{christmas 2015} of carols and mistletoe by aezy1998
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title: Of Carols and Mistletoe
author: aezy1998
main pairing: Baekhyun/D.O.
sub-pairing: Jongin/Taemin
word count: 1.1k
rating: PG
warning/s: kyungsoo is a potty-mouth, jongin tries to give relationship advice, sad attempts at humor, slight sexual themes
summary: All Kyungsoo wants is for Baekhyun to shut the hell up, and maybe to suck his face off. Not necessarily in that order.
author's notes: enjoy the baeksoo holiday word barf. also ninja! taekai because i can.
Kyungsoo’s eyebrow twitches as Baekhyun launches into yet another Christmas carol, practically screaming at the top of his lungs that ‘all I want for Christmas is you’, and Kyungsoo has never wanted to be deaf more than he does right now.
“Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo says, but the idiot isn’t paying him any attention, just goes on belting Mariah Carey lyrics into the wooden spoon in his hand.
Kyungsoo tries to return his attention to mixing the dough in the bowl in front of him, but he kind of needs that spoon and he definitely needs Baekhyun to be quiet, so he tries again. “Baekhyun!”
Even so, Baekhyun doesn’t hear him (or is ignoring him, more likely) and finishes out the song. Before he can start another, Kyungsoo seizes the moment to snatch the spoon away with one hand and whack Baekhyun on the back of the head with the other.
“Shut the hell up, asshole,” Kyungsoo seethes, all but attacking the dough with the spoon as he pins a death glare on the other.
Baekhyun holds up his hands in surrender. “Whoa there, ease up on the mixing. You’re beating that poor dough to a pulp.”
Kyungsoo glances down at the mixing bowl to notice that he is mixing rather harshly when a body presses behind his and one hand snakes along his waist while the other rests atop the hand Kyungsoo is holding the spoon with, and dammit Kyungsoo’s face grows hot.
“See, like this,” Baekhyun’s voice says next to his ear, and oh, Kyungsoo can feel his breath on his neck. “Slowly.” Baekhyun’s hand moves Kyungsoo’s, and Kyungsoo is too stupefied to do anything else except let him do as he likes.
The heat moves down his neck, all the way down to his toes, and suddenly Kyungsoo remembers himself, stepping out of Baekhyun’s reach. “I know what I’m doing,” he mutters, but he can’t meet Baekhyun’s eyes and he knows that his face is probably redder than Rudolph’s nose on a foggy Christmas Eve.
“Ah, so red.” Baekhyun says, and a finger pokes his cheek. Kyungsoo’s eyes snap to Baekhyun, and, well, he really can’t be blamed for what happens next.
“So let me get this straight,” Jongin says, hand running down his face in disbelief and exasperation. “You bit Baekhyun’s finger, then proceeded to pour an entire bowl of cookie dough on his head? Wow hyung, you have a weird way of showing you like someone.”
Kyungsoo would have socked him if it had been anyone else saying it, but this is Jongin and he can’t help the dumb soft spot he has for the stupid ball of cute that prevents him from laying a finger on Jongin. “You’re one to talk about how I handle my non-existent relationships when you can’t even confess to the guy you like!”
Jongin sputters, his face flushing. “T-that’s a low blow, hyung!”
Kyungsoo smirks. Victory. “You know it’s true. But you know, if you think he doesn’t know, he probably does. He might even like you too, what, with you guys always acting like two halves of the same whole. You’re practically made for each other.” Kyungsoo says, trying to soften the blow.
Jongin blushes even darker (if that’s actually possible), fidgeting in his seat. If Kyungsoo didn’t already have his sights set on a certain Byun Baekhyun, he might have entertained the thought of how cute Kim Jongin actually is, but. Thinking about Baekhyun reminds Kyungsoo of his problem, and he groans.
“How am I going to fix this?” he moans, sinking into a pit of despair and self-pity.
Jongin snaps out of his own embarrassment to sling an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Leave it to me, little Soo.”
Kyungsoo would be worried with whatever the boy has in mind if he wasn’t upset about the ‘little’ comment.
It’s the only time he’s ever punched Jongin.
Kyungsoo blinks at Jongin as he stares at what the dancer has done to their shared apartment.
“Mistletoe,” he deadpans. “You strung mistletoe everywhere. How exactly is this supposed to help me apologize to Baekhyun?”
Jongin beams. “Why, I’m glad you asked! Basically you call him over and use every chance you have to make out with him! And then you can apologize and confess your feelings~!” he sing-songs, and Kyungsoo face palms.
“Fine, I’ll do things your way.” Kyungsoo sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, don’t you have a confession of your own to be doing?”
Jongin blushes, running a hand through his hair. “Um, yeah…?”
Kyungsoo looks at him expectantly. “Well? Aren’t you gonna go?”
Jongin points a finger at him. “Right.” Then he walks off to his room, closing the door behind him. Kyungsoo shrugs, and pulls out his cellphone to dial Baekhyun’s number.
“Merry Christmas!” Baekhyun exclaims when Kyungsoo opens the door.
“Same to you,” Kyungsoo says, stepping aside to allow Baekhyun to enter. Once Baekhyun is inside, he suddenly wraps something warm and fluffy around Kyungsoo’s neck.
“A scarf?” he says, giving the Byun a strange look.
Baekhyun smiles brightly. “Yep! I figured it’d look cute on you~!” he wiggles his eyebrows. “And it does~.”
Kyungsoo feels like melting or decking Baekhyun. There really is no in-between.
“Oh.” Baekhyun says, glancing up. “Mistletoe.”
Kyungsoo bites his lip, thinking that maybe Jongin’s plan is a bad one after all.
Baekhyun’s eyes flit to where Kyungsoo is chewing his bottom lip, and Kyungsoo stops. He’s about to say something when Baekhyun grabs the ends of the scarf and pulls him close, their faces only centimeters apart.
“Baekhyun, I…” his sentence is swallowed by Baekhyun’s lips on his, soft and warm.
Kyungsoo stands in shock for a split second before he tugs on Baekhyun’s sweater, deepening the kiss.
They part for air briefly before diving back in, both fighting for dominance for a moment before Baekhyun relents and moans into Kyungsoo’s mouth, and Kyungsoo seizes the opportunity to slip some tongue action in.
“Finally!” Jongin exclaims, and Kyungsoo and Baekhyun break apart as if a nuclear explosion blasted them away from each other. “My ship has sailed!”
Baekhyun blushes and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Kim Jongin don’t you have a certain person to be making out with, one whose name starts with Tae and ends with Min?”
Needless to say, Jongin leaves Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to their make out session after that.
~END~
Kyungsoo happens to return home from his Christmas date with Baekhyun with said man in tow, but he’s only slightly surprised to find Jongin and Taemin making out in the doorway under the mistletoe the he had kissed Baekhyun under only hours before.
“It’s about damn time,” he yells, causing Jongin to look at him in surprise.
“Kyungsoo! I didn’t think you’d be back this soon!” he stutters, but Kyungsoo cuts him off.
“No need to worry. We can go to my place,” Taemin says, dragging Jongin out of the apartment.
Baekhyun laughs. “Don’t do anything I would do Jonginnie~!”
Kyungsoo smacks him before dragging him over the threshold, crushing his mouth to Baekhyun’s, and there isn’t anything else to say.
~BONUS END~
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title: Of Carols and Mistletoe
author: aezy1998
main pairing: Baekhyun/D.O.
sub-pairing: Jongin/Taemin
word count: 1.1k
rating: PG
warning/s: kyungsoo is a potty-mouth, jongin tries to give relationship advice, sad attempts at humor, slight sexual themes
summary: All Kyungsoo wants is for Baekhyun to shut the hell up, and maybe to suck his face off. Not necessarily in that order.
author's notes: enjoy the baeksoo holiday word barf. also ninja! taekai because i can.
Kyungsoo’s eyebrow twitches as Baekhyun launches into yet another Christmas carol, practically screaming at the top of his lungs that ‘all I want for Christmas is you’, and Kyungsoo has never wanted to be deaf more than he does right now.
“Baekhyun.” Kyungsoo says, but the idiot isn’t paying him any attention, just goes on belting Mariah Carey lyrics into the wooden spoon in his hand.
Kyungsoo tries to return his attention to mixing the dough in the bowl in front of him, but he kind of needs that spoon and he definitely needs Baekhyun to be quiet, so he tries again. “Baekhyun!”
Even so, Baekhyun doesn’t hear him (or is ignoring him, more likely) and finishes out the song. Before he can start another, Kyungsoo seizes the moment to snatch the spoon away with one hand and whack Baekhyun on the back of the head with the other.
“Shut the hell up, asshole,” Kyungsoo seethes, all but attacking the dough with the spoon as he pins a death glare on the other.
Baekhyun holds up his hands in surrender. “Whoa there, ease up on the mixing. You’re beating that poor dough to a pulp.”
Kyungsoo glances down at the mixing bowl to notice that he is mixing rather harshly when a body presses behind his and one hand snakes along his waist while the other rests atop the hand Kyungsoo is holding the spoon with, and dammit Kyungsoo’s face grows hot.
“See, like this,” Baekhyun’s voice says next to his ear, and oh, Kyungsoo can feel his breath on his neck. “Slowly.” Baekhyun’s hand moves Kyungsoo’s, and Kyungsoo is too stupefied to do anything else except let him do as he likes.
The heat moves down his neck, all the way down to his toes, and suddenly Kyungsoo remembers himself, stepping out of Baekhyun’s reach. “I know what I’m doing,” he mutters, but he can’t meet Baekhyun’s eyes and he knows that his face is probably redder than Rudolph’s nose on a foggy Christmas Eve.
“Ah, so red.” Baekhyun says, and a finger pokes his cheek. Kyungsoo’s eyes snap to Baekhyun, and, well, he really can’t be blamed for what happens next.
“So let me get this straight,” Jongin says, hand running down his face in disbelief and exasperation. “You bit Baekhyun’s finger, then proceeded to pour an entire bowl of cookie dough on his head? Wow hyung, you have a weird way of showing you like someone.”
Kyungsoo would have socked him if it had been anyone else saying it, but this is Jongin and he can’t help the dumb soft spot he has for the stupid ball of cute that prevents him from laying a finger on Jongin. “You’re one to talk about how I handle my non-existent relationships when you can’t even confess to the guy you like!”
Jongin sputters, his face flushing. “T-that’s a low blow, hyung!”
Kyungsoo smirks. Victory. “You know it’s true. But you know, if you think he doesn’t know, he probably does. He might even like you too, what, with you guys always acting like two halves of the same whole. You’re practically made for each other.” Kyungsoo says, trying to soften the blow.
Jongin blushes even darker (if that’s actually possible), fidgeting in his seat. If Kyungsoo didn’t already have his sights set on a certain Byun Baekhyun, he might have entertained the thought of how cute Kim Jongin actually is, but. Thinking about Baekhyun reminds Kyungsoo of his problem, and he groans.
“How am I going to fix this?” he moans, sinking into a pit of despair and self-pity.
Jongin snaps out of his own embarrassment to sling an arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Leave it to me, little Soo.”
Kyungsoo would be worried with whatever the boy has in mind if he wasn’t upset about the ‘little’ comment.
It’s the only time he’s ever punched Jongin.
Kyungsoo blinks at Jongin as he stares at what the dancer has done to their shared apartment.
“Mistletoe,” he deadpans. “You strung mistletoe everywhere. How exactly is this supposed to help me apologize to Baekhyun?”
Jongin beams. “Why, I’m glad you asked! Basically you call him over and use every chance you have to make out with him! And then you can apologize and confess your feelings~!” he sing-songs, and Kyungsoo face palms.
“Fine, I’ll do things your way.” Kyungsoo sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, don’t you have a confession of your own to be doing?”
Jongin blushes, running a hand through his hair. “Um, yeah…?”
Kyungsoo looks at him expectantly. “Well? Aren’t you gonna go?”
Jongin points a finger at him. “Right.” Then he walks off to his room, closing the door behind him. Kyungsoo shrugs, and pulls out his cellphone to dial Baekhyun’s number.
“Merry Christmas!” Baekhyun exclaims when Kyungsoo opens the door.
“Same to you,” Kyungsoo says, stepping aside to allow Baekhyun to enter. Once Baekhyun is inside, he suddenly wraps something warm and fluffy around Kyungsoo’s neck.
“A scarf?” he says, giving the Byun a strange look.
Baekhyun smiles brightly. “Yep! I figured it’d look cute on you~!” he wiggles his eyebrows. “And it does~.”
Kyungsoo feels like melting or decking Baekhyun. There really is no in-between.
“Oh.” Baekhyun says, glancing up. “Mistletoe.”
Kyungsoo bites his lip, thinking that maybe Jongin’s plan is a bad one after all.
Baekhyun’s eyes flit to where Kyungsoo is chewing his bottom lip, and Kyungsoo stops. He’s about to say something when Baekhyun grabs the ends of the scarf and pulls him close, their faces only centimeters apart.
“Baekhyun, I…” his sentence is swallowed by Baekhyun’s lips on his, soft and warm.
Kyungsoo stands in shock for a split second before he tugs on Baekhyun’s sweater, deepening the kiss.
They part for air briefly before diving back in, both fighting for dominance for a moment before Baekhyun relents and moans into Kyungsoo’s mouth, and Kyungsoo seizes the opportunity to slip some tongue action in.
“Finally!” Jongin exclaims, and Kyungsoo and Baekhyun break apart as if a nuclear explosion blasted them away from each other. “My ship has sailed!”
Baekhyun blushes and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes in exasperation. “Kim Jongin don’t you have a certain person to be making out with, one whose name starts with Tae and ends with Min?”
Needless to say, Jongin leaves Kyungsoo and Baekhyun to their make out session after that.
~END~
Kyungsoo happens to return home from his Christmas date with Baekhyun with said man in tow, but he’s only slightly surprised to find Jongin and Taemin making out in the doorway under the mistletoe the he had kissed Baekhyun under only hours before.
“It’s about damn time,” he yells, causing Jongin to look at him in surprise.
“Kyungsoo! I didn’t think you’d be back this soon!” he stutters, but Kyungsoo cuts him off.
“No need to worry. We can go to my place,” Taemin says, dragging Jongin out of the apartment.
Baekhyun laughs. “Don’t do anything I would do Jonginnie~!”
Kyungsoo smacks him before dragging him over the threshold, crushing his mouth to Baekhyun’s, and there isn’t anything else to say.
~BONUS END~
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