post #24
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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.
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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... )
“No,” she says simply, and her gaze is challenging.
Chanyeol groans, runs a hand through his hair and looks at anything but her. The way she’s still tugging at her skirt only draws more attention to how short it is, how nice her legs are, how much Chanyeol wants to pull her close. “Jonghee, please, just--”
“Why?” she prompts instantly, propping a hand on her hip. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“It doesn’t bother me exactly…” He scratches the back of his neck and feels heat crawling under his skin. “It’s just distracting and I can’t help but want to...”
“To what, Chanyeol--”
“To touch you,” Chanyeol exclaims, louder than he means, and Jonghee drops the hand from her hip in surprise, her mouth slack. Chanyeol pushes away the urge to kiss her, backtracking quickly, because goddammit, he was doing so well at keeping all of this hidden, and now. Now he’s messed everything up. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, Jonghee, I didn’t mean--you can just forget it.”
“No,” Jonghee says, and she’s suddenly closed the space between them, coming up in front of Chanyeol and grabbing his hands, pulling them away from where he’s hiding his face. She’s peering up at him from under her bangs, eyeliner dark across her eyes and the tiniest hint of faded black eyeshadow. Chanyeol tries to move away but her grip is strong, she’s always been able to hold him tight, yanking him into headlocks or punching him whenever he did or said something stupid. Thankfully it doesn’t look like she’s going to do that now, not with the way she’s staring at him so intently. Her face is so close, Chanyeol could just dip down and their lips would meet, but he won’t do that. Not unless she says it’s okay.
“No,” she says again, pulling Chanyeol from his thoughts. “I don’t want to forget it. I want you to tell me what you mean.”
“What do you mean, what I mean?” Chanyeol squeaks out. “Isn’t it obvious? God, Jonghee. You go around dressing like that and I tell you I want to touch you, and--”
“So, what? You think I’m hot?” Jonghee questions and Chanyeol hates that she has the gall to look smug right now when he feels like he’s going to fall apart.
“Yes, fuck,” Chanyeol hisses, “but that--That’s not all, jesus. I like you, you idiot.”
Jonghee pushes at his chest lightly and exclaims, “Don’t call me an idiot when you’re confessing! You’re the idiot!” She thumps a fist into his chest again. “I’ve liked you for so long!”
Chanyeol feels like his heart has just burst straight out of his chest. “W-What?” he gasps, watching the way pink fills Jonghee’s cheeks and she glances down at the floor embarrassedly. He’s had such a huge crush on her, has been trying to keep it hidden so their friendship would stay the same, that he never even considered the possibility that Jonghee would ever like him back. “Since when?”
She throws her hand up in the air and turns away, hair flying around her face as she looks everywhere but at him. “I don’t know,” she says, “since we were kids and you let me braid your hair?”
“Hey, I thought we were never talking about that again,” Chanyeol says, striding over to her as she walks further away from him. He catches her wrist and tugs until she turns back to him, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Are you serious?”
Jonghee slinks the hand in Chanyeol’s grasp down until their fingers are laced and palms are pressed warm together. "Yes," she says shyly, but her gaze is determined, and, god, Chanyeol doesn't think he's ever heard anything as wonderful as that.
"Fuck, and I've been driving myself practically insane lately, trying not to ruin anything, do you realize how hard it is to not want to touch you when you're wearing these stupid skirts, we seriously need to have a talk about them by the way, not to mention you and your dates like--"
“Chanyeol," Jonghee interrupts, reaching up with both hands to cradle his face in her hands. "Please stop talking already and kiss me."
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