1.) Give me a pairing.
2.) Give me an AU setting.
3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
lazychaoz and
itachibana13 will both be doing this, because shh, we are bored people.
so, we both write for shinee, cnblue, b.a.p., w-inds., and exo.
lazychaoz can write for beast, block b, and infinite because
itachibana13 sucks
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Wu Fan realizes just how much more exciting Chanyeol makes his day by not being there, one lonely Wednesday. He makes sure Chanyeol knows this by textbombing him and throws pencils at him from the back of the classroom the next day.
"I get it, sweetie, I won't leave you alone again."
Wu Fan makes a face and catapults an eraser at him. "Crazy eyes," he says. "I'm dating a serial killer."
Chanyeol widens his eyes exponentially - if that was even possible - and tugs on the hem of Wu Fan's shirt. "But I love you," he says, and Wu Fan is reminded of those little girls from horror movies that insist that they want to play with you forever and then steal your soul.
Chanyeol steals half of Wu Fan's sandwich a week later. He blames it on Baekhyun, even as Wu Fan blatantly watches him do it.
"I'm not sure who're trying to convince, me or yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about, Baekhyun's the culprit!"
Baekhyun addresses the issue by yawning loudly and putting his head on the table.
"Guilty as charged!"
Wu Fan rolls his eyes and and switches their phones when he isn't looking. He won't notice until track practice, probably.
"I swear," Chanyeol snaps, later when they're on the bleachers, "if you don't give me my phone, I will give you one of those gross sloppy kisses your ex used to give you."
Wu Fan makes a face. "Ew. Nice threat. But hey! You have my phone, isn't that a nice consolation prize? By the way, your mom wants you home by seven. Cousins visiting or something."
Chanyeol lunges at Wu Fan and knocks him over. "Phone!" he says inbetween breathes, and almost worries about pissing Wu Fan off, but Wu Fan is laughing at him, phone in hand, above both of them.
"You are way too close to my crotch," Wu Fan informs Chanyeol dully.
"Don't you like that?" Chanyeol teases. "Okay, phone," he says, and reaches forward.
"Nope, sorry," Wu Fan smirks and leans back.
"Yeah? Well you asked for it," Chanyeol shrugs and leans forward, catching Wu Fan's lips.
Wu Fan almost drops his phone, almost, except the kiss is surprisingly short and now Chanyeol is staring at him expectantly, and he's not sure if it's because he kissed or because he wants his phone back or what. Wu Fan's brain short circuits and he's left staring blankly at Chanyeol's increasingly nervous face.
Chanyeol breaks the silence and laughs nervously. "So, um. Does this mean I get my phone back?"
Wu Fan clicks back to reality and snorts. "No. Maybe if you try again."
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I can't even put in into words how much I love this ♥♥♥♥♥♥ /throws hearts at you. Chanyeol is the cutest idiot, and Kris' sarky comments on his idiocy are the funniest things ever - I love how you wrote them. ugh the end is just like rainbows and candy and unicorns. sobs I'm sorry my comment is so lame I just love krisyeol and your writing so much.
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