If There's Ice Cream You Know It's Love
Title: If There's Ice Cream You Know It's Love
Pairing: KrisBaekYeol, squishy OT3
Rating: PG-13?
Warning: um...pda?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, written just for fun.
Summary: Baekhyun drags Chanyeol and Kris out for ice cream. They may or may not get distracted along the way.
A/N: Happy birthday to baekmebacon !!! who requested "fluff and cuddles and sweet kisses". I don't know if that's what this is but I tried ;;
“Wait, where are we going?” Chanyeol claws at Kris’ arm, stumbling forward blindly when Baekhyun jams a snapback over his eyes and half his face.
“To get ice cream.” Baekhyun dangles his keys in front of Chanyeol’s nose, which is sticking out from the gap above the adjustable velcro band on the back of the cap. He makes sure the keys jingle against each other since Chanyeol can’t currently see. “Obviously. Didn’t you read the group text messages from this morning.”
“But if we want ice cream now we’ll have to walk there.” Kris sniffs, unconvinced, as he rubs the rim of his tea mug with his thumb. “The buses stopped running an hour ago.”
“The only reason we’d need to take a bus is if we were going downtown to get gelato, but we’re not.” Baekhun swings the key ring around his index finger like the blades of a helicopter. “Ice cream is obviously better.”
“Says who,” Kris protests with a glare, but he’s already shuffling to the kitchen to abandon his mug at the sink and grab his coat from the chair. “Give me one good reason.”
“I gave you five reasons, all in the chat messages this morning. Apparently you didn’t bother to read those, either.” Baekhyun uses his best scolding voice but he’s totally grinning, bouncing on his heels because he’s winning. Obviously. He always wins when it comes to ice cream, but then again everyone wins when it comes to ice cream. Because ice cream, obviously.
“Let’s go, hyung.” Chanyeol clamps a large hand over Kris’ shoulder when he doubles back through the living room, latching onto him like an overgrown koala. He nudges his hat into place by rubbing his forehead against Kris’ back like a bear scratching an itch on some tree bark. “Baek won’t be able to fall asleep until he relieves his craving. So we might as well accompany him and enjoy the ride!”
“What ride,” Kris mutters as he lets Chanyeol steer him towards the front door. “I thought you said we’re walking.” Baekhyun just laughs and hands him the keys.
Kris locks the door behind them and Baekhyun takes advantage of the distraction to slip his hand into Kris' coat pocket, curling his fingers around the pack of kleenex he always keeps there. It's still cold enough at the beginning of March that they should probably bring gloves, but the promise of spring hangs on the fresh mist of fallen rain in the night air. Besides, Chanyeol's and Kris' large hands wrapped around his are much more cozy and effective than mittens or hot packs in Baekhyun's opinion.
Kris pockets the house key at the foot of the stairs and slips his hand into his down coat to join Baekhyun's. He wraps his fingers around Baekhyun's in a secure grip, just firm enough to feel safe and comforting but careful not to crush them. Kris is always considerate like that, aware of his stature and mindful not to hurt Baekhyun (except sometimes when Baekhyun kisses the inhibitions right out of Kris when he's in the mood for something rough and Chanyeol is too lazy to indulge him).
"Where are we going again?" Chanyeol asks as they head down the stairs, boots and trainers echoing on the steel steps.
"Did you forget already?" Kris' incredulous huff is half laughter. He reaches across Baekhyun's head to knock the brim of Chanyeol's cap again.
"No!" Chanyeol protests. He yanks his hat back on straight and laces his fingers with Baekhyun's right hand when he's done. "I just meant, are we going all the way to Baskin Robbin's or just to like, the convenience store."
"Well it was my idea," Baekhyun announces before Kris can answer. "So I should pick."
"Where do you wanna go?" Kris halts their hand-in-hand procession at the end of the block to wait for the light. He uses the pause to rearrange the folds of Baekhyun's muffler stuffed into the top of his jacket to nestle in a comfortable fit under his chin.
"Thanks," Baekhyun tells Kris, "and I dunno, I didn't finish thinking about it yet."
Chanyeol snorts loudly, whacking Baekhyun’s shoulder with his fist. Kris just rolls his eyes and turns to face the crosswalk again. "It's only one more block to the 7-Eleven, so decide soon."
"Aw! Don't worry, Big Guy." Baekhyun can't contain his muffled cackles as he reaches up to pat Kris on the head, the loose top of his barely-pulled-on beanie poofing against the crown of Kris' head under his palm. "I'll decide before next Thursday."
Kris rolls his eyes again, this time emphasizing the movement with a twist of his shoulders. He doesn't protest though because they're all three remembering last Thursday evening when they stood on the freezing cold, wind whipped sidewalk downtown for half an hour while Kris decided between a spaghetti restaurant and a place that sold fusion noodle dishes.
"Or, maybe I'll just take my time," Baekhyun sing-songs as the light changes and Chanyeol tugs them forward to cross the street. "Hm, I don't really know!"
"Jerk." Chanyeol’s voice is warm with affection. He and Kris squish Baekhyun between them, Kris resting his elbow on top of Baekhyun’s snapback. Baekhyun elbows Kris with a sharp jab to the ribs and almost trips over the curb. "Hey, careful there, kiddo!" Chanyeol catches him in a hug, long arms wrapped loosely around Baekhyun's middle before he can fall. His laugh echoes deep in his throat and into the empty night air.
There's hardly anyone on the street at this hour, the neighborhood drugstores and real estate agencies they pass already locked up for the night. The streetlamps reflect on the darkened glass of the storefronts, the yellow glow hazy in the mist that promises rainfall before morning. Baekhyun likes these kind of walks the best. He can sing as loud as he wants if he feels like it and even Kris doesn't try to censor the volume of his own deep laugh, or his shrieks of terror when Chanyeol decides to tickle him pressed up against the lamppost.
"Hey, hey! Stop, hey!" Kris pants, his arms pulled into his chest. He claws at Chanyeol’s shoulder before folding his arms in defense across the zipper pulls of his heavy coat.
"Why should we?" Chanyeol cackles, leaning in to steal a hard kiss from Kris' lips even as Baekhyun is digging his fingers in between Kris’ ribs.
"Becau--! Hey! It's almost 10:00!"
"Oh, good point," Baekhyun says, removing his fingers from under Kris' chin to pull Chanyeol back by the hood of his sweatshirt. "Baskin Robbins closes at 10:00!" He hauls Kris in by the belt loops, smirking at Kris' yelp when their hips collide. "But I think we have time for one quick...little..."
Kris moans when Baekhyun slips his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, one hand leaving Kris' waist to cup his jaw and pull his head down for closer access.
"Hey," Chanyeol growls in Baekhyun's ear. His large hands are gentle on Baekhyun’s shoulder but pry him away from Kris' just enough to make a space for himself. "But I want some too!"
Kris nips at Baekhyun's bottom lip before turning to indulge Chanyeol, yanking him into his chest by the strings of his hoodie to capture his lips in an openmouthed kiss. Baekhyun doesn't feel ignored at all, sandwiched between their hips and his waist encircled by one of Chanyeol's arms. He leans his head into the curve of Kris' shoulder to breathe in his familiar scent of worn leather and cinnamon toothpaste, slouching against Chanyeol to give his boyfriends space to continue making out.
"No but seriously," Chanyeol pants, pulling back after a long moment. "They're about to close, and I really want shooting star with green tea flavor."
"Ok, ok!" Kris chuckles. He swipes at the swollen curve of Chanyeol's lip with his pinky finger, smoothing away the dampness before wiping it on Baekhyun's jeans.
"Hey!" Baekhyun yells in protest, but Kris just shuts him up with another kiss, already propelling him towards the next crosswalk with a palm flattened across the small of Baekhyun's back.
"Is Baskin Robbins ok with you then, Baek?" Chanyeol slides his hand into Baekhyun's back pocket, his fingers squeezing lightly against the swell of his ass through the tight denim.
"Mmhm!" Baekhyun hums. He wriggles his butt at the sudden invasion of cold fingers but he doesn't really mind, especially not when Kris' palm slides lower to pat Chanyeol's hand against Baekhyun's ass through the outside layer of his pocket. "Let's go for hand dipped now! I can always get a waffle cone at CU for breakfast tomorrow."
"Breakfast?" Chanyeol scoffs, his deep voice sliding into a mellow laugh. "Since when do you wake up before noon on Saturday!"
"I always used to until I had a clingy giant to cuddle me in bed!" Baekhyun pokes Kris in the chest accusingly, but Kris just gives them a slow grin, his frost kissed cheeks reddening into a deeper blush. It is true that all three of them have been waking up later and later on the weekends since they moved in together, though only part of that has to do with cuddling in the mornings and a lot more to do with going to bed really late because they're preoccupied with...other...cuddling. Yes.
Chanyeol pulls them the last three blocks to Baskin Robbins, ignoring Baekhyun's whining about how long his legs are and how fast they go. Kris pushes open the glass door to hold it open for the shorter two. He shoos them inside with a wave so he can shut the door against the stiff breeze.
"Yesss! We made it on time!" Baekhyun rubs his hands together and maneuvers around Chanyeol's frame where he's stopped in the middle of the walkway. He can't wait to press his nose up against the glass and ogle the rainbow of creamy delicious flavors in the freezer cases. The choosing process is just as important as the eating process, even if he lets Chanyeol and Kris pick the scoops every time.
"Not exactly," Kris frowns, holding up his phone. The blue numbers above his lock screen of swimming tropical fish say 10:06.
"But they're still open for business!" Chanyeol points to the counter where a sleepy looking guy in a white apron and paper hat is scooping chocolate ice cream into a paper container. He pauses to muffle a yawn against the curve of his shoulder every so often. "And the door was open, so. Come on! Hurry up and let's choose so that poor kid can go home."
"Kid?" Baekhyun giggles against Chanyeol's shoulder as he stumbles after him to the counter. "Yeol, he looks our age."
"But he's cute!" Chanyeol whispers loud enough that the woman buying the chocolate ice cream turns her head to blink at them through her glasses.
"What did you say we're ordering?" Kris calls. He's already at the far end of the freezer case, one elbow leaning on the counter. "Green tea and what else?" Another employee who looks as sullen as the first dude looks sleepy is waiting behind the glass in front of Kris, an ice cream scoop and a large pink carton in either hand.
"Shooting star!" Chanyeol almost knocks Baekhyun over when he bounces across the rough utility rug to collect Kris by the arm. "They still have it, right? Ooh! And blueberry cheesecake! We should get that one too!"
"Do those even taste good together?" Baekhyun elbows his way under the chain of Kris and Chanyeol's arms to get to the window. He sighs in delight at the cool press of glass against his skin and the beautiful scenery of the pastel rainbow of deliciousness spread before him like crop circles in a foreign galaxy where they're technologically developed enough to farm dairy products.
"That one! And that one! Oooh, and definitely we have to have that one!" Chanyeol points out the flavors to the sullen blonde dude, ignoring Baekhyun's concerns except for a pat on the head.
"Go pay over there.” The employee points to the cash register as he rinses his scoop in a basin of cloudy water.
Kris peels Baekhyun off the glass window and shoves his boyfriends towards the checkout with a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Cash or credit?" the sleepy employee asks as he pops open the drawer of the register. His chain earring flutters against the hinge of his jaw when he turns his head to cover a yawn.
"Here!" Chanyeol stuffs his card into the employee's hand before Kris has a chance to reach for his wallet.
Baekhyun grins at the blonde dude, reaching over the counter to accept the thermal bag with their ice cream pillowed inside. He never has to pay for ice cream, one of the reasons he likes dragging his boyfriends out on impromptu almost-midnight snack dates.
"Goodbye," the blonde guy says, already holding the door open for them by the time they turn around. He glares a little as they pass the row of parlor tables lined up against the front windows, presumably so they don't get any ideas about sticking around to enjoy their treat in the shop.
"Where are we gonna eat this?" Baekhyun holds up the bag as they round the first corner towards home. The wind is freezing but with Chanyeol and Kris pressed in on either side of him and Chanyeol's head leaned against the brim of his cap, Baekhyun doesn't feel cold at all.
"I vote home." Kris points up the hill and the heavy silver ring on his left hand flashes in the streetlight. "The park is way too cold at this hour."
"But we didn't clean up the apartment yet," Chanyeol says, "the kitchen table is covered in dishes and our living room floor is a pile of laundry."
"But it's clean laundry," Baekhyun points out, leaning into Chanyeol’s side so he can rest his head on his shoulder again. "And even if we drip melted shooting star all over, it could only improve both of your wardrobes!"
"Hey!" Chanyeol yells, hooking an arm around Baekhyun's neck to pull him into a headlock.
"This from the guy who walks around in baggy clothes like a wannabe gangsta," Kris sighs, "because he's always stealing our clothes instead of wearing his own." He's grinning though, Baekhyun is gratified to find, despite his resigned tone.
Baekhyun slips an arm around each of their waists, pillowing the bag of ice cream against the cushion of Kris' down padded stomach. "How about a pile of blankets, and then we can watch cartoons on TV?"
"Sounds perfect!" Chanyeol agrees as he catches both of his boyfriends by the hands at the front entrance to their building. He drops a kiss on their cheeks before shoving them up the first flight of stairs. "Now hurry up, because I'm hungry!"
Pairing: KrisBaekYeol, squishy OT3
Rating: PG-13?
Warning: um...pda?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, written just for fun.
Summary: Baekhyun drags Chanyeol and Kris out for ice cream. They may or may not get distracted along the way.
A/N: Happy birthday to baekmebacon !!! who requested "fluff and cuddles and sweet kisses". I don't know if that's what this is but I tried ;;
“Wait, where are we going?” Chanyeol claws at Kris’ arm, stumbling forward blindly when Baekhyun jams a snapback over his eyes and half his face.
“To get ice cream.” Baekhyun dangles his keys in front of Chanyeol’s nose, which is sticking out from the gap above the adjustable velcro band on the back of the cap. He makes sure the keys jingle against each other since Chanyeol can’t currently see. “Obviously. Didn’t you read the group text messages from this morning.”
“But if we want ice cream now we’ll have to walk there.” Kris sniffs, unconvinced, as he rubs the rim of his tea mug with his thumb. “The buses stopped running an hour ago.”
“The only reason we’d need to take a bus is if we were going downtown to get gelato, but we’re not.” Baekhun swings the key ring around his index finger like the blades of a helicopter. “Ice cream is obviously better.”
“Says who,” Kris protests with a glare, but he’s already shuffling to the kitchen to abandon his mug at the sink and grab his coat from the chair. “Give me one good reason.”
“I gave you five reasons, all in the chat messages this morning. Apparently you didn’t bother to read those, either.” Baekhyun uses his best scolding voice but he’s totally grinning, bouncing on his heels because he’s winning. Obviously. He always wins when it comes to ice cream, but then again everyone wins when it comes to ice cream. Because ice cream, obviously.
“Let’s go, hyung.” Chanyeol clamps a large hand over Kris’ shoulder when he doubles back through the living room, latching onto him like an overgrown koala. He nudges his hat into place by rubbing his forehead against Kris’ back like a bear scratching an itch on some tree bark. “Baek won’t be able to fall asleep until he relieves his craving. So we might as well accompany him and enjoy the ride!”
“What ride,” Kris mutters as he lets Chanyeol steer him towards the front door. “I thought you said we’re walking.” Baekhyun just laughs and hands him the keys.
Kris locks the door behind them and Baekhyun takes advantage of the distraction to slip his hand into Kris' coat pocket, curling his fingers around the pack of kleenex he always keeps there. It's still cold enough at the beginning of March that they should probably bring gloves, but the promise of spring hangs on the fresh mist of fallen rain in the night air. Besides, Chanyeol's and Kris' large hands wrapped around his are much more cozy and effective than mittens or hot packs in Baekhyun's opinion.
Kris pockets the house key at the foot of the stairs and slips his hand into his down coat to join Baekhyun's. He wraps his fingers around Baekhyun's in a secure grip, just firm enough to feel safe and comforting but careful not to crush them. Kris is always considerate like that, aware of his stature and mindful not to hurt Baekhyun (except sometimes when Baekhyun kisses the inhibitions right out of Kris when he's in the mood for something rough and Chanyeol is too lazy to indulge him).
"Where are we going again?" Chanyeol asks as they head down the stairs, boots and trainers echoing on the steel steps.
"Did you forget already?" Kris' incredulous huff is half laughter. He reaches across Baekhyun's head to knock the brim of Chanyeol's cap again.
"No!" Chanyeol protests. He yanks his hat back on straight and laces his fingers with Baekhyun's right hand when he's done. "I just meant, are we going all the way to Baskin Robbin's or just to like, the convenience store."
"Well it was my idea," Baekhyun announces before Kris can answer. "So I should pick."
"Where do you wanna go?" Kris halts their hand-in-hand procession at the end of the block to wait for the light. He uses the pause to rearrange the folds of Baekhyun's muffler stuffed into the top of his jacket to nestle in a comfortable fit under his chin.
"Thanks," Baekhyun tells Kris, "and I dunno, I didn't finish thinking about it yet."
Chanyeol snorts loudly, whacking Baekhyun’s shoulder with his fist. Kris just rolls his eyes and turns to face the crosswalk again. "It's only one more block to the 7-Eleven, so decide soon."
"Aw! Don't worry, Big Guy." Baekhyun can't contain his muffled cackles as he reaches up to pat Kris on the head, the loose top of his barely-pulled-on beanie poofing against the crown of Kris' head under his palm. "I'll decide before next Thursday."
Kris rolls his eyes again, this time emphasizing the movement with a twist of his shoulders. He doesn't protest though because they're all three remembering last Thursday evening when they stood on the freezing cold, wind whipped sidewalk downtown for half an hour while Kris decided between a spaghetti restaurant and a place that sold fusion noodle dishes.
"Or, maybe I'll just take my time," Baekhyun sing-songs as the light changes and Chanyeol tugs them forward to cross the street. "Hm, I don't really know!"
"Jerk." Chanyeol’s voice is warm with affection. He and Kris squish Baekhyun between them, Kris resting his elbow on top of Baekhyun’s snapback. Baekhyun elbows Kris with a sharp jab to the ribs and almost trips over the curb. "Hey, careful there, kiddo!" Chanyeol catches him in a hug, long arms wrapped loosely around Baekhyun's middle before he can fall. His laugh echoes deep in his throat and into the empty night air.
There's hardly anyone on the street at this hour, the neighborhood drugstores and real estate agencies they pass already locked up for the night. The streetlamps reflect on the darkened glass of the storefronts, the yellow glow hazy in the mist that promises rainfall before morning. Baekhyun likes these kind of walks the best. He can sing as loud as he wants if he feels like it and even Kris doesn't try to censor the volume of his own deep laugh, or his shrieks of terror when Chanyeol decides to tickle him pressed up against the lamppost.
"Hey, hey! Stop, hey!" Kris pants, his arms pulled into his chest. He claws at Chanyeol’s shoulder before folding his arms in defense across the zipper pulls of his heavy coat.
"Why should we?" Chanyeol cackles, leaning in to steal a hard kiss from Kris' lips even as Baekhyun is digging his fingers in between Kris’ ribs.
"Becau--! Hey! It's almost 10:00!"
"Oh, good point," Baekhyun says, removing his fingers from under Kris' chin to pull Chanyeol back by the hood of his sweatshirt. "Baskin Robbins closes at 10:00!" He hauls Kris in by the belt loops, smirking at Kris' yelp when their hips collide. "But I think we have time for one quick...little..."
Kris moans when Baekhyun slips his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, one hand leaving Kris' waist to cup his jaw and pull his head down for closer access.
"Hey," Chanyeol growls in Baekhyun's ear. His large hands are gentle on Baekhyun’s shoulder but pry him away from Kris' just enough to make a space for himself. "But I want some too!"
Kris nips at Baekhyun's bottom lip before turning to indulge Chanyeol, yanking him into his chest by the strings of his hoodie to capture his lips in an openmouthed kiss. Baekhyun doesn't feel ignored at all, sandwiched between their hips and his waist encircled by one of Chanyeol's arms. He leans his head into the curve of Kris' shoulder to breathe in his familiar scent of worn leather and cinnamon toothpaste, slouching against Chanyeol to give his boyfriends space to continue making out.
"No but seriously," Chanyeol pants, pulling back after a long moment. "They're about to close, and I really want shooting star with green tea flavor."
"Ok, ok!" Kris chuckles. He swipes at the swollen curve of Chanyeol's lip with his pinky finger, smoothing away the dampness before wiping it on Baekhyun's jeans.
"Hey!" Baekhyun yells in protest, but Kris just shuts him up with another kiss, already propelling him towards the next crosswalk with a palm flattened across the small of Baekhyun's back.
"Is Baskin Robbins ok with you then, Baek?" Chanyeol slides his hand into Baekhyun's back pocket, his fingers squeezing lightly against the swell of his ass through the tight denim.
"Mmhm!" Baekhyun hums. He wriggles his butt at the sudden invasion of cold fingers but he doesn't really mind, especially not when Kris' palm slides lower to pat Chanyeol's hand against Baekhyun's ass through the outside layer of his pocket. "Let's go for hand dipped now! I can always get a waffle cone at CU for breakfast tomorrow."
"Breakfast?" Chanyeol scoffs, his deep voice sliding into a mellow laugh. "Since when do you wake up before noon on Saturday!"
"I always used to until I had a clingy giant to cuddle me in bed!" Baekhyun pokes Kris in the chest accusingly, but Kris just gives them a slow grin, his frost kissed cheeks reddening into a deeper blush. It is true that all three of them have been waking up later and later on the weekends since they moved in together, though only part of that has to do with cuddling in the mornings and a lot more to do with going to bed really late because they're preoccupied with...other...cuddling. Yes.
Chanyeol pulls them the last three blocks to Baskin Robbins, ignoring Baekhyun's whining about how long his legs are and how fast they go. Kris pushes open the glass door to hold it open for the shorter two. He shoos them inside with a wave so he can shut the door against the stiff breeze.
"Yesss! We made it on time!" Baekhyun rubs his hands together and maneuvers around Chanyeol's frame where he's stopped in the middle of the walkway. He can't wait to press his nose up against the glass and ogle the rainbow of creamy delicious flavors in the freezer cases. The choosing process is just as important as the eating process, even if he lets Chanyeol and Kris pick the scoops every time.
"Not exactly," Kris frowns, holding up his phone. The blue numbers above his lock screen of swimming tropical fish say 10:06.
"But they're still open for business!" Chanyeol points to the counter where a sleepy looking guy in a white apron and paper hat is scooping chocolate ice cream into a paper container. He pauses to muffle a yawn against the curve of his shoulder every so often. "And the door was open, so. Come on! Hurry up and let's choose so that poor kid can go home."
"Kid?" Baekhyun giggles against Chanyeol's shoulder as he stumbles after him to the counter. "Yeol, he looks our age."
"But he's cute!" Chanyeol whispers loud enough that the woman buying the chocolate ice cream turns her head to blink at them through her glasses.
"What did you say we're ordering?" Kris calls. He's already at the far end of the freezer case, one elbow leaning on the counter. "Green tea and what else?" Another employee who looks as sullen as the first dude looks sleepy is waiting behind the glass in front of Kris, an ice cream scoop and a large pink carton in either hand.
"Shooting star!" Chanyeol almost knocks Baekhyun over when he bounces across the rough utility rug to collect Kris by the arm. "They still have it, right? Ooh! And blueberry cheesecake! We should get that one too!"
"Do those even taste good together?" Baekhyun elbows his way under the chain of Kris and Chanyeol's arms to get to the window. He sighs in delight at the cool press of glass against his skin and the beautiful scenery of the pastel rainbow of deliciousness spread before him like crop circles in a foreign galaxy where they're technologically developed enough to farm dairy products.
"That one! And that one! Oooh, and definitely we have to have that one!" Chanyeol points out the flavors to the sullen blonde dude, ignoring Baekhyun's concerns except for a pat on the head.
"Go pay over there.” The employee points to the cash register as he rinses his scoop in a basin of cloudy water.
Kris peels Baekhyun off the glass window and shoves his boyfriends towards the checkout with a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Cash or credit?" the sleepy employee asks as he pops open the drawer of the register. His chain earring flutters against the hinge of his jaw when he turns his head to cover a yawn.
"Here!" Chanyeol stuffs his card into the employee's hand before Kris has a chance to reach for his wallet.
Baekhyun grins at the blonde dude, reaching over the counter to accept the thermal bag with their ice cream pillowed inside. He never has to pay for ice cream, one of the reasons he likes dragging his boyfriends out on impromptu almost-midnight snack dates.
"Goodbye," the blonde guy says, already holding the door open for them by the time they turn around. He glares a little as they pass the row of parlor tables lined up against the front windows, presumably so they don't get any ideas about sticking around to enjoy their treat in the shop.
"Where are we gonna eat this?" Baekhyun holds up the bag as they round the first corner towards home. The wind is freezing but with Chanyeol and Kris pressed in on either side of him and Chanyeol's head leaned against the brim of his cap, Baekhyun doesn't feel cold at all.
"I vote home." Kris points up the hill and the heavy silver ring on his left hand flashes in the streetlight. "The park is way too cold at this hour."
"But we didn't clean up the apartment yet," Chanyeol says, "the kitchen table is covered in dishes and our living room floor is a pile of laundry."
"But it's clean laundry," Baekhyun points out, leaning into Chanyeol’s side so he can rest his head on his shoulder again. "And even if we drip melted shooting star all over, it could only improve both of your wardrobes!"
"Hey!" Chanyeol yells, hooking an arm around Baekhyun's neck to pull him into a headlock.
"This from the guy who walks around in baggy clothes like a wannabe gangsta," Kris sighs, "because he's always stealing our clothes instead of wearing his own." He's grinning though, Baekhyun is gratified to find, despite his resigned tone.
Baekhyun slips an arm around each of their waists, pillowing the bag of ice cream against the cushion of Kris' down padded stomach. "How about a pile of blankets, and then we can watch cartoons on TV?"
"Sounds perfect!" Chanyeol agrees as he catches both of his boyfriends by the hands at the front entrance to their building. He drops a kiss on their cheeks before shoving them up the first flight of stairs. "Now hurry up, because I'm hungry!"