drabble dump
one is less than three
chanyeol/jongin, pg, fluff
jongin tumbles straight into this job and it seems to be turning up much, much more than he'd bargained for. thanks lonio for the prompt!
The classroom is stifling, Jongin’s tie is much worse, and the kids are all staring at him like he’s an alien sprouting ears. He practically is, to be honest. This is way out of his comfort zone - he’s a physical education teacher, for god’s sake. He’s good at romping with the kids on the soccer field and first aid when they scrape their knees on the hockey pitch, or even at whistle blowing, but this - math on a whiteboard, despite it being elementary, Jongin is like a fish out of water.
“Ahem.” Jongin clears his throat. At least he looks the part, he’d spent a lot of time tying his tie this morning. “Good morning, kids.”
They chorus a mostly sleepy good morning, seonsaengnim back, and Jongin’s stumped. He has his lesson prep in front of him, hastily pulled together after the news that he’ll be taking the math classes, just for, you know, a while, we’re really short on academic teachers, also can you start, like, tomorrow? just a week ago, despite having applied for the physical education teacher position. He’d liked the school a lot, the environment, and the kids looked positively cherubic when he’d come for the interview, but now sprawled on their desks in front of him Jongin wonders if he’s made a very, very wrong decision to stutter out yes. His vice-principal had just seemed like his face would crumple if Jongin had said no, and Jongin didn’t want that. Perhaps he should start on - the door bangs open and Jongin jumps to see the very vice principal he hadn’t wanted to see anything but smiles on his face. His vice-principal has a very nice smile.
“Hello,” Vice Principal Park grins at Jongin, then waves at the kids, barrelling into the classroom with a big stack of books. “We’re going through math today, aren’t we?”
Jongin’s heart is somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. They hadn’t said anything about shadowing and unannounced teacher assessments. Shit. He’s not the greatest math teacher, and today’s the first day he’s taking this class alone, after his co-teacher left for his honeymoon -
“Don’t worry,” Vice-Principal Park loops his arm around Jongin’s shoulders, and Jongin’s a little surprised at how touchy his vice principal is with his colleagues. They’ve known each other for a week. “I’m here to co-teach! I heard you were a little confused when Kyungsoo left, but I’m right here.”
“T-thanks,” Jongin manages to stutter, like the only thing he can see is the glint of Chanyeol’s huge grin. “Vice-Principal.”
“Chanyeol,” his vice-principal - co-teacher - corrects, then beams expectantly at Jongin.
“Well, today we’re going to start on subtraction,” Jongin turns so the students can’t see the heat on his cheeks. Is he really blushing? It must be forty degrees out, he’s not really blushing. 10 - 5 = is kind of wobbly on the whiteboard, but good penmanship has never been on his resume. “Can anyone tell me what this is?”
Jongin’s met with pin-drop silence, none of the kids meeting his eyes, and he gulps.
“Here,” Chanyeol intervenes after a good second, smiling reassuringly at Jongin. Let’s have ten of you up here! We’ll play a game, okay?”
Chanyeol rounds ten of them up in front of the class before Jongin can even move. Come on, Kim Jongin, get a grip on yourself. Jongin clears his throat.
“Right, we have ten of you here! Can everyone count ten with me?” Jongin taps on each kid’s head as the class choruses a droning, but audible count. Chanyeol claps enthusiastically at the end, and god, this really is nerve-wracking. Jongin pushes his glasses up.
“So let’s say we take away five.” Jongin rounds up five of them to sit down in a group at the side. “Can we count the rest still standing?”
This time Chanyeol counts loudly along as well, and claps with such cheer when the kids finish with five that Jongin thinks he’s on the verge of exploding with joy, but the kids seem to take to it well. Jongin’s heart is a little wiggly too, but it’s probably from nerves. He didn’t sign up for this, not by a long shot.
Eventually when they have the kids doing exercises and Chanyeol and Jongin are making rounds in the classroom helping the strugglers, Chanyeol looks over to catch Jongin’s eye and winks, his glasses slipping down his nose, and fuck, Jongin didn’t sign up for this. Not at all. What kind of school had such a cute, enthusiastic, charming vice principal, anyway?
creampie
jongdae/kyungsoo, pg-13, fluff
sometimes in life there are other things you might want to try strawberries and whipped cream out on. thanks emily for "chensoo and baking" :3
“All done,” Kyungsoo smiles and lifts his cake so the camera can take it. “Our cake!”
“Yay,” Jongdae loops his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder to grin at the camera. They look cute as fuck in the small preview screen the cameraman has learnt to permanently turn around thanks to Zitao, and it makes him grin harder.
“Wooo, we’re going to kill it,” Jongdae says when the cameraman moves over to film Baekhyun and Sehun’s team, just out of earshot. His eyes are crinkled into nothing when he turns to Kyungsoo, his arm still warm on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Man, this shit is tiring. All that mixing….”
Kyungsoo snorts. “Like you did any of it.”
“Well, I picked a good teammate,” Jongdae argues, placing the strawberry on top of the cake with such precision and flair you’d think he’d actually been a part of the baking. Mostly he’d held Kyungsoo in half hugs and notched his chin over his shoulder watching Kyungsoo mix and beat eggs, and said vaguely encouraging phrases like wow you’re doing good, Kyungsoo. Perhaps if this were anyone else, he’d have at least told them to move their lazy ass and do something, but Kyungsoo’s soft spot for Jongdae is rather embarrassing. Also, Jongdae’s hugs are really warm, pressed up against Kyungsoo without a hint of space between them, like Jongdae is the only thing Kyungsoo can feel. With Jongdae it’s always like, fuck winter.
They do win the baking competition, because Chanyeol is foiled by Minseok’s really strange preferences for cake and no one else is capable of working mixers without causing themselves bodily harm, so referee Junmyeon declares their team winner to Jongdae’s enthusiastic hug, bouncing on his feet as he cheers loudly. “See, told you we would kill it,” Jongdae tells Kyungsoo as the crew packs up the cameras in the dorm and Jongdae reaches over to swipe the cream off the last slices left after the hungry vultures swooped in, licks his fingers messily so there’s cream on his lips, then after a glance to make sure the cameras are off, brushes his lips over Kyungsoo’s cheekbone. Kyungsoo cuts his eyes at Jongdae.
“What?” Jongdae grins, then bolts, hiding behind Sehun so Sehun turns over confusedly to get a faceful of cake from Kyungsoo’s hand. His sputtering just makes Jongdae laugh so hard he doesn’t notice Kyungsoo rounding Sehun’s HYUNG!!!!s to grab Jongdae in a headlock, applying just enough pressure to make Jongdae hit hard at his arm.
“Ack,” Jongdae cries, coughing when Kyungsoo finally lets him go. Something like fondness makes its way into Kyungsoo’s laugh, and it’s definitely, definitely there, when Jongdae straightens to wrinkle his nose at Kyungsoo.
“Spoilsport.”
“What’s cute about cream on my face,” Kyungsoo tells him, keeping his face straight. “you should have picked somewhere else.”
“Oh,” Jongdae says, eyes darting to the leftover strawberries and cream, and this time Kyungsoo can’t help the smile that creeps onto his lips when Jongdae waggles his eyebrows.
home is where the ice cream is
chanyeol/jongin, g, fluff
based on keuroket's kittynini au!
Jongin never wanted this to happen.
They’d all come out for a nice trip to the park, it’ll be fun, Minseok-hyung had said. We can go on the Ferris Wheel, it goes super high, he’d said. And there is the nice ice cream you like, Jongin, Junmyeon-hyung had said kindly. So Jongin had forsaken his warm bed and cuddly blanket and held Jongdae-hyung’s hand to go, too. Ice cream is high on Jongin’s favourites list.
Except they’d all gone on the Ferris Wheel and the Viking ship that had scared the fleas off Jongin and all gone for a round of corndogs and ice creams, and Jongin had been so focused on making sure he caught every single drop of melted ice cream that suddenly he wasn’t holding Jongdae-hyung’s hand anymore. Jongin looks around flustered, trying to catch a glimpse of his brothers, but everyone’s legs are long and busy around him and he feels very, very alone.
That’s when his one scoop of triple chocolate chunk falls off the cone to land splat on the floor, and Jongin can feel the sadness and panic overwhelm him like the waves when they go to the beach and he paddles near the shore.
“Hyung,” Jongin wails for someone, anyone to pick him up and buy him some new ice cream and puts Jongdae-hyung’s hand back in his again, but the legs walking past are relentless and incessant. Nobody stops for Jongin.
By now he’s just wailing, padding along slowly hoping to bump into someone nice, he just wants a hug and someone to tell him he’s okay. How he never manages to meet a leg, he can’t understand, but when he’s closes his eyes to spill the tears out he does bump into someone roughly his size.
“Oh,” the someone says, and Jongin looks up. He’s not really his size, but he’s not an Adult either. Like Jongdae-hyung’s age, and he looks concerned like Jongdae-hyung does when Jongin’s crying too, except he has cute floppy ears instead of Jongin's small sharp ones. “Why are you crying!”
“I’m lost,” Jongin sniffles, and just the admittance makes him want to cry again, so he does, shuffling into this nice-looking hyung. The hyung rounds his arm around Jongin at once, and it feels so much like Home, his warm bed that Jongin doesn’t move for a while.
“Don’t be lost,” the hyung says, patting Jongin on the back. Jongin realises the tears have stopped and he feels a little better, like he’s with his brothers again. “I’ll take you home!”
Jongin sniffles, looking forlornly down at his empty cone, then back up at the hyung. “Can we get more ice cream first?”
The hyung grins.
Soon Jongin’s set up with three scoops - triple chocolate chunk, strawberry cheesecake swirl and mint chocolate chip - of ice cream, dry cheeks and knowledge of the nice hyung’s name. It sounds very nice on Jongin’s tongue, like the warm sheets that Jongin tumbles around in after Minseok-hyung does the laundry.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin sniffles, “I don’t know the way home.”
“Ah,” Chanyeol tucks his lip under his teeth in thought, then grins with conviction at Jongin. “It’s okay! I’m sure your brothers are looking for you. We can go find them!”
“Okay,” Jongin mumbles, because it feels like everything will be okay with Chanyeol here. He takes Chanyeol’s sticky hand and walks, clutching his ice cream and making sure never to miss any drop.
“Jongin!” comes Junmyeon-hyung’s voice from a distance away, and Jongin looks up to see his brothers rushing towards him. “Where did you go? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Jongdae-hyung mushes his face in a hug that gets Jongin quite overwhelmed and quite breathless. “Don’t run off by yourself ever again,” Jongdae-hyung admonishes with a fake frown, and Jongin mumbles “I didn’t,” but nobody hears.
“Thanks,” Minseok-hyung says to Chanyeol. “Where did you find him?”
“Near the toilets,” Chanyeol says, squeezing Jongin’s hand. “It’s no problem!”
Jongin doesn’t want to let Chanyeol’s very nice, very sticky hand go, but Junmyeon pulls Jongin close to check over for scrapes. “I’m fine, hyung,” Jongin mutters like a big boy. Mostly he’s looking at Chanyeol, wanting to thank him, but Chanyeol’s already waving goodbye.
“See you, Jongin!” Chanyeol says with the big grin he’d given Jongin earlier, and in the rest of the afternoon Jongin tries his hardest to keep his ice cream un-melted as long as possible. It’s the first time he keeps the cone uneaten in his tight fist, even when they’re all home and showered and warm in their beds.
cucumber virgin
baekhyun/jongdae, pg, fluff
farmboys aren't supposed to look this fetching in those sandals. (farmshare au) thanks lonio for this prompt too!! ♥
Baekhyun is actually really, surprisingly charmed.
He’d only agreed to come here to help Chanyeol and Kyungsoo pick their vegetables up after a good round of persuasion, light violence and blackmailing, and of course neither of them had bothered to mention that Baekhyun would actually have to pick them himself. Shitty deal Baekhyun got: a week’s meals in exchange for actual manual labour, since he technically mooches off Chanyeol and Kyungsoo’s restaurant every other day anyway. They’d even had the cheek to insist Baekhyun made it back by lunch rush.
Of course, the cute guy manning the farm has quite a bit to do with it. Jongdae, Baekhyun understood as he got a full-on experience of the stunning grin the guy has during introductions, very happy to meet Baekhyun, and please tell him if he needs any help picking! Baekhyun’ll take that as a compliment. He’s dressed in a simple shirt, shorts and some godawful sandals, but not bad enough to really be a dealbreaker. Plus the straw hat looks, for some reason, rather fetching.
The farm is actually pretty cute, in a quaint way, the kind of scene that belongs in a sweet summer romance, and the rows of broccoli in the greenhouse and rows of cabbages in the field are prettier than Baekhyun’d expected. He didn't even know broccoli came in so many colours. He picks broccoli for what seems like days, months, years under the toiling sunlight, what must be sunburn fanning over the back of his neck, but it’s barely enough to fill a basket. He’s literally dripping with sweat by now.
“You okay?” Jongdae’s by his side all of a sudden, handing a towel to Baekhyun, and his smile is somehow brighter than the sun, even with the straw hat throwing shade over it. “First timers always have a hard time!”
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun manages slightly too forcefully, but he’s eager to present a non-weak side of himself, because he’s not. It’s just really fucking hot in here. “But thanks.” The towel is softly, cottonly heaven.
“Wow, you really have an eye for picking the best,” Jongdae smiles as he sees Baekhyun’s basket. “Did Chanyeol and Kyungsoo teach you how?”
In all honesty, Baekhyun had just been picking randomly, but - “yeah! Your broccoli is really beautiful.” It sounds much more inappropriate out loud than in his head, but Jongdae’s smile - oh, what the hell.
“They’re grown with a lot of organic fertilizer, care and of course, love,” Jongdae says, leaning down to pick a beautiful purple one, presenting it to Baekhyun with a flourish. It’s not Baekhyun’s fault broccoli look like goddamn bouquets, complete with the leaves wrapping around the florets. He takes it with a small bow, resists the urge to kiss Jongdae’s hand - this is an hour-long acquaintance, jesus, Byun Baekhyun.
“That sounds nice,” Baekhyun says, his lips mirroring Jongdae’s smile on his own. “Wouldn’t mind being a broccoli in your farm.”
Jongdae’s laugh in return must be the real reason why his cabbages are the precise shade of green that is prettiest in the light. Baekhyun’s suddenly filled with an urge to bottle it, or even better, taste the liquid sunshine on his lips. “Well, you’re very welcome any time. Want some fresh cucumber juice?”
Baekhyun fucking hates cucumbers. “Sure!”
It… doesn’t taste that bad. Like, he might even be okay with ingesting it. It’s much sweeter and completely different from actual cucumbers, and Jongdae’s anticipating smile is right in front of him. “It’s good!” Maybe he’ll have to brush his teeth about four times later, but he was going to anyway, and Jongdae’s grinning. “It’s the most popular thing here! I’m glad you like it.”
After Jongdae teaches him how to pick tomatoes and cabbages with ample hands-on demonstration, he sends Baekhyun back on the truck to civilization with another tumbler of cucumber juice on the house. Baekhyun’s going to finish the entire thing if it kills him.
“Say, does that Jongdae give out free cucumber juice a lot?” Baekhyun asks as casually as he can when he offloads the truckload of vegetables at the restaurant. Chanyeol cocks his head in puzzlement.
“Yeah, I guess,” he says, going back to moving vegetables, and Baekhyun’ll take that as a no.
chanyeol/jongin, pg, fluff
jongin tumbles straight into this job and it seems to be turning up much, much more than he'd bargained for. thanks lonio for the prompt!
The classroom is stifling, Jongin’s tie is much worse, and the kids are all staring at him like he’s an alien sprouting ears. He practically is, to be honest. This is way out of his comfort zone - he’s a physical education teacher, for god’s sake. He’s good at romping with the kids on the soccer field and first aid when they scrape their knees on the hockey pitch, or even at whistle blowing, but this - math on a whiteboard, despite it being elementary, Jongin is like a fish out of water.
“Ahem.” Jongin clears his throat. At least he looks the part, he’d spent a lot of time tying his tie this morning. “Good morning, kids.”
They chorus a mostly sleepy good morning, seonsaengnim back, and Jongin’s stumped. He has his lesson prep in front of him, hastily pulled together after the news that he’ll be taking the math classes, just for, you know, a while, we’re really short on academic teachers, also can you start, like, tomorrow? just a week ago, despite having applied for the physical education teacher position. He’d liked the school a lot, the environment, and the kids looked positively cherubic when he’d come for the interview, but now sprawled on their desks in front of him Jongin wonders if he’s made a very, very wrong decision to stutter out yes. His vice-principal had just seemed like his face would crumple if Jongin had said no, and Jongin didn’t want that. Perhaps he should start on - the door bangs open and Jongin jumps to see the very vice principal he hadn’t wanted to see anything but smiles on his face. His vice-principal has a very nice smile.
“Hello,” Vice Principal Park grins at Jongin, then waves at the kids, barrelling into the classroom with a big stack of books. “We’re going through math today, aren’t we?”
Jongin’s heart is somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. They hadn’t said anything about shadowing and unannounced teacher assessments. Shit. He’s not the greatest math teacher, and today’s the first day he’s taking this class alone, after his co-teacher left for his honeymoon -
“Don’t worry,” Vice-Principal Park loops his arm around Jongin’s shoulders, and Jongin’s a little surprised at how touchy his vice principal is with his colleagues. They’ve known each other for a week. “I’m here to co-teach! I heard you were a little confused when Kyungsoo left, but I’m right here.”
“T-thanks,” Jongin manages to stutter, like the only thing he can see is the glint of Chanyeol’s huge grin. “Vice-Principal.”
“Chanyeol,” his vice-principal - co-teacher - corrects, then beams expectantly at Jongin.
“Well, today we’re going to start on subtraction,” Jongin turns so the students can’t see the heat on his cheeks. Is he really blushing? It must be forty degrees out, he’s not really blushing. 10 - 5 = is kind of wobbly on the whiteboard, but good penmanship has never been on his resume. “Can anyone tell me what this is?”
Jongin’s met with pin-drop silence, none of the kids meeting his eyes, and he gulps.
“Here,” Chanyeol intervenes after a good second, smiling reassuringly at Jongin. Let’s have ten of you up here! We’ll play a game, okay?”
Chanyeol rounds ten of them up in front of the class before Jongin can even move. Come on, Kim Jongin, get a grip on yourself. Jongin clears his throat.
“Right, we have ten of you here! Can everyone count ten with me?” Jongin taps on each kid’s head as the class choruses a droning, but audible count. Chanyeol claps enthusiastically at the end, and god, this really is nerve-wracking. Jongin pushes his glasses up.
“So let’s say we take away five.” Jongin rounds up five of them to sit down in a group at the side. “Can we count the rest still standing?”
This time Chanyeol counts loudly along as well, and claps with such cheer when the kids finish with five that Jongin thinks he’s on the verge of exploding with joy, but the kids seem to take to it well. Jongin’s heart is a little wiggly too, but it’s probably from nerves. He didn’t sign up for this, not by a long shot.
Eventually when they have the kids doing exercises and Chanyeol and Jongin are making rounds in the classroom helping the strugglers, Chanyeol looks over to catch Jongin’s eye and winks, his glasses slipping down his nose, and fuck, Jongin didn’t sign up for this. Not at all. What kind of school had such a cute, enthusiastic, charming vice principal, anyway?
creampie
jongdae/kyungsoo, pg-13, fluff
sometimes in life there are other things you might want to try strawberries and whipped cream out on. thanks emily for "chensoo and baking" :3
“All done,” Kyungsoo smiles and lifts his cake so the camera can take it. “Our cake!”
“Yay,” Jongdae loops his arm around Kyungsoo’s shoulder to grin at the camera. They look cute as fuck in the small preview screen the cameraman has learnt to permanently turn around thanks to Zitao, and it makes him grin harder.
“Wooo, we’re going to kill it,” Jongdae says when the cameraman moves over to film Baekhyun and Sehun’s team, just out of earshot. His eyes are crinkled into nothing when he turns to Kyungsoo, his arm still warm on Kyungsoo’s shoulders. “Man, this shit is tiring. All that mixing….”
Kyungsoo snorts. “Like you did any of it.”
“Well, I picked a good teammate,” Jongdae argues, placing the strawberry on top of the cake with such precision and flair you’d think he’d actually been a part of the baking. Mostly he’d held Kyungsoo in half hugs and notched his chin over his shoulder watching Kyungsoo mix and beat eggs, and said vaguely encouraging phrases like wow you’re doing good, Kyungsoo. Perhaps if this were anyone else, he’d have at least told them to move their lazy ass and do something, but Kyungsoo’s soft spot for Jongdae is rather embarrassing. Also, Jongdae’s hugs are really warm, pressed up against Kyungsoo without a hint of space between them, like Jongdae is the only thing Kyungsoo can feel. With Jongdae it’s always like, fuck winter.
They do win the baking competition, because Chanyeol is foiled by Minseok’s really strange preferences for cake and no one else is capable of working mixers without causing themselves bodily harm, so referee Junmyeon declares their team winner to Jongdae’s enthusiastic hug, bouncing on his feet as he cheers loudly. “See, told you we would kill it,” Jongdae tells Kyungsoo as the crew packs up the cameras in the dorm and Jongdae reaches over to swipe the cream off the last slices left after the hungry vultures swooped in, licks his fingers messily so there’s cream on his lips, then after a glance to make sure the cameras are off, brushes his lips over Kyungsoo’s cheekbone. Kyungsoo cuts his eyes at Jongdae.
“What?” Jongdae grins, then bolts, hiding behind Sehun so Sehun turns over confusedly to get a faceful of cake from Kyungsoo’s hand. His sputtering just makes Jongdae laugh so hard he doesn’t notice Kyungsoo rounding Sehun’s HYUNG!!!!s to grab Jongdae in a headlock, applying just enough pressure to make Jongdae hit hard at his arm.
“Ack,” Jongdae cries, coughing when Kyungsoo finally lets him go. Something like fondness makes its way into Kyungsoo’s laugh, and it’s definitely, definitely there, when Jongdae straightens to wrinkle his nose at Kyungsoo.
“Spoilsport.”
“What’s cute about cream on my face,” Kyungsoo tells him, keeping his face straight. “you should have picked somewhere else.”
“Oh,” Jongdae says, eyes darting to the leftover strawberries and cream, and this time Kyungsoo can’t help the smile that creeps onto his lips when Jongdae waggles his eyebrows.
home is where the ice cream is
chanyeol/jongin, g, fluff
based on keuroket's kittynini au!
Jongin never wanted this to happen.
They’d all come out for a nice trip to the park, it’ll be fun, Minseok-hyung had said. We can go on the Ferris Wheel, it goes super high, he’d said. And there is the nice ice cream you like, Jongin, Junmyeon-hyung had said kindly. So Jongin had forsaken his warm bed and cuddly blanket and held Jongdae-hyung’s hand to go, too. Ice cream is high on Jongin’s favourites list.
Except they’d all gone on the Ferris Wheel and the Viking ship that had scared the fleas off Jongin and all gone for a round of corndogs and ice creams, and Jongin had been so focused on making sure he caught every single drop of melted ice cream that suddenly he wasn’t holding Jongdae-hyung’s hand anymore. Jongin looks around flustered, trying to catch a glimpse of his brothers, but everyone’s legs are long and busy around him and he feels very, very alone.
That’s when his one scoop of triple chocolate chunk falls off the cone to land splat on the floor, and Jongin can feel the sadness and panic overwhelm him like the waves when they go to the beach and he paddles near the shore.
“Hyung,” Jongin wails for someone, anyone to pick him up and buy him some new ice cream and puts Jongdae-hyung’s hand back in his again, but the legs walking past are relentless and incessant. Nobody stops for Jongin.
By now he’s just wailing, padding along slowly hoping to bump into someone nice, he just wants a hug and someone to tell him he’s okay. How he never manages to meet a leg, he can’t understand, but when he’s closes his eyes to spill the tears out he does bump into someone roughly his size.
“Oh,” the someone says, and Jongin looks up. He’s not really his size, but he’s not an Adult either. Like Jongdae-hyung’s age, and he looks concerned like Jongdae-hyung does when Jongin’s crying too, except he has cute floppy ears instead of Jongin's small sharp ones. “Why are you crying!”
“I’m lost,” Jongin sniffles, and just the admittance makes him want to cry again, so he does, shuffling into this nice-looking hyung. The hyung rounds his arm around Jongin at once, and it feels so much like Home, his warm bed that Jongin doesn’t move for a while.
“Don’t be lost,” the hyung says, patting Jongin on the back. Jongin realises the tears have stopped and he feels a little better, like he’s with his brothers again. “I’ll take you home!”
Jongin sniffles, looking forlornly down at his empty cone, then back up at the hyung. “Can we get more ice cream first?”
The hyung grins.
Soon Jongin’s set up with three scoops - triple chocolate chunk, strawberry cheesecake swirl and mint chocolate chip - of ice cream, dry cheeks and knowledge of the nice hyung’s name. It sounds very nice on Jongin’s tongue, like the warm sheets that Jongin tumbles around in after Minseok-hyung does the laundry.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin sniffles, “I don’t know the way home.”
“Ah,” Chanyeol tucks his lip under his teeth in thought, then grins with conviction at Jongin. “It’s okay! I’m sure your brothers are looking for you. We can go find them!”
“Okay,” Jongin mumbles, because it feels like everything will be okay with Chanyeol here. He takes Chanyeol’s sticky hand and walks, clutching his ice cream and making sure never to miss any drop.
“Jongin!” comes Junmyeon-hyung’s voice from a distance away, and Jongin looks up to see his brothers rushing towards him. “Where did you go? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Jongdae-hyung mushes his face in a hug that gets Jongin quite overwhelmed and quite breathless. “Don’t run off by yourself ever again,” Jongdae-hyung admonishes with a fake frown, and Jongin mumbles “I didn’t,” but nobody hears.
“Thanks,” Minseok-hyung says to Chanyeol. “Where did you find him?”
“Near the toilets,” Chanyeol says, squeezing Jongin’s hand. “It’s no problem!”
Jongin doesn’t want to let Chanyeol’s very nice, very sticky hand go, but Junmyeon pulls Jongin close to check over for scrapes. “I’m fine, hyung,” Jongin mutters like a big boy. Mostly he’s looking at Chanyeol, wanting to thank him, but Chanyeol’s already waving goodbye.
“See you, Jongin!” Chanyeol says with the big grin he’d given Jongin earlier, and in the rest of the afternoon Jongin tries his hardest to keep his ice cream un-melted as long as possible. It’s the first time he keeps the cone uneaten in his tight fist, even when they’re all home and showered and warm in their beds.
cucumber virgin
baekhyun/jongdae, pg, fluff
farmboys aren't supposed to look this fetching in those sandals. (farmshare au) thanks lonio for this prompt too!! ♥
Baekhyun is actually really, surprisingly charmed.
He’d only agreed to come here to help Chanyeol and Kyungsoo pick their vegetables up after a good round of persuasion, light violence and blackmailing, and of course neither of them had bothered to mention that Baekhyun would actually have to pick them himself. Shitty deal Baekhyun got: a week’s meals in exchange for actual manual labour, since he technically mooches off Chanyeol and Kyungsoo’s restaurant every other day anyway. They’d even had the cheek to insist Baekhyun made it back by lunch rush.
Of course, the cute guy manning the farm has quite a bit to do with it. Jongdae, Baekhyun understood as he got a full-on experience of the stunning grin the guy has during introductions, very happy to meet Baekhyun, and please tell him if he needs any help picking! Baekhyun’ll take that as a compliment. He’s dressed in a simple shirt, shorts and some godawful sandals, but not bad enough to really be a dealbreaker. Plus the straw hat looks, for some reason, rather fetching.
The farm is actually pretty cute, in a quaint way, the kind of scene that belongs in a sweet summer romance, and the rows of broccoli in the greenhouse and rows of cabbages in the field are prettier than Baekhyun’d expected. He didn't even know broccoli came in so many colours. He picks broccoli for what seems like days, months, years under the toiling sunlight, what must be sunburn fanning over the back of his neck, but it’s barely enough to fill a basket. He’s literally dripping with sweat by now.
“You okay?” Jongdae’s by his side all of a sudden, handing a towel to Baekhyun, and his smile is somehow brighter than the sun, even with the straw hat throwing shade over it. “First timers always have a hard time!”
“I’m fine,” Baekhyun manages slightly too forcefully, but he’s eager to present a non-weak side of himself, because he’s not. It’s just really fucking hot in here. “But thanks.” The towel is softly, cottonly heaven.
“Wow, you really have an eye for picking the best,” Jongdae smiles as he sees Baekhyun’s basket. “Did Chanyeol and Kyungsoo teach you how?”
In all honesty, Baekhyun had just been picking randomly, but - “yeah! Your broccoli is really beautiful.” It sounds much more inappropriate out loud than in his head, but Jongdae’s smile - oh, what the hell.
“They’re grown with a lot of organic fertilizer, care and of course, love,” Jongdae says, leaning down to pick a beautiful purple one, presenting it to Baekhyun with a flourish. It’s not Baekhyun’s fault broccoli look like goddamn bouquets, complete with the leaves wrapping around the florets. He takes it with a small bow, resists the urge to kiss Jongdae’s hand - this is an hour-long acquaintance, jesus, Byun Baekhyun.
“That sounds nice,” Baekhyun says, his lips mirroring Jongdae’s smile on his own. “Wouldn’t mind being a broccoli in your farm.”
Jongdae’s laugh in return must be the real reason why his cabbages are the precise shade of green that is prettiest in the light. Baekhyun’s suddenly filled with an urge to bottle it, or even better, taste the liquid sunshine on his lips. “Well, you’re very welcome any time. Want some fresh cucumber juice?”
Baekhyun fucking hates cucumbers. “Sure!”
It… doesn’t taste that bad. Like, he might even be okay with ingesting it. It’s much sweeter and completely different from actual cucumbers, and Jongdae’s anticipating smile is right in front of him. “It’s good!” Maybe he’ll have to brush his teeth about four times later, but he was going to anyway, and Jongdae’s grinning. “It’s the most popular thing here! I’m glad you like it.”
After Jongdae teaches him how to pick tomatoes and cabbages with ample hands-on demonstration, he sends Baekhyun back on the truck to civilization with another tumbler of cucumber juice on the house. Baekhyun’s going to finish the entire thing if it kills him.
“Say, does that Jongdae give out free cucumber juice a lot?” Baekhyun asks as casually as he can when he offloads the truckload of vegetables at the restaurant. Chanyeol cocks his head in puzzlement.
“Yeah, I guess,” he says, going back to moving vegetables, and Baekhyun’ll take that as a no.