school thing? he's not in school and most studying music. he mentioned he went to the same highschool that minseok is in now but he's literally never stepped foot inside of it. he lied about his age as well, he lied about most of what he's said he's done just to not seem suspicious. it worked but it did a little too well.
the older of the two checks his watch and sees it's extremely late. "Well it's getting pretty late, I'll maybe see you again soon?" Chanyeol questioned and minseok gave him a small soft smile. "Im here all the time so stop on by. It was nice talking to you." Chanyeol smiles before walking away hands deep into his pockets. Once yeol was out of view Minseok had turned and pulled something out of his pocket. he pulls out a small wallet and looks through it, checking up on the contents inside until he's met with an I.D.
