him & her ↬ bbh

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he bedroom was engulfed by darkness, the only source of light being the half-moon looking down from the sky. Baekhyun found himself staring at the ceiling sleeplessly once again, because of you. There was a lingering thrill tickling inside of his whole body. As soon as he recalled the memory of you leaning your head against his chest, his heart started stuttering. He could still remember the scent of your hair so clearly, the feeling of it brushing his skin was still fresh on his body. Turning to lay on his side, he sighed, wondering when he had become such a lovesick boy. He still needed to tell Jongdae, he could already hear his high-pitched teasing and see the mischievous grin he always wore on his face whenever Baekhyun talked about something of the sort.

The whole night consisted of Baekhyun restlessly tossing and moving endlessly in his bed. In his thoughts was a mental war, how was he going to act now? He wasn't sure that he would even be able to confront you with a straight face anymore. The memory still made his cheeks flare up and he thanked God because he didn't completely freak out then. Hence, Baekhyun was still having a hard time grasping the fact that he had actually hugged you. Until now, he hadn't even been able to imagine it. Maybe this was the reason why he was freaking out now instead.

After all, he could say that he had made some progress because he had somehow taken a grip on his constant blushing, and he wouldn't stutter as much around you as he sometimes would. Every day, Baekhyun would remember Jongdae's words about needing to man up. There was a time where he found it hard to accept those words. But sooner or later he realized how it didn't mean to completely change, he understood that if he wanted to be taken seriously he had to act like it. He didn't want you to find him weird, he wanted to be able to smile confidently around you, to charm you, to give you hints so that you could see that he liked you.

He found it a tiny bit ironic about himself because one moment he was hiding, the next he wanted you to know everything about him.

Not being able to quiet down the thoughts in his head, Baekhyun dragged his body to the living room, lazily sprawling himself on the couch and quickly turning down the volume of the TV so that he wouldn't disturb his sleeping mother. He ended up watching Korean dramas instead of sleeping, attentively taking in every action and way of speaking of each male character.

The truth was that he wanted to be different. Not a different person, Baekhyun didn't want to just look confident, he also wanted to be. Dyeing his hair had helped him gaining an ounce of confidence, but there was still a long way ahead of him. That's why he found himself studying the male protagonist of the drama, imagining himself doing the same things.

Baekhyun frowned at the sudden light that shone on his eyelids, groggily waking up, an instant sore pain rose in his neck because of the bad sleeping spot. One hand rubbed the sleep out of his eye while the other went to check the time. Baekhyun felt his eyes almost jump out of their sockets when he saw the numbers on the screen. Messily, he scrambled off the couch, throwing on the first thing he saw in his closet, jumped into his shoes, and ran directly to the school.

His breathing was so quick that he couldn't even call it breathing, more like gasping when he entered the classroom barely in time for the first period. Baekhyun's footsteps were heavy and tired when he threw himself on the chair next to you. You took him in with curious eyes, noticing how his hair was disheveled by the wind and how his shirt was buttoned all wrong.

Your intense gaze tickled on Baekhyun's body and so he decided to respond to your eyes and keep your gaze until pictures of yesterday eventually started flashing through his mind and you couldn't help but be reminded of the same thing when his cheeks got tinted in red. You both ended up turning your heads shyly away. Although the warmness on your cheeks, you couldn't help but take another glance at him, a chuckle escaped your lips before you knew it, because of the troubled look on his face and the messy way he had presented himself in was making him look adorably silly. With his glasses barely falling off his nose and the constant pout on his lips when he looked back at you with questioning eyes, not understanding what was so funny. The blush on his cheeks was still visible.