blame it (on the a-a-a-amortentia)
►recipient:yeolis
►title:blame it (on the a-a-a-amortentia)
►pairings:chanyeol/chen ft. blink-it-and-you'll-miss-it kris/lay
►rating:pg-13
►word count:5065
►warnings: dick jokes
►summary: blame it on the rum, blame it on the whisky, blame it on the butterbeer gotcha feelin’ tipsy.
►author's notes: i wish i had more time to write your other prompts, i had outlines for the kris/lay but sadly, not enough time ;; i hope i did this prompt justice though! i apologize if you don't like it or if it seems a bit rushed, i got busy with school and bleh. special thanks to m and t for helping with ideas and to my girls c, m, and s for keeping me smiling throughout the entire process.
to mods: i apologize immensely for my lateness >< and thank you for still accepting my fic. i'm pretty sure i annoyed you guys a lot for being the last one but thanks for keeping your cool with me.
The only thing worse than having History of Magic on a Monday was having History of Magic at eight o’clock in the morning on a Monday at the start of the new term. Professor Seo was easily the most boring teacher, no scratch that, person, oh wait, correction- ghost on campus and being interesting obviously wasn’t one of her goals as she regularly forgot war dates and confused Woohyun the Weird with Sulli the Strong. In all honesty, Chanyeol could barely stay awake in that class if it weren’t for the brilliant brunette sitting at the desk in front of him.
His name was Byun Baekhyun and, boy, was he dreamy as fuck. He had this really fluffy brown hair, the cutest pink lips (that were really tiny and thin but still kissable!), and a mind sharper than any Ravenclaw boy their age (girls were harder to compete with). He’d actually met Baekhyun on the train to school along with Jongdae, a boy with a Cheshire cat-like smile and a sassy, saucy tongue. Without any hesitation, the three became easy comrades, tossing around jokes and snarky comebacks, their laughter and happy tears fogging up the windows of their compartment on their mysterious journey through the misty mountains to a school of magic concealed from an unsuspecting, “normal” world. The pit of Chanyeol’s stomach churned with excitement as they had approached the school by boat, butterflies seeking to escape from his rib cage. He’d never forget how Baekhyun held his hand that night. Nobody could see it because it was so dark, but he felt it, completely disregarding all of Jongdae’s complaints about how humid it was or how slow their boat was sailing through the thick, dirty swamp.
Chanyeol actually worried that the three of them would get separated by the sorting hat, predicting that Baekhyun would be sent off to Ravenclaw for his wisdom or Jongdae, the sly little devil that he was, to Slytherin. By a stroke of luck, of course, they were all sorted into Gryffindor, which meant that they were all super courageous, and yet Chanyeol hadn’t found the balls to ask Baekhyun out on a proper date, or ask him out at all for that matter. It was something that Jongdae often teased him about, catcalling him from across the hall or imitating a whip cracking overhead, which caused the tips of Chanyeol’s ears to turn scarlet. Fast-forwarding another four years later and nothing had changed. They were the infamous trio that paraded the school with immature jokes, and Chanyeol was still too scared to put his heart in the hands of his best friend, even more terrified of the idea of things turning awkward due to his fumbling teenage feelings.
So as Professor Seo droned on and on about the third great wizarding war of the eighteenth century, his classmates scribbled furiously onto their aged parchment paper, their quills scraping the bottoms of their almost dry inkwells; Jongdae was snoring softly in the seat beside him, head sideways with his books acting as a sort of makeshift pillow and his mouth slightly parted. His thickly framed glasses were skewed awkwardly across his face due to his position, leaving angry red marks along the bridge of his nose. But Chanyeol couldn’t care less about the pool of drool that was slowly forming around Jongdae’s face or the fact that Eric the Oddball (or was it Dongwoon the Dangerous?) saved humanity and restored peace to the wizarding nations. There were more important things to think about, obviously.
That’s when a lightbulb goes off in his head and he decides that he’s gonna do it. He’s going to confess to his crush of five years. He’s going to tell Baekhyun that he’s in love with him. He shakes his head, god, Baekhyun must really be dense if he hasn’t realized Chanyeol’s liked him for five years.
Jongdae’s not surprised when Chanyeol tells him what he plans to do in their Potions class later that day.
“Honestly, Park, you’re so fucking gay.” He remarks, glancing at his potions book, finger tracing over the steps that he has already completed, glasses slipping. Today they’re making the Wiggenweld potion, and whatever they make is worth twenty percent of their already steeply declining grades. The liquid in his pewter cauldron is a sickly hot pink as opposed to the tickled turquoise that the book describes and Chanyeol wonders where Jongdae went wrong. He doesn’t say anything though because his own potion has turned green instead of yellow, and based on the way Professor Kibum’s clicking his tongue, he’d reckon their marks have already dropped a full two levels. “I mean, I totally expected it, but come on, have some originality.”
“Well, do you have a better idea?”
Chanyeol had originally planned to write him a song and play it for him on that guitar he loved so much. Baekhyun had been quite fascinated by the instrument when Chanyeol had first brought it out in their second year. It had been last Christmas when he’d tried it out, when the windows were laced with frost and cold and it was just him and Baekhyun sprawled in their fat armchairs in the common room with the fire cackling beside them. The embers were flickering and the flames licked at the pieces of wood inside the fireplace. Jongdae had gone home to his family. He couldn’t forget the soft smile that stretched across Baekhyun’s lips as he struck a note, or how they started harmonizing together. Their eyes were glued to one another and it was so warm. He felt at home in those dark brown eyes.
Chanyeol probably should’ve kissed him that night, he laments sadly over his potion, stirring in more ingredients over the fire. But he was waiting for a signal, some sort of sign that maybe Baekhyun was interested in him too and until that happened he wasn’t going to do anything.
He peers across the table to where Jongdae’s standing and raises a brow because his best friend still hasn’t answered him. “Well?”
Chanyeol knows better than to trust Jongdae when he gets that glint in his eyes. The one that got the three of them in detention for almost two months. Those glittering eyes that nearly had them drowning in swamps and scampering away from mutant spiders in the dewdrop masked forest.
“A love potion.”
Yeah, Chanyeol shouldn’t trust him.
“You’re insane. I don’t have time to make a stupid love potion- besides, he won’t even fall in love with me for real that way!” He exclaims a little too loudly, dumping in some flobberworm mucus into his bubbling pot. It fizzes upon contact and he scrunches his nose. Somewhere across the room, Professor Kibum sighs disapprovingly and Chanyeol gulps.
“You don’t even have to make it; I could probably nick it from Kibum’s cupboard. Slip it in Baek’s pumpkin juice and you’re all set!” He’s muttering, refusing to meet Chanyeol’s eyes because their teacher looks like he wants to strangle the both of them.
Minutes start to pass and they both focus on their own potions, palms sweaty and arms heavy because they both know that they’re going to fail. Honestly, he doesn’t even know how they’ve made it this far. For the past four years they’ve been receiving ‘Acceptable’ on their work, always on the edge from ‘Poor’. One mistake and-
Crack!
Chanyeol’s life literally flashes before his bulging eyes as he witnesses Jongdae’s cauldron topple off his bench and spill his golden potion all over the dungeon floor, watching the liquid seep through the cracked stone tiles. There’s this hissing noise and it takes him a couple seconds for him, and their classmates, to realize that the potion is dissolving the floor; Jongdae is melting the fucking floor.
“DETENTION, MR. KIM.” The potions master looks positively pissed. “CLASS IS DISMISSED. Mr. Kim, please stay behind, we need to discuss how you’re to carry out your punishment.”
Jongdae trudges forward and smiles sheepishly at the ground as the rest of their classmates bustle out of the dungeon. He turns his head and offers Chanyeol a sly wink, a smirk evident on his lips like this was all according to plan.
He shakes his head and packs his things, silently escaping the chaos of their newly destroyed potions class and looking forward to being reunited with Baekhyun at dinner.
Jongdae joins them at the Gryffindor table during dinner and nobody seems to notice that he’s late besides Chanyeol. He slips into the seat beside Chanyeol and immediately starts to stuff his face with pastries and drumsticks, his stomach grumbling in obvious hunger. His legs dangle off the wooden bench and Chanyeol almosts feels sorry for him because he had to stay behind and endure whatever it was Professor Kibum threw at him. Almost because Baekhyun’s sitting right beside him and his thighs are pressed up against his in a way that he knows is unintentional and there’s absolutely no reason for his heart to flutter the way it is, thumping loudly in his chest, but it does and he doesn’t really care about Jongdae anymore.
He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even pay attention to Baekhyun’s hand waving in front of his face until Jongdae throws his arm around his neck in a headlock, cheeks filled with cheesecake, yelling, “Oi, loverboy!”
Right off the bat, Baekhyun takes that cue and leans in, a mischievous grin playing on the edges of his adorable lips, “Ooh, loverboy? Who’s the lucky guy?”
Chanyeol’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He looks back at Jongdae, who’s grinning that knowing smile of his.
Jongdae chortles, lips smeared with whipped cream, his skin blotched cherry red because he forgets that he’s allergic to dairy. “It’s no secret that you swing that way, Park. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”
Baekhyun swings his arm over his shoulder and smiles that Baekhyun smile that melts Chanyeol’s heart to globs of sticky, hot feelings. “It’s not a big deal anyways,” the brunette rolls his eyes. “We’re not ones to judge, right Jongdae?”
They both glance at the shorter boy but Jongdae’s already passed out on the bench like a child, probably because of all that cheesecake, with tufts of unruly brown hair sticking up and the sleeves of his rumpled black robes pushed up to his elbows, exposing the stick-thin pale arms underneath. For someone who ate a whole ton, Jongdae sure didn’t show it. But Baekhyun and Chanyeol are all smiles as they drag their slightly disoriented friend to the common room to tuck him into bed.
“Hey Park.” Jongdae’s voice cuts through the cold, sleepy air as Chanyeol blinks blindly, trying so desperately to get his eyes to focus in the pitch black darkness. It’s been hours past their curfew and in the distance Chanyeol can hear the wolves howling outside the walls of the room.
“Yeah?” He manages to croak back before clearing his throat, mumbling again. “Yeah?”
“I got the potion for you.” His voice sounds pretty far away now, and Chanyeol has to sit up to see the faint outline of his friend’s torso from the shallow moonlight that had trickled in from beyond the windowsill. “I got the amortentia- the love potion.”
Chanyeol rubs his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips, “What’re you talking about, Jongdae?”
He can hear the rustle of sheets and the wooden four poster bed creaking under his friend’s weight as he stretches his tiny legs into what Chanyeol thinks are a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. Jongdae strides towards him and the next thing he knows he’s nudging him to move over so that he can climb into his bed, to which Chanyeol grumbles a reply before complying.
He lifts the blankets and rolls onto his side, watching the latter quietly slip into his bed. It’s much warmer with Jongdae in the bed with him, he realizes, and he can’t remember the last time they were so close and so alone. He props his arm up to rest his head on it as he squints at Jongdae with his foggy vision that’s only starting to clear up.
“I got you the love potion! You can finally get that idiot, Byun Bitchface to fall in love with you.” He whispers excitedly, and Chanyeol swears he can see Jongdae’s signature grin easily spreading across those thin kitten lips. And yet for some strange reason he feels this uncomfortable knot twisting in his stomach. This feels wrong. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he’s going to use a potion to get Baekhyun to fall in love with him or maybe it’s because Jongdae is the one that got it for him.
“How’d you get it anyways?” He has to ask.
Jongdae rolls his eyes, and delivers a playful kick to his calf because that’s the last thing that’s important right now. “That hardly matters, you just have to slip this into his pumpkin juice tomorrow morning at breakfast, and you’re all set!” He pulls out a tiny vial of crystalline blue liquid that seems to dance through the moonbeams and passes it over to him. The weight of the vial is heavy in his hands but the contents appear to swirl within the cool glass, like miniature comets trailing through the night sky.
It’s quiet between them for a while but seconds later Jongdae adds, yawning into the heel of his palm, “Apparently, this potion’s really potent. The effects could last up to a month, maybe more, so you can’t screw up. This actually means something.” It feels weird hearing those words from Jongdae, a known prankster who thinks that everything and anything can be joked about, and he finds that he can’t respond. The silence settles in and the air gets awkward, only ending when Jongdae turns his back to him. Soon after Chanyeol’s eyelids start to droop again and he falls asleep with the vial pressed between the palms of his hands.
When he wakes the next morning Jongdae is nowhere in sight, and he almost dismisses the pang in his heart as nerves while he hurriedly pulls on his pants and throws on his robe dashing off to the Great Hall to meet his date with destiny. He isn’t surprised to see Baekhyun already at the table with some lost looking Hufflepuff who’s rumored to sing to the threstrals in the forest late, late at night. He’s got this burly mocha colored hair that curls perfectly atop his head and from a distance, Chanyeol can see a tall Slytherin boy, he thinks he’s a prefect, trying to drag the Hufflepuff boy away. Baekhyun laughs and Chanyeol smiles at that tinkling laugh because it’s so uplifting. Suddenly the bottle in his hand is a bit lighter and the guilt seems to wash away.
He easily slides into the spot beside Baekhyun and joins in the chatter, helping himself to some breakfast, lumpy porridge and pumpkin juice among an endless list of dishes that never seem to end. When Baekhyun turns away he sees his chance and quickly empties the contents of the vial into his juice. He doesn’t appear to have noticed a thing and smiles at Chanyeol, whose heart thumps violently because there’s no turning back now. This is it. He’s going to drink the juice and fall in love with him. Byun Baekhyun’s finally going to see him. He’s-
“Hey guys, oh my god, can I have that, I’m famished.” Jongdae interjects, arms thrown around Baekhyun’s shoulder, reaching over to down his glass of juice without a second thought.
Halfway through the glass, he acknowledges Chanyeol’s horror stricken face because what the hell Jondgae just ruined his chances at wooing Baekhyun and what the fuck Jongdae’s going to fall in love with him, and Jongdae has the audacity to wave Chanyeol’s expression off like it’s a normal thing, sticking his tongue out in distaste. “God, what’s in this thing, it tastes so fruity.”
Then he joins in with Baekhyun as they start talking about his detention and how he had to clean up the entire dungeon because of the mess he made in class earlier.
That’s when Chanyeol’s brain starts screaming a billion thoughts per second because he doesn’t know when exactly the potion’s going to start affecting Jongdae or how Jongdae’s gonna act with him or if he even wants that attention from him. He totally knew that the angry knot in his stomach was right last night about the potion because deep down he knew it was going to go wrong and, now that it had, he was just going to have to suffer the consequences.
All this happens while Chanyeol smiles innocently back at the two of his best friends who don’t realize that he’s going through a Britney Spears level mental meltdown right now. Why that is relevant he doesn’t know but he makes sure not to say anything aloud by stuffing a spoonful of porridge in his mouth and mentally reminds himself to yell at Jongdae when the potion’s effects wear off.
Chanyeol doesn’t really notice the difference in Jongdae’s behavior until later that night after spending the entire day avoiding the menace. It took a whole lot of self control because he loved hanging out with Jongdae, he was generally a fun guy, but he truly doesn’t want to hurt or trick him; it just sucked because he could see his friend’s face falling after being ignored, and it was never meant to be that way.
The three of them sit at their usual table in the common room in front of the fire, quill scratching away at the aging parchment as they worked on their Charms homework when Jongdae suddenly broke the silence. “I kinda pity Chanyeol’s dick, his neighbor is an asshole and his best friend’s a pussy.”
Chanyeol shot him a death glare but said nothing as Baekhyun could obviously be seen smiling down at his paper, replying smoothly. “Yeah, and he has to hang around two nutcases everyday.”
He smacked Baekhyun’s arm, “I’m right here, you know!”
Jongdae snorted and continued scribbling, “Let’s not talk about this, Baek, it’s kind of a stiff subject and we might rub Chanyeol up the wrong way.”
“Oh my god, Jongdae, be mature.” Chanyeol scraped the bottom of his inkwell.
“Mmm, I agree, Jongdae, it’s a sensitive topic, we shouldn’t just fuck around with it.”
“Stoooooop.” Chanyeol wailed and dropped his head dramatically onto the table. He couldn’t believe this.
“But, Baek, don’t you think we should rise to the occasion?”
The brunette shrugged, adding a flourish with his quill. “I guess it’s not how hard you go, it’s how you finish.” Baekhyun glanced up at the two of his friends. “Anyway,don’t be a dick, Jongdae, Chanyeol’s pun game isn’t up to scratch.”
“I suppose you’re right, we shouldn’t be assholes.” Jongdae added nonchalantly, gaze not lifting from his paper as he continued to messily print paragraphs, the side of his hand already smudged with wet ink.
That did it.
“Honestly, I’m so done with you guys, I don’t know you two AT ALL.” Chanyeol slammed his books shut but Jongdae clung to his arm.
“Chanyeooool~” He whined, hugging his arm tightly, pressing his face into the shoulder. Chanyeol’s breath hitched and he screwed his eyes shut because nobody was immune to Jongdae’s pleas. “We were just jooooking around, come on, don’t be upseeeeet.” He tugged on his arm childishly, motioning for Baekhyun to help him out but the latter just winked and went on with his work, an exchange that went unnoticed by Chanyeol.
He caved in, partially because he didn’t have anywhere else to go and because, well, they were his friends and he didn’t really want to leave them anyways. Their hearts lightened as they finished up their homework, with more inappropriate jokes and gossip (like how Jongin apparently sneaked into the Ravenclaw dormitory and charmed their headgirl even though it was obvious that he was a fond lover of the d). As the hours drew long the more their eyes drooped until only Chanyeol remained awake. He still had a shit ton of papers to write.
The light grew dim and he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle, a tiny head leaning against his shoulder with tiny sleepy eyes that were just barely open. It was Jongdae again.
“Sleep, Channie, sleep.” He mumbled, his cat lips curling and stretching into a perfect pout. It was cute. Chanyeol didn’t want to admit but the sleepy, whiney look was so Jongdae, and it only made him want to squeeze Jongdae close to him. They remained in that position for a while, for what seemed to Chanyeol a very long time, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if he felt pity for Jongdae because he drank the love potion or if he was mad (because Jongdae completely destroyed their plan) but then again he supposed it didn’t matter because there’s no point mulling over a predicament he couldn’t do anything about.
“I love you.” It was a soft whisper, but it disrupted his thoughts. He heard it and that funny feeling starts settling in his heart again because he doesn’t know if he can believe such a sudden confession. It might just be the potion working its way into Jongdae’s brain.
“I love you too.” He stupidly replies, his face scrunching up because he can’t believe he said it and it’s not even true.
Maybe he’s been dying to say it and it just slipped out because maybe for a second Chanyeol wished that the person sleeping on his shoulder was Baekhyun. It doesn’t hurt though, instead, he feels like he’s gotten a whole ton of weight off his chest.
Then comes the light press of lips to his cheek and that’s all it takes to get his cheeks burning and his heart racing. Nothing follows it though and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t expect anything more. They fall asleep like that, amidst sloppy, sleepy confessions that Chanyeol’s sure he’ll regret when the morning comes.
The days begin to fold into one another, one sunrise bleeds into a new sunset. Chanyeol gradually stops thinking about the potion and instinctively finds himself gravitating towards Jongdae more. It’s been about a week and a half since the incident happened so maybe it’s time to move on. But there’s this blurry line where Chanyeol’s not quite sure what part of Jongdae’s actions are actually Jongdae and what parts are the love potion. For example, they spend the nights in each other’s beds, whispering jokes, thoughts, and random blurbs that come to their minds. The dialogue is fairly normal, but that glitter in Jongdae’s eyes as he gets a little bit closer to Chanyeol’s body is new. It’s not the familiar glint that gets them in trouble all the time, it’s foreign like those rare smiles that their Arithmetics professor gives them on a good day. It’s weird but he likes it. A lot.
And one night among the many that they lay with arms slung around the other’s waist, Chanyeol thinks that his heart beats to a different tune.
“So do you like him?” Baekhyun asks him suddenly. Chanyeol must’ve given him this incredulous look because he shrugs and looks down at his books again. “You guys just spend so much time together these days it’s like we never hang out anymore.”
They’re sitting in Professor Lau’s Transfiguration class and thankfully, they’re seated all the way in the back of the room so they don’t have to see their teacher’s playful face.
Chanyeol throws him and offended frown. “Um, not true, I hung out with you at dinner yesterday.”
“Pft.” His eyes roll. “You mean the dinner where you totally let Jongdae eat off your plate? Talk about third-wheeling me, bro.”
“Well-” He’s at a loss for words because there isn’t ever a time when all three of them are not together. A flashing image of him and Jongdae in bed together crosses his mind, and he feels guilty.
“Look, man, I’m not calling you out for not hanging out with me or anything, I just want to know if you like him.” Baekhyun gives him a pointed stare before underlining a couple more lines in the text. Silence. “It’s pretty obvious that he’s got feelings for you.”
“That’s not-” He starts to interrupt only to be met with his friend’s palm.
“Not true?” Baekhyun jots something down in the margins.
“Please, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and the way you treat him. He’s crazy about you. Saying he loves you is like saying cats have whiskers.”
Chanyeol sighs because at this point, he has to tell him the truth. “He’s not. It’s a potion. Jongdae drank a love potion.”
That confession doesn’t appear to faze Baekhyun. “So you like him.”
As if contemplating some kind of inner raging war against all the feelings that said ‘no’ to Jongdae, he decides that resistance is futile and that he might as well just accept it.
“Yeah, you could say that I do.”
“Then grow some balls and ask him out already, you dumb elf.” He slams his book shut and that ends their conversation.
Of course asking Jongdae out was going to be much harder than asking Baekhyun would ever be because Jongdae was Jongdae. Jongdae is a jokester, he doesn’t take anything seriously so how on earth would he ever take Chanyeol seriously? It’s been a month since Jongdae accidentally drank the potion and he still hasn’t shown any signs of returning to his previous state. He’s still so....Jongdae. He’s still the same boy that calls him out for being a wuss and clings to him in the middle of the night. It’s so frustrating because he’s not sure if he wants to kiss Jongdae or bust his kneecaps. He sighs into his History of Magic homework and Jongdae pats his back sympathetically.
“It’s okay, man, I feel you. The Chudley Cannons had it rough this year but they might still make it to the Cup!” Jongdae claps his hand over Chanyeol’s neck and gives him his signature smile. “Have some faith.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, Jongdae,” Baekhyun points his white feathered quill accusingly, tickling Chanyeol’s chin. “This is the face of a man in looooooove.” He places an emphasis on the word ‘love’ and waggles his eyebrows in such a way that has Chanyeol wishing he had his wand so he could silence the crap out of that annoying chestnut head.
“Pft, who’s in love with? His reflection?” Jongdae jabs, his robes carelessly slipping off his shoulders as he leans over the table to tug at Chanyeol’s ears. “Wake up, man, nobody cares about your height, it’s those ridiculous ears that make you look like you’re some giant elf.”
Chanyeol opens his mouth to respond with a sassy comeback but gets interrupted when Baekhyun rises from his seat. “Hey wait, where’re you off to?” Baekhyun gathers his books and winks, leaving without another word.
Jongdae brings him back to his senses when he props his legs over Chanyeol’s lap and traces the outline of his jaw with his index finger, forcing Chanyeol to look directly at him. “So tell me who does the great Park Chanyeol love this time?”
Chanyeol gulps and his eyes flick between Jongdae’s face and his finger, unsure of where to even begin in his response. Everything about Jongdae looks so seductive, especially the way his catlike lips curl in question with a tone that drips with sarcasm. It drives him insane because he just wants to kiss that smirk off his face. He wants Jongdae to stop seeming so right even though he’s so wrong. And he does it, he swoops in and mashes his lips against Jongdae’s not because he’s afraid of whatever the shorter might say to him but because he doesn’t feel as though words are enough to explain his feelings. He failed to get Baekhyun because he didn’t take action and he wasn’t about to let Jongdae slip through his fingers either.
“Does that answer your question?” He murmurs against Jongdae’s mouth as the latter tilts his head and cups his cheeks to bring Chanyeol impossibly closer. His lips faintly tasting like strawberries and mint, a weird combination that Chanyeol finds to be strangely addicting. The kiss becomes a game of tongues and a clash of teeth that doesn’t travel on further to naughtier territories.
Jongdae’s the first to break the kiss, nuzzling their noses and pressing their foreheads together, “You’re so fucking slow, good god.”
As if right on cue, Baekhyun kicks the door open and swaggers towards them, addressing Chanyeol directly, “YOU WAS PLAYED, BRO-”
“What-” He looks from Baekhyun to Jongdae, then back again. Realization hits him minutes as a grin breaks out on Jongdae’s face and he gazes back at Baekhyun, who’s doubled over on the floor laughing like a lunatic. “That is soooo not funny, guys.”
“It totally is and you’re just a sore loser ‘cause you fell for it.” Jongdae snorts, dusting off imaginary particles off his shoulder.
“EXPLAIN.” Chanyeol frowns, feeling really stupid.
“Jongdae came to me with his pathetic crush,” Baekhyun starts. “Need I say more?”
“Long story short, there was no love potion.” Jongdae adds with an eyeroll, stretching out his arms for a hug. “Now I think I deserve some kisses that have been looooong overdue.”
Chanyeol raises a brow and shakes his head dismissively, “Mmmm, I don’t think so. Manipulating your future boyfriend into falling in love with you, that’s so diabolical.” The words are out sooner than he thinks and he claps his hands over his mouth in surprise, slowly starting to back away.
“Future boyfriend?!” Jongdae practically squeaks before regaining his composure, waddling after him. “Come here and kiss me you asshole! Take responsibility!”
Faint shrieks of ‘stop’ and ‘don’t touch me or I swear I’ll petrify you’ can be heard from the next room over and Baekhyun simply shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “Idiots.”
►title:blame it (on the a-a-a-amortentia)
►pairings:chanyeol/chen ft. blink-it-and-you'll-miss-it kris/lay
►rating:pg-13
►word count:5065
►warnings: dick jokes
►summary: blame it on the rum, blame it on the whisky, blame it on the butterbeer gotcha feelin’ tipsy.
►author's notes: i wish i had more time to write your other prompts, i had outlines for the kris/lay but sadly, not enough time ;; i hope i did this prompt justice though! i apologize if you don't like it or if it seems a bit rushed, i got busy with school and bleh. special thanks to m and t for helping with ideas and to my girls c, m, and s for keeping me smiling throughout the entire process.
to mods: i apologize immensely for my lateness >< and thank you for still accepting my fic. i'm pretty sure i annoyed you guys a lot for being the last one but thanks for keeping your cool with me.
The only thing worse than having History of Magic on a Monday was having History of Magic at eight o’clock in the morning on a Monday at the start of the new term. Professor Seo was easily the most boring teacher, no scratch that, person, oh wait, correction- ghost on campus and being interesting obviously wasn’t one of her goals as she regularly forgot war dates and confused Woohyun the Weird with Sulli the Strong. In all honesty, Chanyeol could barely stay awake in that class if it weren’t for the brilliant brunette sitting at the desk in front of him.
His name was Byun Baekhyun and, boy, was he dreamy as fuck. He had this really fluffy brown hair, the cutest pink lips (that were really tiny and thin but still kissable!), and a mind sharper than any Ravenclaw boy their age (girls were harder to compete with). He’d actually met Baekhyun on the train to school along with Jongdae, a boy with a Cheshire cat-like smile and a sassy, saucy tongue. Without any hesitation, the three became easy comrades, tossing around jokes and snarky comebacks, their laughter and happy tears fogging up the windows of their compartment on their mysterious journey through the misty mountains to a school of magic concealed from an unsuspecting, “normal” world. The pit of Chanyeol’s stomach churned with excitement as they had approached the school by boat, butterflies seeking to escape from his rib cage. He’d never forget how Baekhyun held his hand that night. Nobody could see it because it was so dark, but he felt it, completely disregarding all of Jongdae’s complaints about how humid it was or how slow their boat was sailing through the thick, dirty swamp.
Chanyeol actually worried that the three of them would get separated by the sorting hat, predicting that Baekhyun would be sent off to Ravenclaw for his wisdom or Jongdae, the sly little devil that he was, to Slytherin. By a stroke of luck, of course, they were all sorted into Gryffindor, which meant that they were all super courageous, and yet Chanyeol hadn’t found the balls to ask Baekhyun out on a proper date, or ask him out at all for that matter. It was something that Jongdae often teased him about, catcalling him from across the hall or imitating a whip cracking overhead, which caused the tips of Chanyeol’s ears to turn scarlet. Fast-forwarding another four years later and nothing had changed. They were the infamous trio that paraded the school with immature jokes, and Chanyeol was still too scared to put his heart in the hands of his best friend, even more terrified of the idea of things turning awkward due to his fumbling teenage feelings.
So as Professor Seo droned on and on about the third great wizarding war of the eighteenth century, his classmates scribbled furiously onto their aged parchment paper, their quills scraping the bottoms of their almost dry inkwells; Jongdae was snoring softly in the seat beside him, head sideways with his books acting as a sort of makeshift pillow and his mouth slightly parted. His thickly framed glasses were skewed awkwardly across his face due to his position, leaving angry red marks along the bridge of his nose. But Chanyeol couldn’t care less about the pool of drool that was slowly forming around Jongdae’s face or the fact that Eric the Oddball (or was it Dongwoon the Dangerous?) saved humanity and restored peace to the wizarding nations. There were more important things to think about, obviously.
That’s when a lightbulb goes off in his head and he decides that he’s gonna do it. He’s going to confess to his crush of five years. He’s going to tell Baekhyun that he’s in love with him. He shakes his head, god, Baekhyun must really be dense if he hasn’t realized Chanyeol’s liked him for five years.
Jongdae’s not surprised when Chanyeol tells him what he plans to do in their Potions class later that day.
“Honestly, Park, you’re so fucking gay.” He remarks, glancing at his potions book, finger tracing over the steps that he has already completed, glasses slipping. Today they’re making the Wiggenweld potion, and whatever they make is worth twenty percent of their already steeply declining grades. The liquid in his pewter cauldron is a sickly hot pink as opposed to the tickled turquoise that the book describes and Chanyeol wonders where Jongdae went wrong. He doesn’t say anything though because his own potion has turned green instead of yellow, and based on the way Professor Kibum’s clicking his tongue, he’d reckon their marks have already dropped a full two levels. “I mean, I totally expected it, but come on, have some originality.”
“Well, do you have a better idea?”
Chanyeol had originally planned to write him a song and play it for him on that guitar he loved so much. Baekhyun had been quite fascinated by the instrument when Chanyeol had first brought it out in their second year. It had been last Christmas when he’d tried it out, when the windows were laced with frost and cold and it was just him and Baekhyun sprawled in their fat armchairs in the common room with the fire cackling beside them. The embers were flickering and the flames licked at the pieces of wood inside the fireplace. Jongdae had gone home to his family. He couldn’t forget the soft smile that stretched across Baekhyun’s lips as he struck a note, or how they started harmonizing together. Their eyes were glued to one another and it was so warm. He felt at home in those dark brown eyes.
Chanyeol probably should’ve kissed him that night, he laments sadly over his potion, stirring in more ingredients over the fire. But he was waiting for a signal, some sort of sign that maybe Baekhyun was interested in him too and until that happened he wasn’t going to do anything.
He peers across the table to where Jongdae’s standing and raises a brow because his best friend still hasn’t answered him. “Well?”
Chanyeol knows better than to trust Jongdae when he gets that glint in his eyes. The one that got the three of them in detention for almost two months. Those glittering eyes that nearly had them drowning in swamps and scampering away from mutant spiders in the dewdrop masked forest.
“A love potion.”
Yeah, Chanyeol shouldn’t trust him.
“You’re insane. I don’t have time to make a stupid love potion- besides, he won’t even fall in love with me for real that way!” He exclaims a little too loudly, dumping in some flobberworm mucus into his bubbling pot. It fizzes upon contact and he scrunches his nose. Somewhere across the room, Professor Kibum sighs disapprovingly and Chanyeol gulps.
“You don’t even have to make it; I could probably nick it from Kibum’s cupboard. Slip it in Baek’s pumpkin juice and you’re all set!” He’s muttering, refusing to meet Chanyeol’s eyes because their teacher looks like he wants to strangle the both of them.
Minutes start to pass and they both focus on their own potions, palms sweaty and arms heavy because they both know that they’re going to fail. Honestly, he doesn’t even know how they’ve made it this far. For the past four years they’ve been receiving ‘Acceptable’ on their work, always on the edge from ‘Poor’. One mistake and-
Crack!
Chanyeol’s life literally flashes before his bulging eyes as he witnesses Jongdae’s cauldron topple off his bench and spill his golden potion all over the dungeon floor, watching the liquid seep through the cracked stone tiles. There’s this hissing noise and it takes him a couple seconds for him, and their classmates, to realize that the potion is dissolving the floor; Jongdae is melting the fucking floor.
“DETENTION, MR. KIM.” The potions master looks positively pissed. “CLASS IS DISMISSED. Mr. Kim, please stay behind, we need to discuss how you’re to carry out your punishment.”
Jongdae trudges forward and smiles sheepishly at the ground as the rest of their classmates bustle out of the dungeon. He turns his head and offers Chanyeol a sly wink, a smirk evident on his lips like this was all according to plan.
He shakes his head and packs his things, silently escaping the chaos of their newly destroyed potions class and looking forward to being reunited with Baekhyun at dinner.
Jongdae joins them at the Gryffindor table during dinner and nobody seems to notice that he’s late besides Chanyeol. He slips into the seat beside Chanyeol and immediately starts to stuff his face with pastries and drumsticks, his stomach grumbling in obvious hunger. His legs dangle off the wooden bench and Chanyeol almosts feels sorry for him because he had to stay behind and endure whatever it was Professor Kibum threw at him. Almost because Baekhyun’s sitting right beside him and his thighs are pressed up against his in a way that he knows is unintentional and there’s absolutely no reason for his heart to flutter the way it is, thumping loudly in his chest, but it does and he doesn’t really care about Jongdae anymore.
He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even pay attention to Baekhyun’s hand waving in front of his face until Jongdae throws his arm around his neck in a headlock, cheeks filled with cheesecake, yelling, “Oi, loverboy!”
Right off the bat, Baekhyun takes that cue and leans in, a mischievous grin playing on the edges of his adorable lips, “Ooh, loverboy? Who’s the lucky guy?”
Chanyeol’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He looks back at Jongdae, who’s grinning that knowing smile of his.
Jongdae chortles, lips smeared with whipped cream, his skin blotched cherry red because he forgets that he’s allergic to dairy. “It’s no secret that you swing that way, Park. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”
Baekhyun swings his arm over his shoulder and smiles that Baekhyun smile that melts Chanyeol’s heart to globs of sticky, hot feelings. “It’s not a big deal anyways,” the brunette rolls his eyes. “We’re not ones to judge, right Jongdae?”
They both glance at the shorter boy but Jongdae’s already passed out on the bench like a child, probably because of all that cheesecake, with tufts of unruly brown hair sticking up and the sleeves of his rumpled black robes pushed up to his elbows, exposing the stick-thin pale arms underneath. For someone who ate a whole ton, Jongdae sure didn’t show it. But Baekhyun and Chanyeol are all smiles as they drag their slightly disoriented friend to the common room to tuck him into bed.
“Hey Park.” Jongdae’s voice cuts through the cold, sleepy air as Chanyeol blinks blindly, trying so desperately to get his eyes to focus in the pitch black darkness. It’s been hours past their curfew and in the distance Chanyeol can hear the wolves howling outside the walls of the room.
“Yeah?” He manages to croak back before clearing his throat, mumbling again. “Yeah?”
“I got the potion for you.” His voice sounds pretty far away now, and Chanyeol has to sit up to see the faint outline of his friend’s torso from the shallow moonlight that had trickled in from beyond the windowsill. “I got the amortentia- the love potion.”
Chanyeol rubs his eyes, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips, “What’re you talking about, Jongdae?”
He can hear the rustle of sheets and the wooden four poster bed creaking under his friend’s weight as he stretches his tiny legs into what Chanyeol thinks are a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. Jongdae strides towards him and the next thing he knows he’s nudging him to move over so that he can climb into his bed, to which Chanyeol grumbles a reply before complying.
He lifts the blankets and rolls onto his side, watching the latter quietly slip into his bed. It’s much warmer with Jongdae in the bed with him, he realizes, and he can’t remember the last time they were so close and so alone. He props his arm up to rest his head on it as he squints at Jongdae with his foggy vision that’s only starting to clear up.
“I got you the love potion! You can finally get that idiot, Byun Bitchface to fall in love with you.” He whispers excitedly, and Chanyeol swears he can see Jongdae’s signature grin easily spreading across those thin kitten lips. And yet for some strange reason he feels this uncomfortable knot twisting in his stomach. This feels wrong. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he’s going to use a potion to get Baekhyun to fall in love with him or maybe it’s because Jongdae is the one that got it for him.
“How’d you get it anyways?” He has to ask.
Jongdae rolls his eyes, and delivers a playful kick to his calf because that’s the last thing that’s important right now. “That hardly matters, you just have to slip this into his pumpkin juice tomorrow morning at breakfast, and you’re all set!” He pulls out a tiny vial of crystalline blue liquid that seems to dance through the moonbeams and passes it over to him. The weight of the vial is heavy in his hands but the contents appear to swirl within the cool glass, like miniature comets trailing through the night sky.
It’s quiet between them for a while but seconds later Jongdae adds, yawning into the heel of his palm, “Apparently, this potion’s really potent. The effects could last up to a month, maybe more, so you can’t screw up. This actually means something.” It feels weird hearing those words from Jongdae, a known prankster who thinks that everything and anything can be joked about, and he finds that he can’t respond. The silence settles in and the air gets awkward, only ending when Jongdae turns his back to him. Soon after Chanyeol’s eyelids start to droop again and he falls asleep with the vial pressed between the palms of his hands.
When he wakes the next morning Jongdae is nowhere in sight, and he almost dismisses the pang in his heart as nerves while he hurriedly pulls on his pants and throws on his robe dashing off to the Great Hall to meet his date with destiny. He isn’t surprised to see Baekhyun already at the table with some lost looking Hufflepuff who’s rumored to sing to the threstrals in the forest late, late at night. He’s got this burly mocha colored hair that curls perfectly atop his head and from a distance, Chanyeol can see a tall Slytherin boy, he thinks he’s a prefect, trying to drag the Hufflepuff boy away. Baekhyun laughs and Chanyeol smiles at that tinkling laugh because it’s so uplifting. Suddenly the bottle in his hand is a bit lighter and the guilt seems to wash away.
He easily slides into the spot beside Baekhyun and joins in the chatter, helping himself to some breakfast, lumpy porridge and pumpkin juice among an endless list of dishes that never seem to end. When Baekhyun turns away he sees his chance and quickly empties the contents of the vial into his juice. He doesn’t appear to have noticed a thing and smiles at Chanyeol, whose heart thumps violently because there’s no turning back now. This is it. He’s going to drink the juice and fall in love with him. Byun Baekhyun’s finally going to see him. He’s-
“Hey guys, oh my god, can I have that, I’m famished.” Jongdae interjects, arms thrown around Baekhyun’s shoulder, reaching over to down his glass of juice without a second thought.
Halfway through the glass, he acknowledges Chanyeol’s horror stricken face because what the hell Jondgae just ruined his chances at wooing Baekhyun and what the fuck Jongdae’s going to fall in love with him, and Jongdae has the audacity to wave Chanyeol’s expression off like it’s a normal thing, sticking his tongue out in distaste. “God, what’s in this thing, it tastes so fruity.”
Then he joins in with Baekhyun as they start talking about his detention and how he had to clean up the entire dungeon because of the mess he made in class earlier.
That’s when Chanyeol’s brain starts screaming a billion thoughts per second because he doesn’t know when exactly the potion’s going to start affecting Jongdae or how Jongdae’s gonna act with him or if he even wants that attention from him. He totally knew that the angry knot in his stomach was right last night about the potion because deep down he knew it was going to go wrong and, now that it had, he was just going to have to suffer the consequences.
All this happens while Chanyeol smiles innocently back at the two of his best friends who don’t realize that he’s going through a Britney Spears level mental meltdown right now. Why that is relevant he doesn’t know but he makes sure not to say anything aloud by stuffing a spoonful of porridge in his mouth and mentally reminds himself to yell at Jongdae when the potion’s effects wear off.
Chanyeol doesn’t really notice the difference in Jongdae’s behavior until later that night after spending the entire day avoiding the menace. It took a whole lot of self control because he loved hanging out with Jongdae, he was generally a fun guy, but he truly doesn’t want to hurt or trick him; it just sucked because he could see his friend’s face falling after being ignored, and it was never meant to be that way.
The three of them sit at their usual table in the common room in front of the fire, quill scratching away at the aging parchment as they worked on their Charms homework when Jongdae suddenly broke the silence. “I kinda pity Chanyeol’s dick, his neighbor is an asshole and his best friend’s a pussy.”
Chanyeol shot him a death glare but said nothing as Baekhyun could obviously be seen smiling down at his paper, replying smoothly. “Yeah, and he has to hang around two nutcases everyday.”
He smacked Baekhyun’s arm, “I’m right here, you know!”
Jongdae snorted and continued scribbling, “Let’s not talk about this, Baek, it’s kind of a stiff subject and we might rub Chanyeol up the wrong way.”
“Oh my god, Jongdae, be mature.” Chanyeol scraped the bottom of his inkwell.
“Mmm, I agree, Jongdae, it’s a sensitive topic, we shouldn’t just fuck around with it.”
“Stoooooop.” Chanyeol wailed and dropped his head dramatically onto the table. He couldn’t believe this.
“But, Baek, don’t you think we should rise to the occasion?”
The brunette shrugged, adding a flourish with his quill. “I guess it’s not how hard you go, it’s how you finish.” Baekhyun glanced up at the two of his friends. “Anyway,don’t be a dick, Jongdae, Chanyeol’s pun game isn’t up to scratch.”
“I suppose you’re right, we shouldn’t be assholes.” Jongdae added nonchalantly, gaze not lifting from his paper as he continued to messily print paragraphs, the side of his hand already smudged with wet ink.
That did it.
“Honestly, I’m so done with you guys, I don’t know you two AT ALL.” Chanyeol slammed his books shut but Jongdae clung to his arm.
“Chanyeooool~” He whined, hugging his arm tightly, pressing his face into the shoulder. Chanyeol’s breath hitched and he screwed his eyes shut because nobody was immune to Jongdae’s pleas. “We were just jooooking around, come on, don’t be upseeeeet.” He tugged on his arm childishly, motioning for Baekhyun to help him out but the latter just winked and went on with his work, an exchange that went unnoticed by Chanyeol.
He caved in, partially because he didn’t have anywhere else to go and because, well, they were his friends and he didn’t really want to leave them anyways. Their hearts lightened as they finished up their homework, with more inappropriate jokes and gossip (like how Jongin apparently sneaked into the Ravenclaw dormitory and charmed their headgirl even though it was obvious that he was a fond lover of the d). As the hours drew long the more their eyes drooped until only Chanyeol remained awake. He still had a shit ton of papers to write.
The light grew dim and he felt a pair of arms wrap around his middle, a tiny head leaning against his shoulder with tiny sleepy eyes that were just barely open. It was Jongdae again.
“Sleep, Channie, sleep.” He mumbled, his cat lips curling and stretching into a perfect pout. It was cute. Chanyeol didn’t want to admit but the sleepy, whiney look was so Jongdae, and it only made him want to squeeze Jongdae close to him. They remained in that position for a while, for what seemed to Chanyeol a very long time, but he didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if he felt pity for Jongdae because he drank the love potion or if he was mad (because Jongdae completely destroyed their plan) but then again he supposed it didn’t matter because there’s no point mulling over a predicament he couldn’t do anything about.
“I love you.” It was a soft whisper, but it disrupted his thoughts. He heard it and that funny feeling starts settling in his heart again because he doesn’t know if he can believe such a sudden confession. It might just be the potion working its way into Jongdae’s brain.
“I love you too.” He stupidly replies, his face scrunching up because he can’t believe he said it and it’s not even true.
Maybe he’s been dying to say it and it just slipped out because maybe for a second Chanyeol wished that the person sleeping on his shoulder was Baekhyun. It doesn’t hurt though, instead, he feels like he’s gotten a whole ton of weight off his chest.
Then comes the light press of lips to his cheek and that’s all it takes to get his cheeks burning and his heart racing. Nothing follows it though and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t expect anything more. They fall asleep like that, amidst sloppy, sleepy confessions that Chanyeol’s sure he’ll regret when the morning comes.
The days begin to fold into one another, one sunrise bleeds into a new sunset. Chanyeol gradually stops thinking about the potion and instinctively finds himself gravitating towards Jongdae more. It’s been about a week and a half since the incident happened so maybe it’s time to move on. But there’s this blurry line where Chanyeol’s not quite sure what part of Jongdae’s actions are actually Jongdae and what parts are the love potion. For example, they spend the nights in each other’s beds, whispering jokes, thoughts, and random blurbs that come to their minds. The dialogue is fairly normal, but that glitter in Jongdae’s eyes as he gets a little bit closer to Chanyeol’s body is new. It’s not the familiar glint that gets them in trouble all the time, it’s foreign like those rare smiles that their Arithmetics professor gives them on a good day. It’s weird but he likes it. A lot.
And one night among the many that they lay with arms slung around the other’s waist, Chanyeol thinks that his heart beats to a different tune.
“So do you like him?” Baekhyun asks him suddenly. Chanyeol must’ve given him this incredulous look because he shrugs and looks down at his books again. “You guys just spend so much time together these days it’s like we never hang out anymore.”
They’re sitting in Professor Lau’s Transfiguration class and thankfully, they’re seated all the way in the back of the room so they don’t have to see their teacher’s playful face.
Chanyeol throws him and offended frown. “Um, not true, I hung out with you at dinner yesterday.”
“Pft.” His eyes roll. “You mean the dinner where you totally let Jongdae eat off your plate? Talk about third-wheeling me, bro.”
“Well-” He’s at a loss for words because there isn’t ever a time when all three of them are not together. A flashing image of him and Jongdae in bed together crosses his mind, and he feels guilty.
“Look, man, I’m not calling you out for not hanging out with me or anything, I just want to know if you like him.” Baekhyun gives him a pointed stare before underlining a couple more lines in the text. Silence. “It’s pretty obvious that he’s got feelings for you.”
“That’s not-” He starts to interrupt only to be met with his friend’s palm.
“Not true?” Baekhyun jots something down in the margins.
“Please, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, and the way you treat him. He’s crazy about you. Saying he loves you is like saying cats have whiskers.”
Chanyeol sighs because at this point, he has to tell him the truth. “He’s not. It’s a potion. Jongdae drank a love potion.”
That confession doesn’t appear to faze Baekhyun. “So you like him.”
As if contemplating some kind of inner raging war against all the feelings that said ‘no’ to Jongdae, he decides that resistance is futile and that he might as well just accept it.
“Yeah, you could say that I do.”
“Then grow some balls and ask him out already, you dumb elf.” He slams his book shut and that ends their conversation.
Of course asking Jongdae out was going to be much harder than asking Baekhyun would ever be because Jongdae was Jongdae. Jongdae is a jokester, he doesn’t take anything seriously so how on earth would he ever take Chanyeol seriously? It’s been a month since Jongdae accidentally drank the potion and he still hasn’t shown any signs of returning to his previous state. He’s still so....Jongdae. He’s still the same boy that calls him out for being a wuss and clings to him in the middle of the night. It’s so frustrating because he’s not sure if he wants to kiss Jongdae or bust his kneecaps. He sighs into his History of Magic homework and Jongdae pats his back sympathetically.
“It’s okay, man, I feel you. The Chudley Cannons had it rough this year but they might still make it to the Cup!” Jongdae claps his hand over Chanyeol’s neck and gives him his signature smile. “Have some faith.”
“You’ve got it all wrong, Jongdae,” Baekhyun points his white feathered quill accusingly, tickling Chanyeol’s chin. “This is the face of a man in looooooove.” He places an emphasis on the word ‘love’ and waggles his eyebrows in such a way that has Chanyeol wishing he had his wand so he could silence the crap out of that annoying chestnut head.
“Pft, who’s in love with? His reflection?” Jongdae jabs, his robes carelessly slipping off his shoulders as he leans over the table to tug at Chanyeol’s ears. “Wake up, man, nobody cares about your height, it’s those ridiculous ears that make you look like you’re some giant elf.”
Chanyeol opens his mouth to respond with a sassy comeback but gets interrupted when Baekhyun rises from his seat. “Hey wait, where’re you off to?” Baekhyun gathers his books and winks, leaving without another word.
Jongdae brings him back to his senses when he props his legs over Chanyeol’s lap and traces the outline of his jaw with his index finger, forcing Chanyeol to look directly at him. “So tell me who does the great Park Chanyeol love this time?”
Chanyeol gulps and his eyes flick between Jongdae’s face and his finger, unsure of where to even begin in his response. Everything about Jongdae looks so seductive, especially the way his catlike lips curl in question with a tone that drips with sarcasm. It drives him insane because he just wants to kiss that smirk off his face. He wants Jongdae to stop seeming so right even though he’s so wrong. And he does it, he swoops in and mashes his lips against Jongdae’s not because he’s afraid of whatever the shorter might say to him but because he doesn’t feel as though words are enough to explain his feelings. He failed to get Baekhyun because he didn’t take action and he wasn’t about to let Jongdae slip through his fingers either.
“Does that answer your question?” He murmurs against Jongdae’s mouth as the latter tilts his head and cups his cheeks to bring Chanyeol impossibly closer. His lips faintly tasting like strawberries and mint, a weird combination that Chanyeol finds to be strangely addicting. The kiss becomes a game of tongues and a clash of teeth that doesn’t travel on further to naughtier territories.
Jongdae’s the first to break the kiss, nuzzling their noses and pressing their foreheads together, “You’re so fucking slow, good god.”
As if right on cue, Baekhyun kicks the door open and swaggers towards them, addressing Chanyeol directly, “YOU WAS PLAYED, BRO-”
“What-” He looks from Baekhyun to Jongdae, then back again. Realization hits him minutes as a grin breaks out on Jongdae’s face and he gazes back at Baekhyun, who’s doubled over on the floor laughing like a lunatic. “That is soooo not funny, guys.”
“It totally is and you’re just a sore loser ‘cause you fell for it.” Jongdae snorts, dusting off imaginary particles off his shoulder.
“EXPLAIN.” Chanyeol frowns, feeling really stupid.
“Jongdae came to me with his pathetic crush,” Baekhyun starts. “Need I say more?”
“Long story short, there was no love potion.” Jongdae adds with an eyeroll, stretching out his arms for a hug. “Now I think I deserve some kisses that have been looooong overdue.”
Chanyeol raises a brow and shakes his head dismissively, “Mmmm, I don’t think so. Manipulating your future boyfriend into falling in love with you, that’s so diabolical.” The words are out sooner than he thinks and he claps his hands over his mouth in surprise, slowly starting to back away.
“Future boyfriend?!” Jongdae practically squeaks before regaining his composure, waddling after him. “Come here and kiss me you asshole! Take responsibility!”
Faint shrieks of ‘stop’ and ‘don’t touch me or I swear I’ll petrify you’ can be heard from the next room over and Baekhyun simply shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “Idiots.”