inbox #7

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inbox #7
1. hello venus, alice/lime, pigtail-pulling at band camp, any rating
2. girl's day, hyeri/minah, superpowered (or magic) teens, any rating
3. exo, chanyeol/d.o, sleepovers and found families, any rating
4. bangtan/btob, v/sungjae, boarding school makeouts with tie-pulling, any rating5. topp dogg/evol, hansol/say, coming of age, any rating

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[gdgdbaby]

the wasp on the length of my arm (1/2), prompt #3 fill: chanyeol/d.o, sleepovers and found families, pg13. hs au.

At 3PM sharp Friday afternoon, Kyungsoo showed up on the porch in his downy worm jacket, the black one so long it bunched around his ankles. Chanyeol poked his head out into the chilly air when the doorbell rang. He waved at Kyungsoo's mom as she pulled away from the curb before frowning down at the top of Kyungsoo's head. "Overkill?"

"Better than freezing," Kyungsoo returned, voice muffled by the knit scarf wrapped around his face. He scraped his shoes on the welcome mat but still tracked snow inside. Chanyeol grabbed his duffel bag and made a beeline for the stairs.

Kyungsoo's parents were going out of town for some function of Seungsoo's, three states away at the swanky prep school he went to. Sending him to Chanyeol's was easier than hiring a live-in babysitter, apparently, and they'd done this often enough growing up that no one really cared Chanyeol's parents were working extra shifts at the diner they owned over the weekend. Plus, Yura was around, and Chanyeol was pretty sure she liked Kyungsoo better than she liked him, so that was something. If anything happened, she'd definitely save Kyungsoo first.

"I still don't get why I can't just stay home alone," Kyungsoo said, hanging his coat up in Chanyeol's closet as Chanyeol deposited his shit next to the laundry basket. "I'm old enough."

Chanyeol fell back in bed. "Because you wouldn't get to hang out with me," he said. He rolled over onto his stomach and threw a finger in Kyungsoo's direction. "Also, remember when you almost burned the kitchen down over some spaghetti?"

"That was one time," Kyungsoo mumbled, face dark. "In fifth grade. It's been years. Can't everyone let it go already?" Before Chanyeol could reply, he wrapped his arms around his waist, a fine shiver in the line of his shoulders. "Ugh, why is it so cold in here?"

"Mom's going through a conservation phase," Chanyeol said, grimacing. "Thermostat's been low all week. Just in time for the snow day." He unfolded himself and padded out the door, hand closing around Kyungsoo's wrist as he passed. "Here, I have an idea."

Technically, Chanyeol wasn't supposed to touch the Keurig coffee maker. Those were his dad's exact words before he left for the dinner shift-but he never said anything about Kyungsoo.

"I'm not allowed to make coffee, but you can," Chanyeol explained. He unearthed a half-finished box of hazelnut k-cups from the overhead cabinet and brandished it in Kyungsoo's face.

Kyungsoo sent him a dry look. "Your dad actually likes me and I want to keep it that way," he said, but took the proffered cups anyway. Chanyeol watched him fill the reservoir before busying himself with collecting snacks. "You know, if we drink coffee now we're going to be up all night."

"That's the point," Chanyeol said. He emerged from the pantry with an armful of cookies and dumped them on the kitchen island. He dove back in for chips.

Kyungsoo just finished with the second cup when footsteps came thumping down the stairs. His eyes went wide, darting between the puttering Keurig and the mugs in his hands. Chanyeol leapt toward the door but it was too late-Yura breezed in and dumped her bag on the dining table, brows cocked high. Chanyeol froze misstep. "I thought Dad said you weren't supposed to use the coffee maker," she said, grabbing a clementine from the basket on the counter.

"I didn't," Chanyeol said, grinning. "It was all Kyungsoo."