You're So Cool (And I'm So Freaky) - Kris/Suho
You're So Cool (And I'm So Freaky)
Kris/Suho / PG / ~2200 words
Joonmyun wants to go shopping and Yifan happens to be there with the discount coupons.
Hello I'm still alive! Basically inspired by this, but I failed to recognize the date. It was set around spring, but my fic is set around winter. Consider this a holiday gift, lol. Suho-ho-ho! p.s. I should be writing my History paper.
“I will go with you.”
Joonmyun blinks. He turns around to find Yifan leaning at the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was just discussing to do a little bit of shopping with Baekhyun since the weather is getting even more evil and Joonmyun needs more layer to protect him from the harsh winter. It is not his fault for having such thin skin, like Chanyeol has dubbed for him.
“It’s okay,” Joonmyun waves his hand off. “Baekhyun just agreed he would help me choose good sweaters.”
Yifan squints his eyes and sends a wave of dagger stares to Baekhyun. Baekhyun fakes a cough.
“Well, to think of it, I didn’t exactly agree. I just thought I would be able to help you.” Baekhyun smiles sweetly. The one he uses to get people like him. Joonmyun is immune though, almost.
“Baekhyun,” Joonmyun says in a warning tone.
“What?” Baekhyun grins. His eyes keep sending mischievous glances to Yifan.
Joonmyun sighs. “You were the one who offered me the discount coupons.”
Baekhyun’s lips form a small O-form. He pulls out his wallet and picks a few papers which happen to be coupons for different shops, and shoves it to Yifan’s hand. Yifan raises an eyebrow, but he takes the coupons anyway. Baekhyun looks back to Joonmyun, blinking his eyes innocently. “The coupons are Yifan-hyung’s now.”
Yifan puts a hand in front of his mouth to prevent himself from bursting into a laugh. Joonmyun rolls his eyes.
“Fine,” he snaps. “Yifan, you are going shopping with me.”
He pretends not to see the secret highfive shared behind Yifan and Baekhyun’s back.
♦
Yifan’s legs are so long, Joonmyun notices as he tries to keep up with the taller’s pace. They walk in silence. It almost feels like Joonmyun is walking alone, only the constant brush of Yifan’s arm against his shoulder to remind him of the other’s presence. But it’s comforting, and not even slightest bothering him.
He shoves both of his hands into the pockets of his jeans as the wind blows harder. November is cruel, he thinks. The cold weather should be banned, with the exception of snow. Joonmyun loves snow, it’s the only thing he loves about winter. He has always loved spring better, or summer. As long as he gets warmth.
Joonmyun has to wear a sweatshirt to trap the heat inside his body, or else he would walk out of their apartment with pale skin and blue lips. A cap is worn almost sideway on his head, to keep him in style while taking care of his health. Yifan, on the other hand, seems content with his thin layer of graphic shirt. Joonmyun thinks it’s ridiculous. He would freeze with only a shirt at this rate.
“Coffee?” Yifan asks, still keeping his eyes on the road before them.
“Okay,” says Joonmyun, even though he doesn’t really need coffee. He was only coming out to shop for winter clothes, but coming to a coffee shop with Yifan sounds really tempting. It feels like a date.
The coffee shop they are entering is secluded enough from the crowd. Yifan is smart to think of the possibility of being caught by fans if they visit a more crowded coffee shop. Yifan lets him order a hot latte, and settles with a macchiato for himself. Joonmyun tries not to think of how Yifan’s name is written on his paper cup makes something in his heart flutters.
“So, which shop would you like to visit first?” Yifan asks as he watches Joonmyun dumps his cup into a trashcan. Yifan still has his iced macchiato in his hand, the tip of the straw looks highly abused by his strong teeth.
Joonmyun takes a look around the neighborhood they are visiting. He knows some nice boutiques there. Baekhyun knows even more, but the younger isn’t there to drag along with him. He at least is nice to leave the discount coupons in the possession of Yifan’s.
“Any,” he says, lips barely moving. “I am looking for winter clothes. Should I look for coats or sweaters?” He dares himself to look up, and meets Yifan’s eyes instantly. He feels his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t have the strength to look away. Yifan’s gaze is locking on him.
“Sweaters,” Yifan answers. “You look better in them.”
Joonmyun swears it’s a butterfly fluttering its wings in his chest.
“Okay. Sweaters then.” He tugs on the bill of his cap as he turns around. It is meant to be a distracting gesture, so Yifan wouldn’t concentrate on the pinkish hue of his cheeks. He starts to walk aimlessly, only knowing that he has to walk away from Yifan to stop feeling that stupid flutters in his chest. Pretending to look over the shops’ displays is one of the ways.
Yifan always manages to catch after him, even though Joonmyun tries really hard to get away from the other leader. He tries walking in the opposite direction, and Yifan still could catch him in ten seconds interval. It feels like Yifan is giving him space, but still there to keep him safe. Joonmyun feels like burying his head in the sheep-patterned knitwear he is holding in his fifth shop. He totally doesn’t think that he feels safe with Yifan around him. Nope.
“It looks good on you,” Yifan comments at the sheep knitwear. Joonmyun raises his eyebrows, lips forming a cute pout. “It’s maroon, not exactly because of the sheeps. The color compliments your skin nicely, Joonmyun.” Yifan laughs, and Joonmyun feels really stupid and warm inside and isn’t the wind still blowing outside?
“I’m not buying this,” Joonmyun says, putting back the knitwear in its place.
“Why? Because of the sheep?”
“No, because it’s maroon.” Joonmyun shakes his head, and steps away from Yifan.
Joonmyun thinks Yifan is frowning at his direction, but he brushes it off. He still has more shops to visit, anyway. He doesn’t need that stupid sheep sweater that Yifan only likes because it’s maroon.
When he falls back to the street, however, a group of fans quickly approaches him. Joonmyun fasten his pace, but the fans are quicker to gather around him and follow every beeline he makes. The fans are noisy, they keep talking but Joonmyun isn’t listening. He smiles, but he doesn’t really listen. They seem to like it anyway, the image of an angelic leader. But Joonmyun isn’t exactly an angel, not when he leaves Yifan for being upset over a knitwear.
“Joonmyun,” Yifan calls out, and Joonmyun automatically turns around. The fans are quick to follow his movement, and now they are gushing over how perfect Yifan is with his unstyled hair and Joonmyun feels like closing his ears with his hands. Yes, yes, Yifan is such a male god, yes, I know, just shut up.
He is not being possessive, really.
Joonmyun sends an SOS glare to the taller man, but it apparently fails once more fans join Yifan at his hips. Joonmyun shakes his head. The color of Yifan’s hair screams I am Kris, and it wouldn’t be weird if there are so many fans gathering around him already.
A girl next to him asks him questions, and Joonmyun nods his head politely. He turns around to continue walking, but he completely loses his directions. The questions are now becoming more and more ridiculous, and Joonmyun wants nothing but to get home where privacy is perfectly safe.
He doesn’t realize he is splitting with Yifan until he takes a glance to the back. The tall man is calling someone, Joonmyun assumes it’s their manager. Well, they really need help to get away from the prying fans and if the managers don’t want to do anything about it, screw everything. Joonmyun turns on his heel and walks over to Yifan. The older smiles apologetically at him, and Joonmyun nods. He is scared of the fans around him, and Yifan is the only thing he could hold on to right now. His hands itch to reach out for Yifan’s arm and hold it safely. But it is out of question since the move is too risky.
“Come here,” he gestures with his hand, a nervous smile plastered on his face. Yifan seems to understand, quickly catching up with Joonmyun’s steps to another direction of the neighborhood. They have no idea where they are going to, but anywhere is okay as long as they could go home.
The fans are quick to follow them, one of the girls falling into steps next to Joonmyun and asking him questions. It’s too much, Joonmyun thinks. He lowers his head in attempt to shut himself from the girl.
And then he is being manouvered away.
It takes him a good five seconds to finally register the situation: Yifan has placed his arm around his shoulder and now he is dragging him away from the army of fangirls. Good side: the fangirls are left with too much awe to follow after them. Bad side: the butterfly in Joonmyun’s chest seems to have duplicated and now they are bringing hammers because there is a loud thump-thump-thump alongside of the fluttering.
Joonmyun wonders if being this close to Yifan could make the other hear the loud thumping of his heart.
♦
“So, did you use any of the coupons?”
Baekhyun welcomes them at the hallway, a mischievous glint playing in his eyes. Joonmyun doesn’t like it. It makes his stomach feels uneasy.
“No,” he says.
“Yes,” Yifan says at the same time.
He shoots his head around to look at Yifan, eyes widened in surprise. Yifan’s eyes doesn’t meet him, they are pretending to be busy looking at the untied shoelaces on his Adidas sneakers. “What?”
Yifan shrugs his shoulder off, stepping into the apartment casually. He punches Baekhyun’s shoulder playfully when he walks past the younger, causing him to yelp in pain. Baekhyun frowns, but Yifan ignores him.
“What was that about?” Baekhyun turns around to look at Joonmyun.
“Don’t ask me,” Joonmyun says, finally toeing his shoes off.
“Hyung,” Baekhyun says in a warning tone. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. It makes him looks like a mother figure.
Joonmyun shakes his head. “I really don’t know.” He pushes his way past Baekhyun’s other shoulder to balance Yifan’s doing.
“Hey! I was only helping you two setting a date!”
Joonmyun thinks he hears Baekhyun crying that out. But he must be imagining things.
He slips easily into the room he shares with Jongin and Jongdae. The two are out of the room, most likely to be away playing games or, if the world is coming to an end, practicing diligently. Joonmyun hopes it’s the latter, for the sake of their group’s future.
“Hey.”
Joonmyun turns around to find Yifan peeking his head into the room, his blonde, unstyled hair falls nicely around the frame of his face.
“Hey yourself,” Joonmyun finds himself smiling, despite the tiredness he suffers from having a long day.
Yifan walks into the room, knowing he is granted an access once Joonmyun smiles at him. He stops in front of Joonmyun, standing awkwardly with both hands behind his back. “Look, I wasn’t joking when I said that I used the coupon Baekhyun gave me.”
Joonmyun cocks his head to the side, eyeing him curiously. “Did you buy something?”
Yifan doesn’t answer. Instead he brings up his hands to the front, showing a black paper bag. He hands the bag to Joonmyun, and the shorter takes it with a frown on his face. “Open up,” he says, grinning.
Joonmyun takes out the bundle of fabric inside the bag, curious of what it would be. Afterall, Yifan has been really sneaky with the purchase. Joonmyun certainly didn’t realize that the tall man was bringing a bag all along.
It happens to be the sheep sweater they were arguing about just a few hours ago. And Joonmyun is left gaping at it. Yifan takes his sweet time to laugh at his reaction.
“Why?” Joonmyun asks. His stare at Yifan is accusing.
Yifan doesn’t say anything. Instead, he helps unwrapping the plastic from the sweater and tugging on Joonmyun’s arm to persuade the younger to wear it. Joonmyun doesn’t have any other option, really. And he is not surprised how Yifan happens to know the perfect size for him. They hug a lot.
Once the sweater is settled, Yifan takes a few steps back. He squints his eye, a hand is on his hip while the other is on his chin. If it is his best attempt to look like a professional, Joonmyun has to roll his eyes because it is lame. Then he steps forward again, now standing really close that Joonmyun could hear his every intake of breath.
Yifan puts his hands on Joonmyun’s shoulders, spreading warmth to the spot he is touching. “I told you that it would look good on you.”
Joonmyun doesn’t know what’s changing, but he feels happy instead of upset hearing those words. He manages to break into a grin, and Yifan’s face lights up at that. He looks so gorgeous like that, and Joonmyun thinks that the title of angelic leader should be given to Yifan if he could keep up this face forever.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Yifan whispers, already inching closer. His breath is hot against Joonmyun’s cheek.
Joonmyun nods slightly. He closes his eyes and, instead of waiting, tiptoes so their noses bump into each other halfway. Joonmyun chuckles, wrapping around his arms around Yifan’s neck and angling his head for a better position, and then their lips meet.
Sheep patterns be damned, Kim Joonmyun has his other method to gain warmth from now.
--fin.
Kris/Suho / PG / ~2200 words
Joonmyun wants to go shopping and Yifan happens to be there with the discount coupons.
Hello I'm still alive! Basically inspired by this, but I failed to recognize the date. It was set around spring, but my fic is set around winter. Consider this a holiday gift, lol. Suho-ho-ho! p.s. I should be writing my History paper.
“I will go with you.”
Joonmyun blinks. He turns around to find Yifan leaning at the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was just discussing to do a little bit of shopping with Baekhyun since the weather is getting even more evil and Joonmyun needs more layer to protect him from the harsh winter. It is not his fault for having such thin skin, like Chanyeol has dubbed for him.
“It’s okay,” Joonmyun waves his hand off. “Baekhyun just agreed he would help me choose good sweaters.”
Yifan squints his eyes and sends a wave of dagger stares to Baekhyun. Baekhyun fakes a cough.
“Well, to think of it, I didn’t exactly agree. I just thought I would be able to help you.” Baekhyun smiles sweetly. The one he uses to get people like him. Joonmyun is immune though, almost.
“Baekhyun,” Joonmyun says in a warning tone.
“What?” Baekhyun grins. His eyes keep sending mischievous glances to Yifan.
Joonmyun sighs. “You were the one who offered me the discount coupons.”
Baekhyun’s lips form a small O-form. He pulls out his wallet and picks a few papers which happen to be coupons for different shops, and shoves it to Yifan’s hand. Yifan raises an eyebrow, but he takes the coupons anyway. Baekhyun looks back to Joonmyun, blinking his eyes innocently. “The coupons are Yifan-hyung’s now.”
Yifan puts a hand in front of his mouth to prevent himself from bursting into a laugh. Joonmyun rolls his eyes.
“Fine,” he snaps. “Yifan, you are going shopping with me.”
He pretends not to see the secret highfive shared behind Yifan and Baekhyun’s back.
♦
Yifan’s legs are so long, Joonmyun notices as he tries to keep up with the taller’s pace. They walk in silence. It almost feels like Joonmyun is walking alone, only the constant brush of Yifan’s arm against his shoulder to remind him of the other’s presence. But it’s comforting, and not even slightest bothering him.
He shoves both of his hands into the pockets of his jeans as the wind blows harder. November is cruel, he thinks. The cold weather should be banned, with the exception of snow. Joonmyun loves snow, it’s the only thing he loves about winter. He has always loved spring better, or summer. As long as he gets warmth.
Joonmyun has to wear a sweatshirt to trap the heat inside his body, or else he would walk out of their apartment with pale skin and blue lips. A cap is worn almost sideway on his head, to keep him in style while taking care of his health. Yifan, on the other hand, seems content with his thin layer of graphic shirt. Joonmyun thinks it’s ridiculous. He would freeze with only a shirt at this rate.
“Coffee?” Yifan asks, still keeping his eyes on the road before them.
“Okay,” says Joonmyun, even though he doesn’t really need coffee. He was only coming out to shop for winter clothes, but coming to a coffee shop with Yifan sounds really tempting. It feels like a date.
The coffee shop they are entering is secluded enough from the crowd. Yifan is smart to think of the possibility of being caught by fans if they visit a more crowded coffee shop. Yifan lets him order a hot latte, and settles with a macchiato for himself. Joonmyun tries not to think of how Yifan’s name is written on his paper cup makes something in his heart flutters.
“So, which shop would you like to visit first?” Yifan asks as he watches Joonmyun dumps his cup into a trashcan. Yifan still has his iced macchiato in his hand, the tip of the straw looks highly abused by his strong teeth.
Joonmyun takes a look around the neighborhood they are visiting. He knows some nice boutiques there. Baekhyun knows even more, but the younger isn’t there to drag along with him. He at least is nice to leave the discount coupons in the possession of Yifan’s.
“Any,” he says, lips barely moving. “I am looking for winter clothes. Should I look for coats or sweaters?” He dares himself to look up, and meets Yifan’s eyes instantly. He feels his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t have the strength to look away. Yifan’s gaze is locking on him.
“Sweaters,” Yifan answers. “You look better in them.”
Joonmyun swears it’s a butterfly fluttering its wings in his chest.
“Okay. Sweaters then.” He tugs on the bill of his cap as he turns around. It is meant to be a distracting gesture, so Yifan wouldn’t concentrate on the pinkish hue of his cheeks. He starts to walk aimlessly, only knowing that he has to walk away from Yifan to stop feeling that stupid flutters in his chest. Pretending to look over the shops’ displays is one of the ways.
Yifan always manages to catch after him, even though Joonmyun tries really hard to get away from the other leader. He tries walking in the opposite direction, and Yifan still could catch him in ten seconds interval. It feels like Yifan is giving him space, but still there to keep him safe. Joonmyun feels like burying his head in the sheep-patterned knitwear he is holding in his fifth shop. He totally doesn’t think that he feels safe with Yifan around him. Nope.
“It looks good on you,” Yifan comments at the sheep knitwear. Joonmyun raises his eyebrows, lips forming a cute pout. “It’s maroon, not exactly because of the sheeps. The color compliments your skin nicely, Joonmyun.” Yifan laughs, and Joonmyun feels really stupid and warm inside and isn’t the wind still blowing outside?
“I’m not buying this,” Joonmyun says, putting back the knitwear in its place.
“Why? Because of the sheep?”
“No, because it’s maroon.” Joonmyun shakes his head, and steps away from Yifan.
Joonmyun thinks Yifan is frowning at his direction, but he brushes it off. He still has more shops to visit, anyway. He doesn’t need that stupid sheep sweater that Yifan only likes because it’s maroon.
When he falls back to the street, however, a group of fans quickly approaches him. Joonmyun fasten his pace, but the fans are quicker to gather around him and follow every beeline he makes. The fans are noisy, they keep talking but Joonmyun isn’t listening. He smiles, but he doesn’t really listen. They seem to like it anyway, the image of an angelic leader. But Joonmyun isn’t exactly an angel, not when he leaves Yifan for being upset over a knitwear.
“Joonmyun,” Yifan calls out, and Joonmyun automatically turns around. The fans are quick to follow his movement, and now they are gushing over how perfect Yifan is with his unstyled hair and Joonmyun feels like closing his ears with his hands. Yes, yes, Yifan is such a male god, yes, I know, just shut up.
He is not being possessive, really.
Joonmyun sends an SOS glare to the taller man, but it apparently fails once more fans join Yifan at his hips. Joonmyun shakes his head. The color of Yifan’s hair screams I am Kris, and it wouldn’t be weird if there are so many fans gathering around him already.
A girl next to him asks him questions, and Joonmyun nods his head politely. He turns around to continue walking, but he completely loses his directions. The questions are now becoming more and more ridiculous, and Joonmyun wants nothing but to get home where privacy is perfectly safe.
He doesn’t realize he is splitting with Yifan until he takes a glance to the back. The tall man is calling someone, Joonmyun assumes it’s their manager. Well, they really need help to get away from the prying fans and if the managers don’t want to do anything about it, screw everything. Joonmyun turns on his heel and walks over to Yifan. The older smiles apologetically at him, and Joonmyun nods. He is scared of the fans around him, and Yifan is the only thing he could hold on to right now. His hands itch to reach out for Yifan’s arm and hold it safely. But it is out of question since the move is too risky.
“Come here,” he gestures with his hand, a nervous smile plastered on his face. Yifan seems to understand, quickly catching up with Joonmyun’s steps to another direction of the neighborhood. They have no idea where they are going to, but anywhere is okay as long as they could go home.
The fans are quick to follow them, one of the girls falling into steps next to Joonmyun and asking him questions. It’s too much, Joonmyun thinks. He lowers his head in attempt to shut himself from the girl.
And then he is being manouvered away.
It takes him a good five seconds to finally register the situation: Yifan has placed his arm around his shoulder and now he is dragging him away from the army of fangirls. Good side: the fangirls are left with too much awe to follow after them. Bad side: the butterfly in Joonmyun’s chest seems to have duplicated and now they are bringing hammers because there is a loud thump-thump-thump alongside of the fluttering.
Joonmyun wonders if being this close to Yifan could make the other hear the loud thumping of his heart.
♦
“So, did you use any of the coupons?”
Baekhyun welcomes them at the hallway, a mischievous glint playing in his eyes. Joonmyun doesn’t like it. It makes his stomach feels uneasy.
“No,” he says.
“Yes,” Yifan says at the same time.
He shoots his head around to look at Yifan, eyes widened in surprise. Yifan’s eyes doesn’t meet him, they are pretending to be busy looking at the untied shoelaces on his Adidas sneakers. “What?”
Yifan shrugs his shoulder off, stepping into the apartment casually. He punches Baekhyun’s shoulder playfully when he walks past the younger, causing him to yelp in pain. Baekhyun frowns, but Yifan ignores him.
“What was that about?” Baekhyun turns around to look at Joonmyun.
“Don’t ask me,” Joonmyun says, finally toeing his shoes off.
“Hyung,” Baekhyun says in a warning tone. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. It makes him looks like a mother figure.
Joonmyun shakes his head. “I really don’t know.” He pushes his way past Baekhyun’s other shoulder to balance Yifan’s doing.
“Hey! I was only helping you two setting a date!”
Joonmyun thinks he hears Baekhyun crying that out. But he must be imagining things.
He slips easily into the room he shares with Jongin and Jongdae. The two are out of the room, most likely to be away playing games or, if the world is coming to an end, practicing diligently. Joonmyun hopes it’s the latter, for the sake of their group’s future.
“Hey.”
Joonmyun turns around to find Yifan peeking his head into the room, his blonde, unstyled hair falls nicely around the frame of his face.
“Hey yourself,” Joonmyun finds himself smiling, despite the tiredness he suffers from having a long day.
Yifan walks into the room, knowing he is granted an access once Joonmyun smiles at him. He stops in front of Joonmyun, standing awkwardly with both hands behind his back. “Look, I wasn’t joking when I said that I used the coupon Baekhyun gave me.”
Joonmyun cocks his head to the side, eyeing him curiously. “Did you buy something?”
Yifan doesn’t answer. Instead he brings up his hands to the front, showing a black paper bag. He hands the bag to Joonmyun, and the shorter takes it with a frown on his face. “Open up,” he says, grinning.
Joonmyun takes out the bundle of fabric inside the bag, curious of what it would be. Afterall, Yifan has been really sneaky with the purchase. Joonmyun certainly didn’t realize that the tall man was bringing a bag all along.
It happens to be the sheep sweater they were arguing about just a few hours ago. And Joonmyun is left gaping at it. Yifan takes his sweet time to laugh at his reaction.
“Why?” Joonmyun asks. His stare at Yifan is accusing.
Yifan doesn’t say anything. Instead, he helps unwrapping the plastic from the sweater and tugging on Joonmyun’s arm to persuade the younger to wear it. Joonmyun doesn’t have any other option, really. And he is not surprised how Yifan happens to know the perfect size for him. They hug a lot.
Once the sweater is settled, Yifan takes a few steps back. He squints his eye, a hand is on his hip while the other is on his chin. If it is his best attempt to look like a professional, Joonmyun has to roll his eyes because it is lame. Then he steps forward again, now standing really close that Joonmyun could hear his every intake of breath.
Yifan puts his hands on Joonmyun’s shoulders, spreading warmth to the spot he is touching. “I told you that it would look good on you.”
Joonmyun doesn’t know what’s changing, but he feels happy instead of upset hearing those words. He manages to break into a grin, and Yifan’s face lights up at that. He looks so gorgeous like that, and Joonmyun thinks that the title of angelic leader should be given to Yifan if he could keep up this face forever.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Yifan whispers, already inching closer. His breath is hot against Joonmyun’s cheek.
Joonmyun nods slightly. He closes his eyes and, instead of waiting, tiptoes so their noses bump into each other halfway. Joonmyun chuckles, wrapping around his arms around Yifan’s neck and angling his head for a better position, and then their lips meet.
Sheep patterns be damned, Kim Joonmyun has his other method to gain warmth from now.
--fin.