[drabble] paradise is when i'm with you
paradise is when i'm with you; exo, krisyeol, fluff, g, 374wc.
!!this fic is in lapslock
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“what the hell are you doing?” kris says in between chuckles as he supports chanyeol, who is struggling to keep his balance at the bow of the ship. he’s inches away from slipping, and kris knows this because of all the people on the ship, chanyeol would. his limbs hang awkwardly underneath his body, knees jutting outwards and pants stretched as he wobbles before lunging forwards, regaining his footing. kris can taste salt on his lips, and sees the dark splotches the water makes on his expensive costume clothes. given the situation, he couldn't care less-- chanyeol was his priority now.
then again, kris thought, chanyeol has always been his priority.
chanyeol laughs. it’s that spontaneous, elated, insatiable laugh that kris will never get enough of, and his grip on the metal rails beside him tightens. “shut up, and get me down from here, will ya? or i’m going to fall in the ocean, and you’ll never see me again.”
“if that happened, i’d have to jump in after you.”
kris leaves out the "because i wouldn't be able to live without you" that he considers following up with.
chanyeol pauses and looks up at him with half-shocked, half-smug eyes. his lips curve into a smirk, and kris is so sure that he’s this close to letting go of the railings holding his body up by the way his arms seem to loosen under kris’s grip, this close to slipping into the deep blue giving kris no choice but to chase after him.
“oh no you don’t,” kris says through clenched teeth, and he pulls lightly so that chanyeol falls forward instead, landing with a huff and his forehead square on kris’s shoulder. suddenly chanyeol is too close, much too close for the cameras, but a voice from within him screams that he isn't close enough. there will never be enough of chanyeol-- especially not when kris has to share him with tens of thousands of adoring fans scattered across the earth. but kris doesn't mind. it's the little, intimate moments like this that make kris's insides curdle and chanyeol's bpm speed up tenfold that make up for all the years they've spent separated from each other.
kris inhales chanyeol, a light musky scent of coconut and vanilla mixed with the unpleasant aftertaste of hairspray and too much BB cream. still, kris smells warmth, he smells home, and glides his hands from chanyeol’s forearms to his back, gently pulling him closer.
how comforting you are, my love, in the midst of this indian summer.
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a.n. (also known as "i'm on a boat")
oh wow hi guys it's been awhile ha ha ha...
so um
i wrote a thing ;v;
in like fifteen minutes so i'm really sorry it's ~bleh~ i felt guilty because i haven't posted in forever
it isn't beta'd so please bear with me ;A; if you do spot a mistake please point it out and i will love you always
so this fic was inspired by those cutie-patootie pictures of krisyeol on that one boat on a show somewhere idek
the header picture belongs to joomai and chan10. links links yeah!
thank you for reading and i hope you are all enjoying your summer holidays (and if you aren't on holiday then i am so sorry ;A;)!