Let me cook, dammit.
Kai/Kyungsoo/Chanyeol (~700 words)
so apparently, Chanyeol has a bad habit of sleeping on Kaisoo's floor...
also inspired by this conversation
When Jongin wakes up in the middle of the night, throat parched and thirsty, to grab a glass of water, his first instinct is to shriek on the top of his lungs.
He swings his leg to the side of his bed ready to step down when it presses against something warm.
And squishy.
And very much alive.
But his half-asleep mind doesn’t register it until he steps down, causing a muffled groan to erupt from below.
His second instinct is to stifle his first, which thankfully succeeds because besides the groan from below, the only other sound in the room is Kyungsoo’s even breathing and his own pounding heart. Groping blindly for his phone, Jongin directs the light below to reveal a mess of blankets, dark hair, and long limbs.
“Chanyeol?” he hisses, nudging him with his foot.
There’s no response. So Jongin kicks him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he says, kicking him again and this time there’s a response.
Unfortunately it’s another half-mumble against the swath of colorful blankets spread out on the floor to which Jongin can only decipher: “heat....ooking…first to… birthday,” slurred all together.
He squints in the darkness, wondering vaguely if this is some sort of dream where Chanyeol had been transformed into a magical talking carpet. The thought is followed shortly by a strange sense of relief in which Jongin realizes that he wouldn’t mind having Chanyeol as his carpet, before he snaps himself out of it.
“You want...to what?” he asks, hoping for some form of clarification, which at this hour from Chanyeol is a lost cause to begin with. He’s proven right by the lack of answer below his bed punctuated by light snores.
Jongin shifts carefully, arching his back to reach his foot towards solid ground, away from the sprawl of Chanyeol across his floor. He manages to stand himself up, by pushing off his bed with a slight creak, and finally goes to get his glass of water when a hand latches onto his ankle, making him flail his arms around like an idiot to keep from face-planting.
“No,” Chanyeol mutters, and even in the darkness Jongin can still picture his ridiculous puppy pout.
“No what?” Jongin scowls, exasperated at this point.
“No,” Chanyeol repeats childishly, lifting his head off the ground for the first time since Jongin had stepped on him, “you’re not going to cook first.”
“You’re crazy,” Jongin replies flatly, “it’s three in the morning, what am I going to cook?”
“You’re not?” Chanyeol questions and Jongin takes his moment of confusion to wrench his ankle out of Chanyeol’s grasp.
“Wait,” he calls, scrambling out of the blankets, “I wanted to cook.”
“Why?” Jongin sighs, exhaustion winning out over frustration.
“Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol replies like it’s the most obvious answer in the world and oh.
Oh.
“You wanted to cook for his birthday?” Jongin asks feeling sheepish, because it hadn’t occurred to him that this wasn’t just a daily case of Chanyeol being nonsensical Chanyeol, but more of a rare case of Chanyeol being somewhat utterly sweet.
Jongin’s mind feels temporarily blown and it takes a second for him to recover thanks to the early hour.
“Baekhyun and I thought that since Kyungsoo is always cooking and doing so many things for us that we would surprise him with breakfast in bed,” Chanyeol explains with a low whisper like he’s discussing a prank, but Jongin can only hear good intentions in his tone.
“Baekhyun bought him flowers so I was supposed to handle the breakfast part, but we also thought that you might cook for him too.”
“So you camped out in our room to stop me from…cooking?” Jongin asks, no longer totally perplexed because out of all the crazy he knows Chanyeol is capable of, this is well within the ballpark.
“Yes?” Chanyeol says sheepishly before retorting, “hey, it was a pretty good idea until you decided to sleep waltz onto my back.”
Jongin sighs in the way that only those that have suffered through Chanyeol’s antics can sigh, as he weighs the pros and cons.
“You guys bought him flowers?” Jongin asks, imagining Kyungsoo waking up to the smell of fresh roses and burnt toast. He chuckles and that’s when remembers that he’s still thirsty.
“Fine,” he huffs, “we can cook together.”
so apparently, Chanyeol has a bad habit of sleeping on Kaisoo's floor...
also inspired by this conversation
When Jongin wakes up in the middle of the night, throat parched and thirsty, to grab a glass of water, his first instinct is to shriek on the top of his lungs.
He swings his leg to the side of his bed ready to step down when it presses against something warm.
And squishy.
And very much alive.
But his half-asleep mind doesn’t register it until he steps down, causing a muffled groan to erupt from below.
His second instinct is to stifle his first, which thankfully succeeds because besides the groan from below, the only other sound in the room is Kyungsoo’s even breathing and his own pounding heart. Groping blindly for his phone, Jongin directs the light below to reveal a mess of blankets, dark hair, and long limbs.
“Chanyeol?” he hisses, nudging him with his foot.
There’s no response. So Jongin kicks him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he says, kicking him again and this time there’s a response.
Unfortunately it’s another half-mumble against the swath of colorful blankets spread out on the floor to which Jongin can only decipher: “heat....ooking…first to… birthday,” slurred all together.
He squints in the darkness, wondering vaguely if this is some sort of dream where Chanyeol had been transformed into a magical talking carpet. The thought is followed shortly by a strange sense of relief in which Jongin realizes that he wouldn’t mind having Chanyeol as his carpet, before he snaps himself out of it.
“You want...to what?” he asks, hoping for some form of clarification, which at this hour from Chanyeol is a lost cause to begin with. He’s proven right by the lack of answer below his bed punctuated by light snores.
Jongin shifts carefully, arching his back to reach his foot towards solid ground, away from the sprawl of Chanyeol across his floor. He manages to stand himself up, by pushing off his bed with a slight creak, and finally goes to get his glass of water when a hand latches onto his ankle, making him flail his arms around like an idiot to keep from face-planting.
“No,” Chanyeol mutters, and even in the darkness Jongin can still picture his ridiculous puppy pout.
“No what?” Jongin scowls, exasperated at this point.
“No,” Chanyeol repeats childishly, lifting his head off the ground for the first time since Jongin had stepped on him, “you’re not going to cook first.”
“You’re crazy,” Jongin replies flatly, “it’s three in the morning, what am I going to cook?”
“You’re not?” Chanyeol questions and Jongin takes his moment of confusion to wrench his ankle out of Chanyeol’s grasp.
“Wait,” he calls, scrambling out of the blankets, “I wanted to cook.”
“Why?” Jongin sighs, exhaustion winning out over frustration.
“Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol replies like it’s the most obvious answer in the world and oh.
Oh.
“You wanted to cook for his birthday?” Jongin asks feeling sheepish, because it hadn’t occurred to him that this wasn’t just a daily case of Chanyeol being nonsensical Chanyeol, but more of a rare case of Chanyeol being somewhat utterly sweet.
Jongin’s mind feels temporarily blown and it takes a second for him to recover thanks to the early hour.
“Baekhyun and I thought that since Kyungsoo is always cooking and doing so many things for us that we would surprise him with breakfast in bed,” Chanyeol explains with a low whisper like he’s discussing a prank, but Jongin can only hear good intentions in his tone.
“Baekhyun bought him flowers so I was supposed to handle the breakfast part, but we also thought that you might cook for him too.”
“So you camped out in our room to stop me from…cooking?” Jongin asks, no longer totally perplexed because out of all the crazy he knows Chanyeol is capable of, this is well within the ballpark.
“Yes?” Chanyeol says sheepishly before retorting, “hey, it was a pretty good idea until you decided to sleep waltz onto my back.”
Jongin sighs in the way that only those that have suffered through Chanyeol’s antics can sigh, as he weighs the pros and cons.
“You guys bought him flowers?” Jongin asks, imagining Kyungsoo waking up to the smell of fresh roses and burnt toast. He chuckles and that’s when remembers that he’s still thirsty.
“Fine,” he huffs, “we can cook together.”