Soundless lullaby
When you’re someone’s very special love interest, you tend to have your every little quirk and behavior recorded, remembered and taken advantage of by your significant other. This was a sure sign of having a good mutual relationship, that one may know everything about the other person, have his every detail memorized and to know just how his mind worked and how to get around with how he thinks.
With Yifan and Chanyeol though, that was not the case. Never the case actually.
People would think that it was Yifan who was hard to figure out, the one with the box full of mystery and baffling yet beautiful mind. Oh how wrong they were. In this little relationship, Chanyeol was the one who constantly leaves Kris in a state of confusion (because ‘Dammit, how does this kid think?’ he shouts in his head 24/7). Despite all of this, their relationship remained as smooth as ever, and in fact, they had just recently settled in a small apartment together. One with two separate rooms. Emphasizing separate, because Chanyeol logic dictates and surpasses everything, even the Chinese man’s common sense.
The older of the two watches in amusement as the younger (‘and shorter’ Yifan adds, to which Chanyeol always interjects with a ‘Only by a few inches! You ogre!’) runs around the room, draining himself from the extra energy he had so graciously stored from a long day’s nap. It was a secret that only Kris knew, that the reason why this giant man-child was always so happy and hyper was that he always got enough (maybe even excessive) amount of sleep.
“Yifan hyuuuuuuuuuuuuung!~ OH. MY. GOSH.” Chanyeol pipes up as he plops down on the floor, directly in front of the tv with his forehead pressed against the screen. “Do you see it? Do you see it? Oh my gosh.. that pillow is so fluffy! I want i---“
“I just bought you a pillow last week. What happened to that one?” He interrupts before Chanyeol could make the demand, though he was probably doing this in vain, knowing that he’d give in later on. Yifan wishes he could last more than 5 minutes under those adorable sparkling eyes this time.
“Well… uhh…” He squirms in his spot, fidgeting and not knowing what to say at first but he was quick to think and he eventually figures out an excuse, which surprises Yifan at most times because Chanyeol was one of those people who looked and exuded the aura of a very, very, veeeeeerrry slow person. “I washed it… and it shrunk. Like.. it’s … really, really tiny now.”
Yifan honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. How does one shrink a pillow? It may or may not be possible and he has yet to see if such a thing does happen or it may be just part of the younger one’s impaired reasoning, though in any case, the boy was innocent until proven guilty… and so he believes him like he always does.
It wasn’t until the following week that the incessant nagging at the back of his head, which in Yifan’s perception sounded a lot like their friend Byun Baekhyun who lives just beside their apartment, got a lot worse.
What in the world did Chanyeol do with a crapload of pillows?
Where did the other ones go?
Is he hiding something from me?
Is there some secret he’s trying to keep?
…
Is he building an impenetrable pillow fort in preparation for a martian attack?
Yifan stops in his tracks, he had finally stopped pacing back and forth in the living room when he had realized what he was thinking. Who wouldn’t after thinking what he just thought? That last idea sounded a lot like Chanyeol and he groans because Chanyeol’s crazy is rubbing off on him. He turns around briefly and was met by a classically disturbing grin.
“GODDAMMIT, PARK CHANYEOL. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU TO STOP CREEPING AROUND.” He remembers the time when Luhan, the landlord’s son, almost gave his boyfriend a restraining order once and constantly reminds him not to grin so much… or to creep around in general.
“I’M SO SORREEEEH. YOU WERE THINKING OUT LOUD AGAIN AND I COULDN’T HELP IT.”
“WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?!”
“I DON’T KNOW BUT IT’S FUN!” Chanyeol beams and Yifan thinks that he might be the only one to think that Park Chanyeol was indeed endearing in every way. He sets his fanboying untimely admiration for Chanyeol at the moment and sets his hands on his shoulders, leaning closer to look him in the eye so he’d know it was serious business.
“Chanyeol, open your eyes, I’m not gonna kiss you….”
“Oh.” He coughs and straightens himself, internally cursing his misinterpretation of the situation.
Yifan just smiles at how adorable the other could be and he just knows that the statement he previously uttered was missing ‘yet’ in there and so, he mentally adds that. He looks at him, a gentle but serious expression clouding over his face as Chanyeol looks back at him.
“So… it’s about the pillows huh?” The younger starts and Yifan nods in affirmation. Yifan’s chest starts to pound because right now Park Chanyeol was being serious. Park freaking Chanyeol. Serious. An obvious clash of words in a sentence. He swears never to use Chanyeol and Serious in the same sentence again. However, he snaps out of his reverie when Chanyeol just puffs his cheeks out and speaks once more. “I’ll… just leave my door open tonight, you’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Suffice to say, that sentence had Yifan’s mind directly thrown into the gutter.
Later that night, at precisely 9:35 PM, the time when Chanyeol usually passes out from exhaustion, he creeps towards his lover’s room, wearing nothing but his black sweatpants and a musky, manly scent courtesy of Gap. Yifan genuinely feels elated right now because Chanyeol has practically given him the permission to jump his bones. A small smile was etched on his face as the doorknob turns with ease but he stops midway, remembering the reason for his not-so surprise visit to Chanyeol’s room.
It was quite weird actually. To think that they have been together for more than a few months and when they finally get together, they had taken up separate rooms. What was wrong with them? Apart from the fact that he had bought so many pillows and the other had different reasons for what happened to each, he had never been allowed inside Chanyeol’s room. This sparked up yet another mystery.
He makes his way inside and to his shock, sees not just one big lump on the bed but two. His mouth gapes and he squints, trying hard if his vision was messing with him, it was dark after all. Yifan tiptoes closer to get a good look as he turns on the lamp on the nightstand into a dim setting in order for him not to wake his beloved up and upon observation, there were not just two lumps there on the bed.
They were numerous.
Once he knew what it was, Yifan found all of his suspicions absolutely hilarious, though he admits he would have never expected something like this. A massive pile of pillows were on the bed, different shapes, sizes and colors and underneath the soft mountain lay a sleeping Chanyeol, locks of his now brown hair messily covering his face. Yifan smiles and shakes the other gently, waking him up in the nicest way possible because it was the first time since the start of their relationship that he had seen Chanyeol in this state.
The younger rises from his slumber and sits up, not bothering to open his eyes as he sways slightly to the side, obviously still drunk from his sleep.
“You kept all the pillows.” Yifan says softly. “I thought you threw them all.”
“Mhm~” Chanyeol hums lightly, reaching out blindly for a pillow and hugging it close to his chest.
“Is this why you didn’t want to share a room with me?” he chuckles softly and puts a hand on the other’s head. “Your impenetrable, martian proof pillow fort?” Yifan earns another hum and a cute little yawn.
“I have weird sleeping habits okay. It’s embarrassing. I didn’t want you to know. You’d think I’m weird or something. I mean… who sleeps under a big pile of pillows like this.“ Chanyeol throws his hands up in the air weakly and opens his eyes, blinking sleepily at his boyfriend.
Another smile creeps up on Yifan’s handsome face and he pushes the brown-haired male down the bed again gently so he can resume his sleep. He turns off the lamp and sidles up to the smaller body and pulls him closer to his chest. Chanyeol kind of likes the feeling, to have someone bigger wrap him in a tight embrace, and the warmth, oh the comfortable warmth. He could get used to this. Yifan may just be added into his list of things he needs to fall asleep now. Perhaps another weird sleeping habit would develop out of this.
They have finally established an unspoken agreement with each other about sleeping with each other (in both contexts for Yifan’s case but that’s only his opinion).
“Chanyeol?”
“Hmm?”
“Where are your pants?”
“I like sleeping in my briefs.”
Hearing this, Yifan’s ears perked up slightly. Oh how he’d love to see those smooth creamy thighs every night. The idea of Chanyeol’s exposed lower half had brought pleasant fantasies in his mind.
“Hyung?” Chanyeol shuffles a little and snuggles in the other’s embrace.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you topless?” he silences for a moment. “I know that’s not how you usually sleep…”
“Well.. I..”
“Were you expecting sex?”
Yifan keeps quiet and kisses his temple, a ghost of that same creepy grin that Chanyeol had always sported appearing in his face as he lets the question be unanswered and they both retire to sleep. Precious, precious sleep.
SOON.
He mentally adds.