Baekhyun/Chanyeol prompt
Title: Ow
Pairing/s: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warnings: One use of bad language.
Length: One Shot
Summary: Baekhyun is bored... Chanyeol is ignoring him.
A/N: The first thing I've written for anything in a long time. I think I like it though...
Byun Baekhyun was suffering, suffering terribly and to make things worse the person he could usually count on to pull him through didn’t seem to care. “Please…” he said for what must have been the fifth or sixth time at least, “…just put it down.”
“I am reading it.” Chanyeol told him yet again. He was currently on his bed, lying on his front, his chin propped up on one hand while he held a book in front of him with the other. “Putting it down would be a little counterproductive don’t you think?”
Baekhyun crossed his arms and fell back against the headboard of his own bed with enough force to make it thump against the wall behind him. With a scowl he made a mental note to punch Jongdae in the back of the head the next time he saw him. If he hadn’t lent the younger boy the book then Chanyeol wouldn’t be so wrapped up in what he was reading and he, Baekhyun wouldn’t be bored. Because yes, that was what he was currently suffering from, boredom. Not your average ‘I wish I had something to do’ kind of boredom but the kind of crippling boredom that made you want to tear your own hair out.
“Why don’t you go watch TV or something.” Chanyeol suggested with a roll of his eyes before turning back to the book he was holding and turning the page.
“I don’t want to watch TV.” Baekhyun told him unable to keep the whine from his voice.
“Then what do you want to do?” Chanyeol asked a hint of irritation creeping into his own.
“I don’t know…” Baekhyun said and he really didn’t. He was so bored he couldn’t think of a single thing to do that didn’t sound… well boring. “…just something.” He said at last. Just how back to front the whole situation was becoming was not lost on him, ‘I’m bored’ was eight times out of ten Chanyeol’s line, ‘if you’re that bored then go find something to do’ was usually his. But surely the fact that Chanyeol was usually the one complaining should mean he would be a little more understanding.
“Well go do ‘just something’ then and let me finish this.” Chanyeol said his eyes still glued to the page in front of him.
Well so much for more understanding Baekhyun thought the scowl returning to his face. “Next time you want to play Mario-Kart at two in the morning don’t come running to me.” He muttered.
“Fine, I’ll ask someone else, maybe Luhan… or Sehun… yeah that might be better anyway; you’re not much competition to be honest.” Chanyeol mused completely unperturbed by the threat.
Baekhyun did the only thing that made any sense. He picked up one of his shoes from the floor and threw it at his roommate.
With a start Chanyeol dropped the book he’d been so engrossed in and sat up. Then he looked from his shoulder to the training shoe on his bedspread. “You threw a shoe at me.” He said accusingly turning to stare at Baekhyun, a look of mild bewilderment on his face.
“I threw a shoe at you.” Baekhyun confirmed with a grin. Chanyeol was obviously trying hard to think of what the suitable reaction to this would be because there was a crease forming between his eyebrows. Baekhyun thought it was kind of adorable.
Then Chanyeol had the shoe in his hand and was pulling his arm back. Baekhyun managed to duck just in time and the trainer skimmed past him and hit the bedroom door instead of its intended target, which had been you know… him. “Hey, I didn’t aim for your head.” He protested as he straightened up.
“As if I’d aim for your head and risk ruining that face.” Chanyeol said and he was the one smiling now, smiling and reaching for something on the floor.
“Don’t you dare…” Baekhyun told him his eyes widening as he saw what he was reaching for. It was another damn shoe. Just what had he started...
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to do something.” Chanyeol said his smile broadening.
“Shoe throwing is not the something I meant.” Baekhyun argued knowing it was pointless but unable to think of anything else to say.
Chanyeol looked down at the shoe he was now holding and shrugged. “Well if you don’t want me to throw it…” for a second Baekhyun thought that maybe, just maybe he was going to put the shoe down and go back to his book but then Chanyeol was grinning again and this time the grin was accompanied by a glint in his eye and he knew he was doomed, “…then why don’t you come over here and stop me?”
Baekhyun gave a world-weary sigh that was entirely for show. He wasn’t bored now at least and wasn’t that what he’d wanted? For Chanyeol to give up on his reading and pay him some attention? Yes, that was exactly what he’d wanted. So technically he was the winner here wasn’t he? This might not have been the exact outcome he’d been looking for but he could totally work with it. So in a bid to lull Chanyeol into a false sense of security he muttered “Fine,” in the most unenthusiastic tone of voice he could muster and got languidly to his feet. Then before Chanyeol knew what was happening he’d dived onto the bed, shoved him backwards and torn the shoe from his hand. “Stopped you.” He said his mouth quirking up at the corners. “And now I’m going to make you regret aiming for my head.”
“I told you, I wasn’t aiming for…” Chanyeol started to protest as he struggled to sit up but Baekhyun was instantly straddling him and pushing him back into the mattress. He trailed off, his gaze going to Baekhyun’s mouth which was now hovering over his. It was kind of endearing, the fact he was so easily distracted Baekhyun couldn’t help thinking. Then his hands were under his t-shirt, fingers ghosting up his sides and Chanyeol was squirming, “No… no don’t….” he breathed and then the fingers were no longer ghosting they were digging into him and he was laughing uncontrollably.
And Baekhyun couldn’t help it, ‘hysterically laughing Chanyeol’ was… well hysterical so keeping himself from grinning like an idiot was nigh on impossible. But ‘hysterically laughing Chanyeol’ rather quickly changed to ‘desperately trying to shove him off Chanyeol’, he’d managed to bring both hands up so he could grab a hold of his assailant’s shirt and had somehow managed to free his right leg and was trying to use it to flip them both over. A change in tactics was called for. Baekhyun quickly stopped the tickling and pressed his lips against the part of Chanyeol closest to him, which just so happened to be his collarbone. Chanyeol, who just so happened to rather enjoy people pressing their lips to his collar bone momentarily froze giving Baekhyun the opportunity to trail another kiss or three or four up his neck towards his jawline making sure to make each one lingering. When his mouth finally reached its destination Baekhyun pulled back slightly and locked eyes with Chanyeol. He looked a little dazed and Baekhyun gave a small smile. Dazed would do he thought as he sat back to let Chanyeol sit up. The other boy still had a hold of his shirt though and that just wouldn’t do so he slid a hand behind Chanyeol’s neck and pulled his mouth down towards his. Chanyeol gave a small sigh as their lips met, one of the hands that had been gripping Baekhyun’s shirt finding its way into the shorter boy’s hair.
And that was that, mission accomplished. Chanyeol no longer had a death grip on his clothes meaning he could now try and gain the upper hand again. With that thought in mind Baekhyun tore his mouth from Chanyeol’s (with a touch of regret it must be said) and in the blink of an eye was behind him, using the fact he was already unbalanced to push him forwards and he was clambering onto his back.
“What the…” Chanyeol said and then understanding dawned, “…you are such a cheat!”
“I wasn’t aware there were rules.” Baekhyun told him leaning forward and nipping at his tip of his ear with his teeth.
“Hey…” Chanyeol started to say but was cut off for a second time as Baekhyun’s fingers started on the back of his neck. “No… seriously…don’t…” he managed to get out between what sounded suspiciously like giggles.
“What was that?” Baekhyun asked all innocence. “No, don’t stop?”
“You know... sometimes… sometimes... sometimes I really don’t like you.” Chanyeol said the effect of the words entirely ruined by his continued giggling.
Then before Baekhyun knew what was happening Chanyeol had somehow grabbed a hold of his leg and the tables were turned, in a matter of seconds Baekhyun was the one pinned to the mattress and Chanyeol was the one hovering above him a triumphant smile on his face. Which Baekhyun really wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t cracked the back of his head on the rail at the foot of the bed when Chanyeol had thrown him down. “Ow…” he said struggling to sit up, a task that was impossible when six feet of Park Chanyeol was lying on top of him. He gave up and settled for saying “Ow” a few more times instead in the hope that Chanyeol would take the hint and get the hell off him.
And it seemed to do the trick. Chanyeol’s smile slowly faded and he scrambled backwards giving Baekhyun the chance to sit up and inspect the damage. He did this by tentatively prodding the back of his head and wincing. “First you try to knock my head off with a shoe then you try and knock me out on the bedframe. I guess you weren’t lying, there are times when you really don’t like me.” He muttered, attempting a teasing tone of voice and failing spectacularly. It was hard to sound upbeat when you felt like your head was going to explode and the fact his eyes were watering didn’t help matters.
“I didn’t mean it.” Chanyeol said, somehow managing to sound concerned and a tad defensive at the same time.
Baekhyun shook his head in disbelief and instantly regretted it. Shaking your head when you could still hear the ringing in your ears from hitting your head was never a good idea. His eyes started to water again and he rubbed at them with the back of his hand. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” He mumbled.
It was probably the tears he thought as he watched the defensive frown vanish from Chanyeol’s face only to be replaced by an expression of utter guilt. Baekhyun bit back a groan, why did he have to look like a remorseful puppy whenever he was sorry about something? It made it so much harder to stay mad at him. But before he could open his mouth to tell him not to be so stupid, to assure him the tears were involuntary and that he wasn’t all that upset, tell him the pain was already fading and although he was probably going to have an egg on the back of his head for a few days he was sure he’d survive Chanyeol was behind him, a hand in his hair as he brushed it aside so he could see the damage he’d done for himself. “Oh shit,” Baekhyun heard him whisper but the words weren’t what distracted him, it was the other boys breath, warm on the back of his neck that had him forgetting everything he was about to say.
“That looks painful.” Chanyeol added dropping a kiss on the top of his head, his hands coming up to squeeze his shoulders and Baekhyun found himself saying, “Yeah it is,” even though it really wasn’t, not anymore. If pretending it hurt like hell meant Chanyeol would keep on with the shoulder massage though it was definitely something he was prepared to do.
“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol continued his voice ever so quiet. “I should have been more careful, I didn’t really think I just…”
“Hey, I started it remember?” Baekhyun reminded him. “It wasn’t entirely your fault. It was only about, I don’t know, three quarters your fault.” If you put together Chanyeol ignoring him in favour of a book, Chanyeol having the audacity to throw the shoe back, Chanyeol making him come over to the bed in the first place, Chanyeol being the one who’d thrown him down hard enough that hitting the bedframe hadn’t simply meant a bump to the head but had had him nearly seeing stars… yeah that made it about three quarters his fault.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not sorry, that I don’t want to make it up to you.” Chanyeol said the words muffled as he kissed the top of Baekhyun’s head for a second time and he wrapped his arms around his middle.
Baekhyun shuffled backwards, pressing his back against the taller boy’s chest and tilted his chin slightly so he could look up at him. “You want to make it up to me?” He asked unable to keep the smile from his face. Maybe hitting his head hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
“I want to make it up to you.” Chanyeol confirmed. His voice was still quiet but he was smiling now and Baekhyun found he was relieved. A serious Chanyeol was a disconcerting Chanyeol after all.
“Well…” he said after some careful deliberation, “…if you really want to make it up to me I can think of a couple of things you could do that would make it a little easier for me to forgive you…”
Pairing/s: Baekhyun/Chanyeol
Warnings: One use of bad language.
Length: One Shot
Summary: Baekhyun is bored... Chanyeol is ignoring him.
A/N: The first thing I've written for anything in a long time. I think I like it though...
Byun Baekhyun was suffering, suffering terribly and to make things worse the person he could usually count on to pull him through didn’t seem to care. “Please…” he said for what must have been the fifth or sixth time at least, “…just put it down.”
“I am reading it.” Chanyeol told him yet again. He was currently on his bed, lying on his front, his chin propped up on one hand while he held a book in front of him with the other. “Putting it down would be a little counterproductive don’t you think?”
Baekhyun crossed his arms and fell back against the headboard of his own bed with enough force to make it thump against the wall behind him. With a scowl he made a mental note to punch Jongdae in the back of the head the next time he saw him. If he hadn’t lent the younger boy the book then Chanyeol wouldn’t be so wrapped up in what he was reading and he, Baekhyun wouldn’t be bored. Because yes, that was what he was currently suffering from, boredom. Not your average ‘I wish I had something to do’ kind of boredom but the kind of crippling boredom that made you want to tear your own hair out.
“Why don’t you go watch TV or something.” Chanyeol suggested with a roll of his eyes before turning back to the book he was holding and turning the page.
“I don’t want to watch TV.” Baekhyun told him unable to keep the whine from his voice.
“Then what do you want to do?” Chanyeol asked a hint of irritation creeping into his own.
“I don’t know…” Baekhyun said and he really didn’t. He was so bored he couldn’t think of a single thing to do that didn’t sound… well boring. “…just something.” He said at last. Just how back to front the whole situation was becoming was not lost on him, ‘I’m bored’ was eight times out of ten Chanyeol’s line, ‘if you’re that bored then go find something to do’ was usually his. But surely the fact that Chanyeol was usually the one complaining should mean he would be a little more understanding.
“Well go do ‘just something’ then and let me finish this.” Chanyeol said his eyes still glued to the page in front of him.
Well so much for more understanding Baekhyun thought the scowl returning to his face. “Next time you want to play Mario-Kart at two in the morning don’t come running to me.” He muttered.
“Fine, I’ll ask someone else, maybe Luhan… or Sehun… yeah that might be better anyway; you’re not much competition to be honest.” Chanyeol mused completely unperturbed by the threat.
Baekhyun did the only thing that made any sense. He picked up one of his shoes from the floor and threw it at his roommate.
With a start Chanyeol dropped the book he’d been so engrossed in and sat up. Then he looked from his shoulder to the training shoe on his bedspread. “You threw a shoe at me.” He said accusingly turning to stare at Baekhyun, a look of mild bewilderment on his face.
“I threw a shoe at you.” Baekhyun confirmed with a grin. Chanyeol was obviously trying hard to think of what the suitable reaction to this would be because there was a crease forming between his eyebrows. Baekhyun thought it was kind of adorable.
Then Chanyeol had the shoe in his hand and was pulling his arm back. Baekhyun managed to duck just in time and the trainer skimmed past him and hit the bedroom door instead of its intended target, which had been you know… him. “Hey, I didn’t aim for your head.” He protested as he straightened up.
“As if I’d aim for your head and risk ruining that face.” Chanyeol said and he was the one smiling now, smiling and reaching for something on the floor.
“Don’t you dare…” Baekhyun told him his eyes widening as he saw what he was reaching for. It was another damn shoe. Just what had he started...
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to do something.” Chanyeol said his smile broadening.
“Shoe throwing is not the something I meant.” Baekhyun argued knowing it was pointless but unable to think of anything else to say.
Chanyeol looked down at the shoe he was now holding and shrugged. “Well if you don’t want me to throw it…” for a second Baekhyun thought that maybe, just maybe he was going to put the shoe down and go back to his book but then Chanyeol was grinning again and this time the grin was accompanied by a glint in his eye and he knew he was doomed, “…then why don’t you come over here and stop me?”
Baekhyun gave a world-weary sigh that was entirely for show. He wasn’t bored now at least and wasn’t that what he’d wanted? For Chanyeol to give up on his reading and pay him some attention? Yes, that was exactly what he’d wanted. So technically he was the winner here wasn’t he? This might not have been the exact outcome he’d been looking for but he could totally work with it. So in a bid to lull Chanyeol into a false sense of security he muttered “Fine,” in the most unenthusiastic tone of voice he could muster and got languidly to his feet. Then before Chanyeol knew what was happening he’d dived onto the bed, shoved him backwards and torn the shoe from his hand. “Stopped you.” He said his mouth quirking up at the corners. “And now I’m going to make you regret aiming for my head.”
“I told you, I wasn’t aiming for…” Chanyeol started to protest as he struggled to sit up but Baekhyun was instantly straddling him and pushing him back into the mattress. He trailed off, his gaze going to Baekhyun’s mouth which was now hovering over his. It was kind of endearing, the fact he was so easily distracted Baekhyun couldn’t help thinking. Then his hands were under his t-shirt, fingers ghosting up his sides and Chanyeol was squirming, “No… no don’t….” he breathed and then the fingers were no longer ghosting they were digging into him and he was laughing uncontrollably.
And Baekhyun couldn’t help it, ‘hysterically laughing Chanyeol’ was… well hysterical so keeping himself from grinning like an idiot was nigh on impossible. But ‘hysterically laughing Chanyeol’ rather quickly changed to ‘desperately trying to shove him off Chanyeol’, he’d managed to bring both hands up so he could grab a hold of his assailant’s shirt and had somehow managed to free his right leg and was trying to use it to flip them both over. A change in tactics was called for. Baekhyun quickly stopped the tickling and pressed his lips against the part of Chanyeol closest to him, which just so happened to be his collarbone. Chanyeol, who just so happened to rather enjoy people pressing their lips to his collar bone momentarily froze giving Baekhyun the opportunity to trail another kiss or three or four up his neck towards his jawline making sure to make each one lingering. When his mouth finally reached its destination Baekhyun pulled back slightly and locked eyes with Chanyeol. He looked a little dazed and Baekhyun gave a small smile. Dazed would do he thought as he sat back to let Chanyeol sit up. The other boy still had a hold of his shirt though and that just wouldn’t do so he slid a hand behind Chanyeol’s neck and pulled his mouth down towards his. Chanyeol gave a small sigh as their lips met, one of the hands that had been gripping Baekhyun’s shirt finding its way into the shorter boy’s hair.
And that was that, mission accomplished. Chanyeol no longer had a death grip on his clothes meaning he could now try and gain the upper hand again. With that thought in mind Baekhyun tore his mouth from Chanyeol’s (with a touch of regret it must be said) and in the blink of an eye was behind him, using the fact he was already unbalanced to push him forwards and he was clambering onto his back.
“What the…” Chanyeol said and then understanding dawned, “…you are such a cheat!”
“I wasn’t aware there were rules.” Baekhyun told him leaning forward and nipping at his tip of his ear with his teeth.
“Hey…” Chanyeol started to say but was cut off for a second time as Baekhyun’s fingers started on the back of his neck. “No… seriously…don’t…” he managed to get out between what sounded suspiciously like giggles.
“What was that?” Baekhyun asked all innocence. “No, don’t stop?”
“You know... sometimes… sometimes... sometimes I really don’t like you.” Chanyeol said the effect of the words entirely ruined by his continued giggling.
Then before Baekhyun knew what was happening Chanyeol had somehow grabbed a hold of his leg and the tables were turned, in a matter of seconds Baekhyun was the one pinned to the mattress and Chanyeol was the one hovering above him a triumphant smile on his face. Which Baekhyun really wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t cracked the back of his head on the rail at the foot of the bed when Chanyeol had thrown him down. “Ow…” he said struggling to sit up, a task that was impossible when six feet of Park Chanyeol was lying on top of him. He gave up and settled for saying “Ow” a few more times instead in the hope that Chanyeol would take the hint and get the hell off him.
And it seemed to do the trick. Chanyeol’s smile slowly faded and he scrambled backwards giving Baekhyun the chance to sit up and inspect the damage. He did this by tentatively prodding the back of his head and wincing. “First you try to knock my head off with a shoe then you try and knock me out on the bedframe. I guess you weren’t lying, there are times when you really don’t like me.” He muttered, attempting a teasing tone of voice and failing spectacularly. It was hard to sound upbeat when you felt like your head was going to explode and the fact his eyes were watering didn’t help matters.
“I didn’t mean it.” Chanyeol said, somehow managing to sound concerned and a tad defensive at the same time.
Baekhyun shook his head in disbelief and instantly regretted it. Shaking your head when you could still hear the ringing in your ears from hitting your head was never a good idea. His eyes started to water again and he rubbed at them with the back of his hand. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” He mumbled.
It was probably the tears he thought as he watched the defensive frown vanish from Chanyeol’s face only to be replaced by an expression of utter guilt. Baekhyun bit back a groan, why did he have to look like a remorseful puppy whenever he was sorry about something? It made it so much harder to stay mad at him. But before he could open his mouth to tell him not to be so stupid, to assure him the tears were involuntary and that he wasn’t all that upset, tell him the pain was already fading and although he was probably going to have an egg on the back of his head for a few days he was sure he’d survive Chanyeol was behind him, a hand in his hair as he brushed it aside so he could see the damage he’d done for himself. “Oh shit,” Baekhyun heard him whisper but the words weren’t what distracted him, it was the other boys breath, warm on the back of his neck that had him forgetting everything he was about to say.
“That looks painful.” Chanyeol added dropping a kiss on the top of his head, his hands coming up to squeeze his shoulders and Baekhyun found himself saying, “Yeah it is,” even though it really wasn’t, not anymore. If pretending it hurt like hell meant Chanyeol would keep on with the shoulder massage though it was definitely something he was prepared to do.
“I’m sorry.” Chanyeol continued his voice ever so quiet. “I should have been more careful, I didn’t really think I just…”
“Hey, I started it remember?” Baekhyun reminded him. “It wasn’t entirely your fault. It was only about, I don’t know, three quarters your fault.” If you put together Chanyeol ignoring him in favour of a book, Chanyeol having the audacity to throw the shoe back, Chanyeol making him come over to the bed in the first place, Chanyeol being the one who’d thrown him down hard enough that hitting the bedframe hadn’t simply meant a bump to the head but had had him nearly seeing stars… yeah that made it about three quarters his fault.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not sorry, that I don’t want to make it up to you.” Chanyeol said the words muffled as he kissed the top of Baekhyun’s head for a second time and he wrapped his arms around his middle.
Baekhyun shuffled backwards, pressing his back against the taller boy’s chest and tilted his chin slightly so he could look up at him. “You want to make it up to me?” He asked unable to keep the smile from his face. Maybe hitting his head hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.
“I want to make it up to you.” Chanyeol confirmed. His voice was still quiet but he was smiling now and Baekhyun found he was relieved. A serious Chanyeol was a disconcerting Chanyeol after all.
“Well…” he said after some careful deliberation, “…if you really want to make it up to me I can think of a couple of things you could do that would make it a little easier for me to forgive you…”