post #24
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Chanyeol slowly inches his fingers across the table. Despite the slight stickiness of the surface, he continues to move his fingers towards their destination. From across the table, Jongin pointedly ignores him, hiding behind the laminated pages of the menu.
“Chanyeol, what are you getting?” Baekhyun asks, bumping his shoulder lightly.
“Huh?” Chanyeol’s concentration snaps, and he looks up to find Baekhyun staring at him expectantly.
“Oh. Uh,” Chanyeol flips through the menu randomly. Although he’s been looking forward to eating at Joonmyeon’s newly opened restaurant for weeks, nothing seems appetizing right now.
“Don’t mind him, hyung. He always has trouble deciding things,” Jongin pipes up, face impassive.
Baekhyun blinks, confused, but decides further questioning won’t be worth the effort. Instead, he busies himself with building a tower out of sugar packets while Sehun giggles and claps his hands like he always does when he’s amused.
Chanyeol’s temper flares momentarily but he suppresses it. It’s your fault he’s pissed, his conscience gleefully reminds him so Chanyeol sucks it up and reaches over to grab Jongin’s hand one more time.
It would have been a successful endeavor if Jongin hadn’t felt the need to grab his cup at that exact moment. Jongin raises the cup to his lips and takes a long, deliberate sip, one eyebrow raised as if challenging his boyfriend. Chanyeol slams his head onto the table and immediately regrets it. Damn, the tables are sticky. He barely registers the waitress coming over take their orders.
“I’ll just have what he’s having,” Chanyeol nods towards Jongin.
“... I thought you were dying to try the galbi. You always say chicken dishes aren’t worth the money-”
“I changed my mind,” Chanyeol says loudly and everyone at the table except Jongin snorts. The waitress nods and collects the menus.
Everything about the restaurant is annoying him at the moment, from the dim lighting to the heavy smell of barbeque that will cling to his clothes hours after he leaves. In the background, EXO-M’s newest single playing and Baekhyun and Sehun are lip synching obnoxiously along. EXO-M is Baekhyun and Sehun’s newest obsession, and frankly Chanyeol is tired of the never ending “Who’s hotter: Kris or Tao?” debate. (The answer is obviously Lay).
“Chanyeol, you always do the rap part,” Baekhyun grumbles as Kris’ voice takes over the part Chanyeol is supposed to be performing.
“Sorry, Baek,” Chanyeol grins apologetically. “You guys were already doing such a great job.”
Sehun sticks his tongue out at him and Chanyeol playfully kicks him under the table. Things settle down as they wait for their food but Chanyeol is nowhere close to forgiveness.
It’s time to take some action.
“Sehun, can we switch seats?”
“Why, what’s wrong with Baekhyun hyung?” Sehun teases but slips out of his chair obediently to allow Chanyeol to sit next to Jongin, despite the tight-lipped glares Jongin is sending his friend. Baekhyun makes a face at Chanyeol and slings his arms around Sehun as he sits down.
“Hey,” Chanyeol says quietly and Jongin’s expression softens for a moment before returning to its sullen state.
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“Nope!” Chanyeol grins and attempts to sling his arm around Jongin. Jongin dodges quickly and gets up.
“Sorry guys, just a bit tired. I’m going to use the restroom.”
Chanyeol rests his arm stiffly on the top rail of Jongin’s now empty chair. Thankfully, before Sehun or Baekhyun can open their mouths again, their food arrives. In hindsight, Chanyeol thinks he really should have paid more attention to the menu because now he’s stuck with whatever Jongin ordered and not the galbi that Sehun is digging into with the fervor of a man deprived of everything good in this world. He looks on pitifully as the grease drips down Sehun’s mouth and Baekhyun roughly wipes a napkin over his face, scolding him lightly for poor table manners. Sehun rolls his eyes and reaches over to spoon some of Baekhyun’s soondubu into his own mouth while Baekhyun sputters in protest.
Jongin returns and sits down. “Oh, food’s here!” He says a bit too brightly and Sehun gives him a thumbs up before digging back into his food. Chanyeol starts eating but he can’t really taste much.
From his peripheral vision Chanyeol can see Jongin’s clenched fist, which is his usual way of saying “fuck off” so Chanyeol waits a few minutes before placing his hand softly on Jongin’s knee. Jongin visibly tenses but doesn’t shake him off so Chanyeol takes this as a good sign. Currently, Baekhyun and Sehun are getting into a little argument over the last pieces of meat on Sehun’s plate and are paying the other two absolutely no mind.
“Jongin,” Chanyeol says quietly. “Jongin, please look at me.”
Jongin looks him fully in the eye for the first time in the evening. “We’ll talk about it when we get home, OK? Now if you don’t mind moving your hand…”
“If you say so,” Chanyeol grins, sliding his palm slowly up Jongin’s leg. Immediately, Jongin slaps his hand away, face burning with embarrassment.
Baekhyun looks up at the two of them, scandalized. “Guys, please. This is a public area full of little children like our dear Sehun.”
“Move your hand, hyung, I want to see!” Sehun complains, swatting Baekhyun’s hand from his face.
*
“Mm, I’m sorry,” Chanyeol murmurs as he places gentle kisses on the hollows of Jongin’s cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crown of his head. They’ve returned home from the dinner gathering and Chanyeol is still hungry, but right now he could care less. “I’m so sorry, I was wrong.”
Jongin lets out a long suffering sigh. “Just don’t promise me something if you aren’t going to follow through, alright? If you’re too busy to pick me up from work next time just say so. And pick up your damn phone for once.”
“I promise it won’t happen again,” Chanyeol says, cupping Jongin’s face lovingly with his hands. “I lost track of time and my phone was deader than dead. Still no excuse though.”
He leans in. “Will you please kiss me?”
And so Jongin does.
((I’m sorry there’s no dick grabbing. Perhaps another filler can give you a second fill?))
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