--of boredom, daydream, and fangirling. just another dreamscape of mine, sketched by some figments of imagination, colored by random pieces of mind, and furnished by rambles. the dreamscape has a background song sung by a particular angel in the name of Byun Baekhyun and has a new source of sunshine from smiles of a certain giant virus named Park Chanyeol. and SeKai rules the land.
Can I Just Alohomora Your Heart For Me? - Chapter 21
With every word Baekhyun told him about that someone, he felt like the voice he’d been adored being snatched away. With every smile Baekhyun gave him as he talked about that someone, he felt like the figure he’d been treasured being stolen away.
And everytime Baekhyun say the name, Chanyeol felt like all the things between them faded away.
If someone always smiles, does it mean she only knows peace?
If someone always being cheerful, does it mean mean she only knows happiness?
If someone always welcome you with warm hugs, does it mean she never knows bitterness?
If someone always greets you brightly, does it mean she never feels alone?
If someone always looks strong, does it mean she never feels vulnerable?
If someone always willing to listen, does it mean she never want to be listened?
If someone always looks calm, does it mean she never had any burden?
Why do some people think a person can’t be sad?
Can I Just Alohomora Your Heart For Me? - Chapter 20
Because of him, Baekhyun wasn’t afraid to believe, he wasn’t afraid to trust. As the time walked by, he started to have the courage to make a hope again, believing that it’s not a mere lies people told to make him feel better. Wishes exists, hopes exists. And he believes any of it could be granted.
Because with Chanyeol’s presence, with Chanyeol by hisside; everything is possible.(x)
And that , of course, is a rare thing to see. He tries to act like nothing happened around other members. He is still being bubbly, smiley, and playful as he always is, but just like his incapability to tell lies, he’s also bad at acting. There’s just something in his eyes that can’t hide any feelings he has inside. Every time the other members ask him what’s wrong, he always shakes his head and say “it’s nothing”, yet all of them know the words are only used as a shield, a mask, just so he doesn’t need to tell the real reason behind it, while he keeps trying to act like what he stated. Yes, he still shows his wide all-teeth smile brightly on stage, in front of their always-hysterical fans, but off stage, the members often find him pouting and grumbling on his own—while his eyes locked on one particular person.
No. It’s not like they’re having a fight or something like that. Well, in fact they do fight a lot ever since they know each other, but just like Suho said, it’s the way they express their affection to each other, so it’s really nothing to worry about. And if that’s the case, Chanyeol will easily say so, he will tell the members in exaggerated version about how (cutely) annoying his roommate is, just to apologize not so long after that. An old habit of his, always saying sorry first no matter who started the quarrel. And then voila—they’re back to be lovey-dovey towards each other again.
But this time, unfortunately, is not that easy for Chanyeol to handle. And even hardest for him to tell the others—because he himself feels a little embarrassed about it.
Baekhyun never kissed him.
Alright, laugh all you want. He knows it might make him sounds like a sulky childish teenager, but hey, it’s a big deal for him. Ever since they started dating—oh yes, you read it right—it is always Chanyeol who initiates the kiss. He loves skinship in the first place, so when he finally got to call Baekhyun as “his”, he just can’t stop himself from kissing the petite pretty lover of his every time he has the chance to. He loves the feeling of soft and silky skin of Baekhyun’s forehead, cheeks, and of course lips against his own. Baekhyun never refused or pushed him away—but he never kissed him first either. And that’s what pissed Chanyeol off.
Is there something wrong with him? Maybe his skin isn’t so good? Maybe he doesn’t smell so nice? That’s why Baekhyun never kissed him? Owell, he’s not that obsessive about his skin to use BB cream every night like Kris does nor a dandy type to spray a branded perfume all over his body every morning like Tao does, so please don’t blame him for that.
A cheerful tone slapped him off of his thought. He raises his head, and greeted by a very happy Baekhyun, who is sitting in front of the sofa where Chanyeol sits, opening gifts from their fans one by one. He immediately frowns at the sight.
How could his lover being all cheerful while he feels like flipping tables every five minutes? He loves Baekhyun’s smile and laugh, of course, but when he’s in a bad mood, it’s hard to see anything as a cute thing—
“Look, look, Chanyeollie, I got a box of animal shaped chocolate!” Baekhyun turned to him and showed the opened box of chocolate, with that usual eye-smile on his face, “There’s also a puppy-shaped one! Aigoo, I don’t think I can eat this one, it would mean I eat myself, right?”
—alright, that was cute.
Baekhyun is cute. Always cute. And that makes him pissed even more. His eyes never leaves Baekhyun’s face while the latter keeps talking in an overly cute way about the chocolates in front of him. This lover of his is a total innocent kid. He’s like a 12 years old boy who trapped in a body of a 20. Yeah, Chanyeol must admit that sometimes he feels like a pedo dating an overly underage kid, despite the fact that Baekhyun is actually more than a half year older than him. That’s what makes it even more difficult. He can’t just ask Baekhyun to kiss him. Not with all that innocence in his eyes. It will be like corrupting him.
“Oh, look, Chanyeollie!” Baekhyun points to one of the chocolates with his slender pretty finger, “There’s a bear one, too! It looks like you! Kyeowooo!”
Oh no. That chirping laugh again.
“And the giraffe one looks like you too!”
That eye-smile again.
“Now how am I supposed to eat all this? I don’t want to eat you.”
That tempting pouty pink lips again—dammit.
He snatches the box of chocolates from Baekhyun’s hand without warning, and pours all of the chocolates into his mouth, earning a shocked squeak from Baekhyun, but he doesn’t care. If he can’t ask Baekhyun to do it—then he’ll make him do it.
“Aaaaaaaaa, stop iiiiit!”
Baekhyun’s hands reach out to get the box back, but it’s already empty. Nothing left. Not the puppy, the bear, or the giraffe. He raises his face, cheeks reddened and eyebrows frowned, and jumps to Chanyeol, hitting him.
“Why did you do thaaaat? Chanyeollie’s stupid, stupid Chanyellie is stupid!” He yells as his small fists repeating the hitting on Chanyeol’s chest, who has a smug face, “I haven’t eaten any chocolates for a long time! Sehun and Jongin always eat mine I keep in the fridge and manager-hyung always forget to buy me one every time he go to the store gosh I think he’s getting older so do you know how much I’m carving for it oh no of course you don’t because you don’t like sweets but how could you eat mine that was my fans giving it to me and I—“
“Alright, stop it.”
Chanyeol says in his deep voice, holding both of Baekhyun’s wrists, stopping him from both hitting and yelling. Baekhyun puffs his red cheeks in protest, making his pouty face look even cuter, but Chanyeol tries his best not to laugh. He’ll keep it for later. Let him be a cool gentleman for now—one that deserves a kiss, yeah.
“I get it. You want the chocolate.”
“YES! And you just ate it all you gluttony giant and now nothing left for me—“
“Actually, I still have one piece of it.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widened, he tilts his head in confusion—oh dear Lord, you sure had cursed him with too much cuteness he’s gonna be the death of me someday.
Chanyeol smirks, and points to his lips, casually opens it as he speaks, “In here.”
Baekhyun’s eyes get even wider now that he starts to look like Kyungsoo. A shade of pink blooms on his cheeks.
“Yes, in here,” Chanyeol moves his mouth a little, acting out a munching motion, “Hmm…I think it’s the bear one—oh no, wait, I think it’s the puppy. It surely tastes good.”
He exaggerates the act, just like doing a CF, with eyes closed and slow motion munching, making Baekhyun feels uneasy. He’s fidgeting on Chanyeol’s lap, playing with the hem of his shirt while looking at Chanyeol’s lips, the pink on his cheeks grows darker.
“I want to taste it too.”
“Well then,” Chanyeol lowers his head to Baekhyun’s, leaving a few good inches between them, a wide smile rises on his face, “Come and get it by yourself.”
And with that, Baekhyun grabs Chanyeol’s neck, pulling him, closing the distance between them.
“Hurry, hyung, I’m hungryyy!”
Sehun keeps whining while following behind Jongin, bouncing and jumping in impatience as they reach their dorm. Jongin rolled his eyes. This magnae surely acts differently from how he looks. He walks faster to their dorm’s door, grabbing the knob, while Sehun keeps tugging at his sleeves.
“I got it, I got it, Sehun-ah,” he says as he slides the door open, “Geez, you just ate a while ago and now you already hungr—oh shit.”
He froze as the he sees inside the livingroom, and hurriedly blocks the view when Sehun tiptoes over his shoulder, trying to see what it is that makes his hyung stopped. Jongin immediately closes the door again, and pulling Sehun away from their dorm.
“What is it, hyung? What’s wrong? Where are we going? Why don’t we go inside?”
“I just remember a nice ice cream shop, I’ll take you there.”
“What? No, you’re lying! What is it, hyung? What is it—“
“I’ll treat you triple scoops.”
“Really??? Yaaay, let’s go there! Hurry, hyung, hurry!”
Rolling his eyes again, Jongin let himself being dragged by the magnae. Well. At least he just saved one innocent person in the group—since their rapper just corrupted another one.
Chanyeol opens his eyes. He smirks as he looks up to his lover who’s panting hard on top of him. His cute tiny lips are swollen, and his face is a match to a tomato. Cute. So damn cute. And who knows such cute person can be so…eager?
Well. It’s not like he’s complaining, though.
“I thought you said you don’t want to eat yourself.” Chanyeol says jokingly, running his thumb on Baekhyun’s lower lip, which glowing with wet.
“I hate you.”
Chanyeol lets out a chuckle, and pecks that pouty lips once again.
“I love you, too.”
He is surely going to love sweets from now on.
A/N: My first English story ever, and I just decided to post it now after a long time. And ChanBaek is seriously not good for my health orz.
Why was he talking as if he knew how much Sehun wanted to see what lies outside the castle, outside the kingdom? Why was he looking at him as if he knew how much Sehun wanted to go, to wander, to explore, to the paths and ways he never stepped on out there?
“So, princess, may I have the honor to treasure you?” (x)
There were a few reasons why Kyungsoo marked October 24 of his first year in Hogwarts as a special day.
It was the day when he cooked for the first time. Well, not exactlythe first time. He always helps hismother to prepare the meals for their family before he enrolled at Hogwarts. His mother usually lets him help her by doing the easy works like chopping the onions, slicing the celery, cubing the potatoes, or stirring the soup, but it was a really great experience for Kyungsoo, and he enjoyed it a lot. His mother never had to call him for a help because Kyungsoo would always happily come to help her to prepare every meal—breakfast, lunch, dinner, even for Christmas and Thanksgiving.
Above it all, baking was Kyungsoo’s favorite time of cooking, especially when they were baking for Halloween. It just fascinated him so much of how a certain amount of flour, eggs, sugar, and pumpkin—which he used to dislike because of those Pumpkin Monster stories that Ryeowook-hyung told him a few years ago—could make a really delicious cake. And decorating the cake was Kyungsoo’s specialist. If only his mother hadn’t stopped him, he probably would use the whole year supply of whipped cream, chocochips, sugar sprinkles, raisins, and M&M only for one cake.
But Halloween has always been a special day for him. Not only his mother lets him eat as much sweets as he wanted that day, she also let him put any icing and topping on the pumpkin cake and pie on that day. And Kyungsoo would always more than happy to help his mother bake and decorate the cake. There was no better feeling than seeing the result of his own work of baking, with colorful icing and toppings on top of it.
That’s why Kyungsoo decided he’d be a chef when he graduated from Hogwarts.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t help his mother to prepare the cakes for Halloween that year because he had to stay at the school and he would only come home right on the holiday. But a tradition is a tradition. He’d still bake a pumpkin cake and pie for Halloween. He’d send it to his mother for a Halloween gift—and to show her that he was able to bake a whole cake by himself. He still had a week before Halloween to practice—because he wanted the cake and pie to be perfect, just like his marks on Charms and Transfiguration classes. He asked the Prefect to tell him where the kitchen was, and after a whole hour of convincing the too-eager-to-help house-elves that he really wanted to bake it by himself, he could finally start baking.
With Pororo patterned red apron on, Kyungsoo mixed the ingredients for the pumpkin pie enthusiastically. A wide smile formed on his face as he imagined how happy his mother would be when she received the pie. Kyungsoo giggled, couldn’t hide his excitement. He probably should make one for Yixing, too. Because sharing foods is like sharing happiness, right?
“Now,” Kyungsoo put the pie dough and pumpkin mixture into the oven carefully. He raised both of his hands, cheerfully saying the magic words he and his mother always say when they bake a cake, “Grow well, little pumpkin pie!”
—but apparently, the magic words lost its power today.
Kyungsoo stared gloomily at the supposed-to-be-a-pumpkin-pie in front of him. The pie didn’t bakedthe way he imagined it to be. Instead of having a good shaped of full round pie, he got a messy one with a burnt layer on top of it. The pie wasn’t turned out soft and smooth like how his mother always makes—he had a hard time trying to cut it into a few nice pieces. The pie was hard to bite, and it didn’t taste sweet at all.
A sob escaped his lips as he put down the half-eaten cake. Where did he do wrong? He already put the right amount of flour, he measured it reeeeally carefully before mixing it with eggs and light brown sugar. He already mixed the pumpkin puree thoroughly. He already heated the oven well before putting the dough in—so where did he make the mistake? Why couldn’t he make the pie like his mother made it? Why did the cake tasted so horrible like this?
Kyungsoo wiped atears that was starting to stream down his cheeks. Another sob slid out of his lips. Kyungsoo raised the whole plate of the failed pumpkin pie, walking towards the trash bin.
Maybe he shouldn’t have thought of baking a cake for his mother in the first place. Maybe he shouldn’t even think of being a chef. Maybe he wasn’t that talented afteral—
“Are you okay?”
Kyungsoo raised his face, his hand stopped midway from throwing the cake. He turned around, and he startled to realize that he wasn’t alone. There was someone, a boy, standing at the kitchen door. He couldn’t see his face clearly through hisglassy eyes, but he could feel the boy who was just a bit taller than him approaching him.
“Are you okay?” The boy repeated his question, tilting his head to take a better look at Kyungsoo, who tried to hide his face by looking downat the floor. His tone was full of concern. “Why are you crying?”
Kyungsoo didn’t answer him, wiping his eyes furiously. He was still too sad about the fact that he failed his first baking to say anything. The boy sighed in worry, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to Kyungsoo.
“Here, you can use it.”
Kyungsoo raised his face a little, shaking his head.
“No, don’t. It will get dirty.”
The boy smiled, “It’s okay,” He took Kyungsoo’s hand to put the handkerchief on it, “It’s what a handkerchief made for, right?”
The boy’s voice sounded so fatherly, even though Kyungsoo was sure that he wasn’t much older than him. A blush tinted his cheeks as the boy took his hand, and he shyly said thank you, using the handkerchief to wipe his tears.
“You’re welcome,” He said, still with a reassuring smile on his face. “So, are you hurtsomewhere? Do you need to go to Hospital Wings? I can take you there.”
Once again, Kyungsoo shook his head.
He was hesitating, not sure if he could explain it without making him feel worse for failing. But the boy in front of him kept looking at him attentively, as if he was really caring about him—and it somehow made Kyungsoo feel like he could tell him anything.
“I-I want to bake a pumpkin pie for my mother…” He said between his sobs, still trying to wipe all the tears that was still fogging his sight, “B-but I—but I failed.”
The boy listened to him patiently. As Kyungsoo finished his words, he brought his eyes to the pumpkin pie on the plate, that was almost being thrown into the trash bin.
“Is that the pumpkin pie?”
Kyungsoo followed where the boy’s finger was pointing, and nodded sadly. The boy smiled widely, he reached out his hand to take one piece of the pie. Kyungsoo’s already big eyes widened as the boy brought the cake to his mouth.
“No, no! Don’t eat it, it’s—“
But the boy already bite the pie, munching on it slowly. Kyungsoo quickly covered his eyes in horror, in embarrassment. He was expecting the boy to spit it out, or immediately look for a water in panic, or even yell at him to never try to bake again. But apparently, the boy’s reaction was not in any of his assumptions. He swallowed the pie—and smiled genuinely.
“I don’t think you failed.”
His smile grew wider.
“What makes a cake delicious is not how soft or sweet it is,” He said in a calming tone, “But the love and affection you put in it. Right?”
Kyungsoo blinked his eyes, both amazed and confused.
“You tried your best to bake it for your mother. You wanted to make her happy, right? That’s why I said you’re not failed.” He said again, “I’m sure your mother will be able to taste the earnestness you put in every step you did to make the cake.”
The boy slowly raised his hand to wipe another tears on Kyungsoo’s cheek.
“So please don’t give up, okay?”
Kyungsoowas awestruck, losing all words he knows to the sudden realization—to the new belief.
Yes, he was trying to bake the pie for his mother, to make her happy. That was his first reason to ever try to cook or bake anything—to see his mother happy, to see her smile. He didn’t cook to impress, but to express.
To express how much he loves his mother.
A smile slowly reached his lips, his eyes, and Kyungsoo nodded.
“Eung! I won’t give up! I’ll make it again to make my mother happy!”
The boy chuckled, patting Kyungsoo’s head, smiling gently at him.
“Now that’s the spirit!”
When the boy caressed his head encouragingly, when he smiled at him, Kyungsoo finally could see him clearly—the boy had the most angelic face he ever saw. Well, his mother was still the most angelic person but…let’s just put the boy on number 2 in the list—no, number 1 ½. And when the boy held his hand to go to the Great Hall because it was almost dinner time, leading him tenderly, he felt like he could see a shining halo floating above his head.
Is he a cake fairy?
“Oh, by the way, I’m Kim Joonmyeon. What’s your name, Mr. Chef?”
The boy gave him the brightest smile Kyungsoo ever saw, a smile that made him believe that everything is going to be okay, a smile that made him feel safe. And that time, Kyungsoo decided one thing—
He really is a cake fairy. His cake fairy. Someone who would always give him a reason to not give up on his dream. Someone whom he always wants to give his best to.
Kyungsoo softly tightened his grip on Joonmyeon’s hold, smiling back at him.
“I’m Do Kyungsoo.”
And now, he had another reason to mark that day as a special day.
A/N: Been a long time since the last time I update this side story ofAlohomora;;__;; And I miss EXO so bad I have to write this ;;__;;