Perfect Strangers (1/1)

Summary: “In all the 18 years Kris had been alive, falling in love with a stranger was by far the stupidest thing Kris has ever done. Not only was it stupid but also the manner in which he fell in love was outright ridiculous.”

Warning: yaoi (boy X boy), cliche, foul language, Occasional OOCGenre: Romance PG-13Words: 3,919For Everyone  m style="line-height:1.5;">Orginally written for the Fanforyeol Fic Exchange (Day 9) which can be found here (Masterlist)  Author's Note: to the readers, there were many extremely amazing prompts, but this one was caught my eye the most! Although I'm not entirely satisfied with how I wrote this one shot, I do hope you all enjoy reading this! I apologize in advanced if this did does not meet your expectations. (I may go back one day and re-edit or add on to this fic)Also, a note to the readers: ‘dobi’ is Chanyeol’s nickname. Dobi refers to Dobby from Harry Potter, who, like Chanyeol, has large ears. Thank you everyone, and I hope you enjoy my little story.He sighed heavily.His math teacher continued the lesson while he completely zoned out.Kris had been studying in South Korea as an international student from China for a few years now and it was finally his last year before graduation. He had originally resented his parents for sending him alone to South Korea instead of letting him stay in China to finish his education; however, he grew to adapt to the situation and go along with his life in Korea.His parents owned a large company in China that manufactured cellphones and were always busy working to uphold the company and keep it running smoothly. After several arguments on his part, they finally decided to send him to Korea to study business despite his disproval. They claimed that he would be better off learning in South Korea than in China, where he would otherwise be preoccupied with his friends; not only would be get a better education, or so his parents claimed, but he would also learn to be an independent and responsible young adult.Kris frowned.He remembered the day when his parents dropped him off at Beijing National Airport for his flight to Korea. His parent’s last words to him before they departed were forever etched inside his mind.“Kris, now we want you to study hard in Korea.”“I understand, father.”“I expect you to be a good student.”“Yes father.”“Kris, I better not hear that you have been fooling around with girls.”“Yes, mother.”“Don’t spend your money recklessly. We will only send you a limited amount of cash per month.”“I understand, mother.”“Do not bring shame to our family. I do not have a failure as a son. No son of mine is a disappointment.”And then they left.No “good-byes” or “I love you, son”; they didn’t even bother giving him one last glance; it made his heart ache, after all, they would not see him for a long time.He hated how they were more concerned with their company than with him. He hated how they thought he was going to be a disappointment to the family. Sometimes he believed that his parents didn’t want him. The last words they said to him stung; what kind of parents would care more about their company than their only child?Despite how his parents neglected him and how much they hurt him, he missed them both dearly.He especially missed his friends; how were they doing?Was Tao still leeching off others to buy him what he claims as ‘necessities’? Was Minseok still dieting? Did Chen enter that singing contest that he was interested in? Was Luhan still obsessed with bubble tea? Did Yixing finally finish composing a song?He needed to give them each a call again soon.He missed China.Kris exhaled; his eyes wandered around the room in boredom.A young boy with large thick black-framed glasses was hunched over his desk, scribbling away in a leather brown book.He tilted his head in curiosity.What was that boy writing that he was completely fixated?The boy, as if realizing that someone was watching him intently, looked up and locked eyes with him. Kris froze; that boy hard large brown eyes that was hidden behind thick glasses and cropped dyed brown hair. His hair was cut strangely; the top was cropped across his forehead while the hair on the sides of his face was long, covering his ears. Personally, Kris believed that the boy would look more handsome if he cut his hair shorter. Even with his large frames, Kris somehow felt memorized by him, and especially his eyes. It was as if the boy’s eyes could peer inside his soul and read everything about him.And then the bell rang, snapping Kris out of his revere. Everyone quickly got up and got ready for lunch. Now it was just the two of them.Kris watched from the corner of his eye as the boy gathered his books and writing utensils into his arms; the leather brown book he was writing in previously was thrusted, carelessly, along with the other supplies into his knapsack. Kris was almost tempted to walk over to the boy and help him, but before he could, the boy quickly scrambled out of the room, as if being alone with him was suffocating.Kris, however, slowly packed his books into his bag, exiting the room in a trance; he could not get the boy’s face out of his mind.There was just something about the boy… He looked lonely and isolated from everyone else.What was that boy’s name? Kris scrunched his eyebrows together. Something Park… Park… Park… What was it?He sighed in aspiration, kicking at the ground in frustration. And then his foot bumped against something hard. He peered down and saw a rectangular book lying carelessly in the middle of the hallway.Kris looked around, as if he could find the owner of the book. He cautiously picked up the leather book, holding it experimentally in one hand. It was a thick brown leather book that was worn around the edge and bent slightly, showing signs of repeated usage. The front of the cover was labeled “PCY”.His eyebrows furrowed.Kris had always been a secretive person; he liked his privacy and hated when other people would butt into his business. So, respecting other people’s privacy was something that came naturally to him since it was a give and take philosophy of his. If you want privacy, you have to give privacy to others.But there was something about this diary that made his hands itch to open it and read it. He looked around one last time, as if someone were watching, before hesitantly opening it, his hands slick with a thin layer of sweat...Dear Diary Journal,Hello! This is my first entry! My guidance counselor suggested that I start keeping a diary journal (journal, damn it! Men don’t keep diaries!! I refuse to strip my masculinity by keeping a “diary”!).This journal is supposed to help me sort out my problems and write my feelings out instead of keeping it bottled up inside, which according to my guidance counselor, is apparently a bad idea.As time goes on, I’ll reveal more about my situation.:)-PCY (AKA Happy Virus).. Kris’s forehead was wrinkled in thought. This was dated in the summer he first came to Korea, three years ago.PCY? Who was PCY?“Happy Virus”? He could have sworn that he heard someone refer to himself as “Happy Virus.” Suddenly, he heard footsteps frantically running around, and Kris panicked, shoving the journal into his backpack. The boy from earlier looked frantic, face contorted in desperation.Kris watched the boy carefully. Could the owner of this journal be him?“Fuck! Where is it?” the brunette swore frantically.“What are you looking for?” The boy jumped; he looked like a frightened bunny or a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.“N-Nothing.” Kris approached the boy cautiously.“Hey, don’t be afraid. I just want to help. What are you looking for?” The boy swallows nervously.“I... I... I dro-forgot my wallet in the classroom!” And then he quickly dashed off before Kris could utter another word.“So the journal doesn’t belong to that boy. But am I that intimidating?” Kris utters to himself.“It’s your thick eyebrows, Kris hyung.” He peers over his shoulders and sees another boy in his homeroom, Kim Jongin, or Kai as he is referred to by a majority of the school.Kris snorts. “What are you doing here Kai? Shouldn’t you be stuffing lunch down your throat right now?” Said boy grins mischievously.“Nevermind lunch. Have you seen dobi?”“Who?”“Ah, nevermind hyung. I suppose you don’t know who dobi is.”“No I don’t, care to explain?” Kai laughs.“You’ll find out in time, Kris hyung. I have a certain task to do right now.” He quickly speeds off and disappears down the corridors of the school.“What was that all about?” Kris mutters. His thoughts wander back to the diary—no, journal—in his bag. Someone must be looking for it frantically. He knew that if he lost something, he would be anxious to find it, and since this journal seemed very personal, it seemed best to look for the owner as soon as possible. But the only way to find out whom it belonged to was by reading it...The moment Kris entered his small apartment, he quickly toed off his shoes and laid on his bed. He quickly took the brown book out of his bag and opened it, reading the next entry...Dear Journal,Summer is ending too quickly for my liking. It seems as if were the first day of summer was just yesterday, and now, tomorrow is the start of a new year.…I’m not ready to go to school. I don’t want a repeat of last year. I don’t know if I can handle harassment from those two boys again.

How did it all start?I used to be the shortest boy in my grade and then one day after returning to school after summer vacation, I just hit puberty and grew to be this 180-something-cm boy. It was a weird and abnormal for a short and chubby boy like me to grow to be this tall and lanky figure. It was bound to be the subject of harassment.Not only is my height subject to disapproval, but also my freakishly large ears are not what my classmates refer to as “normal”. I have these ears that are unappealing like Dobby’s from Harry Potter. Sometimes I want to take a knife and cut them off, or at least shape them to be normal like everyone else’s. For that reason, I never want to pierce my ears, otherwise my ears will be on display for everyone to ogle and mock.My eyes are large, larger than the average Korean’s. My mom always tells me that they’re beautiful but I wouldn’t know because my eyesight is horrible and I have to wear these thick glasses to correct my vision.Perhaps the thing I hate about myself the most is my natural reaction. Ever since I was little I would always react for every single thing. It’s not forced—I just happen to react that way naturally. My laughter would force my face to contort in this ugly expression; one eye would crinkle while the other would be large making my face look so disproportional. And my teeth… they’re so many of them. I happen to like my teeth. They’re the only things that I actually like a lot; that’s why I take good care of them by brushing and flossing them before and after every meal.The one thing that makes me stand out is my voice. My voice is deep—and by deep I mean VERY deep. You wouldn’t expect my voice to match my face; it makes me stand out too much.All in all, I’m different in every way. I hate most if not all things about myself. I hate that I’m not what my classmates consider “normal”. It’s unfair.Despite all of this, I try to keep a smile plastered on my face like an idiot. Why? Because it’s better to be optimistic than pessimistic.…But why can’t I be “normal”?-PCY.

.By the time he had finished the journal entry, Kris had felt very uncomfortable; something about this boy made him feel sympathetic. “PCY” didn’t deserve any of this. And that nickname, “dobi”, came up again; dobi was him, PCY?Just who is this “PCY”? .. “Class, today I want to rearrange seating in order to have everyone be friendly with everyone else,” the homeroom teacher announced.And that was how Kris got seated next to the boy who stole his attention from yesterday.“Hello, my name my Wu Yifan. But call me Kris,” he introduced himself. His seatmate stared at him with calculating eyes.“I know who you are.” Kris’ eye twitched slightly.“I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are. Care to introduce yourself?” The boy just looked at him wearily.“…Park Chanyeol.” Kris smiled tentatively. He held out his hand.“Nice to meet you, Chanyeol.” Chanyeol looked at him and then at his hand. He quickly turned his attention to his books, placing his hands on his lap. Kris frowned, lowering his hand slowly, before lurching forward and gripping the other boy’s hand and shaking it.“Huh-“ Large eyes hidden by thick-framed glasses widened in surprise.“Don’t be afraid of me. I promise I’m not scary or anything. I want to be friends, Chanyeol.” A small, hesitant smile made itself on Chanyeol’s face.“Okay.”