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Fansigns weren't a new thing to Chanyeol, but it always gets him shaking somehow, despite already going to numerous of them over the years.
He can't help it - seeing the people he adored and admired always makes his heart pound erratically and his veins buzz with adrenaline. Seeing them in person is a surreal experience because on pictures, they look so etheral, like they're from another world. Up on stage, you realize that they in fact are real and that they are here with you in this world, yet they still seem so out of reach. And now, up close, you can't believe that they are actually real people who you can talk to, even if you only have a few seconds to spare to exchange words with them.
"We're so close!" Sehun, his close friend and fellow fanboy, squeals behind him as he places his hands on Chanyeol's shoulders and shakes him around. "I'm finally going to meet CBX!"
"Stop it, you brat," Chanyeol laughs, shrugging off Sehun's ethusiastic hands. He can't blame the younger, it's his first fansign after all.
"Hyung, we're so close! I can't believe I'll be able to see Xiumin-hyung up close!" Sehun says. "I'm hyperventilating, I can't do this."
"You're stupid," Chanyeol chuckles as he places a hand on the other male's head and ruffles his hair. "Calm down, we can't have you fainting in front of them."
There's just five people left to stand in front of them, yet Chanyeol swears it feels like hours before he could reach the first member.
"Hello," Chen greets him with his bright uwu smile. "Waaah, a fanboy! Your name?"
"Chanyeol," he says.
"Hmm, it's not your first fansign, right?" Chen says as he scribbles on his album. "We don't see fanboys often, and it's refreshing."
"Boys are missing out."
Chen laughs. "You're absolutely right."
"And you're the vocalist of the century."
The vocalist could only giggle as Chanyeol moves on to the next person.
For a moment, he freezes. Chanyeol hadn't realized that it was his bias already.
"Hello," Baekhyun says with that dazzling smile of his. "Album, please?"
Chanyeol blinks, composing himself as he hands him his album.
"Isn't it hard to be our fan?" Baekhyun says as he scribbles on his album.
"I don't care about everyone else," Chanyeol says.
"Tough," Baekhyun smiles.
"You didn't ask my name."
Baekhyun looks up. "Hmm?"
"You didn't ask my name."
"Oh," Baekhyun smiles again. "I know all of my Eris." He is about to close the album when he sees a post-it on the page. "Should I answer this?"
"Yes please."
After he finishes, Baekhyun closes the album and hands it back to Chanyeol.
"See you again soon," he winks.
Baekhyun winked.
At him.
"I know your bias is Baekhyun, but give me love too," Xiumin calls out to him with a cute little pout. Chanyeol smiles. The eldest member has always been his biaswrecker.
"WAAAAAAHHHH!"
Chanyeol could hear Sehun's screams from the inside of his bed room just across the hall of his apartment the tenth time around for the past hour. He pities his friend, he is suffering post fansign depression. Chanyeol had one during his first time years ago, too.
The raven-haired man sighs as he sends the emails regarding his merchandise, finally feeling worn out as he closes his laptop. He stands up and walks over to the bed to lie down and rest.
It's been an eventful day.
Chanyeol's eyes find their way to the CBX album perched on top of his bedside table. He stares at it for a couple of seconds before reaching out to it. He hasn't read through the messages the members wrote to him yet.
Flipping through the pages, Chanyeol first sees Chen's page. He smiles to himself, swooning at the so-boyfriend message addressed to him. Chen really does treat his fans with equal love, it's overwhelming. He even bothered to draw cute hearts all over.
Next, he flips over to Xiumin's leaving Baekhyun's last like he usually does.
"So cute," Chanyeol coos when he sees the eldest hyung's message. It's written in aegyo, telling him to eat a lot because Chanyeol is a giant and to always love them all along with the drawing of a cat. Oh god, the man knows his weakness to uwu.
Chanyeol silently pats his back before turning the page to Baekhyun's message.
Hi Chanyeol, I hope you stick around with me until the end.
The man blinks. It was simple, but it made his heart beat so fast.
Chanyeol notices the post-it stuck at the far end side of the page.
Oh, that's right.
Who would you rather date?
Nam Joohyuk
Lee Joongi
Kim Jisoo
Park Chanyeol √
The man's eyes widen in disbelief when he sees his bias blatantly write out his full name (how did he even know, the fuck) among the choices he had for him.
"I'm going crazy," Chanyeol mutters, even more so when he turns the post-it.
Here's my number xxxx-xxxx. Call me.
Days pass, yet all Chanyeol could do is stare at the post-it attached to the side of his laptop. He is not dumb, he knows where he will end up when he dials that number. He knows the trouble that will happen if he succumbs to his selfishness, and to be honest? He is quite greedy.
After all, Chanyeol is a man before being a fanboy, and it is so tempting.
"Fuck it," Chanyeol sighs as he picks up his phone and turns his computer chair around, dialling the number that he had come to memorize after days of staring at it.
"Took you long enough, Park Chanyeol."
The man sighs as he closes his eyes, the beat of his heart loud in his ears, yet Baekhyun's angelic, soothing voice is louder.
"Baekhyun, why did you give me your number?"
The idol at the other line chuckles.
"Well it's high time to give my number one fan his special treatment, right?"
Chanyeol can't take this.
"You know, everything will end up messy."
"Don't you love me, Chanyeol?"
Chanyeol sighs depressingly again. "You're taking advantage of your bias privilege card."
Baekhyun laughs, a pretty sound that makes Chanyeol wish he should have recorded this conversation.
"I finally had the courage to ask you out, now be a good fanboy and give your bias what he wants."