of Seaweed Soup and Stolen Kisses
KrisYeol | oneshot (2,135 wc) | fluff, romance | PG-13 | November the 6th three years ago was the worst day Yifan has ever experienced in his life; the day after it, though, was kind of not.
A/N: un-beta'd unedited whatsoever because I have two homeworks due tomorrow and I just have to post this standalone. Written for my second daddy Wu Yifan: happy birthday daddy, and please mind your age. The plushie collection isn't really macho to your image, really.
The morning shine of the sun peeks through the curtain and spots softly on Yifan’s face, making the said guy opens his eyes slowly. He blinks once, twice, before getting up from his bed and looking at the digital clock on the wall in his shared room with Jongdae. He grins at the clock, [8:18AM 12.11.06], and skips to the door but stealthily heading to the front door. He doesn’t know why he woke up so early today but he feels hungry already; despite of being the mother in the group, Yixing won’t be waking up until 9 in the morning on their off days.
So he heads to the counterpart group’s dorms, still in sweatpants and a hoodie. At least he can count on Kyungsoo for breakfast, but the other members might be still sleeping as well. If anyone knows that the Wu Yifan, who sleeps 10 hours per day and even more, wakes up the earliest this morning, they will consider the Mayan prediction is true and the world will really end in 2012.
He fumbles into his jacket pocket to fish out a series of keys, slipping one in to the doorknob and punches the password before getting in. He smiles when he smells something good from the kitchen. He quickly slips off his slippers and sneaks further into the house, only to meet the back of someone in the kitchen; clearly the other person is concentrating in doing something on the kitchen counter.
Without his conscience, his lips form a smile upon seeing the scenery. He can’t help but reminiscing the first birthday he spent with the one cooking, far 3 years ago.
[8:18 AM 09.11.06]
“Happy birthday, bro.”
Yifan used to be not appreciate anyone to disturb his beauty sleep but he let it pass this time because it was Yixing, his roommate and his only friend who spoke the same language as his, who jumped onto his bed until he could feel his body bounce -his body itself wasn’t that light, for your information- just for the sake of wishing him a happy birthday. He opened his eyes lazily and unconsciously smiled when a pale-from-sleep face appeared into his peripheral vision.
“Thank you, bro,” Yifan ruffled Yixing’s hair because he knew that the other guy didn’t like it when people touched his head; but his friend only pursed his lips and didn’t do anything. “Wow, you are okay when I touch your hair.”
Yixing looked away. “Well, that’s your birthday present.” And he flew away when Yifan ran after him while shouting ‘not fair!’.
The morning was definitely peaceful for Yifan.
[10:27AM 09.11.06]
Yifan knew it is a sort of Korean culture to treat someone the best in their birthday, but he didn’t expect to be hurdled by a bunch of people the second he stepped into his dance class. After the mountain of human got off of him, he could see a cake with lit candles on the trainer’s table. His trainee friends asked him to make a wish, and so he did -his friends asked what his wish was but of course he didn’t answer, what’s the point of making one then?- before blowing the candles. Everybody clapped and cheered until Yixing decided to dunk Yifan’s face right onto the cake. Yifan shouted and Yixing and everybody laughed in glee, and soon the dance class #2 became a cake-war area; that was until the dance trainer got in to the class and saw the mess, cleared his throat really loud, and ordered ones whose faces covered with icings to wash their faces while the rest of them cleaned up the room.
Yifan got out of the class to the wash room with his friends, still laughing and making jokes. He had fun, sure, but he couldn’t deny the slight pang in his chest. He walked pass dance class #3, which was still dark inside since the class only started at 7PM, and only sighed.
Because Park Chanyeol was one of the student in dance class #3, and he was still at school.
[08:29PM 09.11.06]
“Come on, Yifan, the class won’t end in another 2 hours anyway,” Yixing pulled jacket sleeve of his helpless friend, who was standing still in front of the door of dance class #3. Yifan bit his lower lip, wishing that he could meet a certain tall boy at least before the day ended.
No one but Yixing knew that he had a sort of crush over Chanyeol, who he had met first time a little less than a year ago. He still remembered when a series of white teeth greeted his vision, and those teeth had a hand which offered a handshake. He took it almost mechanically -he didn’t know that teeth could be that blinding- before the person who owned the teeth and the hand said, “Hello, my name is Park Chanyeol!”
If his teeth were just as shining as a sun, then his voice was as chilling as a moon. His cute face and child-like facial expression were total reverse of his deep, husky voice. No, Yifan didn’t shiver because of it; he was just slightly taken aback. Since then, Chanyeol’s existence allured something inside him. He became very close with the other guy, almost like best friends, but he wanted more.
And it was his birthday today; he wanted nothing but a word of congratulatory from Park Chanyeol.
He glanced at his watch once again, and decided to give in to Yixing’s plea. He hoped Chanyeol would send him a message later.
[11:58PM 09.11.06]
“Still no message from him?”
Yifan shook his head solemnly, not bothering to turn around and face his friend who was just asking with pure concern. He hugged his phone closer to his face, almost kissed it, hoping that it would vibrate anytime soon.
[12:01AM 09.11.07]
Yifan’s eyes finally gave up and he immediately drifted into slumber with disappointment and sadness.
His lips didn’t feel any vibrate from the device, still.
[07:47AM 09.11.07]
Yifan decided that sulking all day couldn’t be considered healthy at all cost; he just turned 20, mind him, and there was no way he let any wrinkle to form on his maintained face skin. So, to begin his new life, he took his running shoes and headed to the front door to take a morning jog. It was Saturday anyway, and he had no class in SM that day. He could use it to clear his head and heart, or so he thought.
But soon after he opened the door, he found someone crouching in front of his apartment, head ducked in between legs that were wrapped by thin arms. After that person heard that Yifan’s door was being opened, his head immediately shot up and his eyes met Yifan’s.
“Chanyeol?” called Yifan, his tone was pure of confusion. Chanyeol stood up and grabbed a small bag beside him, but head still hung low. “What are you doing here?”
Yifan could see up close Chanyeol’s quivering lips. “I-I-I’m sorry hyung!” Chanyeol said, almost shouted to Yifan’s face, as he shoved the small bag to Yifan’s stomach. “This is what I can give you right now!”
Yifan tried so hard to hold his amused smile. He took the bag; it was warm and smelled good. “What is it for, Chanyeol-ah?”
“Happy-” Chanyeol halted his sentence and hung his head once again. “Happy belated birthday, Yifan hyung.”
Yifan saw Chanyeol’s hands trembled; he didn’t know if it was because of the chilling autumn weather or unbearable embarrassment. He decided to pretend that the ‘belated’ word didn’t exist. “Come on in, Chanyeol-ah. I don’t want both of us to get a cold later.”
[07:57AM 09.11.07]
“What is it, by the way?” asked Yifan while settling two mugs of hot chocolate on the table in the living area. Chanyeol thanked him, blowing the hot beverage softly to cool it down.
“You open it, it’s your present anyw- no! Let me open it for you!” Chanyeol suddenly panicked and Yifan didn’t understand. The younger guy opened the bag, which was actually a thermostat bag, and pulled out a Lock n’ Lock bowl.
“…seaweed soup?”
“I’m sorry!” Chanyeol squeaked. “I woke up this morning to take a pee, walked pass my calendar and realized that I missed your birthday. I swear hyung, I’ve marked your birthday with red marker! I didn’t know what to do, it was still early morning anyway, so I ran to the kitchen but found nothing other than a bag of kim and basic seasonings. So I decided to make this… soup.”
Yifan listened to the other guy’s ramblings, keeping the amused feeling to himself. He actually felt touched to the fact that Chanyeol marked his birthday on the calendar and made effort to give him something, but he still wanted to tease him more.
“B-but it tastes good!” Chanyeol said, two octaves higher, when Yifan didn’t say anything. “I can guarantee it! I made it for my noona once and she said it was good, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!”
Yifan smiled, still didn’t say anything, and took a sip of the soup. That was true; it tasted really good.
“How is it?” asked Chanyeol, still worried because Yifan didn’t say a word. When Yifan held out two thumbs, he exhaled in relief and relaxed himself.
“But I’m still feeling bitter, though,” Yifan muttered. He could almost feel that Chanyeol’s form tensed again, and he still felt amused with it.
“I-I-I will do anything, hyung!” Chanyeol stammered for the nth time; something Yifan took note of as a habit when the other guy was panicked or nervous. “Tell me what you want, you are my top priority for today!”
“Then close your eyes.”
Yifan laughed silently when Chanyeol did as he wished and squeezed his eyes close. It seemed like Chanyeol expected Yifan to slap him, flick his forehead or anything painful. Yifan shook his head in amusement; he wouldn’t think of giving harm to the other guy, ever.
But he didn’t expect, either, that his head would unconsciously lean over and press his lips to Chanyeol’s.
It was 3 seconds of bliss, if Yifan could be honest, until Chanyeol pushed him away roughly with face full of horror. He scooted farther from Yifan, stood up and ran away, leaving the owner of the apartment still frozen at his spot.
[08:15AM 09.11.07]
“I thought I heard Chanyeol’s voice earlier.”
“Shut up.”
Yifan could hear a chuckle from behind his fetus form. Yes, he was currently sulking on his bed.
“…xing.”
“Yes?”
“Is it wrong if I ask for a kiss as my birthday present?”
“From Chanyeol?”
“…yeah.”
“You are an idiot. The biggest, most humongous idiot ever exists.”
“Thank you, you are really helping.”
[09:38PM 09.11.08]
It was only Yifan’s luck that he got the same rap class with Chanyeol just a day after that incident happened. The other guy had avoided him smoothly in the class, which was not surprising to Yifan’s side. But he was utterly surprised, though, when he found Chanyeol standing alone, in the company’s shower room, when he just finished getting dressed after taking a bath.
“Hyung,” Chanyeol called him softly, almost whispering. “Why did you kiss me?”
It didn’t sound like a question to Yifan’s ears; it was more like a demand. He froze on his spot as Chanyeol approached him.
“Why did you kiss me?” Chanyeol asked again when he was just a meter away from Yifan.
“B-b-because,” good Yifan, now you’re stammering, he kicked himself in his mind. “Because I like you?”
Yifan released his breath he didn’t realize he was holding when Chanyeol leaped over and hugged his neck. “Then what would you say,” Chanyeol asked once again; their noses almost touched each other. “If I say that it was my first kiss and I like you too?”
“Can I kiss you once again?”
Yifan’s thought is interrupted by the sound of a plate clanking on the floor; in the kitchen is Chanyeol looking at him in horror.
“Hyung, you scared the shit out of me!” Chanyeol curses and squats down to take to plastic plate, to which Yifan walks closer to help. He immediately changes his scowl to a smile when he cups Yifan’s face and kisses Yifan’s lips softly. “Happy birthday, Yifan hyung.”
“Thank you, Chanyeol-ah,” Yifan nuzzles their noses together and chuckles when Chanyeol scrunches his. “What are you making?”
Chanyeol looks back to the kitchen counter. “Uhmm,” Chanyeol pauses. “Egg roll, chicken katsu, and… seaweed soup?”
[8:38AM 12.11.06]
“How is it, hyung?” asks Chanyeol, head resting on his hands as he watches his lover digs into the food he made.
“The best.”
fin.
Yes, guys. This is one of my fics I've promised this month. I'll work even harder to finish the others, especially 'Love Me Twice' since I can sense EXO's comeback is drawing near. /cries
ANDDDDDDD I finally fell for PHANTOM :D blame them for coming to my city a few days ago. Hence, their 미역국 inspired me to make this one. You should listen to the song, guys, it's so sweet it makes me diabetic already.
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