What Makes it Special is You
Title: What Makes it Special is You
Pairings/Characters: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: It's Kyungsoo's birthday and Chanyeol just wants to make his day special. (Drabble in which nothing happens but ChanSoo are domestic af.)
A/N: Birthday drabble for my favorite chipmunk Jess <3 (I wish you all the best this year, and on your finals too, fighting!)
“Good morning~!”
“Mmph.” Kyungsoo’s nose wiggles from the nest of blankets wrapped around his sleeping face. Chanyeol slips one hand under the comforter, brushing back the covers and a wisp of dark hair from Kyungsoo’s forehead. His sleeping face is really too cute, skin smooth and soft across the dips of his eyelids and the curve of his brow. Not all oily and gross like Chanyeol’s gets when he sleeps.
Kyungsoo could be Sleeping Beauty with his long lashes, plush pink lips primly closed just below his cute, cute nose. Only the hint of stubbly fuzz along his jawline mars the image of Kyungsoo as some fairytale princess. Kyungsoo’s a beauty regardless, Chanyeol thinks, flexing a finger to trace the velvet prickle outlining his boyfriend’s chin. Chanyeol gasps at the punishing grip of Kyungsoo’s fingers suddenly handcuffing his wrist.
“What,” Kyungsoo grunts, his eyelids flashing open to ensnare Chanyeol’s gaze, “are you doing.” His eyes are dark with the remnants of dreams drifting in their depths. Chanyeol watches as they warm to a chocolaty brown and he can almost hear the pure notes of dreams wafting away like wisps of mist. He leans closer, lips parted and ears straining, but Kyungsoo cuts him off with another grunt.
“Did the alarm go off yet?”
“Oh,” Chanyeol breathes out, and it must not smell good because Kyungsoo shoves at his forehead, a feeble swipe from a sleepy kitten paw. “No, but…I was awake so I thought you could wake up now, too?”
Kyungsoo rewards his non-explanation with an indulgent but exasperated smile, his lips twisting up into a perfect ripple, personified sound waves of the sweet melody of his breath.
“And, just a thought,” Chanyeol pauses to smooth a loose eyelash from the slope of Kyungsoo’s nose, sighing as his lids flutter closed, “breakfast in bed?”
“Absolutely not.” Kyungsoo throws off the covers and slides to the edge of the bed, one foot dangling as he stretches with the other to find his terrycloth slippers. “Crumbs in the sheets, just no.”
“Ok,” Chanyeol agrees easily. He wasn’t actually expecting Kyungsoo to let him eat in their room, but at least the suggestion got him out of bed. “Hey wait, just a sec, c’mere.” Chanyeol slips an arm around the slim taper of Kyungsoo’s waist and pulls him into his chest. Kyungsoo squirms for a moment, but lets the slipper half on his foot drop back to the floor as he relaxes into Chanyeol, still lazy and boneless with sleep.
“Mm, you’re warm,” Kyungsoo hums, and the silky rumble of his sleepy voice wraps itself around the edges of Chanyeol’s smile.
“Haaaapy birthday,” Chanyeol sings to a random tune, and presses a kiss to Kyungsoo’s hair.
“I expect a proper kiss,” Kyungsoo drawls, and the rumble of his voice spirals into the depths of Chanyeol’s stomach, blotting up the pangs of hunger. He squeezes Kyungsoo’s shoulders tighter before gently turning him around. Chanyeol’s half tempted to tackle him back into the covers and seal their lips together as he slides down the waistband of-
"After you brush your teeth,” Kyungsoo says, and points to the door.
“Ok,” Chanyeol groans. He drops a kiss to Kyungsoo’s temple before pulling away. Kyungsoo shoves Chanyeol ahead of him into the bathroom and hands him his toothbrush, the red one to match Kyungsoo’s blue one.
“Toothpaste.” He holds out his hand and Chanyeol hands him the tube, uncapping it first, and Kyungsoo squeezes a smooth strip across each of their brushes. He always get just the right amount, not much, not too little.
“Thank you~!” Chanyeol calls above the rush of the sink, and starts scrubbing, counting the seconds to the rhythm of Kyungsoo’s breathing. After exactly two and half minutes in (Kyungsoo seconds) he taps the slim shoulder pressed against his chest and turns the water back on, taking a seat on the edge of the tub to let Kyungsoo rinse first.
“Toast or cereal?” Kyungsoo asks as soon as they make it to the kitchen, a tangle of limbs and falling off slippers.
“Mm, I don’t care, whatever makes you happy!” Chanyeol rests his chin lightly on the crown of Kyungsoo’s head and sways them back and forth to the hum of the open fridge. “Hey, what do you want to do today? I took the whole day off so we can do anything you want!”
“I know,” Kyungsoo says, a smile softening the edges of his clear gaze. He pulls the bread from fridge and motions for Chanyeol to pull out the toaster.
“We can go to the park, go see a movie, restaurant hop, shop for new snapbacks…!”
Kyungsoo nods, carefully placing the jam jar on the counter next to the sink. It’s getting empty, the rosy band of strawberry visible through the glass already well below the label.
“…go bother Jongdae and Baekhyunnie, take a walk at the river, go shopping for-“
“Oh, shopping, that’s what we should do.” Kyungsoo nods with a happy hum and pulls the dust cover off the toaster. He folds the embroidered linen into a neat square and plugs the toaster in. “Let’s go shopping at E-Mart.”
“E-Mart?” Chanyeol drops a butter knife. “But, but-I meant like, the mall. Or the department store, even, but E-Mart?”
“Mmhm!” Two slices of bread drop neatly into the slots of the toaster. Kyungsoo presses down the spring-loaded lever and Chanyeol watches the wavy filaments inside bloom red. “See, we need more jam.” Kyungsoo taps the tin lid of the jar. “And we’re almost out of fabric softener.”
“But it’s your birthday,” Chanyeol whispers, his voice lost in the rush of the sink as Kyungsoo rinses the crumbs from his fingers. Kyungsoo must hear him anyway, because he turns to say,
“Yup! So let’s enjoy shopping together, ok?” He wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s middle, pressing his cheek into the swell of Chanyeol’s chest.
“Ok,” Chanyeol says, and threads his fingers into Kyungsoo’s sleep mussed hair.
“Let’s go right after breakfast!” Kyungsoo lifts his head, pushing onto tiptoe to peck Chanyeol on the cheek.
~~TO BE CONTINUED (maybe next year)~~
Pairings/Characters: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing; written just for fun
Summary: It's Kyungsoo's birthday and Chanyeol just wants to make his day special. (Drabble in which nothing happens but ChanSoo are domestic af.)
A/N: Birthday drabble for my favorite chipmunk Jess <3 (I wish you all the best this year, and on your finals too, fighting!)
“Good morning~!”
“Mmph.” Kyungsoo’s nose wiggles from the nest of blankets wrapped around his sleeping face. Chanyeol slips one hand under the comforter, brushing back the covers and a wisp of dark hair from Kyungsoo’s forehead. His sleeping face is really too cute, skin smooth and soft across the dips of his eyelids and the curve of his brow. Not all oily and gross like Chanyeol’s gets when he sleeps.
Kyungsoo could be Sleeping Beauty with his long lashes, plush pink lips primly closed just below his cute, cute nose. Only the hint of stubbly fuzz along his jawline mars the image of Kyungsoo as some fairytale princess. Kyungsoo’s a beauty regardless, Chanyeol thinks, flexing a finger to trace the velvet prickle outlining his boyfriend’s chin. Chanyeol gasps at the punishing grip of Kyungsoo’s fingers suddenly handcuffing his wrist.
“What,” Kyungsoo grunts, his eyelids flashing open to ensnare Chanyeol’s gaze, “are you doing.” His eyes are dark with the remnants of dreams drifting in their depths. Chanyeol watches as they warm to a chocolaty brown and he can almost hear the pure notes of dreams wafting away like wisps of mist. He leans closer, lips parted and ears straining, but Kyungsoo cuts him off with another grunt.
“Did the alarm go off yet?”
“Oh,” Chanyeol breathes out, and it must not smell good because Kyungsoo shoves at his forehead, a feeble swipe from a sleepy kitten paw. “No, but…I was awake so I thought you could wake up now, too?”
Kyungsoo rewards his non-explanation with an indulgent but exasperated smile, his lips twisting up into a perfect ripple, personified sound waves of the sweet melody of his breath.
“And, just a thought,” Chanyeol pauses to smooth a loose eyelash from the slope of Kyungsoo’s nose, sighing as his lids flutter closed, “breakfast in bed?”
“Absolutely not.” Kyungsoo throws off the covers and slides to the edge of the bed, one foot dangling as he stretches with the other to find his terrycloth slippers. “Crumbs in the sheets, just no.”
“Ok,” Chanyeol agrees easily. He wasn’t actually expecting Kyungsoo to let him eat in their room, but at least the suggestion got him out of bed. “Hey wait, just a sec, c’mere.” Chanyeol slips an arm around the slim taper of Kyungsoo’s waist and pulls him into his chest. Kyungsoo squirms for a moment, but lets the slipper half on his foot drop back to the floor as he relaxes into Chanyeol, still lazy and boneless with sleep.
“Mm, you’re warm,” Kyungsoo hums, and the silky rumble of his sleepy voice wraps itself around the edges of Chanyeol’s smile.
“Haaaapy birthday,” Chanyeol sings to a random tune, and presses a kiss to Kyungsoo’s hair.
“I expect a proper kiss,” Kyungsoo drawls, and the rumble of his voice spirals into the depths of Chanyeol’s stomach, blotting up the pangs of hunger. He squeezes Kyungsoo’s shoulders tighter before gently turning him around. Chanyeol’s half tempted to tackle him back into the covers and seal their lips together as he slides down the waistband of-
"After you brush your teeth,” Kyungsoo says, and points to the door.
“Ok,” Chanyeol groans. He drops a kiss to Kyungsoo’s temple before pulling away. Kyungsoo shoves Chanyeol ahead of him into the bathroom and hands him his toothbrush, the red one to match Kyungsoo’s blue one.
“Toothpaste.” He holds out his hand and Chanyeol hands him the tube, uncapping it first, and Kyungsoo squeezes a smooth strip across each of their brushes. He always get just the right amount, not much, not too little.
“Thank you~!” Chanyeol calls above the rush of the sink, and starts scrubbing, counting the seconds to the rhythm of Kyungsoo’s breathing. After exactly two and half minutes in (Kyungsoo seconds) he taps the slim shoulder pressed against his chest and turns the water back on, taking a seat on the edge of the tub to let Kyungsoo rinse first.
“Toast or cereal?” Kyungsoo asks as soon as they make it to the kitchen, a tangle of limbs and falling off slippers.
“Mm, I don’t care, whatever makes you happy!” Chanyeol rests his chin lightly on the crown of Kyungsoo’s head and sways them back and forth to the hum of the open fridge. “Hey, what do you want to do today? I took the whole day off so we can do anything you want!”
“I know,” Kyungsoo says, a smile softening the edges of his clear gaze. He pulls the bread from fridge and motions for Chanyeol to pull out the toaster.
“We can go to the park, go see a movie, restaurant hop, shop for new snapbacks…!”
Kyungsoo nods, carefully placing the jam jar on the counter next to the sink. It’s getting empty, the rosy band of strawberry visible through the glass already well below the label.
“…go bother Jongdae and Baekhyunnie, take a walk at the river, go shopping for-“
“Oh, shopping, that’s what we should do.” Kyungsoo nods with a happy hum and pulls the dust cover off the toaster. He folds the embroidered linen into a neat square and plugs the toaster in. “Let’s go shopping at E-Mart.”
“E-Mart?” Chanyeol drops a butter knife. “But, but-I meant like, the mall. Or the department store, even, but E-Mart?”
“Mmhm!” Two slices of bread drop neatly into the slots of the toaster. Kyungsoo presses down the spring-loaded lever and Chanyeol watches the wavy filaments inside bloom red. “See, we need more jam.” Kyungsoo taps the tin lid of the jar. “And we’re almost out of fabric softener.”
“But it’s your birthday,” Chanyeol whispers, his voice lost in the rush of the sink as Kyungsoo rinses the crumbs from his fingers. Kyungsoo must hear him anyway, because he turns to say,
“Yup! So let’s enjoy shopping together, ok?” He wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s middle, pressing his cheek into the swell of Chanyeol’s chest.
“Ok,” Chanyeol says, and threads his fingers into Kyungsoo’s sleep mussed hair.
“Let’s go right after breakfast!” Kyungsoo lifts his head, pushing onto tiptoe to peck Chanyeol on the cheek.
~~TO BE CONTINUED (maybe next year)~~