Calorie - Kris/Suho
Calorie
Kris/Suho / pg-13 / ~1.2k / fixed entry for exopromptmeme. prompt: Kris tries using this line on Suho. Up to you if it works or if Kris gets slapped.
It was a common knowledge in the dorm that ever since the leader of the Mandarin subunit was back from his trip to Canada, there was something significantly different about his body shape. He seemed to get bigger and it wasn’t because of muscle building’s doing. It was a whole another level.
Zitao had felt it the first time he hugged Yifan when he got back. The differences were really noticeable, especially for the younger who was getting skinnier in the process. “Duizhang,” Zitao shot up a surprised look at the now black haired man, “You’ve gotten fatter!” He received a good smack on the back of his head for that. So much for Duizhang’s comeback, Zitao mused.
When the others saw Yifan entering the dorm with sulking giant panda trailing behind him, they immediately knew no one should ever mention about Yifan’s weight gaining ever. It’s a taboo.
Their choreographer complained that Yifan didn’t trained enough while in Canada. He should have at least do the cardio routines before going to bed because, Yifan, what should we do with your heavy jiggling fat and stiff joint? He was exaggerating, of course. But Wu Yifan took it much more seriously behind his nervous laugh for the comment.
In the end it led to a furious diet that everyone in the dorm could only shake their heads about. Yifan wanted to prove himself, so he restricted himself from stealing sweets from Minseok’s locker and trailing behind Kyungsoo everytime the round-eyed vocalist entered the kitchen. It was a torture at first, but Yifan thought he could get used to being teased by Jongin and Sehun and their stupid ice creams.
When Yifan finally broke down, he sent the whole EXO members to buy him snacks and cakes and sweets and cokes and whatever, just bring everything in. He flopped down onto the couch as the dorm emptied out and randomly pressed the remote looking for something interesting enough to watch. He stopped at a cooking class channel.
“Giving up, I see?”
Yifan didn’t need to look at the person who just entered the room, because the voice was something he was already familiar to. A voice he even memorized in his heart. His heart somehow gave him a slow thump. “I didn’t realize it was going to be this tiring.”
Joonmyun sat next to Yifan, observing the cooking program Yifan had chosen. He ended up being the only one not under Duizhang’s order to buy food because he was also a leader. And Duizhang played favorites. Yifan could hear distant whines from the rest of the members and Minseok trying to console them by buying ice creams for each one of the younger members.
Yifan took a chance to look at the other leader’s face and immediately regretted his decision as he saw a face he always has yearned for. Joonmyun had crinkles on his face as he frowned, trying to concentrate watching the television, and Yifan wanted to kiss them away. “You shouldn’t have done it from the beginning.” Joonmyun turned to look at him. Yifan’s breath hitched at the honest concerned eyes.
“I don’t have any better idea of diet.” Yifan admitted.
“We could look it up together.” Joonmyun carefully said. His tongue flickered out to lick the corner of his lower lip, a gesture of nervousness Yifan was already familiar of. As the shorter’s lips moved and formed words, Yifan couldn’t help but noticed how pink and kissable Joonmyun’s lips were. It was as if there was a blinking board just right above those plump lips, ‘KISS ME’.
Yifan cleared his throat. “I have, actually, looked for ways to burn calories. But there should be two participants.”
“Yeah?” Joonmyun sounded sincerely curious, Yifan was almost sorry for his naughty thoughts. “Can I help?”
“I’m afraid you would... not like it.” Yifan gave out a reassuring smile, though deep in his heart he wished Joonmyun would push him away to help. Joonmyun was a good person, and he liked to help people. Yifan should be on his list of ‘help-able’ people.
Joonmyun frowned, lips unconsciously turning into a pout. “Tell me first? Is it too difficult? Like bending and splitting?”
“Are you sure you want to know, though? Once you know, there is no turning back.” Yifan leaned closer as he said the words in a low tone.
“Yeah, sure.”
Yifan leaned even closer to Joonmyun’s ear, the other started to blush. “There is this fact I read on the internet the other day,” Yifan said lowly, sending shivers to Joonmyun’s spine. “Kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute. Want to help me workout?”
He certainly didn’t expect a slap coming straight to his left cheek. Damn, it stung.
Joonmyun looked surprised and panicked, his hand used to slap Yifan still hanging awkwardly. “I- I-“ Then he abruptly stood up and made his way out hurriedly. Yifan wanted to cry, but he didn’t know what he was going to cry about. The sting? The embarrassment? The rejection? His fingers softly stroked on his hurting cheek as he forced himself to pay attention to television again.
Soon there were sounds of footsteps entering the living room again, and Joonmyun came into Yifan’s view. His face was flushing red, hand holding out an icepack. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Joonmyun stumbled over his words and all Yifan’s pain was gone.
“Is that for me?” Yifan asked, referring to the icepack. Joonmyun nodded shyly. Sighing, Yifan reached out and took Joonmyun’s wrist. He pulled him closer and made the shorter man sat next to him awkwardly with a leg draping across Yifan’s. He guided Joonmyun’s hand to pat the icepack on his stinging cheek. Joonmyun’s hand was warm, a contrast to the cold icepack. Yifan liked it.
“Did I hurt you badly?” Joonmyun asked softly.
“My cheeks are fine, the fat aren’t there for nothing.” Yifan smiled. He guided Joonmyun’s free hand to his chest, and his face turned serious. “Here is not, though.”
“Oh.” Joonmyun could felt his heartbeat, Yifan realized. “Doestheofferstillstands?”
Yifan blinked, “What was that?” If anyone should know his Korean is no expert level, it was Joonmyun.
“Nothing.” Joonmyun pursed his lips, looking hesitant. “If you don’t get fitter tomorrow, I will ask Jongin to help you train.” Then he leaned up, his lips meeting Yifan’s lips in an awkward way. But Yifan liked it a lot. He tugged on Joonmyun’s neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Kissing Joonmyun was a whole dictionary of positive words.
“I plan to burn a lot of calories,” Yifan said as they took a break to catch their breath. “Really a lot.”
Joonmyun, cheeks pink, freshly kissed lips, and messy hair, smiled and turned Yifan’s world around. “I don’t mind.” He said. So Yifan’s hands made their way to cup the other’s ass, tugging him to sit on his lap. Then they made their ways beneath Joonmyun’s shirt and shorts, one resting to play with his nipple while the other stroked the cheek of his ass. Joonmyun moaned as their kiss became more urgent, fingers gripping tight on Yifan’s t-shirt.
Yifan’s tongue started to make its way to Joonmyun’s neck, nibbling on a spot just below his collarbone. It would make a mark the members will question, but Yifan ignored the thought because he was currently on a diet mission.
“I wonder,” Joonmyun said between Yifan's sloppy kisses below his ears, “how much calories would sex burn?”
Yifan couldn’t help but grinned at the not-so-innocent question, his heart thumping loudly. He is challenged.
“Wanna try?”
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Kris/Suho / pg-13 / ~1.2k / fixed entry for exopromptmeme. prompt: Kris tries using this line on Suho. Up to you if it works or if Kris gets slapped.
It was a common knowledge in the dorm that ever since the leader of the Mandarin subunit was back from his trip to Canada, there was something significantly different about his body shape. He seemed to get bigger and it wasn’t because of muscle building’s doing. It was a whole another level.
Zitao had felt it the first time he hugged Yifan when he got back. The differences were really noticeable, especially for the younger who was getting skinnier in the process. “Duizhang,” Zitao shot up a surprised look at the now black haired man, “You’ve gotten fatter!” He received a good smack on the back of his head for that. So much for Duizhang’s comeback, Zitao mused.
When the others saw Yifan entering the dorm with sulking giant panda trailing behind him, they immediately knew no one should ever mention about Yifan’s weight gaining ever. It’s a taboo.
Their choreographer complained that Yifan didn’t trained enough while in Canada. He should have at least do the cardio routines before going to bed because, Yifan, what should we do with your heavy jiggling fat and stiff joint? He was exaggerating, of course. But Wu Yifan took it much more seriously behind his nervous laugh for the comment.
In the end it led to a furious diet that everyone in the dorm could only shake their heads about. Yifan wanted to prove himself, so he restricted himself from stealing sweets from Minseok’s locker and trailing behind Kyungsoo everytime the round-eyed vocalist entered the kitchen. It was a torture at first, but Yifan thought he could get used to being teased by Jongin and Sehun and their stupid ice creams.
When Yifan finally broke down, he sent the whole EXO members to buy him snacks and cakes and sweets and cokes and whatever, just bring everything in. He flopped down onto the couch as the dorm emptied out and randomly pressed the remote looking for something interesting enough to watch. He stopped at a cooking class channel.
“Giving up, I see?”
Yifan didn’t need to look at the person who just entered the room, because the voice was something he was already familiar to. A voice he even memorized in his heart. His heart somehow gave him a slow thump. “I didn’t realize it was going to be this tiring.”
Joonmyun sat next to Yifan, observing the cooking program Yifan had chosen. He ended up being the only one not under Duizhang’s order to buy food because he was also a leader. And Duizhang played favorites. Yifan could hear distant whines from the rest of the members and Minseok trying to console them by buying ice creams for each one of the younger members.
Yifan took a chance to look at the other leader’s face and immediately regretted his decision as he saw a face he always has yearned for. Joonmyun had crinkles on his face as he frowned, trying to concentrate watching the television, and Yifan wanted to kiss them away. “You shouldn’t have done it from the beginning.” Joonmyun turned to look at him. Yifan’s breath hitched at the honest concerned eyes.
“I don’t have any better idea of diet.” Yifan admitted.
“We could look it up together.” Joonmyun carefully said. His tongue flickered out to lick the corner of his lower lip, a gesture of nervousness Yifan was already familiar of. As the shorter’s lips moved and formed words, Yifan couldn’t help but noticed how pink and kissable Joonmyun’s lips were. It was as if there was a blinking board just right above those plump lips, ‘KISS ME’.
Yifan cleared his throat. “I have, actually, looked for ways to burn calories. But there should be two participants.”
“Yeah?” Joonmyun sounded sincerely curious, Yifan was almost sorry for his naughty thoughts. “Can I help?”
“I’m afraid you would... not like it.” Yifan gave out a reassuring smile, though deep in his heart he wished Joonmyun would push him away to help. Joonmyun was a good person, and he liked to help people. Yifan should be on his list of ‘help-able’ people.
Joonmyun frowned, lips unconsciously turning into a pout. “Tell me first? Is it too difficult? Like bending and splitting?”
“Are you sure you want to know, though? Once you know, there is no turning back.” Yifan leaned closer as he said the words in a low tone.
“Yeah, sure.”
Yifan leaned even closer to Joonmyun’s ear, the other started to blush. “There is this fact I read on the internet the other day,” Yifan said lowly, sending shivers to Joonmyun’s spine. “Kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute. Want to help me workout?”
He certainly didn’t expect a slap coming straight to his left cheek. Damn, it stung.
Joonmyun looked surprised and panicked, his hand used to slap Yifan still hanging awkwardly. “I- I-“ Then he abruptly stood up and made his way out hurriedly. Yifan wanted to cry, but he didn’t know what he was going to cry about. The sting? The embarrassment? The rejection? His fingers softly stroked on his hurting cheek as he forced himself to pay attention to television again.
Soon there were sounds of footsteps entering the living room again, and Joonmyun came into Yifan’s view. His face was flushing red, hand holding out an icepack. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Joonmyun stumbled over his words and all Yifan’s pain was gone.
“Is that for me?” Yifan asked, referring to the icepack. Joonmyun nodded shyly. Sighing, Yifan reached out and took Joonmyun’s wrist. He pulled him closer and made the shorter man sat next to him awkwardly with a leg draping across Yifan’s. He guided Joonmyun’s hand to pat the icepack on his stinging cheek. Joonmyun’s hand was warm, a contrast to the cold icepack. Yifan liked it.
“Did I hurt you badly?” Joonmyun asked softly.
“My cheeks are fine, the fat aren’t there for nothing.” Yifan smiled. He guided Joonmyun’s free hand to his chest, and his face turned serious. “Here is not, though.”
“Oh.” Joonmyun could felt his heartbeat, Yifan realized. “Doestheofferstillstands?”
Yifan blinked, “What was that?” If anyone should know his Korean is no expert level, it was Joonmyun.
“Nothing.” Joonmyun pursed his lips, looking hesitant. “If you don’t get fitter tomorrow, I will ask Jongin to help you train.” Then he leaned up, his lips meeting Yifan’s lips in an awkward way. But Yifan liked it a lot. He tugged on Joonmyun’s neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Kissing Joonmyun was a whole dictionary of positive words.
“I plan to burn a lot of calories,” Yifan said as they took a break to catch their breath. “Really a lot.”
Joonmyun, cheeks pink, freshly kissed lips, and messy hair, smiled and turned Yifan’s world around. “I don’t mind.” He said. So Yifan’s hands made their way to cup the other’s ass, tugging him to sit on his lap. Then they made their ways beneath Joonmyun’s shirt and shorts, one resting to play with his nipple while the other stroked the cheek of his ass. Joonmyun moaned as their kiss became more urgent, fingers gripping tight on Yifan’s t-shirt.
Yifan’s tongue started to make its way to Joonmyun’s neck, nibbling on a spot just below his collarbone. It would make a mark the members will question, but Yifan ignored the thought because he was currently on a diet mission.
“I wonder,” Joonmyun said between Yifan's sloppy kisses below his ears, “how much calories would sex burn?”
Yifan couldn’t help but grinned at the not-so-innocent question, his heart thumping loudly. He is challenged.
“Wanna try?”
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