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tina turner, cafuné, feathers | pg | 1005 altogether | chanyeol/jongin
a small collection of things that most likely should not be written ; ever for brittany
Couples' activities are kind of hard to come by when one basically works every minute of every hour of every day that isn't spent sleeping or eating. Chanyeol and Jongin dislike this face, and generally speaking aren't the types to back down from challenges, mostly because damn if they're going to let being young idol princes get in the way of their good time. So, really, everyone else might hate it when they do this? (After all, Jongdae's faces of intense disdain and Sehun's continual scoffing and eyerolling are legendary, and the way Kyungsoo glares at them for interrupting his peace is amusing the first couple times, but wears thin pretty quickly.) But Chanyeol and Jongin are the kings of in-the-car lipsyncs. They even come up with funny dances to go along with it, and they usually end up with someone getting knocked in the shoulder or kicked in the back of the head and it doesn't end until someone (read: Zitao) is left crying in a heap on the floor begging for Joonmyun or Yifan. One can tell who picks their number for the day by what song they're doing. The only thing to be grateful for is probably the whole seatbelts deal, which limits movement. It still doesn't stop Zitao from getting beat up, and it still doesn't stop Chanyeol and Jongin from being the cutest, most annoying couple to ever do a chair-dance to Super Junior.
It's no surprise that Chanyeol has a fascination with Jongin's hair as of late. It has a lot to do with the coordi noonas suddenly deciding to change its color, then its style, then its color again, all within the span of a month. Jongin complains continually about how much he dislikes it -- he'd never admit to this but when it comes to things that concern his appearance he suddenly turns rather self-conscious -- but... it suits him, looks lovely against the color of his skin. At least, Chanyeol thinks so. When they're laying together at the end of the night, clothed or otherwise, he always takes the time to brush his fingers through Jongin's locks, kiss his crown, tell him how good he looks today. It's not really a complimentary thing, though, so much as it is a genuine gesture of appreciation. Plus, he absolutely adores how cute his boyfriend looks when he blushes.
"You think so?" he asks every single time without fail.
"Absolutely," Chanyeol answers without so much as skipping a beat. "Too bad they're not going to let you keep it for long."
Jongin always whimpers and buries his face in Chanyeol's collarbone, mumbling something about 'can't they just make up their minds'; Chanyeol strokes his hair lovingly, fingers lazily coming to rest at the nape of his neck before too long. "You'll always look good to me."
They're covered in sweat and barely passable as far as clean goes, but neither of them have the energy to care. Good sex will do that to a person, they've both come to find out. They're lying together, still entangled, still trying to catch their breath and really just enjoying the company of another person they care about. There's affection involved, but it's the weary kind, like the morning but worse because they haven't fallen asleep yet. They lie chest-to-chest, knees interlocked, arms around one another, when...
"Hey--"
Jongin hadn't even realised he was doing it, but he looks up into Chanyeol's face, gnawing on his lower lip. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," Chanyeol stammers out, "just go...go to sleep, okay? Another long day tomorrow."
So Jongin, of course, looks down at what his hand had been doing; he hadn't been paying it much attention, just kind of letting it wander as it went, and he notices that his fingernails are pressed softly into Chanyeol's stomach. It's hard to keep a grin to himself, but he does it, closing his eyes and pretending to drift off into slumber, even as he drags his fingertips against the soft flesh of his boyfriend's belly again, this time to see what happens, whether or not he'd imagined that little overreaction.
He hadn't. Chanyeol jerks, arms going rigid around Jongin, and Jongin opens one eye to a slit to peer into the other's face, which is beet red with what Jongin can only presume to be an impressive mixture of embarrassment and effort in regards to keeping this quiet. "Hyung, are you ticklish?" Jongin, pretending to be sleepy when he so obviously isn't.
"N-no!" Chanyeol pouts stubbornly, booping Jongin on the nose with two fingers. "Absolutely not, na-uh, don't even dream of it."
And, expectedly enough, Jongin takes this opportunity to tickle the everloving hell out of Chanyeol. Except what he didn't anticipate was Chanyeol fighting back, and they've both long since established that Jongin is ticklish in the small of his back and the backs of his thighs, so essentially they're fighting with feather fingers, rolling and laughing so much it physically pains them until --
Thunk. Jongin hits the floor, having rolled off the bed in all the excitement.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chanyeol dives off the bed, cradles Jongin with an arm around the back of his neck and another under his knees, carefully lifting him up and setting him back on the bed before crawling up behind him, encircling his waist in a delicate hug.
"I think I'll live." Jongin is still laughing, honestly.
"What have we learned today?" Chanyeol's tutting into Jongin's ear, breathy and still somewhat enthused from all the contact, despite the fact that he absolutely can't abide being tickled, not even by cute boys he happens to kind of be enamored with.
"I don't know, hyung," and the nickname is surrounded by something much like sarcasm, but a lot more loving, "what have we learned?"
So Chanyeol playfully nips at Jongin's ear. "We have learned," he murmurs seriously, "that tickling me is a very, very bad idea." He runs a slow, deliberate hand down Jongin's side, across the span of his hipbone, and just like that, neither of them are quite so exhausted as they'd thought just a few minutes before.
a small collection of things that most likely should not be written ; ever for brittany
Couples' activities are kind of hard to come by when one basically works every minute of every hour of every day that isn't spent sleeping or eating. Chanyeol and Jongin dislike this face, and generally speaking aren't the types to back down from challenges, mostly because damn if they're going to let being young idol princes get in the way of their good time. So, really, everyone else might hate it when they do this? (After all, Jongdae's faces of intense disdain and Sehun's continual scoffing and eyerolling are legendary, and the way Kyungsoo glares at them for interrupting his peace is amusing the first couple times, but wears thin pretty quickly.) But Chanyeol and Jongin are the kings of in-the-car lipsyncs. They even come up with funny dances to go along with it, and they usually end up with someone getting knocked in the shoulder or kicked in the back of the head and it doesn't end until someone (read: Zitao) is left crying in a heap on the floor begging for Joonmyun or Yifan. One can tell who picks their number for the day by what song they're doing. The only thing to be grateful for is probably the whole seatbelts deal, which limits movement. It still doesn't stop Zitao from getting beat up, and it still doesn't stop Chanyeol and Jongin from being the cutest, most annoying couple to ever do a chair-dance to Super Junior.
It's no surprise that Chanyeol has a fascination with Jongin's hair as of late. It has a lot to do with the coordi noonas suddenly deciding to change its color, then its style, then its color again, all within the span of a month. Jongin complains continually about how much he dislikes it -- he'd never admit to this but when it comes to things that concern his appearance he suddenly turns rather self-conscious -- but... it suits him, looks lovely against the color of his skin. At least, Chanyeol thinks so. When they're laying together at the end of the night, clothed or otherwise, he always takes the time to brush his fingers through Jongin's locks, kiss his crown, tell him how good he looks today. It's not really a complimentary thing, though, so much as it is a genuine gesture of appreciation. Plus, he absolutely adores how cute his boyfriend looks when he blushes.
"You think so?" he asks every single time without fail.
"Absolutely," Chanyeol answers without so much as skipping a beat. "Too bad they're not going to let you keep it for long."
Jongin always whimpers and buries his face in Chanyeol's collarbone, mumbling something about 'can't they just make up their minds'; Chanyeol strokes his hair lovingly, fingers lazily coming to rest at the nape of his neck before too long. "You'll always look good to me."
They're covered in sweat and barely passable as far as clean goes, but neither of them have the energy to care. Good sex will do that to a person, they've both come to find out. They're lying together, still entangled, still trying to catch their breath and really just enjoying the company of another person they care about. There's affection involved, but it's the weary kind, like the morning but worse because they haven't fallen asleep yet. They lie chest-to-chest, knees interlocked, arms around one another, when...
"Hey--"
Jongin hadn't even realised he was doing it, but he looks up into Chanyeol's face, gnawing on his lower lip. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," Chanyeol stammers out, "just go...go to sleep, okay? Another long day tomorrow."
So Jongin, of course, looks down at what his hand had been doing; he hadn't been paying it much attention, just kind of letting it wander as it went, and he notices that his fingernails are pressed softly into Chanyeol's stomach. It's hard to keep a grin to himself, but he does it, closing his eyes and pretending to drift off into slumber, even as he drags his fingertips against the soft flesh of his boyfriend's belly again, this time to see what happens, whether or not he'd imagined that little overreaction.
He hadn't. Chanyeol jerks, arms going rigid around Jongin, and Jongin opens one eye to a slit to peer into the other's face, which is beet red with what Jongin can only presume to be an impressive mixture of embarrassment and effort in regards to keeping this quiet. "Hyung, are you ticklish?" Jongin, pretending to be sleepy when he so obviously isn't.
"N-no!" Chanyeol pouts stubbornly, booping Jongin on the nose with two fingers. "Absolutely not, na-uh, don't even dream of it."
And, expectedly enough, Jongin takes this opportunity to tickle the everloving hell out of Chanyeol. Except what he didn't anticipate was Chanyeol fighting back, and they've both long since established that Jongin is ticklish in the small of his back and the backs of his thighs, so essentially they're fighting with feather fingers, rolling and laughing so much it physically pains them until --
Thunk. Jongin hits the floor, having rolled off the bed in all the excitement.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chanyeol dives off the bed, cradles Jongin with an arm around the back of his neck and another under his knees, carefully lifting him up and setting him back on the bed before crawling up behind him, encircling his waist in a delicate hug.
"I think I'll live." Jongin is still laughing, honestly.
"What have we learned today?" Chanyeol's tutting into Jongin's ear, breathy and still somewhat enthused from all the contact, despite the fact that he absolutely can't abide being tickled, not even by cute boys he happens to kind of be enamored with.
"I don't know, hyung," and the nickname is surrounded by something much like sarcasm, but a lot more loving, "what have we learned?"
So Chanyeol playfully nips at Jongin's ear. "We have learned," he murmurs seriously, "that tickling me is a very, very bad idea." He runs a slow, deliberate hand down Jongin's side, across the span of his hipbone, and just like that, neither of them are quite so exhausted as they'd thought just a few minutes before.