k-pop; a bunch of kaiyeol drabbles/ficlets

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drops 10k of kaiyeol drabbles and runs away

too early / g / au / prompt

It’s a Saturday morning and Chanyeol wakes up earlier than usual, blinking through the brightness and gently stretching his body along the length of the bed. He sighs at the slight kinks work themselves out of his muscles and only stops fidgeting when Jongin makes a grumbling noise against his chest. Smiling slowly, he stares down at his boyfriend, the mop of dark hair and the side of his face that’s barely visible and he settles back against the pillows for a moment, lightly ruffling Jongin’s hair without waking him.

The need to move gets the better of him before long and Chanyeol knows he won’t be able to fall back asleep anyway, so it’s probably time to start the day. He’s careful as he unwinds Jongin from him and slips out of bed. The floor is cool under his feet while the apartment itself feels a little muggy from the unyielding summer heat. He scratches at his chin as he wanders into the kitchen to put on some coffee, wonders if he should even bother with shaving, and then heads for the bathroom to quickly wash up.

He’s about to jump in the shower when he hears a low groan from the bedroom and a lot of shuffling, and he can just imagine Jongin rolling around in bed, trying to fight back the hands that pull him out of slumber. Sure enough, when Chanyeol walks back over, Jongin is splayed out across the bed, the light blanket bunched up at the foot of it and his face scrunched up in desperate attempt to stay asleep.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Chanyeol says softly and Jongin groans again before peeking open one eye.

“It’s too early,” he whines. He curls over onto his side, both eyes open now, and flops a hand out toward Chanyeol. “Come back to bed.”

Chanyeol obliges because he’s always had difficulty saying no, and a sleepy pouty Jongin is even harder to deny. Jongin’s hands fist into his shirt and yank him down into bed and Chanyeol’s laugh, probably too loud for so early, still manages to make Jongin smile. He wraps his arms around Jongin’s body and feels the way Jongin takes a deep breath against his chest, forehead pressed to the center and fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt in the back.

“Stay like this,” Jongin says after a moment. “You always get out of bed early.”

“Aw, Jongin,” Chanyeol says, grinning, “I didn’t know you wanted to start everyday with cuddles.”

Jongin makes a slightly mortified noise and then smacks his back lightly with a hand. “Not always, idiot,” he mumbles. “Just sometimes.”

“I’ll cuddle with you whenever you want, Jongin,” Chanyeol tells him seriously, but Jongin must be able to tell he’s still mostly teasing because he suddenly pulls away to instead shove Chanyeol hard. Chanyeol laughs loudly as he almost falls from the bed, catching himself in time as Jongin scowls at him.

“Never mind,” he says, “it’s too hot to cuddle.”

Chanyeol chuckles softly, scotting back over and pulling Jongin into his arms and Jongin only protests for a second before he relaxes. His feet is warm where it runs down the back of Chanyeol’s calf and Chanyeol can see the quirk of a smile when he sweeps down to kiss the tip of his nose.

“So lame,” Jongin says but only squeezes him tighter.

“You’re gonna have to get out of bed at some point,” Chanyeol points out.

Jongin presses his lips to Chanyeol’s collarbone, just poking out from under the collar of his shirt and says, “Later,” and Chanyeol smiles and thinks later sounds perfectly good to him, too.

paradise / g / au / prompt

The white sand shores are really something, but not as beautiful as the smile Jongin has on his face as he runs back out from the waves, shaking wet hair from his face and onto Chanyeol.

“You’re like a puppy,” Chanyeol laughs, reaching for a towel to plop onto Jongin’s head as he sits down in the sand next to him. Jongin grins at him from under his towel cave, tanned arms reaching up to ruffle the excess water from his hair. His surfboard is lying on the ground next to him now, and Chanyeol watches as a bead of water trails over Jongin’s collarbone and down his chest.

“You should come out with me,” Jongin says once he’s finished, and Chanyeol takes the towel from him before he tosses it into the sand. “I’ll teach you how to surf.”

“You’re always telling me I have trouble walking on normal days, how do you think I’m gonna make it on a surfboard?” Chanyeol says, grinning with amusement. Jongin’s excitement is contagious, ever since they’d landed at the Maui airport, Jongin has been looking around with wide eyes and Chanyeol has maybe been too amused by him to properly take in the sights himself. That’s okay, because they still have a full week here, just the two of them, to spend together.

“I guess you have a point there,” Jongin says, leaning back onto the sand and wincing only a little at how hot it is against his bare back. Jongin is probably going to drag in half the beach with him into their suite later, but Chanyeol can’t find it in him to care. “Then we should do something else,” he continues, turning to look at Chanyeol and holding a hand above his eyes to block out the sun. “You’re just sitting here and reading.”

Chanyeol grins, looking down at his book and then at Jongin. “I don’t know,” he says, “the book is awfully interesting. I can’t just stop halfway through.”

Jongin plucks the book from his hands and drops it into the sand by Chanyeol’s feet and with it out of the way, Jongin climbs into Chanyeol’s lap, getting sand and water everywhere. His hands are cool from the waves, his lips moreso, but his tongue is warm and hot in Chanyeol’s mouth and Chanyeol’s grin only widens as his hands find his hips. It’s easier to be this bold on a beach in Hawaii, where no one is paying them any attention, and Chanyeol loves that he can kiss Jongin completely breathless under the sun, with the soothing sounds of the waves rolling onto the shore.

“Okay,” Chanyeol whispers when they part. “You’ve convinced me.”

Jongin’s laughter is just as bright as this day, and Chanyeol is so glad he gets it all to himself for a whole week. Jongin stands then, wiping sand off his swim trunks, and then holds a hand out for Chanyeol. He takes it, lets himself be pulled up, and wraps an arm around Jongin’s still slightly damp waist.

“What should we do first, then?” he asks and Jongin pretends to think about it for a moment before he suddenly darts away, toward the water and Chanyeol shakes his head before he chases after.

i’ll keep you warm / g / au / prompt

“Just come back to my place,” Jongin says, staring at Chanyeol in worry. He’s drenched from head to toe and shivering slightly, and Jongin’s umbrella is definitely not big enough for the both of them. “It’s closer and I don’t want you to get sick. You can wait out until the storm ends.”

Chanyeol purses his lips together for a second before he breaks out into smile and lightly bumps a shoulder with Jongin’s. “Thank you,” he says and Jongin grins back at him.

It’s only two blocks, and they run as fast as they can, but they’re both a mess by the time they make it to Jongin’s apartment building. Once in the comfort of his apartment, Monggu barking at them excitedly the second they step in, Jongin sets his umbrella down and peels off his layers, watching as Chanyeol does the same, his red hair matted to his forehead. He sneezes suddenly, as he takes off his shoes and Jongin mutters, “Shit,” under his breath before hastily running down the hall.

He finds a few clean towels and brings them back, handing them over to Chanyeol who takes them gratefully. “You should take off your clothes,” Jongin says and Chanyeol lowers the towel from his face to leer at him.

“Oh, really?” he says, waggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly that makes Jongin laugh and shove him.

“Just so you don’t catch a cold!” he exclaims before turning on his heel and stomping toward his bedroom. Chanyeol follows after quickly, slinging a wet arm around Jongin’s shoulders. “You’re gonna get me even more wet,” he chides, but doesn’t really try to shake Chanyeol off him.

“You’re so cute,” Chanyeol says, only he follows it up with another sneeze, jerking violently away from Jongin and stumbling right into the bedroom door frame. He whines, lower lip jutting out in a pout, and with his ruffled wet hair and his soaked clothes clinging to his body, Jongin thinks Chanyeol looks really cute.

“Here,” Jongin says, quickly pulling out a few pairs of clothes that he thinks will fit Chanyeol well enough. At least he’ll be warm. He hands them to him and points to the bathroom. “Go change. You can shower, too, if you’d like.”

Chanyeol nods, then reaches out to push Jongin’s own damp hair back from his face. Jongin shivers at the touch, or maybe it’s from the fact he suddenly realizes how cold he feels, having been so concerned about Chanyeol that he forgot he’s still in his drenched clothing, too. “You, too,” Chanyeol says, pulling at Jongin’s shirt a bit, and his voice sounds so much lower than usual, but the smile he gives Jongin afterward, is the same.

Jongin swallows and nods. His hair flops back into his face. “Okay,” he says, unsure why he feels so strange, and he’s only able to breathe properly once Chanyeol’s disappeared into the bathroom.

Jongin strips out of his clothing quickly, pulling on some comfy sweatpants and a tank shirt he usually sleeps in, before chucking his wet clothes into his hamper to deal with later. He finds another towel to dry his hair with as he wanders over to the kitchen, hoping there’s something there for them to eat, enough to warm them both up.

He’s a little embarrassed to find mostly instant ramyeon, but he figures that will, at least, fight the cold of their bones, and he’s starting up on the second when Chanyeol finally emerges. He looks much more comfortable now, a slight pink to his cheeks probably from a quick shower, and the pants Jongin gave him just little short at the ankle. Chanyeol doesn’t seem bothered, however, peering over Jongin’s shoulder at their meal and swiping the cup that’s already done.

“Can I?” he asks and Jongin nods.

“It’s yours,” he says and Chanyeol beams at him. He heads over to the couch and settles down and chuckles loud enough for Jongin to hear when Monggu plops himself on Chanyeol’s lap. Jongin watches him for a few seconds, a little mesmerized by how easily Chanyeol fits himself into his apartment, despite this being probably the third time he’s been around.

The microwave beeping at him has Jongin jumping, swirling around to grab his own ramyeon. He joins Chanyeol on the couch soon after, and a few mouthfuls of ramyeon has Jongin warming up considerably. He glances at Chanyeol, who has turned on the television and is laughing at some game show, and asks, “Are you still cold?”

Chanyeol looks at him, chopsticks raised halfway to his mouth and noodles dangling from the end. He makes a soft noise of contemplation, before he suddenly drops the noodles back into the cup and sets the whole thing on the coffee table. Jongin blinks at him and feels his face burn when Chanyeol throws an arm around his shoulders and drags him close, until Jongin’s right thigh is pressed up against Chanyeol’s left and he feels hotter than the ramyeon could ever have made him.

“No,” Chanyeol says, “this is just warm enough.”

Jongin’s heart is beating loudly in his ears and he feels a little like he did before, out of breath, even though this isn’t the first time they’ve ever been this close. He stares at Chanyeol for a long moment, and the smile that Chanyeol gives him, fond and warmer than the ramyeon, the dry clothes, his arm wrapped around him, makes Jongin flustered but oh so happy.

He turns back to the television, shoveling some noodles into his mouth, and says nothing. He doesn’t have to; instead he leans into Chanyeol’s embrace, lets the heat from his body melt into his own, and the glimmer of hope in burn hot in his chest when Chanyeol squeezes him closer.

start of something good / g / au, warning for mpreg / prompt

Dr. Jung smiles at Jongin as she delivers the news and Jongin stares at her, unblinkingly for a few seconds, before dropping his gaze down at his stomach. He pats it through his shirt, surprised, happy, scared, all at once, because fuck, he’s pregnant.

It’s not that he hasn’t guessed already. He could tell, since a week or so ago, that something about his body was off, but he just expected it to maybe be some kind of flu or something that was going around. Pregnancy had crossed his mind once before he’d woken up two days in a row with a great need to throw up, and that’s when he’d booked an appointment with his doctor to check.

And now, now it was real. Jongin is pregnant.

Shit, he wonders after he’s thanked Dr. Jung and made his way out of the hospital. How is going to tell Chanyeol?

~

It’s definitely not that he thinks Chanyeol will be upset. On the contrary, Chanyeol will probably be more excited than Jongin feels right now. They’ve been talking about having a kid for over a year now, but it hadn’t been something they were actively trying to accomplish. It’s all a bit sudden, if this pregnancy, that Jongin is kind of lost. He wishes he could call Chanyeol up right now and tell him, but Chanyeol is probably teaching a class right now and Jongin wouldn’t put it past him to skip the rest of the day once he found out.

Besides, Jongin doesn’t want to tell him over the phone.

It’s difficult to keep the news to himself, though, so he calls his mother when he gets home and after she screeches at him for awhile over how excited she is, he makes her promise not to go telling anyone else before he can tell Chanyeol himself. She agrees in the end and Jongin has to practically hang up on her before she starts lecturing him on how carefully he has to take care of himself.

He calls Sehun after that, and he reacts so uninterested Jongin wonders if he even heard what he said.

“That’s it?” he says, “that’s all you have to say? ‘Oh’?”

“Congrats?” Sehun offers, sounding bored.

Jongin frowns at the ceiling of the bedroom from where he’s lying in bed, one hand on his stomach again. He hasn’t been able to stop touching, even though he knows he won’t feel the baby for months to come. “You’re the worst best friend,” he says.

“You still love me,” he says. “Which is why you’re telling me before you even tell Chanyeol.”

“Don’t put it like that,” Jongin grumbles. “I will literally go crazy if I have to keep it a secret until Chanyeol gets home.”

“Whatever, I’m still more important,” Sehun says and Jongin rolls his eyes and actually does hang up on him, tossing his phone to the side of the bed.

He lies there for awhile, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly and thinking over the fact that soon, he will be a dad, and he and Chanyeol will have their own family, and that so much can change so quickly. He wonders how he should bring it up to Chanyeol, wonders what Chanyeol will say, and with all that on his mind, he somehow falls asleep.

~

When he wakes up later, it’s dark in the bedroom and there’s a familiar smell of chicken in the air. While that normally would make Jongin rise from the dead, right now it causes an unpleasant lurch in his stomach that has him scrambling out of bed and to the bathroom. He vaguely registers Chanyeol calling out his name in worry just as he empties the contents of his stomach into the toilet, and then there are cool fingers pushing his bangs from his face and his rubbing his back.

“Are you okay?” Chanyeol asks, worry laced in every word, and Jongin can only nod weakly. He doesn’t feel like he needs to throw up anymore thankfully, so he lets Chanyeol drag him up to his feet. He cleans up and brushes his teeth, Chanyeol hovering beside him as he does, brows knitted in concern. Jongin is two seconds away from telling him, when Chanyeol says, “Did you eat something bad? You don’t look like you’re sick, maybe it was food poisoning?”

“It was the smell,” Jongin says after he’s rinsed his mouth. He’s not sure he can step back out without the smell getting to him again.

“The smell?” Chanyeol blinks at him. “The chicken? But you love chicken? That’s your favorite, I brought it back after work--”

“I know, Chanyeol, but--”

“Maybe you are sick, if chicken is making you ill,” Chanyeol says, reaching out to press his palm to Jongin’s forehead. He frowns, because Jongin knows he doesn’t have a fever, but Chanyeol continues to check, patting his cheeks and his neck and being generally obnoxious until Jongin is laughing instead of annoyed.

“Stop, already!” he exclaims. “I’m not sick, I’m pregnant!”

Silence. Chanyeol’s hands drop from his face the same way his mouth opens in shock. Jongin clamps his own mouth shut because, fuck, that was not how Jongin wanted tell him. He wanted to sort of build up to it, carefully, not blurt it out like an idiot.

“You’re what?” Chanyeol finally croaks out and Jongin isn’t sure if that’s a good or bad reaction.

Instead he fiddles with the hem of his shirt and stares nervously Chanyeol’s face that, for once, gives nothing away. “I’m pregnant,” he says firmly, “I just found out this afternoon when I went to the doctor and--”

He doesn’t get to finish because Chanyeol is letting out a loud whoop and pulling Jongin into such a strong hug he practically lifts him off the ground. Jongin’s heart slams back into motion at his reaction, laughter bubbling out of him as Chanyeol sways him side to side for a few moments before finally pulling back to stare at his face. His hands fit against Jongin’s cheeks and he leans down to kiss him soundly on the mouth, and they’re standing in the doorway of their bathroom and this is so far from how Jongin imagined this conversation would go, but he wouldn’t change any second of it.

“You’re pregnant,” Chanyeol says when they finally separate. His eyes are full of wonder. Love. He drops his hands down to Jongin’s stomach, pushing up his shirt to press them against his skin and Jongin shivers through a small chuckle.

“I’ve been doing that all day, too,” he says and Chanyeol looks so happy, so incredibly excited, that all of Jongin’s earlier worries have vanished into thin air. He doesn’t know why he was even worried in the first place, now, because everything feels so goddamn right.

“This--This is amazing,” Chanyeol says, sliding his hands around Jongin’s waist to the small of his back and using his hold to pull him into his chest. He kisses the top of his head. “You’re pregnant.”

Embarrassed, Jongin shoves him. “Are you just gonna keep saying that?” he says. He finally shuts off the light in the bathroom and heads back to the bedroom. The smell of chicken isn’t as strong but it’s still making him a little queasy. Chanyeol seems to remember this, making sure to shut the door behind him before he joins Jongin in bed.

“I’ll do something about the smell,” Chanyeol says, hands finding their way back to Jongin’s tummy. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I didn’t know either,” Jongin says. He doesn’t want to think about what it means if he can’t handle the smell of chicken. How will he last nine months without his favorite food?

“Tell me everything,” Chanyeol demands, pulling Jongin to him again and Jongin grins, and does.

Later, after Chanyeol has gotten rid of the chicken by pawning it off to their neighbor, after Chanyeol has called his own family to tell them the news, after they’re both bombarded with messages from their friends because Sehun didn’t keep his mouth shut, they relax at the small kitchen table, Jongin’s feet propped up in Chanyeol’s lap as they eat through boxes of Chinese delivery because Chanyeol refused to leave Jongin’s side for even a minute, Jongin thinks there are few things that could be better than this.

Well, one is definitely their baby, growing happily inside him, and that’s still a little crazy to think about, even if he’s more excited than scared, now.

“I’m so happy,” Chanyeol says soppily, reaching out to grab either side of Jongin’s chair and drag it across the floor toward him, Jongin’s legs now comfortably settled on his lap and his face just inches away. “I love you,” he adds, kissing Jongin’s lips once, and then poking Jongin’s tummy. “And you.”

“Oh god,” Jongin whines, dropping his face into his hands, “you’re gonna be one of those boyfriends, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chanyeol says, turning away, and even though it’s humiliating, it’s also kind of wonderfully adorable, and spreads warmth throughout Jongin’s chest.

“I love you, too,” he whispers back, and doesn’t complain when Chanyeol presses a sloppy kiss to the side of his face.

rescued / g / au / prompt

The beagle puppy looks even smaller where it’s cowered back against a large garbage can in the narrow alleyway. Jongin is careful not to startle it as he crouches down and holds out a hand. “C’mere, it’s okay,” he says and it takes awhile but the puppy eventually walks over quietly. He sniffs Jongin’s hand and, once it seems to declare him safe, yips up at him cutely.

Jongin scoops him up into his arms, petting his head and grinning. He notices then, the tag on its collar and breathes a sigh of relief. There’s a scrawled address that’s unfortunately not close enough for Jongin to just stop by, but there is, thankfully, a number. Jongin weighs his options. He could take the pet back to the shelter where he works because Jongin’s own two puppies can be a little excitable when they meet new pets and Jongin doesn’t want to spook the beagle anymore than it probably already is. He’s already a block from his apartment, though, so in the end, Jongin heads there.

The beagle puppy, called, strangely, Snowflake, is admittedly a little nervous when they arrive at Jongin’s apartment. His own puppies are going crazy at Snowflake in his arms, and Jongin ends up shutting them in the bedroom when they refuse to quiet down. He lets Snowflake wander around after filling up a bowl of some of his dog treats, and then calls the number he’d jotted down from Snowflake’s collar.

It rings twice before someone picks up, a startling low voice filling his ear, “Hello?”

“Hi,” Jongin says, suddenly nervous. “Are you--” he squints at the name he’d written down, “--Park Chanyeol?”

“Yes,” Chanyeol says, “who is this?”

“Hi,” Jongin says again unnecessarily and flushes a bit. “I’m Kim Jongin. I think I found your puppy, Snowflake?”

There’s a loud thud on the other end of the line and then Chanyeol’s voice sounding ridiculously excited. “Really? Oh god, how is he? Is he okay? You’re not calling to say he got run over or something--”

“No, no!” Jongin exclaims, unable to help the small chuckle. “He’s fine. I found him on my way home. He doesn’t seem to be that worse for wear.” Jongin had checked on the walk home, for any injuries or possible illnesses, but the puppy seemed to be perfectly fine, if a little underfed and tired.

“Thank god,” Chanyeol says, heaving a loud sigh into Jongin’s ear. “Can I come pick him up now? Is it too late?”

It’s getting to be around ten in the evening, and Jongin should probably go to sleep soon, but if one of his pets had gone missing, he’d hope the person who found it would let him pick them up right away, too. “It’s fine,” Jongin says. “Let me give you my address.”

He fires it off and Chanyeol thanks him almost a hundred more times before they hang up and Jongin sighs, stretching his arms over his head before dropping them to his sides. Chanyeol said it’d take him a bit to get there, so Jongin figures he can jump in the shower before then. He lets Snowflake into the bathroom with him, not wanting the puppy to get scared in a place it doesn’t know, and just as he he’s pulled on a shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, there is a knock at his door.

He scoops Snowflake up and lets Monggu and Jjanggu out of his room because he feels bad; only Monggu bothers coming out. Jjanggu has probably nestled himself into Jongin’s pillows.

He’s not really sure what he was expecting of Park Chanyeol, but the man on the other side of the door is definitely not it. The deep voice made him suspect someone much older, but Chanyeol seems like Jongin’s age. He’s dressed young, too, in skinny jeans and a large t-shirt, a backwards cap on his head. He has a handsome face, Jongin notes, before Snowflake goes crazy in Jongin’s arms at the sight of his owner.

Chanyeol makes a sort of relieved cooing noise and takes his puppy from him, nuzzling his face, and Jongin grins widely as he watches their reunion. “I don’t know how I can thank you enough,” Chanyeol says, looking at him with grateful eyes.

Jongin shakes his head and pushes his fringe back from his face when it gets in the way. Chanyeol’s eyes widen slightly, and now he’s staring at Jongin with something a little different, something Jongin can’t quite pinpoint. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “I love puppies, so it was nice to look after him.”

“I see that,” Chanyeol laughs, glancing down at their feet where both Jongin’s puppies have ended up, staring between the two of them. “They’re cute.”

“So is Snowflake,” Jongin says, reaching out to pet the beagle on its head. “But that name…”

“My two year old niece named him,” Chanyeol laughs, and wow, that’s kind of a nice sound, Jongin thinks, even if it makes Chanyeol’s handsome face twist strangely a bit. “She really likes the snow.”

Jongin laughs, too, hides his face behind his hand and Chanyeol blinks at him. “That’s really cute,” he says and he...wants to say more, wants to talk to Chanyeol more, even though he doesn’t even know him, but Jjanggu is clawing at Jongin’s legs and Jongin smiles apologetically at Chanyeol, reaching down to scratch Jjanggu behind the ears. “I should um--” he starts and Chanyeol suddenly jolts back into motion, taking a step back and looking slightly flustered.

“No, I’m sorry, for coming by so late. Thank you, again, for taking care of Snowflake,” Chanyeol says, and Jongin’s heart does this weird melty thing when he raises one of Snowflake’s paw up in a wave.

“Goodnight,” is all Jongin can think to say, offering a small wave before shutting the door after them.

He sighs, heading back into the kitchen for something to drink, muttering under his breath, to himself, or two Monggu who has followed him, he’s not sure, “There’s no point in getting interested, right? It’s not like I’m gonna see him again.”

Monggu barks at him but Jongin isn’t sure that means he agrees or not, and he just sighs, pets his head as he fills a glass up with water and downs half of it. Just as he’s about to head to bed, there’s another knock at his door. Jongin blinks down at Monggu who stares back at him with almost equal confusion, and Jongin pads over quickly, wondering if maybe--

It is Chanyeol on the other side, Snowflake asleep in his arms, looking just as flustered as he did earlier if quite more determined. He stares at Jongin strongly and says, “Can I take you out for coffee?”

Shocked, the only eloquent thing out of Jongin’s mouth is, “Huh?”

“I mean, to repay you, for-for finding Snowflake,” Chanyeol says. “I would like to, maybe, if you’re interested, buy you coffee, tomorrow night?”

Jongin is still surprised but also, inexplicably, really pleased. He nods quickly, maybe a little too enthusiastically, because Chanyeol no longer looks embarrassed but rather smug. He’s really...Jongin likes that look on his face almost as much as the flushed one from before. “Yes,” he says, remembering, with a start, that he should probably speak up. “Yes, that would...that would be nice.”

“Great,” Chanyeol says and he grins widely, showing off straight, white teeth. “I, uh, still have your number from earlier. Is it okay if I text you the time and place later?”

Jongin nods again. “Sure,” he says, “then I’ll save your number, too.”

“You should,” Chanyeol says firmly, his gaze a little intense, and Jongin feels a flush climbing up the back of his neck.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jongin says.

Chanyeol confirms, “Tomorrow,” and then he’s gone, waving at Jongin before disappearing down the hall.

Jongin goes to bed that night with a text from Chanyeol of a sleeping Snowflake and the time and place to meet tomorrow, and a sort of fluttering in his chest he can’t explain. All he knows is that he’s looking forward to seeing him again and that’s good enough.

think of me / g / au / prompt

Chanyeol stops by the cafe by his apartment every morning before heading into work. He’s there so often he’s on first name basis with some of the employees, though it helps that his friend Minseok is the owner of the place and sometimes gives Chanyeol discounts when he’s feeling nice enough.

That Monday morning, there’s someone new at the register, ringing up orders, and the few people in front of Chanyeol in line seem irritated by how slow the newbie is working. Chanyeol isn’t in a rush, though, he always leaves earlier than necessary because he doesn’t like to run late and he pulls out his phone to check for any messages while he waits.

An angry voice complains about the employee messing up his order a few minutes later and Chanyeol peers over people’s heads, grateful for his height, to stare at the way the boy behind the counter is flushed from embarrassment and quickly trying to fix everything. Minseok is quick to step in, taking care of the issue within seconds and offering the rude customer a smile that most people would find cute but Chanyeol knows is laced with annoyance. Minseok never has the patience for customers who make things even more difficult for his employees.

The boy at the register thanks Minseok profusely afterward, fluffy brown hair falling into his face, and Chanyeol smiles as he watches him. He’s cute, from what he can tell from back here, and Chanyeol hopes he can get to know him as well as he does Lu Han and Jongdae, who work here, too.

When he finally does make it up to the counter, the boy looks much less flustered, though it’s obvious he’s a little angry with himself for his errors. “Hey,” Chanyeol says as kindly as he can, “don’t let that jerk from before get to you.”

The boy looks up at him quickly, blinking in surprise. His name tag reads Jongin, and up close, he really is cute. The smile he gives Chanyeol then makes him even cuter and Chanyeol beams. “Thanks,” he says. His voice is surprisingly low. “It’s my first day and it’s not going very well.”

“I think people forget they all had a day like this at one point,” Chanyeol says, “and yelling at you won’t make it any better.”

Jongin chuckles and nods. “Yeah, it never really does,” he agrees. Then he seems to remember himself, and what he’s supposed to be doing, straightening up suddenly so he’s actually not much shorter than Chanyeol himself, and asks, “What can I get you?”

Chanyeol orders his usual and Minseok laughs from the other end of the counter, “Why don’t you ever try something else?”

“Why bother, when I know this is good?” Chanyeol calls back and Jongin looks between them in surprise. Chanyeol smiles at him. “I come here every morning, so you’re sure to see a lot of me,” he explains.

“Oh,” Jongin says, ringing up Chanyeol’s order, “then I better make sure to get yours right or maybe you’ll stop.”

“Nah,” Chanyeol says, waving a hand. “Now that Minseok’s hired such a cute boy like you, it will be even harder to stay away, even if I end up with the wrong drink.”

That has Jongin dropping the take-out cup he’d grabbed, turning to Chanyeol with a blush on his face that makes Chanyeol delighted. “Don’t flirt with my employees, Chanyeol!” Minseok shouts and Chanyeol laughs loudly because that’s definitely not going to stop him, not when Jongin is resolutely not meeting his eyes, instead focusing very carefully on Chanyeol’s order.

He does mess it up, but Chanyeol could care less. It still tastes good and he should head out before he does end up late. “Good luck on the rest of your day, Jongin,” Chanyeol tells him after he’s paid and dropped the change into the little tip jar on the side. “If anyone else tries to yell at you, just punch them in the face.”

Jongin snorts at that, amused. “I don’t think that will help much,” he says and Chanyeol makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat before leaning forward across the counter.

“Then just think of me, okay?” he says and Jongin looks torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to roll his eyes.

He settles for surprisingly shoving lightly at Chanyeol’s shoulder. “I’m not so sure that will help, either,” he says quietly but the way he smiles at Chanyeol says he’s grateful regardless.

Chanyeol just grins. “You never know,” he sings and Jongin shakes his head, the laugh he’d been suppressing tumbling out of him, a little high pitched but entirely adorable. Chanyeol is ridiculously charmed. “See you tomorrow,” he adds before he leaves, and when Jongin waves at him through the window as Chanyeol passes, he knows Jongin will definitely be thinking about him and Chanyeol can’t wait until tomorrow.

kiss away the pain / g / prompt

It’s late when Jongin finally returns to the dorms. He stayed after for a long time, going through the newest routines until he’d finally collapsed, worn out and aching everywhere. Junmyeon and Kyungsoo are the only ones in the main room, looking at him in concern when Jongin stumbles in.

“I’m fine,” he says, waving them off. “Just gonna shower and sleep.”

Junmyeon doesn’t look convinced; he’s learned long ago that Jongin saying he’s fine can usually mean he’s far from it. He’s halfway off the couch when Kyungsoo grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him down and Jongin flashes him a thankful smile. He doesn’t need Junmyeon’s mothering right now. What he’d like is a warm shower and--

“You’re back,” Chanyeol says when Jongin walks into their room. He’s practicing guitar, like he usually does around this time, but he puts it aside and takes a few long strides to Jongin by the door. In seconds he has him enveloped in his arms and Jongin melts because this, this is what he likes after a long day. “You smell.”

Jongin takes it back. He shoves Chanyeol away with as much of his leftover energy and Chanyeol’s laugh fills up their room. “I’m gonna shower,” he mumbles, wincing a bit as he bends over to look through his drawers for fresh clothes. Chanyeol’s hands find his waist, rubbing softly a few times until Jongin straightens.

“Do you want--” Chanyeol starts and Jongin nods. “Okay, shower first, then.” He smacks Jongin’s ass lightly, pushing him toward the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jongin says, waving him off and hiding his smile. He showers quickly, letting the heat of the water soothe his tired muscles and refresh him from the hours of dance he put in today. When he finally returns to his room, Chanyeol is playing guitar again, that recent Coldplay song, singing along softly under his breath, and he grins at Jongin when he enters.

“Come here,” Chanyeol says, setting his guitar aside and moving over to Jongin’s bed instead.

Jongin grabs the lotion and settles down on his bed, lying on his stomach. He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt back on, and he hisses when Chanyeol’s hands press against his back, massaging the cool lotion into his skin. He feels instantaneously relaxed, heaving a deep sigh into his pillows and letting his body melt into Chanyeol’s touch. Chanyeol is good at this, attentive and careful, making sure not to press too hard and taking note of which areas hurt most by Jongin’s little whines.

Jongin doesn’t really remember when this first started, but somehow it’s become almost customary, for Chanyeol to give him a massage whenever he’s exceptionally sore and worn out, which is more often than not. Chanyeol almost always offers first, before Jongin can even reach out and ask him, and it never fails to make him feel so warm and comfortable, like putty in Chanyeol’s hands.

“Feeling better?” Chanyeol asks, sometime later. Jongin doesn’t even know how much time has passed, but he’s sleepy now, and so content. He nods his head, and smiles into his pillow when Chanyeol’s lips press lightly against the back of his neck, then down, down, down, along the slope of his back and to every relaxed muscle.

His breath tickles and Jongin squirms, laughing, and when he rolls over onto his back, he doesn’t feel that sharp stab of pain. Chanyeol grins down at him, his lotion-slick hands sliding up Jongin’s chest as Jongin grabs a fistful of Chanyeol’s shirt and yanks him down into a kiss. It’s Chanyeol who laughs now, into Jongin’s mouth as his knees settle on either side of Jongin’s hips and he tries not to sink his hands into Jongin’s recently washed hair. They lie there for awhile until Jongin winces a bit from stretching up, and Chanyeol is instantly pulling back to examine him.

“I’m fine, really,” Jongin says, licking his lips and smoothing out the lines between Chanyeol’s brows. “Thanks to you.”

“I am awesome, aren’t I?” Chanyeol says haughtily and Jongin snorts.

“You give good massages, I guess,” he replies with a one shouldered shrug, only to screech wildly when Chanyeol tickles his bare sides.

“Where would you be without my massages?” Chanyeol asks him once he’s stopped his attack and Jongin is gasping for breath, writhing under him as he still feels the phantom touch of Chanyeol’s fingers everywhere. His heart is racing and he just wants to pull him back down.

Instead he answers, “I’d probably ask Kyungsoo-hyung to help me out,” and Chanyeol frowns at him for a moment before he attempts to climb out of bed.

“In that case, let’s see if I help you out anymore,” he says, and even though Jongin knows he’s teasing, knows that he would never let anyone else do this because it’s Chanyeol who always takes care of him, and it will always be Chanyeol who takes care of him, there’s a slight lurch of panic in his gut and he grabs Chanyeol’s elbow and yanks him back.

He sprawls across Jongin with a yelp and is quick to roll off to the side so he’s not squishing him and only hurting him more and Jongin can’t help the smile on his face. He doesn’t think anyone could care for him the way Chanyeol does. “I’m sorry, I’m just kidding,” he says into Chanyeol’s neck. “You’re the best. You always make me feel better.”

Chanyeol relaxes against him with a soft chuckle. “I know,” he says, cocky, but Jongin doesn’t mind it. He pets Jongin’s hair. “I like taking care of you.”

“Good,” Jongin says, reaching up to find Chanyeol’s lips with his own again, “because I like it, too.”

something special / g / au / for jj ♥ who gave the prompt: jongin trying to figure out what to get chanyeol for his birthday bc he feels guilty abt all the times chanyeol’s given him presents

Jongin has it marked on his calendar and saved into his phone, even though he has the date memorized, has had it memorized for years. Chanyeol’s birthday. Chanyeol isn’t the kind of guy who makes a big deal out of it, unlike Baekhyun, who constantly questions everyone what they’re getting him for a whole month in advance, but he does always look forward to it and this year. This year Jongin wants to get him something really special.

All he can think about is how much Chanyeol does for him on a daily basis. How he helps Jongin out with his homework without Jongin even having to ask, how Chanyeol will stop by his apartment with bags of fried chicken when he knows Jongin hasn’t had a chance to eat dinner yet, how he’ll pick up something he sees at the store just because it reminded me of you. Jongin has so many gifts from Chanyeol, little things that pile up throughout the year and from every year they have been friends, and Jongin...Jongin just remembers how he and Sehun got him a stupid present the year before that was less than 10,000 won.

“He’s like your best friend,” Junmyeon says when Jongin goes to him for help. Junmyeon is good at picking out gifts; he’s thoughtful, like that, and Jongin is always confused and daunted by prices. “You should know better than anyone what he wants.”

Jongin thinks about how Chanyeol has mentioned needing new strings for his guitar, another pair of sunglasses because Jongdae broke his last pair, a limited edition copy of a book he really likes. Jongin could get him any or all of those, but it just doesn’t seem like enough? Jongin wants to give him so much, something that would make up for everything Chanyeol has given him. When he tells Junmyeon this, he laughs and shakes his head.

“You shouldn’t buy him some extravagant gift because you feel guilty,” he says. “Chanyeol wouldn’t like that very much.”

“It’s not guilt, really,” Jongin says. “He does so much for me that he never needs to and I don’t understand it.” He feels his face heat up a little and he picks at a loose thread in his shirt. “I just want him to know I appreciate...everything?” He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say now, and the way Junmyeon is staring at him like he’s completely stupid doesn’t really help.

“Do you really not know why he does all those things for you?” Junmyeon says, brows raised pointedly, and Jongin wants to resolutely say no, but that’s not...exactly true.

“Shut up, hyung, you’re not helping at all,” Jongin whines.

Junmyeon sighs, reaching out to pat Jongin’s shoulder. “Don’t worry so much,” he says comfortingly. “You could give Chanyeol a coin and he would love it, and you know that’s true.” Jongin does, but that also doesn’t help at all. Nothing helps and Chanyeol’s birthday is in just a little less than two weeks and Jongin has no idea what to do for him. “You’ll figure something out.”

Jongin sighs, tries not to think about how that morning Chanyeol had handed him off a set of hand-knitted gloves that they had made and said, “It’s starting to get cold out now, so make sure you wear these, okay?,” and wonders how he can do something for Chanyeol that explains just how much he means to Jongin.

~

None of Jongin’s other friends give him any good advice either. They all mostly think Jongin should know without a doubt what Chanyeol would want and tell him “you’ll come up with something, don’t worry!” except that only makes Jongin worry more.

He’s tempted to ask Chanyeol himself what he wants, but Chanyeol never has to ask Jongin when he hands him off another present. Chanyeol always knows. Chanyeol knows exactly what Jongin likes, from the mug with Michael Jackson on the front to the calendar of puppies he’d bought him at the start of the year. Chanyeol is too thoughtful, and he does these things like it’s second nature, and Jongin knows he doesn’t exactly hand out gifts to everyone else on such a regular basis.

Three days before Chanyeol’s birthday, Jongin stops at one of Chanyeol’s favorite stores after his last class to buy a snapback he knows Chanyeol has been wanting. Chanyeol will love that, he’s sure, but it still doesn’t feel right. Not enough, for what Jongin wants to say. Still, he needs something, and he will feel even worse if he met with Chanyeol on his birthday completely empty-handed.

When he returns to his apartment, he sees Chanyeol’s familiar shoes in the doorway and hears his loud voice inside, laughing with Sehun about something, so Jongin quickly shoves his gift into his book bag before wandering in.

“Hey, you’re late,” Chanyeol says, looking up at him instantly, even though it just about gets him killed on screen in the video game he and Sehun are playing.

“Just had to run some errands,” Jongin says, making a quick stop to toss his bag into his room. It hits his bed and falls to the floor and Jongin hopes he didn’t just smush Chanyeol’s present. “What’re you doing here?”

Before Chanyeol can reply, Sehun says, “Remember that weird manhwa you were looking for that you said wasn’t in print anymore? Chanyeol just happened to find it today, so he brought it over for you.”

Jongin blinks, staring at Sehun who is looking at him a little smug, and then at Chanyeol, who is beaming. It’s three days before his own birthday, and Chanyeol is still thinking about Jongin.

“You didn’t,” he breathes but Chanyeol has already jumped off the couch to grab his bag, pulling out the exact book Jongin has been trying to find for months.

“I did,” he says, sounding extremely pleased with himself. He flops back onto the couch next to Jongin and hands him the book. “I was just lucky to come across it, I guess.”

Jongin stares at the manhwa, then up at Chanyeol. He’s smiling at him like he always does, a little warm and a lot affectionate, and Jongin feels his heart racing as he looks at him. He doesn’t think it has anything to do with Chanyeol finding this book. “Thank you,” he says as earnestly as he can, and Chanyeol grins in delight, reaching out to ruffle Jongin’s hair.

“You’re welcome,” he says, dropping his hand to instead wrap around Jongin’s shoulders and draw him into his chest. He’s warm, and Jongin’s heart rate still won’t calm down.

From the floor, Sehun makes a face at them. “Just make out already and be done with it,” he grumbles, and even though this is far from the first time he’s said something like this, it strikes a chord with Jongin.

He glances at Chanyeol who has gone a little stiff next to him, before he breaks out into his usual responding laughter and kicks Sehun’s thigh hard. “Shut up, Sehun,” Chanyeol says, even as he squeezes Jongin a little closer.

Jongin laughs at Sehun’s exaggerated pain and settles back against Chanyeol more comfortably. But Sehun’s words stick in his brain the rest of the night and the way Chanyeol barely leaves his side, the kind, happy smiles he gives him every once in awhile and the way Jongin catches him staring at him more than the movie they all end up watching, suddenly makes so much sense.

He knows, now, what everyone was trying to say. He figures it out, as he impulsively reaches for Chanyeol’s free hand and laces their fingers together. It all comes together in the way Chanyeol’s eyes widen down at him, at their hands, but he doesn’t attempt to pull away. He just stares, surprised, his mouth parting like he wants to ask, but instead can’t find the words, and oh, Jongin could just lean in a few inches and kiss him.

That thought isn’t as terrifying or surprising as it Jongin would expect it to be. Instead it feels like a completely natural reaction, and he’s a little flustered by how he never realized this before. He looks away from Chanyeol before he does anything too hasty, staring at their hands, too, and thinking that maybe he has figured out exactly what he can give Chanyeol on his birthday, and it’s infinitely better than any stupid hat.

~

“You still haven’t given me my present,” Chanyeol says on the night of his birthday as Jongin follows him back to his apartment.

“Who says I even have anything for you,” Jongin teases, but Chanyeol sees right through him, flopping onto Jongin’s back in some weird kind of a back hug.

“You always get me something,” he says confidently. “Even if it’s lame, you get me something. I always look forward to your gifts the most.”

Jongin laughs. “You shouldn’t,” he says, walking slowly because Chanyeol is still attached to his back like a giant koala. “They’ve never been very good.”

“But they’re from you, so I don’t care,” Chanyeol says simply, and Jongin remembers what Junmyeon said, that Jongin could get Chanyeol any stupid thing and he would love it. He smiles, shaking his head, and jabs an elbow back into his ribs.

“Get off me, and unlock your door,” he says and Chanyeol pretends to be wounded for a moment before he does.

Jongin has been a little nervous all day, because he’d been trying to find the best time to give Chanyeol his present. It’s not easy when Chanyeol is such a popular guy and they had classes for most of the day that Jongin couldn’t just corner him and kiss him like he’s been thinking about doing and run off. He wants this to be much more than that.

They’ve just had dinner with most of their friends, and only Jongin has followed Chanyeol back to his place. Or, well, Chanyeol had grabbed his wrist and said, “Come over,” before Jongin could ask if it was okay. Chanyeol always knows.

Now Jongin feels anxiety like a storm in the pit of his stomach. He follows after Chanyeol into his apartment, stumbling out of his shoes and catching himself against the wall as Chanyeol laughs softly and helps him upright. In the kitchen, Chanyeol offers him some beer but Jongin shakes his head, leaning against the counter to watch as he fills up a glass of water for himself.

“So, where is it? My present?” Chanyeol asks again, taking a couple of big gulps of water. Jongin tries not to stare at his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Well, I did get you something,” Jongin admits finally and Chanyeol grins, setting his glass down by the sink. “But I realized it’s not exactly what I wanted to give you.”

That has Chanyeol frowning, brows furrowed in confusion. “Oh?” he says, and his lips quirk a bit like he’s amused. Like maybe Jongin is setting him up for a joke. “What did you want to give me?”

“Something big,” Jongin says, and his heart is hammering in his chest now and he doesn’t know how Chanyeol can’t hear it because it’s louder than his own voice in his head. “Something special. Important.”

“You never have to do anything that major for me,” Chanyeol says, stepping toward him.

“I want to,” Jongin says softly. “I really wanted to, because, hyung, you’re always--You’re always so good to me and I realized that I…” He takes a steady breath, trying to gather his words because Jongin has never been good at expressing his feelings, not like this, and he doesn’t want to mess this up.

“You realized, what?” Chanyeol asks, his low voice much closer than before and sending a right shiver down Jongin’s spine. When he looks up, Chanyeol has practically closed the small space between them and Jongin is trapped against the counter but he doesn’t even mind. He reaches out to curl his fingers into Chanyeol’s hoodie, plays with the zipper a little as Chanyeol stares at him with something that looks an awful lot like hope and Jongin--

“I realized that I want to do that, for you, too. And I want even more, more than this,” he says, zipping Chanyeol’s hoodie all the way up to his neck and grinning when Chanyeol laughs at him.

“You want more,” he repeats, sounding a little breathless, and Jongin nods.

“Yes,” he says firmly because he doesn’t want Chanyeol to think he’s doing this just because it’s his birthday. Jongin might have realized it because of Chanyeol’s birthday, but that’s not why he wants this. He wants this because he really likes Chanyeol, he likes how much he dotes on him, how much he cares about him, and he likes how he never fails to make Jongin feel better. But he likes Chanyeol’s positivity and how hard he studies and does his best and the sound of his voice when he sings to Jongin when they fall asleep sometimes in Jongin’s bed and he thinks Jongin is still sleeping. He wants this for so many reasons he can’t even put them all together and he’s an idiot, probably, for not figuring it out until now.

“Yes,” he says again before he grips the front of Chanyeol’s hoodie tight in his fist and tugs him down into a kiss. Their eyes meet for a second, Chanyeol’s wide in surprise, before Jongin closes his and kisses him a little harder. It doesn’t take long for Chanyeol to react, a warm hand sliding into Jongin’s hair while the other finds his jaw, tilting his face up for better access, and he lets out this little whine that sounds like relief into Jongin’s mouth.

Chanyeol holds him tight like he’s afraid if he lets go then this won’t be real, so it’s Jongin who breaks away first, laughing lightly from the sheer happiness that is hot in his chest. “Happy birthday,” he whispers against Chanyeol’s lips.

“This isn’t some cruel birthday prank, right?” Chanyeol asks carefully. He’s still threading his fingers gently through Jongin’s hair, and the thumb of the hand at his jaw rubs along his chin, the fullness of his lower lip.

Jongin kisses his thumb and Chanyeol stares, amazed. He shakes his head. “Definitely not,” he says. “I know this isn’t something cool like what Kyungsoo got you but--”

“Are you kidding? I don’t even remember what Kyungsoo or anyone got me,” Chanyeol says and that makes Jongin laugh again, pleased. “This is the best possible gift.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you sooner,” Jongin says, sliding his arms around Chanyeol’s back and drawing him closer. The ledge of the counter is digging into the small of his back but Jongin could really care less when Chanyeol is pressed up so perfectly against him, solid and warm and staring down at him with that affectionate look that never fails to make butterflies whirl in Jongin’s stomach.

“The wait was worth it,” Chanyeol says and doesn’t give Jongin chance to speak before he leaning into another kiss.

stay beside me / g / au / prompt / repost from tumblr

Jongin is pretty sure he's just had the worst day ever and the week has only started. He's positive he bombed his math test, he lost all the notes he'd written up on the last chapter in his lit class which he needed for the paper that's due by Friday, and he couldn't keep up with the choreo at dance practice which had Taemin laughing at him obnoxiously while Yixing hovered around him, overly concerned. and that's not even the half of it.

All Jongin wants to do is go back to his room, collapse in bed and not even think about anything else for at least five hours. Probably longer, if he's honest with himself, considering he doesn't have a class tomorrow until after noon. He knows Sehun will be out of the room at least until ten, so thankfully he won't have to put up with his shit. But when he turns the corner down the hall to his room, he finds a familiar figure leaning against the wall by his door, long legs hooked at the ankle as he stares down at his phone in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Jongin asks, fishing his keys from his pocket.

Chanyeol grins at him widely, pushing the bill of his cap up his head to see him better. "I was bored and wanted to see you."

Jongin sighs, throwing his backpack by his desk and flopping onto his bed like he's been thinking about doing for the past hour. "I'm really not in the mood to hang out, Chanyeol," Jongin mumbles into his pillow. He feels the bed dip beside him and the warmth of Chanyeol's hand on the small of his back.

"Bad day?" Chanyeol asks quietly.

"I don't even want to talk about it," Jongin says and Chanyeol's low laugh, which Jongin had thought would grate since everything is getting on his nerves today, sends a soft hum of pleasure through his body. It's calming. "You should go," he says, even though he almost doesn't want him to. "I'm not gonna be very good company."

Chanyeol huffs a bit and pushes at Jongin's side. "Scoot over you big baby," he says lightly, and Jongin grumbles but complies, shifting until he's closer to the wall. Chanyeol stretches out beside him, and Jongin lifts his face from the pillow to rest on his chin and watch as Chanyeol pulls a book from his bag and leans against the wall. He flashes Jongin a grin and reaches out to ruffle his hair.

"You relax," Chanyeol says, "I'm just gonna read, okay?"

Jongin frowns at him slightly. It's not that he doesn't really mind Chanyeol being there, it's just that he'd expected to spend the night alone, wanted to spend it alone so he could wallow in his misery, but Chanyeol's hand gently massages his hair and his presence is actually really comforting.

"Okay," he finally mutters in response and Chanyeol grins at him. Jongin shuffles over onto his side so he's facing him and curls up next to him as much as he can without getting in the way. Chanyeol picks up slowly running his fingers through Jongin's hair again and Jongin closes his eyes and it's not long before the gentle caress of Chanyeol's fingers and the solid heat of his presence enough to lull him into sleep.

He's not sure how long he sleeps for, but when he peers his eyes open, Chanyeol is still there next to him. He groans, stretches his arms out over his head and practically smacks Chanyeol in the face.

"All rested?" Chanyeol asks, smiling down at him.

Jongin nods sleepily. "Have you been reading this whole time?" Jongin says, reaching out to take Chanyeol's book from him and look at the cover.

"Getting ahead on some work," Chanyeol says with a shrug.

Jongin closes his book and tosses it lightly onto the floor and wraps his arms around Chanyeol's waist before Chanyeol can whine about it. "Sleep with me," he says and Chanyeol laughs, turns to leer at Jongin instead. Jongin smacks the back of his hand into Chanyeol's chest. “You know what i mean," he grumbles, but a grin pulls at the corners of his lips as Chanyeol tugs Jongin into his arms.

Soft lips press against his forehead and Chanyeol tucks his chin atop his head. "Feel better, Jongin," he says, gives him a quick squeeze before they both settle comfortably together in Jongin's small bed.

Jongin already feels a hundred times better than he had when he'd gotten back to his room, like every stupid thing that happened that day is rendered irrelevant in the face of Chanyeol's soothing voice and Chanyeol's embrace. He could've gone back to his dorm at any time, but he stayed beside him while Jongin slept off his annoyance, didn't press him into telling him what was wrong. He made everything better just by being there, keeping Jongin company despite Jongin telling him it'd be best if he left.

"Thank you," he whispers into the crook of Chanyeol's neck and he doesn't have to see him to know Chanyeol is smiling. He gets another soft squeeze and Chanyeol's toes tickling against the sole of Jongin's foot, and Jongin grins as he thinks that maybe this wasn't such a terrible day after all.

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