k-pop; three exo ficlets
these are a few tumblr ficlets i wrote aaaaages ago and have just been too lazy to repost here but since i'm procrastinating doing anything actually productive here they are lol. if you read even one, i hope you enjoy!! :D :D <3
Title: Be quiet
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: Hard R for blowjob and vaguely mentioned crossdressing lol
Summary: AU. He can’t fucking believe Jongin shoved him underneath because of a phone call. (Or, Chanyeol sucks Jongin off while he’s on the phone.)
Author’s Note: 1204 words. Idk how this happened I think there was a lot of talk about Chanyeol in glasses and I mostly blame Ang and Nikki. :<
The rough carpet presses painfully against Chanyeol’s knees as he hides underneath Jongin’s desk and tries not to hit his head. He can’t fucking believe Jongin shoved him underneath because of a phone call; it’s not like whoever was on the other end would see him! Everyone else in the office had left already, which is the only reason Chanyeol was in Jongin’s private office in the first place, dressed in his short pinstripe skirt and matching blazer. The sheer black stockings were starting to sort of itch too and Chanyeol really hopes Jongin’s phone call doesn’t take very long, especially since Chanyeol is still half-hard from when he’d climbed up onto Jongin’s lap to make out before the call came.
Chanyeol pushes his glasses up his nose as they start to slip and stares at Jongin’s leg that is jiggling a little, foot tapping up and down and almost squishing Chanyeol’s fingers. He reaches out and presses a hand to his thigh and Jongin just about jumps, like he forgot Chanyeol was under the desk. Now that definitely won’t do, Chanyeol thinks, pouting as he gently pushes Jongin back on his chair, the wheels squeaking a bit, and it’s just enough so that Chanyeol can see Jongin’s face when he looks down.
Right now he looks at him with half-irritation, half-incredulity, and Chanyeol just smirks up at him. When he undoes the zipper on Jongin’s dress pants, Jongin tries to shove his hands away, but he’s not effective in the least. Chanyeol presses his palm against the bulge in Jongin’s underwear, rubs slowly up and down until Jongin is gasping into the phone.
“Ye-Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine,” Jongin says in a rush and Chanyeol has to stifle his laughter with a hand. He doesn’t exactly want to get Jongin into any trouble. Jongin shoots Chanyeol a glare but Chanyeol just grins at him.
“Be quiet,” he whispers and Jongin opens his mouth like he’s about to snap, “Why?” except he remembers at the last minute he’s on the phone and says, “I understand, sir, that’s a good idea.”
Chanyeol thinks Jongin’s phone call has really gone on long enough and wonders how far he can take this before Jongin makes up an excuse and hangs up. He pulls Jongin’s pants and underwear down his thighs as much as he can, and Jongin is still glaring at him but when Chanyeol wraps his hand around his erection, his expression fades into something much more like bliss. He licks his lips and stares, wide-eyed, as Chanyeol strokes him slowly from base to tip, thumbing over the slit until Jongin lets out a strangled sort of sob.
Then, Chanyeol leans forward and licks a stripe straight up Jongin’s cock and Jongin clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan. The response is delightful and Chanyeol wants to see if he can really make Jongin moan out loud, forget he’s even on the phone because his attention is all on Chanyeol. Smirking, Chanyeol wraps his lips around the head of Jongin’s cock and sucks, hard, flicks his tongue over the tip and then takes him down inch by inch. The hand not holding onto phone finds Chanyeol’s hair and grips so tight Chanyeol groans around Jongin, which only has Jongin bucking his hips up instinctively.
“Oh my god-” Jongin gasps, but a split second later recalls where he is, and what he should be doing and stammers out a, “I’m sorry! I, uh, thought there was a-a-bug.”
Chanyeol has to pull away to press his face against Jongin’s knee and laugh, and Jongin pulls at Chanyeol’s hair in retaliation. Jongin tugs Chanyeol back in place then, releases his hair to take his own cock in hand. He rubs the tip across Chanyeol’s lips, and Chanyeol opens his mouth, laps up the bitter precome at the head.
“You like this, don’t you?” Chanyeol whispers again, casting a glance to the phone and then back.
So do you, Jongin mouths back and Chanyeol responds by taking Jongin past his lips again. He grips onto Jongin’s thighs and works his way down slowly, Jongin pushing gently up into his mouth for more. Once Chanyeol’s lips meet Jongin’s fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock, Jongin slides his hand along Chanyeol’s cheek, fixes the glasses that have started slipping, and finds Chanyeol’s hair again.
Chanyeol flicks his eyes up to look at Jongin as he finally takes him in all the way, the tip of Jongin’s dick flirting with the back of his throat. Jongin’s mouth his open, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and he looks like he’s seconds away from throwing the phone in his hand to the ground and fucking Chanyeol’s face earnestly. Holding onto his gaze, Chanyeol sucks him quickly, head bobbing up and down, and he can feel Jongin getting closer and closer.
“I-I-uh, sir, I’ll have to call you back later, something just came up that I have to, oh, take care of,” Jongin says hastily into the phone and he doesn’t even wait for a response before he’s hanging up.
Chanyeol lets go off his dick and asks, “Was that a good idea?” His voice comes out hoarse.
“Was that a good idea?” Jongin exclaims. “Was what you were doing a good fucking idea?”
“I think so,” Chanyeol says, lazily stroking Jongin’s erection as he speaks. “Didn’t you like it?”
“No,” Jongin hisses but they both now that’s a blatant lie. “But, now that I’m off the phone you can finish what you started.” He pushes Chanyeol back, hand pressed flat against the back of his neck.
Chanyeol obliges without a word, swirling his tongue around the head and enjoying Jongin’s pleased moan in full volume.
“Oh god,” Jongin groans, rocking his hips into Chanyeol’s mouth once, twice, before he suddenly grips Chanyeol’s hair and yanks him backward.
Surprised, Chanyeol looks up at him quickly, about to ask what, when Jongin’s other hand runs up and down his cock in quick, firm strokes. Jongin comes with a low moan right onto Chanyeol’s face, white streaks hitting the lenses of his glasses and burning hot against his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Jongin breathes, as Chanyeol licks up the come that landed on his lips, then leans forward to run his tongue over the head of Jongin’s cock again. Jongin hisses between his teeth at the oversensitivity and pushes Chanyeol away.
Chanyeol just laughs. “I can’t believe you came on my glasses,” he says. “And I loved this pair, too.” He pouts, reaches up to grab his glasses to wipe them off but Jongin stops him.
“That’s what you get,” Jongin says. He easily zips himself back up and then yanks Chanyeol to his feet with him, pushes him up against his desk. A hand slides down Chanyeol’s chest and rubs against the front of his skirt where his own erection is hard up against it and Chanyeol shudders underneath Jongin’s touch. “You can leave the glasses on until I make you come,” Jongin says, and then kisses him before Chanyeol has a chance to respond.
Title: Stolen Moment
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: PG-13
Summary: hs!AU. Chanyeol would definitely rather spend an hour making out with Jongin in the back of the school library than sit through a boring lecture about mathematics.
Author’s Note: 1872 words. I had this prompt of “chankai - making out in the library” from this prompt generator saved for ages and finally just went with it. I really kind of love this little ficlet lol. :3
Chanyeol’s head collides into the metal bar of the shelf as Jongin pushes him up against it with more force than strictly necessary. It’s hot, though, the clear eagerness in Jongin’s eyes, the way his hands are fisted into the lapels of Chanyeol’s uniform. They’ll both probably get into trouble for ditching class later, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made, and Chanyeol would definitely rather spend an hour making out with Jongin in the back of the school library than sit through a boring lecture about mathematics.
“That hurt,” he mutters to Jongin who just rolls his eyes and kisses the side of his throat. Chanyeol hisses at the hot puffs of air clinging to his skin, tightens his grip onto Jongin’s white button-down, his own uniform blazer probably left back in the classroom.
“Don’t be a baby,” Jongin whispers back, but then he’s tugging Chanyeol down just a bit so their mouths meet, leaving no room for conversation. And that’s perfectly fine with Chanyeol, who finds the softness of Jongin’s mouth incredibly inticing, the taste of minty chapstick on his lips familiar. Jongin sighs into his mouth, and his hands unclench from his blazer to slide up behind his neck, fingers gently caressing short tufts of hair before interlocking against the nape. Chanyeol pulls Jongin closer, hands resting at the small of his back and Chanyeol leans against the bookshelf carefully, not wanting to end up toppling anything over and attracting attention of their strict librarian, who wouldn’t hesitate to report them for skipping class.
It’s not their first time, either, so chances are this time they won’t get away with a simple slap on the wrist. Chanyeol would rather not get another detention slip, especially considering his parents are already on his back for his wild behavior, nevermind the fact that he’s maintaining straight As in all his classes. Who cares if he misses one or two because he’d rather do this?
“You’re thinking too much,” Jongin says, pulling away to gasp, breath hot on his chin. He stares imploringly into Chanyeol’s eyes like he’s trying to figure out what he’s thinking about that’s more important than making out, and Chanyeol chuckles softly, reaches up a hand to push Jongin’s bangs from his face.
“Sorry, sorry,” Chanyeol says appeasingly, and catches Jongin’s mouth in his before Jongin can say another word. He swipes his tongue across Jongin’s teeth, licks along the hollow of his cheeks and kisses so deeply he feels his head spin. The deep moan Jongin lets out seems to reverberate down Chanyeol’s spine and he instinctively pulls him even closer, like he’s trying to mold their bodies into one.
Jongin’s feet bump against his own and Chanyeol straightens up a bit so he’s not leaning against the bookshelf, but pressed up against it exactly, metal bars digging into the small of his back just above the waist of his slacks. Now Jongin seems to fit against him even better, chest sliding against Chanyeol’s, and fabric rustling between them, and in the quiet of the library every tiny moment sounds as loud as a gunshot in Chanyeol’s ears.
He gasps when Jongin presses a knee between his thighs, a little too rough, because the books behind Chanyeol shuffle and they both pause for a second, breaking the kiss to stare at each other and hope nothing falls. Nothing does, and in the next second, they’re back together again, and Chanyeol’s yanking Jongin’s shirt out from where it’s tucked into his pants so he can slip his hands up along his back.
A sigh falls from Jongin’s lips and he bites lightly into Chanyeol’s lower lip, working the flesh between his teeth as Chanyeol’s nails drag down his skin.
“Shit,” Jongin hisses, pulling away to press his forehead against Chanyeol’s shoulder and catch his breath. Grinning down at him, Chanyeol slides his hands out from under his shirt, grabs his ass instead and drags him close, grinds up against him and Jongin’s gasp is almost too loud.
“Shh,” Chanyeol reprimands, and Jongin just clenches his fingers into a tight fist into Chanyeol’s hair at the back of his neck. The grin fades from his lips as he rocks his hips into Jongin’s again, and the delicious friction is a bit too much too soon. “Hey,” he says softly, just loud enough to catch Jongin’s attention, and Jongin straightens, looks up into Chanyeol’s eyes expectantly. “Kiss me.”
There’s a slight pull to Jongin’s lips, a quick quirk of a smile, and then he is, closing the little space between them again with wet lips. Jongin leads this time, delving into Chanyeol’s mouth with a sort of enthusiasm that surprises Chanyeol sometimes, because Jongin is usually the one who shies away from the little bouts of affection that Chanyeol showers him with throughout the day. He gets so easily embarrassed, then, and sometimes incredible grumpy, ignoring Chanyeol and all his advances, only to come back later twice as hard, kissing Chanyeol until his lips are bruised and he’s out of breath.
It’s like that now, fierceful kisses that knock the wind out of Chanyeol and his heart out of his chest, the way it’s beating so hard, but he loves this side of Jongin as much as he loves every other side of him. Right now he likes this the most, because a determined Jongin is a sexy Jongin, and Chanyeol really can’t get enough of him, pushing up against him and kissing back with as much energy as Jongin puts in.
And he can feel Jongin hard between his legs, too, and Chanyeol is just about there as well, heat pooling low in his belly. He’s not sure of how much time has passed, how much longer they can hide out back here before someone sees, but he doesn’t exactly feel like rushing, either. Instead, he enjoys the tiny hiccupping moans that Jongin lets out, how he kisses his way slowly down Chanyeol’s neck, tongue impossibly hot against his skin. Chanyeol fights back the deep groan that threatens to escape his mouth, tilting his head back and colliding painfully with a thick book high on the shelf.
Nothing seems to fall over, though, so he stays there, eyelids fluttering shut as he clenches fingers through Jongin’s hair and gasps when Jongin’s teeth scrape over his collarbone, pushing aside his blazer to get there. “Jongin,” he whispers, trying to keep his naturally loud voice quiet, but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult as Jongin ruts against his hip and his fingertips press hard into the back of his neck.
Chanyeol gasps as Jongin’ nips at his earlobe, tugs at it between his teeth, and it pulls a low sound from Chanyeol’s throat and he pushes Jongin back hard by the shoulders. Jongin looks momentarily confused, eyes wide and bright, lips all beautifully red and swollen, but before he can say anything, Chanyeol is stepping up to him and pinning him back into the opposite bookcase. Jongin gasps, hands grabbing onto the ledges of the bookshelves and a few books topple over where there aren’t enough on the row to keep them standing up tight. The tiny thud seems impossibly loud, but Chanyeol pays it no attention, instead focusing on sliding his hips against Jongin’s and holding his jaw in a hand.
Jongin hisses out a “Fuck,” before Chanyeol kisses him, all harsh breaths through their noses and slick sounds of tongues coiling together. “W-Wait,” gasps Jongin, licking his lips, hands sliding around Chanyeol’s waist to grip into his blazer. “I don’t want to fucking come in my pants like this--”
“We don’t have time for anything else,” Chanyeol says. He sucks a ragged breath between his teeth as Jongin pitches his hips forward and grinds into him again, and it really is so good, just being with Jongin like this, knowing that they’re skipping class, and hiding in the fucking library where anyone could find them, it’s more than enough to get Chanyeol to that edge. But Jongin’s right, and if they keep this up, the rest of the day will just be uncomfortable.
He rocks slowly back against Jongin, but Jongin shakes his head, pulls Chanyeol way with the grip he has on his blazer. “Stop,” he says firmly, even though Chanyeol can tell he would much rather just continue until they both came. “Just, fuck, I don’t know,” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair and it sticks up a bit in the front, “think of Sehun in girly lingerie or something.”
Chanyeol snorts, shoving playfully at Jongin’s shoulders. “Gross,” he says, stepping backwards until the meets the other bookshelf with his back again. The space between them feels like the distance between continents, but Chanyeol focuses on the dusty books above Jongin’s head and not on the flush that’s pink against his neck or the way his shirt is ruffled and gaping open at the chest because Jongin never buttons up properly.
Jongin collapses onto the floor, stretches his legs out, and Chanyeol does the same, fitting his legs between Jongin’s. “How much longer until class--” he starts but then they hear it, the loud rustling of classes ending, chairs scraping against linoleum floors and teachers calling out to keep students quiet. Chanyeol’s not ready to move yet, focusing all his energy on willing his erection away, and they have less than ten minutes before their next class.
Either Jongin is better at controlling his libido or Chanyeol didn’t do good enough a job (he really hopes it’s not the latter), but Jongin is standing within a few minutes, stretching his arms over his head and then frowning down at the obvious wrinkles all over his shirt. He tucks the tails back into his pants and Chanyeol waves him over before he leaves.
“What?” Jongin asks, crouching down to look at Chanyeol directly, but Chanyeol just reaches out wordlessly and flattens down the front of his hair that is still sticking up. Jongin flushes a bit and tousles his hair himself, raises his eyebrows at Chanyeol for approval.
“Perfect, no one will be able to tell you ditched class to fool around,” Chanyeol snickers and Jongin’s fist meets his shoulder in a half-hearted punch.
“Meet me after class?” Jongin asks as he stands. He shoves his hands into his pockets and puts on a disinterested face like he doesn’t really care if Chanyeol says yes. Chanyeol knows him well enough to know that the blush on his cheeks and the way he’s twisting the insides of his pockets between his fingers means that he’s just nervous, that he really wants Chanyeol to say yes.
Like Chanyeol would ever say no.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol replies, “my parents and sister will be out tonight.”
Jongin flushes even deeper at the implication, and it amazes Chanyeol that he gets embarrassed like that, even though they just spent an hour making out in a library. “All right,” he says, finally, and when Chanyeol blows him a kiss in response, he rolls his eyes but laughs, big and bright, and Chanyeol’s heart feels impossibly warm.
He really hopes the rest of the day goes by incredibly fast.
p.s. check out the lovely fanart ang (keuroket) drew for this fic here!!! ♥
Title: A Start
Pairing: Kris/Kyungsoo, past Kris/Jessica, and Kris has a kid
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Wu Fan sees him almost everyday, talks to him every time he comes in, but there's something about Kyungsoo's pleasant laugh and heart-shaped smile that makes Wu Fan's heart beat a little faster than normal.
Author’s Note: This is for a qt tumblr anon who wanted a krisoo fic. I’ve never written them before but I enjoyed writing this! :D
“Here again?” a familiar voice says, pulling a smile onto Wu Fan’s lips as he looks up from the news article he’s reading on his iPad. Do Kyungsoo is grinning at him, eyes big and bright as usual, and Wu Fan ignores the way that look on his face makes his heart skip a beat.
“Well, you do make the best coffee,” Wu Fan replies and Kyungsoo laughs.
“Only coffee?”
“I suppose some of the other things on your menu are pretty good, too,” Wu Fan says airily, like he doesn’t come here almost everyday for lunch, ordering his favorite cup of coffee and one of Kyungsoo’s delicious sandwiches or soups. It’s a small little cafe just two blocks from where Wu Fan works at an advertising company, and he usually begs out of joining his coworkers for lunch to come here instead. And he resolutely denies that the reason he comes so often has anything to do with Kyungsoo and everything to do with the food.
“For that, I might make you pay extra for the refill,” Kyungsoo says, and even though he says it lightly like a joke, Wu Fan knows he really would do it.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he says to quickly pacify him, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t come here everyday if I didn’t love everything on the menu.” He ignores the very Chanyeol-like voice in the back of his head that says, You mean if you didn’t love him.” He needs to stop talking to Chanyeol.
"You're usually not here on the weekends though," Kyungsoo says and he does refill Wu Fan's empty mug of coffee before sliding into the seat opposite him at the table. He does that a lot, joining Wu Fan while he eats or works to talk to him about various things. Sometimes he complains about how his coworker Jongin spilled a bag of coffee beans all over the floor, or how his upstairs neighbors seem to enjoy bouncing a basketball on the floor at three in the morning. They're kind of-sort of friends, in that weird precipice between acquaintances and friendship that they've never fully defined. Wu Fan sees him almost everyday, talks to him every time he comes in, but there's something about Kyungsoo's pleasant laugh and heart-shaped smile that makes Wu Fan's heart beat a little faster than normal.
"I'm waiting to meet Yue," Wu Fan says and Kyungsoo's eyes light up.
"Your daughter?" he asks, looking rather excited. The first time Wu Fan had mentioned Yue, his six-year-old daughter, Kyungsoo had been incredibly surprised, but he's used to it now, hearing various stories about her when she stays with Wu Fan during the week instead of with her mother.
"Yeah, her mom's going on a business trip, so I have her for the next month," Wu Fan replies. He grins at Kyungsoo around the rim of his mug. "You finally get to meet her now."
As if on cue, Wu Fan hears the door to the cafe open and then a high-pitched, “Papa!” and before he even has the chance to turn, he’s attacked by a small girl with pigtails and eyes like his own.
“Hi, Yue,” he says, patting her on the head and she giggles into his chest before pulling away to look up at his face. She’s grinning widely and continuing to hug him so Wu Fan scoops her up into his lap which makes her squeal happily. He saw her only a week ago and somehow she already feels bigger than before, and Wu Fan will never get used to how fast kids can grow. “Where’s your mom?” he asks her, but before Yue gets the chance to answer, the familiar voice of his ex-wife says, “Right here. Yue, you forgot your things.”
“Sorry,” Yue says, scrambling off Wu Fan’s lap to take her school and sleepover bags from her mother.
Wu Fan pushes back his chair, the legs scraping a bit against the floor, to stand and greet Jessica, who gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for watching her for the whole month on such short notice,” she says, but Wu Fan waves the words away with his hand.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine,” he says, glancing down at Yue who is looking curiously at Kyungsoo. He waves at her and she clings to Wu Fan’s leg shyly but waves back.
“I should go, or I’ll miss my flight,” Jessica says, and she crouches down to give Yue a big hug. “Be good for your dad, all right?”
“I’m always good!” Yue says, pretending mock offense, and Wu Fan catches Kyungsoo’s eye and hides a laugh behind his hand.
Jessica shakes her head in amusement but pats her on the head and then she’s gone, out the door in a flash.
"Papa, who's this?" Yue asks, settling into the empty seat on Wu Fan's right. She's still looking curiously at Kyungsoo.
"This is my...friend, Kyungsoo," he says, hesitant about the word friend because they've never said so before, but Kyungsoo looks pleased, grinning widely as he turns to give Yue his full attention.
"Hi Yue," he says, holds a hand out for her to shake. She takes it with a small giggle, and he laughs, too, at her enthusiasm. "I work at this shop. I cook all of the food and make the coffee."
Yue looks at him with eyes full of wonder, like he's something amazing, and Wu Fan thinks they might have something in common, there. Then there's a sudden flash of realization across her face and she turns to Wu Fan with excitement. "Is this the friend you've told me about? Who makes your favorite coffee and has a pretty smile--"
"Yue--" Wu Fan exclaims, covering her mouth with a hand before she can say anything else. Wu Fan completely forgot all about that conversation.
Kyungsoo is staring at him with amusement, an eyebrow raised and lips curving into a smirk. "You think I have a pretty smile?" he asks teasingly and Wu Fan wonders if he's too old to hide under the table.
"I-I, um, well," Wu Fan stammers, and Yue is laughing behind his hand, reaching up with small fingers to pull him away.
"He says you're very nice and he likes talking to you," Yue continues without a care in the world, and Kyungsoo's eyes widen as he looks at Wu Fan and then back to Yue. His expression softens into clear interest and he leans across the table all conspiratorial, and Yue scrambles to do the same.
"Really? What else has he said?" he asks, flicking his gaze to Wu Fan again. He looks curious, and almost hopeful, but maybe that's just Wu Fan's mind playing tricks on him in his moment of intense panic. He just hides his face in his hands and groans, and Kyungsoo seems to take pity on him because he says, "First, Yue, do you want a snack? I can get you a yummy piece of cake if your dad says it's okay."
Yue nods excitedly, bouncing in her seat, and Wu Fan stands along with Kyungsoo, follows him up to the counter.
"I'm sorry about her," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"She's cute," Kyungsoo replies, walking around behind the counter. He pats Jongin on the shoulder as he passes him at the register, and Wu Fan follows him over to where they have desserts set out behind the glass. He points at the tiramisu, and Kyungsoo picks out a slice for Yue. "She looks like you."
“Really?” Wu Fan questions. Everyone he knows usually thinks Yue looks like Jessica. Kyungsoo smiles at him and nods, slides over the small plate with the cake over the counter to Wu Fan.
“So,” he asks, smiling widening. “You didn’t answer my question before. Do you really think I have a pretty smile?”
Wu Fan almost drops the plate in his hand. He feels a frighteningly deep blush fill his cheeks and he looks at Kyungsoo helplessly. Yes, he wants to say, and that’s not all, but the words get stuck in his throat as he opens his mouth to try to speak. “This is so embarrassing,” he mumbles, still not answering Kyungsoo’s question. He doesn’t think he can say yes, knows he couldn’t possibly lie and say no, especially since he’s terrible at hiding things, and he doesn’t want to wipe away the smile on Kyungsoo’s face either. But he doesn’t think he can admit to the fact that when he’s not adamantly trying to deny it, that he thinks Kyungsoo is really cute, the way he’s smaller than Wu Fan but has such a big presence, how he’s easy to talk to, and makes the best coffee, how Wu Fan really does like his smile, and the way their fingers brush sometimes when Kyungsoo hands him his mug, and oh god, Wu Fan really does have it bad.
He rubs his fingers against the side of his face, like he’s trying to fade away the heat there, and Kyungsoo is still looking at him almost fondly, his gaze resting warm in Wu Fan’s chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with what Yue said--”
“I’m not,” Kyungsoo cuts in. “I think you have a pretty nice smile yourself.”
Wu Fan wonders if he’s possible to die from blushing. He gapes again and it makes Kyungsoo laugh. “Are you free tomorrow around noon? Let’s have lunch together,” Kyungsoo says, and Wu Fan’s heart seems to have taken up somersaults in his chest. “Like, real lunch, not just me intruding on your lunch like I do throughout the week.”
“You’re not intruding!” Wu Fan exclaims quickly, only to flush and lower his voice. He clears his throat and says, “I-I would really like that. I mean, if you don’t mind Yue coming along.”
“Not at all,” Kyungsoo says, and he walks out from behind the counter. “I’d like to hear what other little secrets of yours she knows.” He bumps Wu Fan’s shoulder playfully, then takes the plate from his hand, walking over to where Yue is sitting to hand it to her with a big smile.
Wu Fan feels like there are butterflies in his stomach when Kyungsoo looks back at him, eyes shining and lips curved into that smile Wu Fan loves. He tries to push aside the excitement he has for tomorrow already and thinks that maybe he’ll have to buy Yue a present as thanks.
note: a;lsdkgas i hope you enjoyed these little ficlets!! thank you for reading~~ ♥ °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Title: Be quiet
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: Hard R for blowjob and vaguely mentioned crossdressing lol
Summary: AU. He can’t fucking believe Jongin shoved him underneath because of a phone call. (Or, Chanyeol sucks Jongin off while he’s on the phone.)
Author’s Note: 1204 words. Idk how this happened I think there was a lot of talk about Chanyeol in glasses and I mostly blame Ang and Nikki. :<
The rough carpet presses painfully against Chanyeol’s knees as he hides underneath Jongin’s desk and tries not to hit his head. He can’t fucking believe Jongin shoved him underneath because of a phone call; it’s not like whoever was on the other end would see him! Everyone else in the office had left already, which is the only reason Chanyeol was in Jongin’s private office in the first place, dressed in his short pinstripe skirt and matching blazer. The sheer black stockings were starting to sort of itch too and Chanyeol really hopes Jongin’s phone call doesn’t take very long, especially since Chanyeol is still half-hard from when he’d climbed up onto Jongin’s lap to make out before the call came.
Chanyeol pushes his glasses up his nose as they start to slip and stares at Jongin’s leg that is jiggling a little, foot tapping up and down and almost squishing Chanyeol’s fingers. He reaches out and presses a hand to his thigh and Jongin just about jumps, like he forgot Chanyeol was under the desk. Now that definitely won’t do, Chanyeol thinks, pouting as he gently pushes Jongin back on his chair, the wheels squeaking a bit, and it’s just enough so that Chanyeol can see Jongin’s face when he looks down.
Right now he looks at him with half-irritation, half-incredulity, and Chanyeol just smirks up at him. When he undoes the zipper on Jongin’s dress pants, Jongin tries to shove his hands away, but he’s not effective in the least. Chanyeol presses his palm against the bulge in Jongin’s underwear, rubs slowly up and down until Jongin is gasping into the phone.
“Ye-Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine,” Jongin says in a rush and Chanyeol has to stifle his laughter with a hand. He doesn’t exactly want to get Jongin into any trouble. Jongin shoots Chanyeol a glare but Chanyeol just grins at him.
“Be quiet,” he whispers and Jongin opens his mouth like he’s about to snap, “Why?” except he remembers at the last minute he’s on the phone and says, “I understand, sir, that’s a good idea.”
Chanyeol thinks Jongin’s phone call has really gone on long enough and wonders how far he can take this before Jongin makes up an excuse and hangs up. He pulls Jongin’s pants and underwear down his thighs as much as he can, and Jongin is still glaring at him but when Chanyeol wraps his hand around his erection, his expression fades into something much more like bliss. He licks his lips and stares, wide-eyed, as Chanyeol strokes him slowly from base to tip, thumbing over the slit until Jongin lets out a strangled sort of sob.
Then, Chanyeol leans forward and licks a stripe straight up Jongin’s cock and Jongin clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan. The response is delightful and Chanyeol wants to see if he can really make Jongin moan out loud, forget he’s even on the phone because his attention is all on Chanyeol. Smirking, Chanyeol wraps his lips around the head of Jongin’s cock and sucks, hard, flicks his tongue over the tip and then takes him down inch by inch. The hand not holding onto phone finds Chanyeol’s hair and grips so tight Chanyeol groans around Jongin, which only has Jongin bucking his hips up instinctively.
“Oh my god-” Jongin gasps, but a split second later recalls where he is, and what he should be doing and stammers out a, “I’m sorry! I, uh, thought there was a-a-bug.”
Chanyeol has to pull away to press his face against Jongin’s knee and laugh, and Jongin pulls at Chanyeol’s hair in retaliation. Jongin tugs Chanyeol back in place then, releases his hair to take his own cock in hand. He rubs the tip across Chanyeol’s lips, and Chanyeol opens his mouth, laps up the bitter precome at the head.
“You like this, don’t you?” Chanyeol whispers again, casting a glance to the phone and then back.
So do you, Jongin mouths back and Chanyeol responds by taking Jongin past his lips again. He grips onto Jongin’s thighs and works his way down slowly, Jongin pushing gently up into his mouth for more. Once Chanyeol’s lips meet Jongin’s fingers still wrapped around the base of his cock, Jongin slides his hand along Chanyeol’s cheek, fixes the glasses that have started slipping, and finds Chanyeol’s hair again.
Chanyeol flicks his eyes up to look at Jongin as he finally takes him in all the way, the tip of Jongin’s dick flirting with the back of his throat. Jongin’s mouth his open, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and he looks like he’s seconds away from throwing the phone in his hand to the ground and fucking Chanyeol’s face earnestly. Holding onto his gaze, Chanyeol sucks him quickly, head bobbing up and down, and he can feel Jongin getting closer and closer.
“I-I-uh, sir, I’ll have to call you back later, something just came up that I have to, oh, take care of,” Jongin says hastily into the phone and he doesn’t even wait for a response before he’s hanging up.
Chanyeol lets go off his dick and asks, “Was that a good idea?” His voice comes out hoarse.
“Was that a good idea?” Jongin exclaims. “Was what you were doing a good fucking idea?”
“I think so,” Chanyeol says, lazily stroking Jongin’s erection as he speaks. “Didn’t you like it?”
“No,” Jongin hisses but they both now that’s a blatant lie. “But, now that I’m off the phone you can finish what you started.” He pushes Chanyeol back, hand pressed flat against the back of his neck.
Chanyeol obliges without a word, swirling his tongue around the head and enjoying Jongin’s pleased moan in full volume.
“Oh god,” Jongin groans, rocking his hips into Chanyeol’s mouth once, twice, before he suddenly grips Chanyeol’s hair and yanks him backward.
Surprised, Chanyeol looks up at him quickly, about to ask what, when Jongin’s other hand runs up and down his cock in quick, firm strokes. Jongin comes with a low moan right onto Chanyeol’s face, white streaks hitting the lenses of his glasses and burning hot against his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Jongin breathes, as Chanyeol licks up the come that landed on his lips, then leans forward to run his tongue over the head of Jongin’s cock again. Jongin hisses between his teeth at the oversensitivity and pushes Chanyeol away.
Chanyeol just laughs. “I can’t believe you came on my glasses,” he says. “And I loved this pair, too.” He pouts, reaches up to grab his glasses to wipe them off but Jongin stops him.
“That’s what you get,” Jongin says. He easily zips himself back up and then yanks Chanyeol to his feet with him, pushes him up against his desk. A hand slides down Chanyeol’s chest and rubs against the front of his skirt where his own erection is hard up against it and Chanyeol shudders underneath Jongin’s touch. “You can leave the glasses on until I make you come,” Jongin says, and then kisses him before Chanyeol has a chance to respond.
Title: Stolen Moment
Pairing: Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: PG-13
Summary: hs!AU. Chanyeol would definitely rather spend an hour making out with Jongin in the back of the school library than sit through a boring lecture about mathematics.
Author’s Note: 1872 words. I had this prompt of “chankai - making out in the library” from this prompt generator saved for ages and finally just went with it. I really kind of love this little ficlet lol. :3
Chanyeol’s head collides into the metal bar of the shelf as Jongin pushes him up against it with more force than strictly necessary. It’s hot, though, the clear eagerness in Jongin’s eyes, the way his hands are fisted into the lapels of Chanyeol’s uniform. They’ll both probably get into trouble for ditching class later, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made, and Chanyeol would definitely rather spend an hour making out with Jongin in the back of the school library than sit through a boring lecture about mathematics.
“That hurt,” he mutters to Jongin who just rolls his eyes and kisses the side of his throat. Chanyeol hisses at the hot puffs of air clinging to his skin, tightens his grip onto Jongin’s white button-down, his own uniform blazer probably left back in the classroom.
“Don’t be a baby,” Jongin whispers back, but then he’s tugging Chanyeol down just a bit so their mouths meet, leaving no room for conversation. And that’s perfectly fine with Chanyeol, who finds the softness of Jongin’s mouth incredibly inticing, the taste of minty chapstick on his lips familiar. Jongin sighs into his mouth, and his hands unclench from his blazer to slide up behind his neck, fingers gently caressing short tufts of hair before interlocking against the nape. Chanyeol pulls Jongin closer, hands resting at the small of his back and Chanyeol leans against the bookshelf carefully, not wanting to end up toppling anything over and attracting attention of their strict librarian, who wouldn’t hesitate to report them for skipping class.
It’s not their first time, either, so chances are this time they won’t get away with a simple slap on the wrist. Chanyeol would rather not get another detention slip, especially considering his parents are already on his back for his wild behavior, nevermind the fact that he’s maintaining straight As in all his classes. Who cares if he misses one or two because he’d rather do this?
“You’re thinking too much,” Jongin says, pulling away to gasp, breath hot on his chin. He stares imploringly into Chanyeol’s eyes like he’s trying to figure out what he’s thinking about that’s more important than making out, and Chanyeol chuckles softly, reaches up a hand to push Jongin’s bangs from his face.
“Sorry, sorry,” Chanyeol says appeasingly, and catches Jongin’s mouth in his before Jongin can say another word. He swipes his tongue across Jongin’s teeth, licks along the hollow of his cheeks and kisses so deeply he feels his head spin. The deep moan Jongin lets out seems to reverberate down Chanyeol’s spine and he instinctively pulls him even closer, like he’s trying to mold their bodies into one.
Jongin’s feet bump against his own and Chanyeol straightens up a bit so he’s not leaning against the bookshelf, but pressed up against it exactly, metal bars digging into the small of his back just above the waist of his slacks. Now Jongin seems to fit against him even better, chest sliding against Chanyeol’s, and fabric rustling between them, and in the quiet of the library every tiny moment sounds as loud as a gunshot in Chanyeol’s ears.
He gasps when Jongin presses a knee between his thighs, a little too rough, because the books behind Chanyeol shuffle and they both pause for a second, breaking the kiss to stare at each other and hope nothing falls. Nothing does, and in the next second, they’re back together again, and Chanyeol’s yanking Jongin’s shirt out from where it’s tucked into his pants so he can slip his hands up along his back.
A sigh falls from Jongin’s lips and he bites lightly into Chanyeol’s lower lip, working the flesh between his teeth as Chanyeol’s nails drag down his skin.
“Shit,” Jongin hisses, pulling away to press his forehead against Chanyeol’s shoulder and catch his breath. Grinning down at him, Chanyeol slides his hands out from under his shirt, grabs his ass instead and drags him close, grinds up against him and Jongin’s gasp is almost too loud.
“Shh,” Chanyeol reprimands, and Jongin just clenches his fingers into a tight fist into Chanyeol’s hair at the back of his neck. The grin fades from his lips as he rocks his hips into Jongin’s again, and the delicious friction is a bit too much too soon. “Hey,” he says softly, just loud enough to catch Jongin’s attention, and Jongin straightens, looks up into Chanyeol’s eyes expectantly. “Kiss me.”
There’s a slight pull to Jongin’s lips, a quick quirk of a smile, and then he is, closing the little space between them again with wet lips. Jongin leads this time, delving into Chanyeol’s mouth with a sort of enthusiasm that surprises Chanyeol sometimes, because Jongin is usually the one who shies away from the little bouts of affection that Chanyeol showers him with throughout the day. He gets so easily embarrassed, then, and sometimes incredible grumpy, ignoring Chanyeol and all his advances, only to come back later twice as hard, kissing Chanyeol until his lips are bruised and he’s out of breath.
It’s like that now, fierceful kisses that knock the wind out of Chanyeol and his heart out of his chest, the way it’s beating so hard, but he loves this side of Jongin as much as he loves every other side of him. Right now he likes this the most, because a determined Jongin is a sexy Jongin, and Chanyeol really can’t get enough of him, pushing up against him and kissing back with as much energy as Jongin puts in.
And he can feel Jongin hard between his legs, too, and Chanyeol is just about there as well, heat pooling low in his belly. He’s not sure of how much time has passed, how much longer they can hide out back here before someone sees, but he doesn’t exactly feel like rushing, either. Instead, he enjoys the tiny hiccupping moans that Jongin lets out, how he kisses his way slowly down Chanyeol’s neck, tongue impossibly hot against his skin. Chanyeol fights back the deep groan that threatens to escape his mouth, tilting his head back and colliding painfully with a thick book high on the shelf.
Nothing seems to fall over, though, so he stays there, eyelids fluttering shut as he clenches fingers through Jongin’s hair and gasps when Jongin’s teeth scrape over his collarbone, pushing aside his blazer to get there. “Jongin,” he whispers, trying to keep his naturally loud voice quiet, but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult as Jongin ruts against his hip and his fingertips press hard into the back of his neck.
Chanyeol gasps as Jongin’ nips at his earlobe, tugs at it between his teeth, and it pulls a low sound from Chanyeol’s throat and he pushes Jongin back hard by the shoulders. Jongin looks momentarily confused, eyes wide and bright, lips all beautifully red and swollen, but before he can say anything, Chanyeol is stepping up to him and pinning him back into the opposite bookcase. Jongin gasps, hands grabbing onto the ledges of the bookshelves and a few books topple over where there aren’t enough on the row to keep them standing up tight. The tiny thud seems impossibly loud, but Chanyeol pays it no attention, instead focusing on sliding his hips against Jongin’s and holding his jaw in a hand.
Jongin hisses out a “Fuck,” before Chanyeol kisses him, all harsh breaths through their noses and slick sounds of tongues coiling together. “W-Wait,” gasps Jongin, licking his lips, hands sliding around Chanyeol’s waist to grip into his blazer. “I don’t want to fucking come in my pants like this--”
“We don’t have time for anything else,” Chanyeol says. He sucks a ragged breath between his teeth as Jongin pitches his hips forward and grinds into him again, and it really is so good, just being with Jongin like this, knowing that they’re skipping class, and hiding in the fucking library where anyone could find them, it’s more than enough to get Chanyeol to that edge. But Jongin’s right, and if they keep this up, the rest of the day will just be uncomfortable.
He rocks slowly back against Jongin, but Jongin shakes his head, pulls Chanyeol way with the grip he has on his blazer. “Stop,” he says firmly, even though Chanyeol can tell he would much rather just continue until they both came. “Just, fuck, I don’t know,” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair and it sticks up a bit in the front, “think of Sehun in girly lingerie or something.”
Chanyeol snorts, shoving playfully at Jongin’s shoulders. “Gross,” he says, stepping backwards until the meets the other bookshelf with his back again. The space between them feels like the distance between continents, but Chanyeol focuses on the dusty books above Jongin’s head and not on the flush that’s pink against his neck or the way his shirt is ruffled and gaping open at the chest because Jongin never buttons up properly.
Jongin collapses onto the floor, stretches his legs out, and Chanyeol does the same, fitting his legs between Jongin’s. “How much longer until class--” he starts but then they hear it, the loud rustling of classes ending, chairs scraping against linoleum floors and teachers calling out to keep students quiet. Chanyeol’s not ready to move yet, focusing all his energy on willing his erection away, and they have less than ten minutes before their next class.
Either Jongin is better at controlling his libido or Chanyeol didn’t do good enough a job (he really hopes it’s not the latter), but Jongin is standing within a few minutes, stretching his arms over his head and then frowning down at the obvious wrinkles all over his shirt. He tucks the tails back into his pants and Chanyeol waves him over before he leaves.
“What?” Jongin asks, crouching down to look at Chanyeol directly, but Chanyeol just reaches out wordlessly and flattens down the front of his hair that is still sticking up. Jongin flushes a bit and tousles his hair himself, raises his eyebrows at Chanyeol for approval.
“Perfect, no one will be able to tell you ditched class to fool around,” Chanyeol snickers and Jongin’s fist meets his shoulder in a half-hearted punch.
“Meet me after class?” Jongin asks as he stands. He shoves his hands into his pockets and puts on a disinterested face like he doesn’t really care if Chanyeol says yes. Chanyeol knows him well enough to know that the blush on his cheeks and the way he’s twisting the insides of his pockets between his fingers means that he’s just nervous, that he really wants Chanyeol to say yes.
Like Chanyeol would ever say no.
“Yeah,” Chanyeol replies, “my parents and sister will be out tonight.”
Jongin flushes even deeper at the implication, and it amazes Chanyeol that he gets embarrassed like that, even though they just spent an hour making out in a library. “All right,” he says, finally, and when Chanyeol blows him a kiss in response, he rolls his eyes but laughs, big and bright, and Chanyeol’s heart feels impossibly warm.
He really hopes the rest of the day goes by incredibly fast.
p.s. check out the lovely fanart ang (keuroket) drew for this fic here!!! ♥
Title: A Start
Pairing: Kris/Kyungsoo, past Kris/Jessica, and Kris has a kid
Rating: PG
Summary: AU. Wu Fan sees him almost everyday, talks to him every time he comes in, but there's something about Kyungsoo's pleasant laugh and heart-shaped smile that makes Wu Fan's heart beat a little faster than normal.
Author’s Note: This is for a qt tumblr anon who wanted a krisoo fic. I’ve never written them before but I enjoyed writing this! :D
“Here again?” a familiar voice says, pulling a smile onto Wu Fan’s lips as he looks up from the news article he’s reading on his iPad. Do Kyungsoo is grinning at him, eyes big and bright as usual, and Wu Fan ignores the way that look on his face makes his heart skip a beat.
“Well, you do make the best coffee,” Wu Fan replies and Kyungsoo laughs.
“Only coffee?”
“I suppose some of the other things on your menu are pretty good, too,” Wu Fan says airily, like he doesn’t come here almost everyday for lunch, ordering his favorite cup of coffee and one of Kyungsoo’s delicious sandwiches or soups. It’s a small little cafe just two blocks from where Wu Fan works at an advertising company, and he usually begs out of joining his coworkers for lunch to come here instead. And he resolutely denies that the reason he comes so often has anything to do with Kyungsoo and everything to do with the food.
“For that, I might make you pay extra for the refill,” Kyungsoo says, and even though he says it lightly like a joke, Wu Fan knows he really would do it.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he says to quickly pacify him, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t come here everyday if I didn’t love everything on the menu.” He ignores the very Chanyeol-like voice in the back of his head that says, You mean if you didn’t love him.” He needs to stop talking to Chanyeol.
"You're usually not here on the weekends though," Kyungsoo says and he does refill Wu Fan's empty mug of coffee before sliding into the seat opposite him at the table. He does that a lot, joining Wu Fan while he eats or works to talk to him about various things. Sometimes he complains about how his coworker Jongin spilled a bag of coffee beans all over the floor, or how his upstairs neighbors seem to enjoy bouncing a basketball on the floor at three in the morning. They're kind of-sort of friends, in that weird precipice between acquaintances and friendship that they've never fully defined. Wu Fan sees him almost everyday, talks to him every time he comes in, but there's something about Kyungsoo's pleasant laugh and heart-shaped smile that makes Wu Fan's heart beat a little faster than normal.
"I'm waiting to meet Yue," Wu Fan says and Kyungsoo's eyes light up.
"Your daughter?" he asks, looking rather excited. The first time Wu Fan had mentioned Yue, his six-year-old daughter, Kyungsoo had been incredibly surprised, but he's used to it now, hearing various stories about her when she stays with Wu Fan during the week instead of with her mother.
"Yeah, her mom's going on a business trip, so I have her for the next month," Wu Fan replies. He grins at Kyungsoo around the rim of his mug. "You finally get to meet her now."
As if on cue, Wu Fan hears the door to the cafe open and then a high-pitched, “Papa!” and before he even has the chance to turn, he’s attacked by a small girl with pigtails and eyes like his own.
“Hi, Yue,” he says, patting her on the head and she giggles into his chest before pulling away to look up at his face. She’s grinning widely and continuing to hug him so Wu Fan scoops her up into his lap which makes her squeal happily. He saw her only a week ago and somehow she already feels bigger than before, and Wu Fan will never get used to how fast kids can grow. “Where’s your mom?” he asks her, but before Yue gets the chance to answer, the familiar voice of his ex-wife says, “Right here. Yue, you forgot your things.”
“Sorry,” Yue says, scrambling off Wu Fan’s lap to take her school and sleepover bags from her mother.
Wu Fan pushes back his chair, the legs scraping a bit against the floor, to stand and greet Jessica, who gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for watching her for the whole month on such short notice,” she says, but Wu Fan waves the words away with his hand.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll be fine,” he says, glancing down at Yue who is looking curiously at Kyungsoo. He waves at her and she clings to Wu Fan’s leg shyly but waves back.
“I should go, or I’ll miss my flight,” Jessica says, and she crouches down to give Yue a big hug. “Be good for your dad, all right?”
“I’m always good!” Yue says, pretending mock offense, and Wu Fan catches Kyungsoo’s eye and hides a laugh behind his hand.
Jessica shakes her head in amusement but pats her on the head and then she’s gone, out the door in a flash.
"Papa, who's this?" Yue asks, settling into the empty seat on Wu Fan's right. She's still looking curiously at Kyungsoo.
"This is my...friend, Kyungsoo," he says, hesitant about the word friend because they've never said so before, but Kyungsoo looks pleased, grinning widely as he turns to give Yue his full attention.
"Hi Yue," he says, holds a hand out for her to shake. She takes it with a small giggle, and he laughs, too, at her enthusiasm. "I work at this shop. I cook all of the food and make the coffee."
Yue looks at him with eyes full of wonder, like he's something amazing, and Wu Fan thinks they might have something in common, there. Then there's a sudden flash of realization across her face and she turns to Wu Fan with excitement. "Is this the friend you've told me about? Who makes your favorite coffee and has a pretty smile--"
"Yue--" Wu Fan exclaims, covering her mouth with a hand before she can say anything else. Wu Fan completely forgot all about that conversation.
Kyungsoo is staring at him with amusement, an eyebrow raised and lips curving into a smirk. "You think I have a pretty smile?" he asks teasingly and Wu Fan wonders if he's too old to hide under the table.
"I-I, um, well," Wu Fan stammers, and Yue is laughing behind his hand, reaching up with small fingers to pull him away.
"He says you're very nice and he likes talking to you," Yue continues without a care in the world, and Kyungsoo's eyes widen as he looks at Wu Fan and then back to Yue. His expression softens into clear interest and he leans across the table all conspiratorial, and Yue scrambles to do the same.
"Really? What else has he said?" he asks, flicking his gaze to Wu Fan again. He looks curious, and almost hopeful, but maybe that's just Wu Fan's mind playing tricks on him in his moment of intense panic. He just hides his face in his hands and groans, and Kyungsoo seems to take pity on him because he says, "First, Yue, do you want a snack? I can get you a yummy piece of cake if your dad says it's okay."
Yue nods excitedly, bouncing in her seat, and Wu Fan stands along with Kyungsoo, follows him up to the counter.
"I'm sorry about her," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"She's cute," Kyungsoo replies, walking around behind the counter. He pats Jongin on the shoulder as he passes him at the register, and Wu Fan follows him over to where they have desserts set out behind the glass. He points at the tiramisu, and Kyungsoo picks out a slice for Yue. "She looks like you."
“Really?” Wu Fan questions. Everyone he knows usually thinks Yue looks like Jessica. Kyungsoo smiles at him and nods, slides over the small plate with the cake over the counter to Wu Fan.
“So,” he asks, smiling widening. “You didn’t answer my question before. Do you really think I have a pretty smile?”
Wu Fan almost drops the plate in his hand. He feels a frighteningly deep blush fill his cheeks and he looks at Kyungsoo helplessly. Yes, he wants to say, and that’s not all, but the words get stuck in his throat as he opens his mouth to try to speak. “This is so embarrassing,” he mumbles, still not answering Kyungsoo’s question. He doesn’t think he can say yes, knows he couldn’t possibly lie and say no, especially since he’s terrible at hiding things, and he doesn’t want to wipe away the smile on Kyungsoo’s face either. But he doesn’t think he can admit to the fact that when he’s not adamantly trying to deny it, that he thinks Kyungsoo is really cute, the way he’s smaller than Wu Fan but has such a big presence, how he’s easy to talk to, and makes the best coffee, how Wu Fan really does like his smile, and the way their fingers brush sometimes when Kyungsoo hands him his mug, and oh god, Wu Fan really does have it bad.
He rubs his fingers against the side of his face, like he’s trying to fade away the heat there, and Kyungsoo is still looking at him almost fondly, his gaze resting warm in Wu Fan’s chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with what Yue said--”
“I’m not,” Kyungsoo cuts in. “I think you have a pretty nice smile yourself.”
Wu Fan wonders if he’s possible to die from blushing. He gapes again and it makes Kyungsoo laugh. “Are you free tomorrow around noon? Let’s have lunch together,” Kyungsoo says, and Wu Fan’s heart seems to have taken up somersaults in his chest. “Like, real lunch, not just me intruding on your lunch like I do throughout the week.”
“You’re not intruding!” Wu Fan exclaims quickly, only to flush and lower his voice. He clears his throat and says, “I-I would really like that. I mean, if you don’t mind Yue coming along.”
“Not at all,” Kyungsoo says, and he walks out from behind the counter. “I’d like to hear what other little secrets of yours she knows.” He bumps Wu Fan’s shoulder playfully, then takes the plate from his hand, walking over to where Yue is sitting to hand it to her with a big smile.
Wu Fan feels like there are butterflies in his stomach when Kyungsoo looks back at him, eyes shining and lips curved into that smile Wu Fan loves. He tries to push aside the excitement he has for tomorrow already and thinks that maybe he’ll have to buy Yue a present as thanks.
note: a;lsdkgas i hope you enjoyed these little ficlets!! thank you for reading~~ ♥ °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°