the problem with fiction (08/10ish)
kris/chanyeol | R
summary: that's right, this is your usual idol oppa/ordinary high school boy fake engagement story. unless you never read one. you know, you should click the link.
author notes: please pay attention to unmentioned, but hopefully not confusing timeline.
this chapter is moving faster than the usual. not because i’m lazy, but chanyeol wants it like that, also, why making shit longer if you can just put it in a 5,000-ish words, right, chanyeolla?
“i don’t usually ask for help, but when i do, it’s about my particular princess.”
“9gagger?”
“i have to polish my english skill, and 9gag is the right place to understand those americans’ inside jokes.”
“wait wait,” chanyeol finishes his banana milk, frowning. today there are only the two of them because sehun has to absent from school due to a photoshoot in jeju island. “wait, you’re saying, you’re going to move to america?”
jongin smirks, “accepted at juilliard. new york, baby.” he adds with his accented english.
chanyeol smiles, somehow feeling proud that one of his seoul friend is going to study overseas, although he has no idea what kind of school juilliard is. he will google it later.
“you asked me why i’m not on TV. well, park chanyeol, i will. america’s TV, for sure, is broadcasted all over the world. what do you say? not much of korean dancers out there. and then, i will come back home with more experiences. let the fame talks for me.”
“awesome!” chanyeol claps and jongin mocks a bow. “so what can i do for you, o, kim jongin?”
“you also asked about me and sehun, remember?” jongin crosses his arms behind his head, looking up to the ceiling of the deserted classroom on the fifth floor. the first snow just fell this morning, and again, jongin easily picked the lock of the said classroom.
chanyeol hums, because it still feels like he’s intruding their love life for asking that.
“when we said we have our own problems to mend, we weren’t lying. we do, chanyeol-ah, and for me, mostly, it’s about sehun.” jongin pauses, breathing irregularly and chanyeol dares to assume that jongin is being emotional right now. he must love sehun very much.
“sehun always insists he doesn’t want us to be 'boyfriends'. it’s ridiculous, because, well, after stolen kisses and shy, flirty texts between best friends, we started to have sex when we were fifteen. i just think that our physical and our soul’s bonds intensify as the years pass by. he can read me with ‘a glint in my eyes’ or the way i hesitate for a second when i know i’m wrong and he knows it too.
i’ve been doing nothing but treating him like the apple of my eyes. i really like him. i’m content enough with the way he sees our relationship as ‘mutual’. fine, i can live with that, but then i got accepted at juilliard and i just-”
chanyeol tries to process the information.
“have you talked to him about it?” he asks with a soft tone, knowing jongin is already clenching his fists.
“i did.”
“and sehun...?”
jongin laughs, but there’s no humor in his voice.
“we could be magnificent together, but he’s too scared. it will be too real, he said,” jongin shrugs, but he’s frowning. “what is ‘too real’ anyway?”
“well, mine’s fiction.”
“what?”
chanyeol scrunches his nose, he was too caught up by jongin’s transparent frustration, and subconsciously blurting out his own. he shouldn’t, really, because it’s jongin’s time to seek for his advice, right-but eventhough he will make peace with baekhyun, baekhyun won’t be as a good listener as jongin at the moment.
so.
“sorry,” he grins sheepishly, “go on, jongin-ah.”
jongin stares at him, and it’s unnerving after a while.
“i see,” jongin pats his back in a manly way, “it hurts all the same, huh?”
chanyeol snorts before he can’t help it.
“but i think your too real one is more devastating, i mean, it’s been years for you, jongin-ah, and you’re still holding on. give me some pointers!” he giggles at the end of his speech. jongin’s years versus his three months, sometimes chanyeol is too selfish when it comes to his own love life.
but jongin shakes his head, “years of knowing sehun won’t change easily are making me used to it. i don’t have to prove anything. but you, chanyeol-ah, by the time your contract ends, you’re going to mourn about places you didn’t visit with kris wufan. you’re going to daydream about what you did at this time of hour when you were with him and you will feel something is missing when you don’t, after. i’m slowly healing because sehun has always been by my side, but you know kris won’t.”
chanyeol doesn’t even need a nanosecond to verbalise answer to that.
“then all i have to do is to make full of my limited time! no big deal,” he hides his shaking hands on the pockets of his school’s trousers.
“you should make a bucket list, like a dying patient,” jongin begins to pick on his lunch again, he seems to buy chanyeol’s sunshine-y remark. “anyway about what i said earlier.”
“oh yeah, what can i help you with?” chanyeol counts to thirty for his nerves to stop overreacting. too bad he’s finished his lunch so he can’t make his hands busy. he takes refugee to the weight of his phone on his left pocket instead.
“i was thinking to make my princess jelly, just for the hell of it. it’ll be the first time i ever try to.”
“hahaha really? how come?!” at least he doesn’t sound too squeaky.
“because sehun never bothers to try to make me jealous. so i don’t either. but yesterday when i took him to the airport, he did say he doesn’t like the way i look at you,” jongin smirks, and then he looks at chanyeol. “what the fuckery, right.”
“i’m irresistible, i know,” chanyeol flicks his hair, fluttering his eyelashes. “i’m in! anything for my dear friend!”
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it should've been a simple jealousy trigger thingy, in which jongin and sehun takes chanyeol to a newly opened club in hongdae with fake IDs and jongin guiding chanyeol to the dance floor as sehun sulks over their booked private booth.
right. except that someone is taking photos of jongin kissing chanyeol and they're posting the photos to the internet.
of course, that becomes a new scandal, especially after chanyeol’s eighteenth birthday that was celebrated in private with MTV to film ‘the special moment’ to show how krisyeol was being sickeningly sweet. kris dressed up as gigantic luffy character from one piece manhwa complete with the straw hat, the red vest, the hideous blue shorts and the sandals-despite that it’s winter-and the fact that chanyeol was sending a heartwarming message to his parents and his best friend in gangwon via national television is actually making some of both krisyeol and chanyeol’s enthusiasts to strongly voice their disappointments.
questions like who is the other boy and why are flooding the entertainment news, internet world, and, of course, chanyeol’s bullies are coming back alive after their short hiatus on tormenting chanyeol’s school life, and what’s worse is chanyeol can’t-doesn’t have the right to tell kris, because kris has stopped sleeping in his bed ever since, and neither baekhyun or his parents or even ryeowook-sshi know about the unpleasant treatment.
maybe the only bright side of it all is how jongin appears almost painfully ignorant about everything. but he never leaves chanyeol alone, and he, without being asked to, and probably due to his boomerang effect plan to make sehun jealous-he chases away chanyeol’s bullies, spats swearing words right in front of their faces and he makes sure he escorts chanyeol to the car where lee-sshi is waiting everyday.
almost, is the key word, because chanyeol, not quite accidentally, walks on jongin; thisclose to execute a punch to sehun’s pretty face, with despair on his trembling voice,
“i love you, goddammit, i love you so much.”
and there’s old saying that the third time is the charm.
chanyeol sandwiches himself in between the two loverboys, touching jongin’s chest in order to calm him down but then sehun screams at him, “DON’T YOU DARE!” and chanyeol is a little bit too late to grab jongin because jongin is already slamming sehun to the locked door of their school’s rooftop; where they usually have lunch together.
“it was you, wasn’t it, oh fucking sehun,” jongin hisses, pressing a chocolate arm against sehun’s milky throat. “are you jealous now? why do you think i’ve never tried that fucking low trick at you, huh? i have years to make you see that i only have my eyes on you.”
sehun is crying.
“you don’t yell at chanyeol like that ever again, do you hear me?” jongin lets chanyeol to secure his arms behind his back, and sehun wipes at his face, his reddening eyes are blinded by fiery jealousy.
“I’M GOING TO YELL ANYWAY! I HAVE MOUTH!” sehun flinches when jongin takes a step closer, but chanyeol wraps his own arms around jongin’s body now.
sehun sniffs at the display, and then,
“i didn’t sell his fake engagement contract to the media. I AM DOING HIM A BIG. FAVOR.”
there’s a bucket of ice blocks numbing chanyeol’s head.
he’s scared. it’s a different kind of scared if it’s compared to the bullying, because chanyeol is the only one victim of it and that’s okay he’s not putting anyone in disadvantage; while the pink note will end kris’ career and it’s nobody’s fault anymore-this time it’ll be his.
his grip on jongin’s body is weakening, but he doesn’t want jongin to harm sehun in any way.
but.
sehun glares at him, answering his unvoiced question, “i scanned your note, okay?”
but.
“jesus christ sehun-ah,” jongin chokes, “it’s my fault.” he falls to his knees, bringing chanyeol to the floor with him.
“sehun-ah,” jongin shakes his head, gently removes chanyeol’s arms off of him, crawls to sehun’s legs to hug them as he continues, “please. don’t. chanyeol is-he’s a victim of my selfishness. we talked about it, remember? chanyeol was also a victim of whatever shit he had with his best friend and kris wufan. you said if you were in chanyeol’s place, you wouldn’t agree to the contract, hell, no you wouldn’t, because kris is nothing but a fucking stranger that thinks he can have just anyone to satisfy his hungry dick.
and after you returned chanyeol’s one piece manhwa, after a brief conversation you had with him, you said you admired chanyeol’s bravery to come to seoul, how honest chanyeol’s smile is even from afar and that you wanted to befriend him because we’d been too careless about the bullying-sehun-ah, look at me.”
sehun does, at jongin, then at chanyeol, again and again, until finally chanyeol finds the courage to smile in spite of the truth that sehun is the one delivering the bucket of ice blocks.
but sehun’s second tears invasion is for a whole different reason now.
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lu han-hyung personally takes sehun to the SM building to apologise. chanyeol watches with a...happy heart as ryeowook-sshi ruffles sehun’s hair, his motherly smile is reducing sehun (and lu han-hyung) into an incoherent mess. no press conference is needed, jongin and sehun’s name will remain anonymous, and the rest of it will be taken care by SM.
chanyeol makes a silent request for SM to handle a certain exo leader too.
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off the record, jongin did kiss chanyeol, and chanyeol kissed him back. they pretend it never happened. jongin really thinks chanyeol is prettier than sehun, present tense, and chanyeol was, still is, craving for kris’ kiss(es).
because it was chanyeol’s first clubbing ever, he got excited. but when jongin kissed him, the heavy bass thumping on the ground with a bunch of unknown people dancing around them, it was nothing compared to kris’ solitude kiss in a farthest corner of mbc building.
and honestly jongin is a good kisser.
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“umma, calm down,” chanyeol smiles to himself as he stirs a big mug of hot chocolate, his current antidote to have a dreamless sleep. “what? oh. it’s fine. i swear, i was just helping a friend! eh? it’s complicated, are you sure you want to hear all of it? hehehe...yes, i’m preparing to sleep. it’s okay. yes. ready?” and chanyeol does his best to summarize the ultimate jonghun’s love story for his umma, who obviously puts the phone on speaker because chanyeol can vaguely hear his appa’s question about minseok-hyung this minseok-hyung that.
chanyeol just doesn’t have the heart to break down the sensational news for his appa; he saw minseok-hyung kissed lu han-hyung when sehun went to apologize at SM headquarter a couple of days ago. minseok-hyung was most likely comforting lu han-hyung’s screwed dignity because of sehun’s behaviour; because the older man hasn’t stopped apologizing to him via tons of foods ever since.
“your friend, sehun, sounds like a bratty princess to me,” chanyeol snorts loudly at his umma’s spontaneous comment, because that exactly is!
“oh my god i thought you’ve gotten rid of that hideous habit, park chanyeol!”
“waeee umma! kris-hyung does it too and you never complain!” he fakes a whine. his umma hates it when he does; it never suits his baritone voice, she always reminds him.
“eyyy he’s not my flesh and blood so i’m not embarrassed by his lameness,” his umma giggles, “tell me he’s been behaving, chanyeol-ah.”
she adds as chanyeol thinks of a carefully formed answer, “what was his reaction about jongin?”
ah, the inevitable.
“hyung was...shocked. but he didn’t say a word about it,” that’s not even a white lie, “umma, he’s busy with exo promotion. he couldn’t waste his time for something so minor like me helping a friend.”
that’s the truth.
“i see,” chanyeol’s umma sighs in relief. “stay away from more troubles, chanyeol-ah, umma and appa are waiting for you here.”
“i’m trying,” chanyeol smiles to his lap, “i will graduate with good grades, and then i’ll be back home.”
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baekhyun, surprisingly, is not interested.
“kim jongin and oh sehun, right? ulzzangs, you know, so much drama. and they’re not even official yet?” baekhyun snorts rather obnoxiously from the other line. “you’re friending the wrong crowd, wangja-yah.”
chanyeol pauses, because seriously?
“yo, you there?”
“baekhyun-ah, what the-” chanyeol sits up straighter on his bed, flinging the high cut magazine with sehun in it.
“what the what?” baekhyun asks, and chanyeol snorts rather obnoxiously, too.
“yah, it’s my business with whom i hang out! i don’t remember i ever scolded you when you were ‘friending’ with the wrong crowd! come on!”
baekhyun gasps, “excuse me emo kids aren’t ‘the wrong crowd’! they taught me how to put eyeliner like a flawless mangod, okay, shut up!”
“kim jongin and oh sehun don’t wear guyliner and they look like mangods anyway!” chanyeol laughs, and at least baekhyun is following suit, all the tension from his voice is no longer detectable.
“commoner-sshi, you’re still my number one sidekick,” chanyeol declares softly, “i’m your handsome wangja park chanyeol from gangwon, and we’ll rule gangwon again soon. hang in there.”
baekhyun clicks his tongue, pretty sure grinning like an idiot. it’s not that hard to win over his best friend for the -nth time in the past years; they’re such suckers for friendship’s typical ups and downs.
“sooooooooo we okay now? like, okay okay until the end of the world okay?” chanyeol leans back to the pillows, crossing his ankles.
“sure thing, bro, it’s never the same without you here,” baekhyun gags and chanyeol makes a vomiting backsound. “by the way like, recently, jongdae has been receiving hatemails and his locker is vandalized. he went to woohyun’s gig last week and suddenly there were bruises on his arms and nape. fangirls are so scary, so sneaky ninja style. they’re able to hurt jongdae like that. damn. how about seoul’s fangirls?”
chanyeol grimaces.
“did jongdae tell you about that?” subconsciously, he folds his knees and hugs himself.
“are you kidding? he never says anything! but woohyun was not exactly silent and my-our lockers are near jongdae’s remember, so i saw and heard everything. woohyun is worried sick about him you know? he’s so sweet. rumor said there’s our classmate helping the bruising operation, too.”
“that’s...yeah. that’s scary,” chanyeol clears his throat. “so baekhyun-ah, you’re still pursuing your journalist dream?”
“of course,” baekhyun answers with a sheer determination, too proud by his dream he doesn’t notice chanyeol changes the topic about scary fangirls.
“and you, chanyeol-ah? i can help persuading your parents to let you take short acting classes before you’re forever stuc-”
“it’s okay,” chanyeol is in a stalemate. “i’ll be richer than you’ll ever be in ten years. you can work for me if your journalism career is d-e-a-d.”
“as if,” baekhyun boos.
chanyeol laughs because thankfully baekhyun buys his avoidance again.
“okay i’m tired, commoner-ah, unlike you, a wangja needs his handsome sleep,” he lets baekhyun to mock an apology for wasting a wangja’s precious time. “talk to you later!” and they bid cheerful goodbyes to each other.
chanyeol can’t sleep later, his traitorous mind decides to remind him of his glorious days when he was on stage with thunderous clapping and shouted praises and schoolmates looking at him with wonders in their eyes. and then jongdae’s catlike smile is among them all, glowing with warm orangey color but jongdae’s body is bleeding; colorful, manicured nails are scratching and pulling, and chanyeol just stands there, watching, his own seoul version of humiliation is visible from his bare toes-where are his favorite converse shoes-and suddenly, he can’t breathe.
kris has his right hand half hanging in the air, and in between gasping and wheezing, chanyeol asks, “w-what-” and kris is leaning down to wipe chanyeol’s sweaty fringe off of his forehead.
“i’m sorry did i wake you?” his voice is hoarse, like he’s caught flu. his cold palm is even colder tonight. he’s dressed in an old sweatshirt and striped pajama pants. chanyeol forgot to turn off his bedroom’s lamp and kris is looking ash-pale.
“hyung,” chanyeol sniffs, sitting up. he brushes kris’ wrist. “hyung are you sick?”
kris doesn’t answer.
chanyeol pulls him to sit down.
there are dark circles under kris’ eyes, and thisclose chanyeol can see kris is not breathing with his nose but through his mouth instead.
“have you taken a med?” chanyeol cups kris’ damp but burning neck with both hands. kris mutely nods, closing his eyes and sagging underneath chanyeol’s touch.
on baekhyun’s girly manhwas, and his collections of K-J-C dramas, too, the lead boy character is often offering his girl-interest to share the influenza germ by kissing so the girl can be cheerful again and that, really, all the lead boy character want is just to see the beautiful smile as his very own energy supply.
kris is not a girl. he smirks instead of smiling.
chanyeol is not in a manhwa, although he’s in a fictional situation anyway, and he loves kris.
he doesn’t mind to catch the influenza germ. he's not an idol. kris has to entertain his fans and it must be a torture to be on stage with deteriorating stamina.
besides, his christmas and new year’s eve holiday is coming soon, it won’t affect his study.
“hyung,” chanyeol nuzzles his nose to kris’ left cheek. “hyung, you can transfer your flu to me.”
kris frowns.
chanyeol smiles briefly. it’s not exactly begging to be kissed, right?
kris opens his mouth, but chanyeol interrupts him in case he’s going to object,
“you know what to do.”
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kris’ kisses, they are always different each time. but the tenderness never fades even when chanyeol demands for moremoremore. kris cradles chanyeol’s face or shoulders or hips or waist like he really cherishes chanyeol more than anything in the world.
that, or kris is still holding back, no matter how encouraging chanyeol is every time, to let kris kiss him french style or to just take him right there; on their living room’s couch.
kris shakes his head as he breaks their heated lip locking, putting chanyeol’s legs back to the couch and running a hand through his hair, scooting away from chanyeol’s pout.
“hyung-”
“no,” kris shakes his head again, breathing heavily. “we should get some sleep.”
chanyeol moves to the other edge of the couch, crossing his arms.
“hyung, what are you afraid of?” he huffs. “i’m willing.”
kris actually gapes at him, still handsomely though, and chanyeol blushes.
“what?!” he snaps. “it’s just sex.”
“do you even know what you’re saying?” kris asks coldly after a brief pause. “if i taste your body, and then you’re here 24/7 with me, do you think i will be able to hold back?” he looks angry, and his sudden grip on chanyeol’s left knee is strong.
but chanyeol is not going to back off. two months left, and honestly the last thing on his imaginary bucket list is this. plus, kris says he can’t hold back his libido if they ever to have sex once-isn’t that saying something of just how much kris wants him? so why not have a taste, because chanyeol is more than glad to get closer to kris, all pun intended.
he swallows eagerly before he clears his throat and says in a hopefully confident tone,
“then don’t! use me. you just have to ask beforehand. maybe if you did so, we wouldn’t have to-”
kris shuts him up with a teeth clanking kiss, pulls at the back of chanyeol’s head while biting chanyeol’s bottom lip in the process. chanyeol is excited beyond belief, but he doesn’t know the slightest idea of how to respond to the stimulations. he clutches the front of kris’ black jumper and then finds out that it’s perfectly fine to let out a moan to the kiss, as kris’ wet tongue invading his stiff one and when kris sucks his bottom lip, chanyeol’s hardening erection is twitching.
kris yanks him off of the couch and drags him none too gently to his unused bedroom, locks the door, throws chanyeol to the bed-face down-and he makes sure chanyeol doesn’t move from that position as he spits, presses two moist fingers inside and stretches him wide, wider with an addition of his ring finger. their engagement ring is cold against his warm skin, and then spectacular fireworks are ignited on chanyeol’s fluttering eyelids as kris’ longest finger jabs on something solid in him.
chanyeol has a pool of saliva on kris’ flawless grey sheet, and he tries to get to his knees, but kris growls on top of him, yanking his hair and asking what does he want.
chanyeol can only whimper. his erection is trapped between his rilakkuma sweats and the bed, and it hurts, but it hurts a whole hell lot more when kris finally penetrates him. they’re still fully dressed, and kris is sure leaving bruising fingerprints on chanyeol’s hips later as he thruststhruststhrusts viciously to chanyeol's heat.
kris finishes inside of him, biting the juncture of chanyeol’s neck and shoulder, his warm cum is gushing out of chanyeol and chanyeol himself shudders at the sensation as kris flips him to his back, quickly jerking him off, rubbing his (apparently) sensitive nipples and then chanyeol comes, sighing,
“hyung.”
kris kisses him tenderly before everything goes black.
baekhyun knocks the door after he makes sure ‘the ulzzangs’-as he refers jongin and sehun-are asleep on chanyeol’s parents guest room just on the other side of the traditional house. chanyeol grins as baekhyun brings two mugs of hot chocolate with him.
“you’re the best, commoner-sshi,” chanyeol blows the fragrant drink, patting the space next to his stuffed siberian husky from a cute girl dongsaeng last year. baekhyun sits there, and the best friends are enjoying the silence.
“you okay?” baekhyun nudges chanyeol’s socked toes with his similar one. “i will help to search again tomorrow. it must be out there somewhere.”
“thanks,” chanyeol sniffs. “i think i caught flu.”
“do you want to take a med?” baekhyun asks.
“yeah, after breakfast tomorrow,” chanyeol sips on the hot chocolate, “baekhyun-ah, will anyone notice if i don’t wear it? i mean, i didn’t, the ring is like,” he laughs, “it’s always been there so i never really...you know? like, it’s there, all the time, so i...never pay any mind. it’s there, where it belongs.”
baekhyun is not the slightly surprised when chanyeol starts sobbing like a lost child, spilling the hot chocolate all over his pajama pants baekhyun has to take it over and coax chanyeol to stop crying, wangja-yah, you look the ugliest when you cry, and chanyeol punches him on the chest weakly and when he changes into a new pair of pajama pants, that’s when baekhyun goes rigid.
he waits until chanyeol is snuggled, safe and sound, in front of him. his tears streaked face is not glowing like how baekhyun remembers, and the smile on his best friend’s dry lips are still the most beautiful, alright, but the sadness reflected on chanyeol’s watery eyes is too visible even when the lamps are turned off.
“what?” chanyeol huffs, shoving baekhyun’s arm.
baekhyun shrugs.
“oh come on!”
“you slept with him, didn’t you?” baekhyun runs his fingers on chanyeol’s left hip.
chanyeol winces. the bruises linger, fading blue spots with yellowing edges.
“did he hurt you?” baekhyun’s voice is wavering. “because if he did, i swear, park chanyeol, i swear i will-”
“baekhyun-ah,” chanyeol hugs the trembling, smaller boy, “baekhyun-ah, i wanted it, he didn’t hurt me, and everything’s fine. honest.”
“promise?” baekhyun is crying.
“i promise,” chanyeol nods, pouting. “why are you crying you’re so ugly when you cry!”
“whatever we’re the ugly crying brothers, then!” baekhyun cries even harder. “stop crying you giant baby!”
“you too, filthy commoner!” chanyeol stretches baekhyun’s cheeks. baekhyun pulls at his nose. they fight like two little girls until chanyeol’s umma comes barging into the room giving them a nice slap to their heads. it’s late.
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when chanyeol wakes up, he has a headache.
he sneezes rather loudly but fortunately baekhyun doesn’t even budge from his koala position hugging the bolster.
chanyeol washes his face and brushes his teeth. it’s still early, just a little after his parents’ usual breakfast time but the dining room is empty. he eats the simple korean breakfast, ends up filling his bowl with rice and more kimchi jjigae again before he takes a pill for his flu.
then he goes out to his parents’ house backyard to search for his fallen engagement ring when he was playing snowball fight with baekhyun, jongin, and sehun last night.
there, in the middle of thickening snow, is kris, crouching down with a mini shovel, digging.
chanyeol decides to sit on the provided and snow free stone bench, observing kris frowning and working.
chanyeol counts. nine thousand won in just fifteen minutes. kris has been frowning for forty five times.
it’s about time to save the idol from investing wrinkles in such a young age.
chanyeol tip toes to crouch down next to kris, and says,
“what did i say about bb cream won’t help you forever, hyung?” kris’ nose is rudolph the deer red. he looks cute wearing a pororo-esque beanie.
chanyeol smiles, “good morning!”
“hey,” kris greets him back, the first time he looks straight to chanyeol’s eyes after he left chanyeol alone on his own bedroom in seoul, tucked in fresh clothes and cleaned up, sore, satisfied, and sad. kris doesn’t talk to him. what is he doing here?
“i heard you lost your ring,” kris gently takes chanyeol’s right hand.
“i’m sorry.” chanyeol scrunches his nose. “when did you get here, hyung?”
“an hour ago? i took the earliest flight,” kris pulls chanyeol to his feet, not letting go of their entwined hands. “gangwon is a witch's tit. but the sceneries are so beautiful.”
chanyeol scoffs, “how could you! this is my hometown!”
kris smiles. he. smiles. and then he takes off his ring and throws it carelessly.
“HYUNG!” chanyeol gasps. their rings aren’t cheap. “HYUNG WHY?!”
but kris just laughs, annoyingly so, as he squeezes chanyeol’s cheeks so his lips are forming a fishy face.
“hyung!” chanyeol giggles, because kris is kissing him, hugging him, kissing him some more, and says,
“chanyeol-ah, let’s runaway together.”
to be c o n t i n u e d
QUESTIONs OF THE DAY;
1. sure i write this chapter in a fast paced timeline, but can’t you feel/don’t you think chanyeol is a little bit different here?
2. that he doesn’t overanalyse every possibilities, every little things that happen?
3. that he’s just living his life?
4. why do you think i seem to purposefully not writing/explaining about chanyeol's feeling after he lost his virginity in such...not vanilla way?
summary: that's right, this is your usual idol oppa/ordinary high school boy fake engagement story. unless you never read one. you know, you should click the link.
author notes: please pay attention to unmentioned, but hopefully not confusing timeline.
this chapter is moving faster than the usual. not because i’m lazy, but chanyeol wants it like that, also, why making shit longer if you can just put it in a 5,000-ish words, right, chanyeolla?
“i don’t usually ask for help, but when i do, it’s about my particular princess.”
“9gagger?”
“i have to polish my english skill, and 9gag is the right place to understand those americans’ inside jokes.”
“wait wait,” chanyeol finishes his banana milk, frowning. today there are only the two of them because sehun has to absent from school due to a photoshoot in jeju island. “wait, you’re saying, you’re going to move to america?”
jongin smirks, “accepted at juilliard. new york, baby.” he adds with his accented english.
chanyeol smiles, somehow feeling proud that one of his seoul friend is going to study overseas, although he has no idea what kind of school juilliard is. he will google it later.
“you asked me why i’m not on TV. well, park chanyeol, i will. america’s TV, for sure, is broadcasted all over the world. what do you say? not much of korean dancers out there. and then, i will come back home with more experiences. let the fame talks for me.”
“awesome!” chanyeol claps and jongin mocks a bow. “so what can i do for you, o, kim jongin?”
“you also asked about me and sehun, remember?” jongin crosses his arms behind his head, looking up to the ceiling of the deserted classroom on the fifth floor. the first snow just fell this morning, and again, jongin easily picked the lock of the said classroom.
chanyeol hums, because it still feels like he’s intruding their love life for asking that.
“when we said we have our own problems to mend, we weren’t lying. we do, chanyeol-ah, and for me, mostly, it’s about sehun.” jongin pauses, breathing irregularly and chanyeol dares to assume that jongin is being emotional right now. he must love sehun very much.
“sehun always insists he doesn’t want us to be 'boyfriends'. it’s ridiculous, because, well, after stolen kisses and shy, flirty texts between best friends, we started to have sex when we were fifteen. i just think that our physical and our soul’s bonds intensify as the years pass by. he can read me with ‘a glint in my eyes’ or the way i hesitate for a second when i know i’m wrong and he knows it too.
i’ve been doing nothing but treating him like the apple of my eyes. i really like him. i’m content enough with the way he sees our relationship as ‘mutual’. fine, i can live with that, but then i got accepted at juilliard and i just-”
chanyeol tries to process the information.
“have you talked to him about it?” he asks with a soft tone, knowing jongin is already clenching his fists.
“i did.”
“and sehun...?”
jongin laughs, but there’s no humor in his voice.
“we could be magnificent together, but he’s too scared. it will be too real, he said,” jongin shrugs, but he’s frowning. “what is ‘too real’ anyway?”
“well, mine’s fiction.”
“what?”
chanyeol scrunches his nose, he was too caught up by jongin’s transparent frustration, and subconsciously blurting out his own. he shouldn’t, really, because it’s jongin’s time to seek for his advice, right-but eventhough he will make peace with baekhyun, baekhyun won’t be as a good listener as jongin at the moment.
so.
“sorry,” he grins sheepishly, “go on, jongin-ah.”
jongin stares at him, and it’s unnerving after a while.
“i see,” jongin pats his back in a manly way, “it hurts all the same, huh?”
chanyeol snorts before he can’t help it.
“but i think your too real one is more devastating, i mean, it’s been years for you, jongin-ah, and you’re still holding on. give me some pointers!” he giggles at the end of his speech. jongin’s years versus his three months, sometimes chanyeol is too selfish when it comes to his own love life.
but jongin shakes his head, “years of knowing sehun won’t change easily are making me used to it. i don’t have to prove anything. but you, chanyeol-ah, by the time your contract ends, you’re going to mourn about places you didn’t visit with kris wufan. you’re going to daydream about what you did at this time of hour when you were with him and you will feel something is missing when you don’t, after. i’m slowly healing because sehun has always been by my side, but you know kris won’t.”
chanyeol doesn’t even need a nanosecond to verbalise answer to that.
“then all i have to do is to make full of my limited time! no big deal,” he hides his shaking hands on the pockets of his school’s trousers.
“you should make a bucket list, like a dying patient,” jongin begins to pick on his lunch again, he seems to buy chanyeol’s sunshine-y remark. “anyway about what i said earlier.”
“oh yeah, what can i help you with?” chanyeol counts to thirty for his nerves to stop overreacting. too bad he’s finished his lunch so he can’t make his hands busy. he takes refugee to the weight of his phone on his left pocket instead.
“i was thinking to make my princess jelly, just for the hell of it. it’ll be the first time i ever try to.”
“hahaha really? how come?!” at least he doesn’t sound too squeaky.
“because sehun never bothers to try to make me jealous. so i don’t either. but yesterday when i took him to the airport, he did say he doesn’t like the way i look at you,” jongin smirks, and then he looks at chanyeol. “what the fuckery, right.”
“i’m irresistible, i know,” chanyeol flicks his hair, fluttering his eyelashes. “i’m in! anything for my dear friend!”
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it should've been a simple jealousy trigger thingy, in which jongin and sehun takes chanyeol to a newly opened club in hongdae with fake IDs and jongin guiding chanyeol to the dance floor as sehun sulks over their booked private booth.
right. except that someone is taking photos of jongin kissing chanyeol and they're posting the photos to the internet.
of course, that becomes a new scandal, especially after chanyeol’s eighteenth birthday that was celebrated in private with MTV to film ‘the special moment’ to show how krisyeol was being sickeningly sweet. kris dressed up as gigantic luffy character from one piece manhwa complete with the straw hat, the red vest, the hideous blue shorts and the sandals-despite that it’s winter-and the fact that chanyeol was sending a heartwarming message to his parents and his best friend in gangwon via national television is actually making some of both krisyeol and chanyeol’s enthusiasts to strongly voice their disappointments.
questions like who is the other boy and why are flooding the entertainment news, internet world, and, of course, chanyeol’s bullies are coming back alive after their short hiatus on tormenting chanyeol’s school life, and what’s worse is chanyeol can’t-doesn’t have the right to tell kris, because kris has stopped sleeping in his bed ever since, and neither baekhyun or his parents or even ryeowook-sshi know about the unpleasant treatment.
maybe the only bright side of it all is how jongin appears almost painfully ignorant about everything. but he never leaves chanyeol alone, and he, without being asked to, and probably due to his boomerang effect plan to make sehun jealous-he chases away chanyeol’s bullies, spats swearing words right in front of their faces and he makes sure he escorts chanyeol to the car where lee-sshi is waiting everyday.
almost, is the key word, because chanyeol, not quite accidentally, walks on jongin; thisclose to execute a punch to sehun’s pretty face, with despair on his trembling voice,
“i love you, goddammit, i love you so much.”
and there’s old saying that the third time is the charm.
chanyeol sandwiches himself in between the two loverboys, touching jongin’s chest in order to calm him down but then sehun screams at him, “DON’T YOU DARE!” and chanyeol is a little bit too late to grab jongin because jongin is already slamming sehun to the locked door of their school’s rooftop; where they usually have lunch together.
“it was you, wasn’t it, oh fucking sehun,” jongin hisses, pressing a chocolate arm against sehun’s milky throat. “are you jealous now? why do you think i’ve never tried that fucking low trick at you, huh? i have years to make you see that i only have my eyes on you.”
sehun is crying.
“you don’t yell at chanyeol like that ever again, do you hear me?” jongin lets chanyeol to secure his arms behind his back, and sehun wipes at his face, his reddening eyes are blinded by fiery jealousy.
“I’M GOING TO YELL ANYWAY! I HAVE MOUTH!” sehun flinches when jongin takes a step closer, but chanyeol wraps his own arms around jongin’s body now.
sehun sniffs at the display, and then,
“i didn’t sell his fake engagement contract to the media. I AM DOING HIM A BIG. FAVOR.”
there’s a bucket of ice blocks numbing chanyeol’s head.
he’s scared. it’s a different kind of scared if it’s compared to the bullying, because chanyeol is the only one victim of it and that’s okay he’s not putting anyone in disadvantage; while the pink note will end kris’ career and it’s nobody’s fault anymore-this time it’ll be his.
his grip on jongin’s body is weakening, but he doesn’t want jongin to harm sehun in any way.
but.
sehun glares at him, answering his unvoiced question, “i scanned your note, okay?”
but.
“jesus christ sehun-ah,” jongin chokes, “it’s my fault.” he falls to his knees, bringing chanyeol to the floor with him.
“sehun-ah,” jongin shakes his head, gently removes chanyeol’s arms off of him, crawls to sehun’s legs to hug them as he continues, “please. don’t. chanyeol is-he’s a victim of my selfishness. we talked about it, remember? chanyeol was also a victim of whatever shit he had with his best friend and kris wufan. you said if you were in chanyeol’s place, you wouldn’t agree to the contract, hell, no you wouldn’t, because kris is nothing but a fucking stranger that thinks he can have just anyone to satisfy his hungry dick.
and after you returned chanyeol’s one piece manhwa, after a brief conversation you had with him, you said you admired chanyeol’s bravery to come to seoul, how honest chanyeol’s smile is even from afar and that you wanted to befriend him because we’d been too careless about the bullying-sehun-ah, look at me.”
sehun does, at jongin, then at chanyeol, again and again, until finally chanyeol finds the courage to smile in spite of the truth that sehun is the one delivering the bucket of ice blocks.
but sehun’s second tears invasion is for a whole different reason now.
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lu han-hyung personally takes sehun to the SM building to apologise. chanyeol watches with a...happy heart as ryeowook-sshi ruffles sehun’s hair, his motherly smile is reducing sehun (and lu han-hyung) into an incoherent mess. no press conference is needed, jongin and sehun’s name will remain anonymous, and the rest of it will be taken care by SM.
chanyeol makes a silent request for SM to handle a certain exo leader too.
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off the record, jongin did kiss chanyeol, and chanyeol kissed him back. they pretend it never happened. jongin really thinks chanyeol is prettier than sehun, present tense, and chanyeol was, still is, craving for kris’ kiss(es).
because it was chanyeol’s first clubbing ever, he got excited. but when jongin kissed him, the heavy bass thumping on the ground with a bunch of unknown people dancing around them, it was nothing compared to kris’ solitude kiss in a farthest corner of mbc building.
and honestly jongin is a good kisser.
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“umma, calm down,” chanyeol smiles to himself as he stirs a big mug of hot chocolate, his current antidote to have a dreamless sleep. “what? oh. it’s fine. i swear, i was just helping a friend! eh? it’s complicated, are you sure you want to hear all of it? hehehe...yes, i’m preparing to sleep. it’s okay. yes. ready?” and chanyeol does his best to summarize the ultimate jonghun’s love story for his umma, who obviously puts the phone on speaker because chanyeol can vaguely hear his appa’s question about minseok-hyung this minseok-hyung that.
chanyeol just doesn’t have the heart to break down the sensational news for his appa; he saw minseok-hyung kissed lu han-hyung when sehun went to apologize at SM headquarter a couple of days ago. minseok-hyung was most likely comforting lu han-hyung’s screwed dignity because of sehun’s behaviour; because the older man hasn’t stopped apologizing to him via tons of foods ever since.
“your friend, sehun, sounds like a bratty princess to me,” chanyeol snorts loudly at his umma’s spontaneous comment, because that exactly is!
“oh my god i thought you’ve gotten rid of that hideous habit, park chanyeol!”
“waeee umma! kris-hyung does it too and you never complain!” he fakes a whine. his umma hates it when he does; it never suits his baritone voice, she always reminds him.
“eyyy he’s not my flesh and blood so i’m not embarrassed by his lameness,” his umma giggles, “tell me he’s been behaving, chanyeol-ah.”
she adds as chanyeol thinks of a carefully formed answer, “what was his reaction about jongin?”
ah, the inevitable.
“hyung was...shocked. but he didn’t say a word about it,” that’s not even a white lie, “umma, he’s busy with exo promotion. he couldn’t waste his time for something so minor like me helping a friend.”
that’s the truth.
“i see,” chanyeol’s umma sighs in relief. “stay away from more troubles, chanyeol-ah, umma and appa are waiting for you here.”
“i’m trying,” chanyeol smiles to his lap, “i will graduate with good grades, and then i’ll be back home.”
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baekhyun, surprisingly, is not interested.
“kim jongin and oh sehun, right? ulzzangs, you know, so much drama. and they’re not even official yet?” baekhyun snorts rather obnoxiously from the other line. “you’re friending the wrong crowd, wangja-yah.”
chanyeol pauses, because seriously?
“yo, you there?”
“baekhyun-ah, what the-” chanyeol sits up straighter on his bed, flinging the high cut magazine with sehun in it.
“what the what?” baekhyun asks, and chanyeol snorts rather obnoxiously, too.
“yah, it’s my business with whom i hang out! i don’t remember i ever scolded you when you were ‘friending’ with the wrong crowd! come on!”
baekhyun gasps, “excuse me emo kids aren’t ‘the wrong crowd’! they taught me how to put eyeliner like a flawless mangod, okay, shut up!”
“kim jongin and oh sehun don’t wear guyliner and they look like mangods anyway!” chanyeol laughs, and at least baekhyun is following suit, all the tension from his voice is no longer detectable.
“commoner-sshi, you’re still my number one sidekick,” chanyeol declares softly, “i’m your handsome wangja park chanyeol from gangwon, and we’ll rule gangwon again soon. hang in there.”
baekhyun clicks his tongue, pretty sure grinning like an idiot. it’s not that hard to win over his best friend for the -nth time in the past years; they’re such suckers for friendship’s typical ups and downs.
“sooooooooo we okay now? like, okay okay until the end of the world okay?” chanyeol leans back to the pillows, crossing his ankles.
“sure thing, bro, it’s never the same without you here,” baekhyun gags and chanyeol makes a vomiting backsound. “by the way like, recently, jongdae has been receiving hatemails and his locker is vandalized. he went to woohyun’s gig last week and suddenly there were bruises on his arms and nape. fangirls are so scary, so sneaky ninja style. they’re able to hurt jongdae like that. damn. how about seoul’s fangirls?”
chanyeol grimaces.
“did jongdae tell you about that?” subconsciously, he folds his knees and hugs himself.
“are you kidding? he never says anything! but woohyun was not exactly silent and my-our lockers are near jongdae’s remember, so i saw and heard everything. woohyun is worried sick about him you know? he’s so sweet. rumor said there’s our classmate helping the bruising operation, too.”
“that’s...yeah. that’s scary,” chanyeol clears his throat. “so baekhyun-ah, you’re still pursuing your journalist dream?”
“of course,” baekhyun answers with a sheer determination, too proud by his dream he doesn’t notice chanyeol changes the topic about scary fangirls.
“and you, chanyeol-ah? i can help persuading your parents to let you take short acting classes before you’re forever stuc-”
“it’s okay,” chanyeol is in a stalemate. “i’ll be richer than you’ll ever be in ten years. you can work for me if your journalism career is d-e-a-d.”
“as if,” baekhyun boos.
chanyeol laughs because thankfully baekhyun buys his avoidance again.
“okay i’m tired, commoner-ah, unlike you, a wangja needs his handsome sleep,” he lets baekhyun to mock an apology for wasting a wangja’s precious time. “talk to you later!” and they bid cheerful goodbyes to each other.
chanyeol can’t sleep later, his traitorous mind decides to remind him of his glorious days when he was on stage with thunderous clapping and shouted praises and schoolmates looking at him with wonders in their eyes. and then jongdae’s catlike smile is among them all, glowing with warm orangey color but jongdae’s body is bleeding; colorful, manicured nails are scratching and pulling, and chanyeol just stands there, watching, his own seoul version of humiliation is visible from his bare toes-where are his favorite converse shoes-and suddenly, he can’t breathe.
kris has his right hand half hanging in the air, and in between gasping and wheezing, chanyeol asks, “w-what-” and kris is leaning down to wipe chanyeol’s sweaty fringe off of his forehead.
“i’m sorry did i wake you?” his voice is hoarse, like he’s caught flu. his cold palm is even colder tonight. he’s dressed in an old sweatshirt and striped pajama pants. chanyeol forgot to turn off his bedroom’s lamp and kris is looking ash-pale.
“hyung,” chanyeol sniffs, sitting up. he brushes kris’ wrist. “hyung are you sick?”
kris doesn’t answer.
chanyeol pulls him to sit down.
there are dark circles under kris’ eyes, and thisclose chanyeol can see kris is not breathing with his nose but through his mouth instead.
“have you taken a med?” chanyeol cups kris’ damp but burning neck with both hands. kris mutely nods, closing his eyes and sagging underneath chanyeol’s touch.
on baekhyun’s girly manhwas, and his collections of K-J-C dramas, too, the lead boy character is often offering his girl-interest to share the influenza germ by kissing so the girl can be cheerful again and that, really, all the lead boy character want is just to see the beautiful smile as his very own energy supply.
kris is not a girl. he smirks instead of smiling.
chanyeol is not in a manhwa, although he’s in a fictional situation anyway, and he loves kris.
he doesn’t mind to catch the influenza germ. he's not an idol. kris has to entertain his fans and it must be a torture to be on stage with deteriorating stamina.
besides, his christmas and new year’s eve holiday is coming soon, it won’t affect his study.
“hyung,” chanyeol nuzzles his nose to kris’ left cheek. “hyung, you can transfer your flu to me.”
kris frowns.
chanyeol smiles briefly. it’s not exactly begging to be kissed, right?
kris opens his mouth, but chanyeol interrupts him in case he’s going to object,
“you know what to do.”
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kris’ kisses, they are always different each time. but the tenderness never fades even when chanyeol demands for moremoremore. kris cradles chanyeol’s face or shoulders or hips or waist like he really cherishes chanyeol more than anything in the world.
that, or kris is still holding back, no matter how encouraging chanyeol is every time, to let kris kiss him french style or to just take him right there; on their living room’s couch.
kris shakes his head as he breaks their heated lip locking, putting chanyeol’s legs back to the couch and running a hand through his hair, scooting away from chanyeol’s pout.
“hyung-”
“no,” kris shakes his head again, breathing heavily. “we should get some sleep.”
chanyeol moves to the other edge of the couch, crossing his arms.
“hyung, what are you afraid of?” he huffs. “i’m willing.”
kris actually gapes at him, still handsomely though, and chanyeol blushes.
“what?!” he snaps. “it’s just sex.”
“do you even know what you’re saying?” kris asks coldly after a brief pause. “if i taste your body, and then you’re here 24/7 with me, do you think i will be able to hold back?” he looks angry, and his sudden grip on chanyeol’s left knee is strong.
but chanyeol is not going to back off. two months left, and honestly the last thing on his imaginary bucket list is this. plus, kris says he can’t hold back his libido if they ever to have sex once-isn’t that saying something of just how much kris wants him? so why not have a taste, because chanyeol is more than glad to get closer to kris, all pun intended.
he swallows eagerly before he clears his throat and says in a hopefully confident tone,
“then don’t! use me. you just have to ask beforehand. maybe if you did so, we wouldn’t have to-”
kris shuts him up with a teeth clanking kiss, pulls at the back of chanyeol’s head while biting chanyeol’s bottom lip in the process. chanyeol is excited beyond belief, but he doesn’t know the slightest idea of how to respond to the stimulations. he clutches the front of kris’ black jumper and then finds out that it’s perfectly fine to let out a moan to the kiss, as kris’ wet tongue invading his stiff one and when kris sucks his bottom lip, chanyeol’s hardening erection is twitching.
kris yanks him off of the couch and drags him none too gently to his unused bedroom, locks the door, throws chanyeol to the bed-face down-and he makes sure chanyeol doesn’t move from that position as he spits, presses two moist fingers inside and stretches him wide, wider with an addition of his ring finger. their engagement ring is cold against his warm skin, and then spectacular fireworks are ignited on chanyeol’s fluttering eyelids as kris’ longest finger jabs on something solid in him.
chanyeol has a pool of saliva on kris’ flawless grey sheet, and he tries to get to his knees, but kris growls on top of him, yanking his hair and asking what does he want.
chanyeol can only whimper. his erection is trapped between his rilakkuma sweats and the bed, and it hurts, but it hurts a whole hell lot more when kris finally penetrates him. they’re still fully dressed, and kris is sure leaving bruising fingerprints on chanyeol’s hips later as he thruststhruststhrusts viciously to chanyeol's heat.
kris finishes inside of him, biting the juncture of chanyeol’s neck and shoulder, his warm cum is gushing out of chanyeol and chanyeol himself shudders at the sensation as kris flips him to his back, quickly jerking him off, rubbing his (apparently) sensitive nipples and then chanyeol comes, sighing,
“hyung.”
kris kisses him tenderly before everything goes black.
baekhyun knocks the door after he makes sure ‘the ulzzangs’-as he refers jongin and sehun-are asleep on chanyeol’s parents guest room just on the other side of the traditional house. chanyeol grins as baekhyun brings two mugs of hot chocolate with him.
“you’re the best, commoner-sshi,” chanyeol blows the fragrant drink, patting the space next to his stuffed siberian husky from a cute girl dongsaeng last year. baekhyun sits there, and the best friends are enjoying the silence.
“you okay?” baekhyun nudges chanyeol’s socked toes with his similar one. “i will help to search again tomorrow. it must be out there somewhere.”
“thanks,” chanyeol sniffs. “i think i caught flu.”
“do you want to take a med?” baekhyun asks.
“yeah, after breakfast tomorrow,” chanyeol sips on the hot chocolate, “baekhyun-ah, will anyone notice if i don’t wear it? i mean, i didn’t, the ring is like,” he laughs, “it’s always been there so i never really...you know? like, it’s there, all the time, so i...never pay any mind. it’s there, where it belongs.”
baekhyun is not the slightly surprised when chanyeol starts sobbing like a lost child, spilling the hot chocolate all over his pajama pants baekhyun has to take it over and coax chanyeol to stop crying, wangja-yah, you look the ugliest when you cry, and chanyeol punches him on the chest weakly and when he changes into a new pair of pajama pants, that’s when baekhyun goes rigid.
he waits until chanyeol is snuggled, safe and sound, in front of him. his tears streaked face is not glowing like how baekhyun remembers, and the smile on his best friend’s dry lips are still the most beautiful, alright, but the sadness reflected on chanyeol’s watery eyes is too visible even when the lamps are turned off.
“what?” chanyeol huffs, shoving baekhyun’s arm.
baekhyun shrugs.
“oh come on!”
“you slept with him, didn’t you?” baekhyun runs his fingers on chanyeol’s left hip.
chanyeol winces. the bruises linger, fading blue spots with yellowing edges.
“did he hurt you?” baekhyun’s voice is wavering. “because if he did, i swear, park chanyeol, i swear i will-”
“baekhyun-ah,” chanyeol hugs the trembling, smaller boy, “baekhyun-ah, i wanted it, he didn’t hurt me, and everything’s fine. honest.”
“promise?” baekhyun is crying.
“i promise,” chanyeol nods, pouting. “why are you crying you’re so ugly when you cry!”
“whatever we’re the ugly crying brothers, then!” baekhyun cries even harder. “stop crying you giant baby!”
“you too, filthy commoner!” chanyeol stretches baekhyun’s cheeks. baekhyun pulls at his nose. they fight like two little girls until chanyeol’s umma comes barging into the room giving them a nice slap to their heads. it’s late.
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when chanyeol wakes up, he has a headache.
he sneezes rather loudly but fortunately baekhyun doesn’t even budge from his koala position hugging the bolster.
chanyeol washes his face and brushes his teeth. it’s still early, just a little after his parents’ usual breakfast time but the dining room is empty. he eats the simple korean breakfast, ends up filling his bowl with rice and more kimchi jjigae again before he takes a pill for his flu.
then he goes out to his parents’ house backyard to search for his fallen engagement ring when he was playing snowball fight with baekhyun, jongin, and sehun last night.
there, in the middle of thickening snow, is kris, crouching down with a mini shovel, digging.
chanyeol decides to sit on the provided and snow free stone bench, observing kris frowning and working.
chanyeol counts. nine thousand won in just fifteen minutes. kris has been frowning for forty five times.
it’s about time to save the idol from investing wrinkles in such a young age.
chanyeol tip toes to crouch down next to kris, and says,
“what did i say about bb cream won’t help you forever, hyung?” kris’ nose is rudolph the deer red. he looks cute wearing a pororo-esque beanie.
chanyeol smiles, “good morning!”
“hey,” kris greets him back, the first time he looks straight to chanyeol’s eyes after he left chanyeol alone on his own bedroom in seoul, tucked in fresh clothes and cleaned up, sore, satisfied, and sad. kris doesn’t talk to him. what is he doing here?
“i heard you lost your ring,” kris gently takes chanyeol’s right hand.
“i’m sorry.” chanyeol scrunches his nose. “when did you get here, hyung?”
“an hour ago? i took the earliest flight,” kris pulls chanyeol to his feet, not letting go of their entwined hands. “gangwon is a witch's tit. but the sceneries are so beautiful.”
chanyeol scoffs, “how could you! this is my hometown!”
kris smiles. he. smiles. and then he takes off his ring and throws it carelessly.
“HYUNG!” chanyeol gasps. their rings aren’t cheap. “HYUNG WHY?!”
but kris just laughs, annoyingly so, as he squeezes chanyeol’s cheeks so his lips are forming a fishy face.
“hyung!” chanyeol giggles, because kris is kissing him, hugging him, kissing him some more, and says,
“chanyeol-ah, let’s runaway together.”
to be c o n t i n u e d
QUESTIONs OF THE DAY;
1. sure i write this chapter in a fast paced timeline, but can’t you feel/don’t you think chanyeol is a little bit different here?
2. that he doesn’t overanalyse every possibilities, every little things that happen?
3. that he’s just living his life?
4. why do you think i seem to purposefully not writing/explaining about chanyeol's feeling after he lost his virginity in such...not vanilla way?