exobubz (exobubz) wrote,

The Letter 2

Chapter 2
Notes and Letters

Sehun didn’t say anything to him that morning. Baekhyun expected Sehun to react in some way the moment he walked in the classroom, but Sehun was the same nonchalant, silent kid. He walked in with his regular face and didn’t even glance at anything or anyone. He just headed to his seat like he did every other day. Baekhyun was a bit disappointed. He expected some sort of reaction, maybe a look or something. Hell, he could’ve thrown the letter back in his face. At least that was some sort of response.

Since Sehun didn’t say anything, all Baekhyun could do was wait. Maybe he’s still processing what I wrote him…Baekhyun thought. I mean, it’s not really ordinary for a guy to confess to another guy…Definitely not ordinary.

Later that day, Baekhyun was at his locker, putting some books in and taking some out. When he closed his locker, he saw Chanyeol walking towards—what it looked like—him. He made eye contact with Chanyeol and it seemed like this contact changed Chanyeol’s mind. He changed course, walked passed Baekhyun and continued walking down the hall and took the first turn left.

Shit. Chanyeol had no idea where the hell he was going. He took the first turn left because he got flustered and changed his plans last minute. The plan was to humiliate and make fun of the kid who wrote that letter. That Byun Baekhyun kid. But the look on those innocent eyes fucked the plan.

Chanyeol groaned and pulled out the letter and reread it. It clicked then. The stupid formal and innocent writing was a reflection on the person who wrote it. Chanyeol put the letter back in his pocket and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, fuming. Of all the people to fucking like, why Sehun? Chanyeol thought.

He was going to let it go. He’d seen Baekhyun a few times. Seeing his head around the hallway counts as seeing him right? Chanyeol ran a hand through his hair. He had to admit that unfortunately, the only time he’d ever seen what Baekhyun actually looked like was a few moments ago. Ugh, Sehun, you lucky bastard.

Chanyeol stayed there, thinking, even after the bell rang and everybody else went to their classrooms. Baekhyun had caught his interest, but for the hell of it all, he didn’t know what to do. The kid was in love with Oh Sehun for god’s sake! Chanyeol wondered why that was for a moment. Baekhyun didn’t seem like the kind of kid to like someone as fucked up as Oh Sehun. But that thought didn’t matter so much. Even if Baekhyun was in love with that little brat, when has Chanyeol ever kept his hands off his other friends’ possessions?

Baekhyun’s hope of ever getting anything from Sehun like a response, a yes, a no, or even, a punch in the face depleted by the time school ended. Sighing, he opened his locker. Something fell out. Something he least expected to be there.

Baekhyun threw the books in his arms into his locker and hurriedly stooped down to snatch the small folded letter that fell out. Then, with fumbling hands, he unfolded the paper.

Byun BaekHyun, hi. I got your letter and I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to say anything to you today. I was still a bit surprised—

—Baekhyun sighed a bit in relief. At least he knew that Sehun was  just surprised and that he didn’t hate his guts.

Anyways, I’m having a party at my house this Friday. Could you come? I’d like you to. Maybe we can get to know each other more outside school. Well, I’ll see you. Hopefully you’ll come –Oh Sehun.

What followed next was an address to Sehun’s house and time. Baekhyun resisted the urge to break out into smiling like an idiot. Sehun hadn’t exactly rejected him. Just this fact made Baekhyun feel better. He folded the paper and put in the safest pocket in his bag before getting the books he needed for homework and going home, excited for Friday.

—Hours ago during lunch—

Chanyeol kept tapping his pencil’s head and butt on the table. It eventually started annoying his friends and the girls that they had invited to sit at their table—though it’s more accurate to say their laps instead of their table.

“Shit, Chanyeol! Stop tapping that fucking piece of wood around!” Sehun snapped. Then he went back to using his phone. “What the fuck are you doing anyways? Writing an essay? Get one of the nerds to do that! Christ! Quit racking your head with bullshit assignments!”

Kris gave Sehun a look before continuing to feed the girl on his lap another piece of fruit. “Cranky much?”

“Signs of a drug addict in withdrawal,” Kai noted, smirking.

“At least I’m trying to fucking quit!”

“Okay, okay. We know, we know,” Kris eased.

While the entire short argument was happening, Chanyeol studied Sehun and looked back down at the paper in front of him. He was clueless on how to imitate Sehun in writing and trying to make it sound like him. Fuck this, he thought. The more straightforward, the better.

When he finished writing the address, he put the paper in his back pocket. “Okay. No more tapping from me.”

“Good,” Sehun interjected.

“Oh! And before I forget, I’m having a party at my house this Friday!” Chanyeol announced.

“Why the short notice, Yeol?” Kai asked.

“Does it matter?” Chanyeol rebuttled. “Just come. Invite anyone. Everyone. People from other schools or people from the streets. Whatever, I don’t care. Just come.”

Friday. Today is Friday, Baekhyun thought. He smirked as he hurriedly went home. The party didn’t start until late at night, around ten, but still, he made a quick trip home. He opened up his closet and stared at his wardrobe. Cardigans, sweaters, collared shirts… Baekhyun grimaced. Was anything he owned suitable for the party? Speaking of which, what kind of party was it? Knowing Sehun, Baekhyun figured that it was probably just a medium-sized get-together. Nothing too crazy.

After spending countless minutes trying to decided and make an outfit that was color coordinated, Baekhyun gave up. Dark blue skinny jeans and a simple white V-neck was gonna have to do.

Baekhyun’s jaw dropped as he drove up to the house with the address on the paper. Oh my god…he’s this rich? Baekhyun was so in awe, he didn’t hear a man knock on his driver’s window until about ten seconds later. Immediately, he rolled the window down.

“Sir, you can step out of your car now.”

Panic immediately hit Baekhyun. Who was this man and why did he have to evacuate his car? Was he getting jumped? No! Baekhyun looked the guy over. He was dressed too formal to be a thug. “Y-Yeah, but why?” Baekhyun managed to wheeze out.

“We’re valet parking.”

“Oh!” Baekhyun realized that it was their job to park cars and hurried to get out of the car. He was then given a ticket. Then the man took his car and drove it into an area not too far from the house, which Baekhyun could see. Oh course Sehun would have a different place to have his guests park or else he’d crowd the streets with cars…He’s considerate, Baekhyun thought, nodding before following the stone walkway towards the front of the house.

The outside of the house was deceptive. On his way to the house, Baekhyun didn’t really hear anything loud or crazy. It wasn’t until he pushed the door open that a loud bombardment of music stormed at his ears. He had to awkwardly pushed the door open because he thought it was jammed. No. When Baekhyun looked behind the door to see what was blocking it so hard, it was a couple who was using it as they were jamming each other’s slick tongues down their throats. Baekhyun immediately turned away, freaked out.

Baekhyun couldn’t find anyone he noticed at this party! He’d been there about a good fifteen minutes, too! Did I even come to the right party!? Baekhyun freaked. Oh my god, oh my god, I’m probably at a stranger’s house! I don’t belong with these people! I don’t…I…I’m leav—

Baekhyun stopped when he finally spotted someone he knew: Oh Sehun. Baekhyun began to pushed people to get through to Sehun, apologizing along the way, but he wasn’t moving quick enough. His progress was like trying to run through sticky mud. By the time he was a few feet to Sehun, Sehun got approached by a few questionable looking guys, got up, and left where he was sitting all by himself.

Baekhyun was crestfallen. If only he moved faster! Ugh. I’m going to go get a drink…It’s stuffy in here. Walking in the kitchen, Baekhyun expected Sehun to have prepared something good like juice or water, but when he got there, it was practically all booze. He walked around the kitchen, brushing through people, looking for a cup. He couldn’t find any. Most of the people were drinking from cans or bottles. Baekhyun decided to sit on an open stool and placed his head on the countertop. Ah, what the heck am I doing here! Baekhyun thought. I don’t belong here obviously! Around him he could hear some people whispering.

“That guy’s drunk already? Ha!”

“Someone’s got low tolerance!”

Grimacing, Baekhyun lifted his head up a bit, but all he could see was red. He sat back up. A cup. A red cup. That wasn’t there before, he noted. He took it and looked inside. Cautiously, he smelled it. When it seemed clear, he took a small sip. It was water. When he found out it was water, he began to gulp it down.

Chanyeol caught sight of Baekhyun when he was making his way to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but take in Baekhyun’s appearance. This guy, Chanyeol groaned. A fucking V-neck. I can’t even…And what the fuck is with those pants!? Baekhyun owned those types of jeans? He’s just waiting to be jumped—wait. What’s…what’s he looking for?

He watched as Baekhyun brushed and squeezed his way against people. He moved closer to see what he was doing. Baekhyun was opening the pantry and some of the cabinets, looking for something. Chanyeol was puzzled for a moment until it clicked. Baekhyun didn’t drink alcohol. He felt bad when Baekhyun gave up so he went and found a plastic cup lying around. Chanyeol intended on immediately giving it him until he realize that the reason why he invited Baekhyun over to one of his parties wasn’t to give him water!

Chanyeol rushed to his dad’s office. He found a few couples in there and yelled that his parents’ areas were off-limits. Once they evacuated, Chanyeol found a stick note and wrote on it, sticking it to the back of the cup.

After he finished with the water, Baekhyun suddenly took notice of the feeling of paper on his fingers. He turned the cup around and saw a note with words written on it. He looked around, making sure that he didn’t accidentally take someone’s cup. When he was convinced, he read the note and blushed.

Baek, meet me in my room, okay? We can talk there. It’s too loud down here. It’s the last door in the right wing. I’ll see you there.

Baekhyun thought it was reasonable. It really way too loud in the lower level to talk, which didn’t bother most of the people. They weren’t talking with words anyways. Baekhyun left his stool and headed up the stairs.

Chanyeol watched Baekhyun, making sure he went down the ring wing. When he did, he smirked and climbed up the stairs to get on the balcony, overlooking the party crowd. When he was on top, he signaled the person on the stereo to turn it down a bit. “Everyone! Listen! King Chanyeol speaking!” Almost immediately the crowd shut up. “Guess what time it is?”

“Black out hour!” the crowd shouted.

Chanyeol laughed. They knew. They’ve been there enough. “Black Out Hour begins now!” He moved swiftly to a system pad on the wall next to him. It controlled basically most of the entire house. It’s electricity, heating, air, security, anything. Chanyeol clicked a few options and set the lights on black out for an hour. The lights dimmed to almost nothing and the only light alive was the colors on the crowd’s shirt caused by the black light that Chanyeol begged his parents to get. That way, people could still see each other in the dark, but it was the mystery of not knowing who you were dancing with that was intriguing.

But, Chanyeol had no interest in grinding against a stranger in the dark. He had Baekhyun for that.

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