Baekhyun Fanfic | Me? With you? - Because it's next door

백현

"Hey, Kang Yi-su. Are you going to keep coming out late? If you come out like this, there's no bike left."

이수

"Byeonbaek... Please forgive me. I've been oversleeping for a long time. What do you know about my difficult life story?"

백현

"Oh, I see. Then it would be great to wake up and walk alone."

Baekhyun, who had been looking at me with a displeased expression the whole time, finally starts pedaling his bike hard and takes a stance to move forward.

Feeling anxious, I opened my half-closed eyes wide and gripped Baekhyun's shirt tightly with both hands. "That's not it...

이수

"I think the bike Baekhyun rides is the best in the universe... His wrist technique~ Wow, it's no joke."

이수

"Even the chairman's chauffeur will cry. I can't ride other people's bikes anymore."

백현

"...If you fall into the ocean, you'll just float with your mouth up. Get in, quickly."

Thank you! I sat in the back seat, wrapping my arms around Baekhyun's waist, just in case I changed my mind.

Baekhyun, who brushed his hair back as if he was excited, immediately stepped on the pedal.

이수

(I told you he's weak to flirting. I saw the corners of his mouth go up just now...)

백현

"So, how good is my bike?"

이수

(Look at that... it's good again)

She gave a bright smile to Baekhyun, who was glaring at the back of her head and then turning his head to glance at her.

And I had to honestly answer questions about Baekhyun's cool bike during the 15-minute commute to school.

*

이수

"Uh, yeah. So the conclusion is that Baekhyun's bike is the best^^~;"

백현

"Ahem. You didn't have to go into such detail, but it's embarrassing; we're all here. You can get off now."

이수

(Where did the person who always gave me compliments go? What's with that arrogant attitude...)

I almost swore for a moment, but I calmed down by looking at the poor bicycle that would be responsible for my two legs on the way to school.

When I arrived at the main gate and saw Baekhyun's back as he was locking the door, I secretly clenched my fist and hurried to school as if nothing had happened.

The road from the main gate to the entrance of the school building is already quite steep.

Because Baekhyun walks faster than most men, I fall further behind, so I tell him to slow down, and he replies that it's because I'm so slow.

So I always used to grumble while going to school, and today, like today, I was passing Baekhyun with an annoyed feeling, saying, "I'm better than you, am I better?"

Someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around, thinking it was Baekhyun.

The person I saw before my eyes was not the Baekhyun I had imagined.

이수

"uh..."

선배

"Lee Soo, it's been a while. I thought you were dead because you didn't reply."

이수

"Ah... That's right, I fell asleep... Seriously. I'm sorry."

선배

"I know. But it makes me mad when you reply so slowly. I'll contact you later."

It may seem like a question, but it was clearly a one-sided notification.

There is a forced pressure behind the smiling face.

A third-year senior. For a while now, whenever we ran into each other in the hallway, he'd greet me, and then, from some unknown source, he'd even gotten my number and started contacting me.

백현

"...What are you? Do you know that person?"

이수

"No, do you know? I don't know... I've been getting calls from you before."

백현

"Kang Yi-su. You don't know what kind of hyung he is, do you? Are you a fool? Why are you acting like this?"

이수

"I know! You wouldn't have made a fuss. But I'm scared. What do you want me to do?"

백현

"You should have told me then!"

이수

"You're going to be my spokesperson for the rest of my life? No, you're not. I'm a grown man."

As we stopped on the hill and were being harassed from both sides, both of us started to glance at each other.

Baekhyun, who felt the gaze, nervously pulled on his tie first and quickly disappeared into the entrance.

I know there's a reason why Baekhyun gets so angry, but the feeling of disappointment I felt when I saw him getting angry at me didn't go away easily.

That third-year senior, whom I've already heard about through rumors, is a famous person of interest at school.

He has all the right qualities: a handsome face, a good family background, good credentials, and good athletic ability. He also knows a lot. The problem is,