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chanyeol/jongin, pg, general, warning: genderswitch
(five times) chanyeol waits for jongin to get off practice. basically bc of this lol for ang
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, he notices her.
Chanyeol's folded her legs on the bleacher rung below her, enough of a stretch of milky skin to get Jongin sucking in his breath on instinct, her hair hanging loosely aside her ears. She's got her backpack open next to her, arranging some books on her lap, still in her cheerleader uniform - must have just come from cheer practice. It's times like this where he's torn between hoping she would give herself a break and head home to shower after her equally grueling practice (somersaults and tumbles were no fucking joke, he'd tried once too), instead of waiting up for him so they can steal a bunch of kisses as they walk home together, and being overwhelmed with fondness so much he's grinning even with the sweat dripping into his mouth. Truthfully he wants nothing more than to run over and just take her hand and say hi, but beep comes the buzzer and Coach's merciless yell.
It's only after they've done the very last set of eight lunges, very last set of ball juggling, very last set of jumping jacks that they're allowed to go, and Jongin near collapses onto the bleachers when he makes it up to Chanyeol just as the sky relinquishes the sun smudging yellow.
"Hey," he says, not quite having the strength to just move the two inches to plop his head in her lap. Chanyeol laughs and reaches over to card her fingers through his hair, sluicing some of the sweat out.
"Hey, hot shot."
"Can we just," Jongin mumbles and inches forward in his best slug imitation to bury his face in her thigh. "You know, lie here a while. I wanna die."
Chanyeol laughs again, making him feel better already, and lets him reach up to take her hand. The evening breeze is chilly, so much that Jongin begins to feel cold in his clammy sweat-soaked skin after a while of Chanyeol chatting about nothing in particular and Jongin just listening to her voice (and her stomach grumbling). He shivers a little on reflex, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to look at her.
"Come on," Jongin says as he drags himself to his feet, "let's stop by the odeng stall?"
Chanyeol's grin, with the moonlight glinting off her teeth, is stunning. "Cool," she says, shrugging off the letterman jacket he'd given her a few weeks ago to drape around his head and button it just under his chin, leaving him quite confused and quite endeared, "race you there!"
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2.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, he notices him.
Chanyeol has his snapback on backwards, peering out at the pitch searching through the footballers on the pitch till his gaze comes to rest on Jongin. Jongin can actually feel the full wattage of his smile from here, brighter than the blazing sun, even. The very thing he'd fallen in love with, the only smile that can make him feel like everything's gonna be okay, though he'd rather eat glass than admit it ever to Chanyeol. You don't even know how he gets, he tells Jongdae all the time.
Practice can't end fast enough, not with Chanyeol and his million dollar smile waiting there for him, but Coach wrings them all out to within an inch of their lives and Jongin's ready to pitch himself headfirst into Chanyeol when he trudges up the bleachers dragging his backpack behind him. Chanyeol laughs and stands up to meet him and tug him down so Jongin falls somewhat into his lap.
"Hey, hot shot." Chanyeol sloshes a bit of the water in his bottle at Jongin's face, which is actually really welcome, given the fact that it must have just come freezing from the water cooler.
"You'll have to drag me home," Jongin mumbles, leaning to the side a little so Chanyeol's frame can take his weight. "Why are you wearing my jacket."
"Got it out of your bag in the locker room just now," Chanyeol grins way too casually, but he has dated Jongin long enough to know all his lock passwords are the same. "Want odeng?"
Jongin takes this to mean that he'll pay - it's an unspoken rule of sorts, between them, that the person who chooses the food pays. And Jongin's starving.
"Mmm," Jongin says, flopping on the bleachers so Chanyeol can stand up. "Five seconds."
"One, two, three, four, five," Chanyeol starts counting, and the glint in his eye is something that should have made Jongin skeptical, "last one there pays!"
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3.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in her life, she notices her.
The way Chanyeol's hair catches the evening light is something that quite takes Jongin's breath away, more so than the beep test. She's got her books spread out on a table in the cafeteria across the field, her hair tucked behind one ear, her reading glasses slipping down her nose as she works out problems and cures cancer and enlightens humanity - Jongin's getting a little carried away. This far away, the confession Jongin's toyed with countless times and even whispered out, in the quiet of her bedroom at night, is melting on her tongue, but Jongin knows more than anything that it would take a meteorite crashing into Earth for her to actually deliver it to its intended recipient.
"Hey," is what Jongin finds behind her, footsteps pit-pattering on the asphalt behind her, when she's trudging home after practice lonely in the evening breeze. Chanyeol, in her bright cheerleader skirt and a jacket slung casually over her shoulders, smiling down at her.
"Hey," Jongin smiles a little. She hadn't really expected this, though they know each other well enough to make this comfortable. It's nowhere near the first time they've gone home together, but the first time they've walked next to each other with only the space hanging between their arms for company since Jongin had started realising the ways she wanted Chanyeol was beyond platonic. "Cheer practice ended late?"
"Nah, I was waiting around for you. Was watching you from the caf as I finished my homework! You looked really cool."
Jongin's skin is on fire, even at the places Chanyeol doesn't brush by. She doesn't even know what to say. Today the moon seems a little too clear to look natural. It's a day of strange occurrences, she decides, and finds that her finger has made its way to her lip as Chanyeol asks about practice.
"Wanna get some food?" Jongin blurts out of nowhere, when they near the intersection that Chanyeol and her paths home will diverge. Chanyeol's grin in reply is stunning.
They wind up at a little odeng stall, and later that night, after enough sticks of comfort and courage, it turns out that it doesn't really take meteorites. Just three words from Chanyeol.
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4.
As always, even though he doesn't really want to sometimes, he notices him.
Chanyeol's with his friends, Baekhyun and Jongdae and some other upperclassmen Jongin's come to recognize, too. Spread out on the bleachers watching the football team have their little mini game on the pitch, laughing and shoving each other. Jongin isn't careless enough to miss the football jacket Chanyeol has on like a shield, like an announcement. Jongin couldn't be careless enough to miss Chanyeol cheering wildly every time Jongin's teammate Lu Han has the ball, or post-practice when Lu Han runs up to Chanyeol in a mess of a kiss and a hug.
Even later, when he passes the odeng stall at the corner of the block on the way home, Jongin has to will himself to be careless enough not to notice.
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5.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, Jongin thinks he's going to die of embarrassment.
Chanyeol, somebody that Jongin will vehemently deny he has any knowledge of after today, is folded on the bleachers, his heels tucked up against his ass. In a cheerleader skirt. This way his skirt is bunched back to lay haphazardly at the start of his thighs, though (Jongin is reluctant to use though, like this is a saving grace) he at least has safety shorts on below the skirt. Chanyeol is also in a sports-bra-type top, leaving nothing to the imagination. Who the fuck was this guy? Jongin sure didn't spend all his evenings making out with him instead of trying to study.
Practice can't end fast enough, not with Chanyeol sitting on the bleachers with his clothed dick in full view like he's not fucking wearing a cheerleader outfit in the middle of a Tuesday. It's not even night, for god's sake. Jongin can't even hope for the darkness to haze over everything a bit.
"Hey," Chanyeol grins wide enough to look crazy when he bounds up to Jongin - accosts Jongin, more like, right after practice ends. He is crazy. Jongin's crazy too, for dating this guy.
"What the fuck," Jongin just looks at him, trying to convey a lot of incredulity. In actual fact he's kind of looking at Chanyeol's collarbones, but Chanyeol definitely, most absolutely, does not need that kind of detail.
Chanyeol shrugs. "We were filming for that dumb video for class, you know? This is Yura's. And Baekhyun stole my regular clothes when I went to pee and wouldn't give it back."
"......what the fuck," Jongin says, for lack of a better response. Still, he can't deny that the top is a good showcase of the peek of Chanyeol's chest he's seeing. Thankfully, Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice.
Later as they're waiting for the bus at the odeng stall a little away and Chanyeol coaxes/whines/blackmails Jongin into giving him his jacket since it's cold, Jongin still has to admit that his boyfriend does look fucking good in a skirt. Kisses just as good, too.
chanyeol/jongin, pg, general, warning: genderswitch
(five times) chanyeol waits for jongin to get off practice. basically bc of this lol for ang
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, he notices her.
Chanyeol's folded her legs on the bleacher rung below her, enough of a stretch of milky skin to get Jongin sucking in his breath on instinct, her hair hanging loosely aside her ears. She's got her backpack open next to her, arranging some books on her lap, still in her cheerleader uniform - must have just come from cheer practice. It's times like this where he's torn between hoping she would give herself a break and head home to shower after her equally grueling practice (somersaults and tumbles were no fucking joke, he'd tried once too), instead of waiting up for him so they can steal a bunch of kisses as they walk home together, and being overwhelmed with fondness so much he's grinning even with the sweat dripping into his mouth. Truthfully he wants nothing more than to run over and just take her hand and say hi, but beep comes the buzzer and Coach's merciless yell.
It's only after they've done the very last set of eight lunges, very last set of ball juggling, very last set of jumping jacks that they're allowed to go, and Jongin near collapses onto the bleachers when he makes it up to Chanyeol just as the sky relinquishes the sun smudging yellow.
"Hey," he says, not quite having the strength to just move the two inches to plop his head in her lap. Chanyeol laughs and reaches over to card her fingers through his hair, sluicing some of the sweat out.
"Hey, hot shot."
"Can we just," Jongin mumbles and inches forward in his best slug imitation to bury his face in her thigh. "You know, lie here a while. I wanna die."
Chanyeol laughs again, making him feel better already, and lets him reach up to take her hand. The evening breeze is chilly, so much that Jongin begins to feel cold in his clammy sweat-soaked skin after a while of Chanyeol chatting about nothing in particular and Jongin just listening to her voice (and her stomach grumbling). He shivers a little on reflex, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to look at her.
"Come on," Jongin says as he drags himself to his feet, "let's stop by the odeng stall?"
Chanyeol's grin, with the moonlight glinting off her teeth, is stunning. "Cool," she says, shrugging off the letterman jacket he'd given her a few weeks ago to drape around his head and button it just under his chin, leaving him quite confused and quite endeared, "race you there!"
---
2.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, he notices him.
Chanyeol has his snapback on backwards, peering out at the pitch searching through the footballers on the pitch till his gaze comes to rest on Jongin. Jongin can actually feel the full wattage of his smile from here, brighter than the blazing sun, even. The very thing he'd fallen in love with, the only smile that can make him feel like everything's gonna be okay, though he'd rather eat glass than admit it ever to Chanyeol. You don't even know how he gets, he tells Jongdae all the time.
Practice can't end fast enough, not with Chanyeol and his million dollar smile waiting there for him, but Coach wrings them all out to within an inch of their lives and Jongin's ready to pitch himself headfirst into Chanyeol when he trudges up the bleachers dragging his backpack behind him. Chanyeol laughs and stands up to meet him and tug him down so Jongin falls somewhat into his lap.
"Hey, hot shot." Chanyeol sloshes a bit of the water in his bottle at Jongin's face, which is actually really welcome, given the fact that it must have just come freezing from the water cooler.
"You'll have to drag me home," Jongin mumbles, leaning to the side a little so Chanyeol's frame can take his weight. "Why are you wearing my jacket."
"Got it out of your bag in the locker room just now," Chanyeol grins way too casually, but he has dated Jongin long enough to know all his lock passwords are the same. "Want odeng?"
Jongin takes this to mean that he'll pay - it's an unspoken rule of sorts, between them, that the person who chooses the food pays. And Jongin's starving.
"Mmm," Jongin says, flopping on the bleachers so Chanyeol can stand up. "Five seconds."
"One, two, three, four, five," Chanyeol starts counting, and the glint in his eye is something that should have made Jongin skeptical, "last one there pays!"
---
3.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in her life, she notices her.
The way Chanyeol's hair catches the evening light is something that quite takes Jongin's breath away, more so than the beep test. She's got her books spread out on a table in the cafeteria across the field, her hair tucked behind one ear, her reading glasses slipping down her nose as she works out problems and cures cancer and enlightens humanity - Jongin's getting a little carried away. This far away, the confession Jongin's toyed with countless times and even whispered out, in the quiet of her bedroom at night, is melting on her tongue, but Jongin knows more than anything that it would take a meteorite crashing into Earth for her to actually deliver it to its intended recipient.
"Hey," is what Jongin finds behind her, footsteps pit-pattering on the asphalt behind her, when she's trudging home after practice lonely in the evening breeze. Chanyeol, in her bright cheerleader skirt and a jacket slung casually over her shoulders, smiling down at her.
"Hey," Jongin smiles a little. She hadn't really expected this, though they know each other well enough to make this comfortable. It's nowhere near the first time they've gone home together, but the first time they've walked next to each other with only the space hanging between their arms for company since Jongin had started realising the ways she wanted Chanyeol was beyond platonic. "Cheer practice ended late?"
"Nah, I was waiting around for you. Was watching you from the caf as I finished my homework! You looked really cool."
Jongin's skin is on fire, even at the places Chanyeol doesn't brush by. She doesn't even know what to say. Today the moon seems a little too clear to look natural. It's a day of strange occurrences, she decides, and finds that her finger has made its way to her lip as Chanyeol asks about practice.
"Wanna get some food?" Jongin blurts out of nowhere, when they near the intersection that Chanyeol and her paths home will diverge. Chanyeol's grin in reply is stunning.
They wind up at a little odeng stall, and later that night, after enough sticks of comfort and courage, it turns out that it doesn't really take meteorites. Just three words from Chanyeol.
---
4.
As always, even though he doesn't really want to sometimes, he notices him.
Chanyeol's with his friends, Baekhyun and Jongdae and some other upperclassmen Jongin's come to recognize, too. Spread out on the bleachers watching the football team have their little mini game on the pitch, laughing and shoving each other. Jongin isn't careless enough to miss the football jacket Chanyeol has on like a shield, like an announcement. Jongin couldn't be careless enough to miss Chanyeol cheering wildly every time Jongin's teammate Lu Han has the ball, or post-practice when Lu Han runs up to Chanyeol in a mess of a kiss and a hug.
Even later, when he passes the odeng stall at the corner of the block on the way home, Jongin has to will himself to be careless enough not to notice.
---
5.
Halfway through the most gruelling beep test Jongin's ever gone through in his life, Jongin thinks he's going to die of embarrassment.
Chanyeol, somebody that Jongin will vehemently deny he has any knowledge of after today, is folded on the bleachers, his heels tucked up against his ass. In a cheerleader skirt. This way his skirt is bunched back to lay haphazardly at the start of his thighs, though (Jongin is reluctant to use though, like this is a saving grace) he at least has safety shorts on below the skirt. Chanyeol is also in a sports-bra-type top, leaving nothing to the imagination. Who the fuck was this guy? Jongin sure didn't spend all his evenings making out with him instead of trying to study.
Practice can't end fast enough, not with Chanyeol sitting on the bleachers with his clothed dick in full view like he's not fucking wearing a cheerleader outfit in the middle of a Tuesday. It's not even night, for god's sake. Jongin can't even hope for the darkness to haze over everything a bit.
"Hey," Chanyeol grins wide enough to look crazy when he bounds up to Jongin - accosts Jongin, more like, right after practice ends. He is crazy. Jongin's crazy too, for dating this guy.
"What the fuck," Jongin just looks at him, trying to convey a lot of incredulity. In actual fact he's kind of looking at Chanyeol's collarbones, but Chanyeol definitely, most absolutely, does not need that kind of detail.
Chanyeol shrugs. "We were filming for that dumb video for class, you know? This is Yura's. And Baekhyun stole my regular clothes when I went to pee and wouldn't give it back."
"......what the fuck," Jongin says, for lack of a better response. Still, he can't deny that the top is a good showcase of the peek of Chanyeol's chest he's seeing. Thankfully, Chanyeol doesn't seem to notice.
Later as they're waiting for the bus at the odeng stall a little away and Chanyeol coaxes/whines/blackmails Jongin into giving him his jacket since it's cold, Jongin still has to admit that his boyfriend does look fucking good in a skirt. Kisses just as good, too.