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all's fair in the name of fame (and revenge)

Title: all's fair in the name of fame (and revenge)
Pairing: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Rating: PG
Genre: Crack
Summary:  In which Chanyeol shows Baekhyun that he is a force to be reckoned with.
(sequel to How To Get Famous (for all the wrong reasons)

Inspired by this predebut video of Baekhyun.



Read the prequel How To Get Famous (for all the wrong reasons).











Chanyeol's head is hurting. His eyes are swimming in circles, and he blinks a few times to roll them back to normal.


He must be seeing things.


Because there is no way dry cleaning a suit can cost this much.


Even if it is Gucci.


His hand shakes so hard that he thinks he might be having a seizure. He clutches at where he thinks his heart is, just to be dramatic. He takes deep, long breaths, thinking of Nirvana and inner peace.

He opens his eyes and stares, hard, at the receipt that had come in the mail that morning.

One hundred and eighty-nine dollars.

And ninety-nine cents.

Freaking $189.99.

"Oh god. OOHHH GODDDDDDD."

Stupid suit.

He is never going to drink again. Ever.








Baekhyun has the cheek to visit.


"AYO WHADDUP CHANYURR~~~" the blasted boy slurs, waving his hands in the air like he is drunk. On his doorstep.

Chanyeol slams the door in his face.

Baekhyun doesn't give up though. He continues singing (off-key) to stupid songs and makes a racket outside his house.


"I BRING THE BOY OUT, I BRING THE BOY OUT——"


His phone rings, and it's Jongin, his neighbour.

"WHO THE FUCK IS THAT BLASTING THE BOYS OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE IT'S FUCKING TWELVE O'CLOCK PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP——"

"Dude, it's twelve in the afternoon."

There is a short pause.

"WELL, I WENT TO BED AT EIGHT YESTERDAY AND I'M STILL FUCKING TIRED AND JUST SHUT THAT SONE UP BECAUSE IF HE SINGS ONE MORE SNSD SONG I WILL——"


Chanyeol hangs up, his eardrums tingling. With a sigh, he opens the door, and Baekhyun smirks at him triumphantly.

Chanyeol glares at him.


"What do you want?" he growls.


"I just want to say..." the boy says, looking down at his feet awkwardly.


Well, as awkwardly as someone who had just shamelessly blasted SNSD "The Boys" to the entire apartment block could look.


Chanyeol stands a little straighter. He's not going to be too easy on him, maybe he'll let him grovel at his feet before he forgives him and makes him take the video down——


"...THANK YOU." Baekhyun finishes, his smile blinding.


Chanyeol's jaw drops. He's utterly gobsmacked.

Seriously.

He wracks his brain, trying to think of how he became friends with such a.... shameless guy.


"You came to... thank me?" he sputters.


"Yeah, thanks to you, I've gotten ten thousand subscribers in one night and even made it to the popular page, and now YouTube has just sent me a two hundred dollar congratulations——"


He never gets to finish, because Chanyeol all but slams the door in his face.








"Payback time," Chanyeol smirks as he fishes out the folder in his computer after an hour of searching. He hopes he hasn't deleted it. Crossing his fingers, he opens the folder, double clicks on the file and——


It's low quality, it's blur and shaky, but it's perfect. Chanyeol grins evilly as uploads the video on YouTube. The wait is long but it's worth it. He can already imagine the look on Baekhyun's face when he sees the video. Chanyeol dials the familiar number and smirks to himself.



Baekhyun answers on the second ring.



"Chanyeol, I...I'm sorry."

"Uh."

"Forgive me please, I'll take the video down."

"Uh."

"So we're cool?"

"Uh. Wanna see something funny?"








Baekhyun stares at his IPhone, watching the video Chanyeol sent him the link to.

He's speechless. His eyes flit up and down in time with the flickering lights in the video.


On. Off. On. Off. On off. On off. On-off. On-off-on-off-on-off.


The lights go into a frenzy, and the skinny boy on the screen starts headbanging to the music as he tampers with the light switch.


Baekhyun's eyes hurt, and he pauses the video to steady his breath. He scrolls down to see how many people have seen it.


One thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine.


In just half an hour.


He scrolls down somemore to read the comments.




"That's some club he's got there."

"This is freaking epic."

"That's how he dances in a club?"




His hand shakes.

He scrolls up.

"Baekhyun's Home Clubbing 101" was uploaded by TeethRichPCY.







"PARK CHAAANNNNNYYYYEEEEEOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"








Chanyeol smiles at his computer screen.

At the rate the views are rolling in, he would be able to pay off the dry cleaning bill in no time.

And it was all thanks to his friend, Byun Baekhyun.












Tags: !fanfic, genre:crack, length:oneshot, pairing:baekhyun/chanyeol, rating:pg
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