exo: 525,600 minutes
525,600 minutes
→ chanyeol/kyungsoo ; 658 w.
→ kyungsoo measures the seasons in the curve of chanyeol's smile.
→ let it be known that reeza has excellent skills of coercion. ♥
kyungsoo doesn’t read manhwa.
manhwa always paints snowy days in a magical sort of light. sun glimmers off the piles of snow on the sidewalk, tree branches sway gently with the promise of a beautiful bloom come spring. walking down the streets with christmas music in the background is supposed to feel like being in a music video.
from the eleventh floor of his apartment building, seoul is a demure expanse of white, stretching as far as the eye can see. if he squints, he can just make out the outline of one of the bridges along the river, twinkling with golden car lights in the late afternoon. light snow is falling today, but living in seoul has taught kyungsoo not to fall for its deceptive innocence. in the height of winter, the city is either very cold or unbearably cold. there is no in-between.
the apartment unit’s in-house heating seeps into the tips of kyungsoo’s toes. it’s working, definitely, but it does little to warm any other part of his body save his feet.
"soo, i'm bored," comes a whine from behind kyungsoo, then the rustling of sheets, then the padding of socks against the wooden floor. a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist, warm even through the wool of his cardigan.
a snowflake lands on the windowpane. it’s not as perfectly shaped as the ones in animated tv shows, but still delicate, still beautiful. "you were asleep for an hour, yeol. i'm the one who should’ve been bored."
kyungsoo doesn’t have to turn to know there’s a grin on chanyeol’s face. instead, he contents himself with the feeling of chanyeol’s chin resting lightly on his shoulder. "i wish we could go out. we could walk around and have fun or something." there’s always an odd lilt to the end of his sentences when chanyeol replaces periods with pouts. it’s one of the many habits chanyeol had picked up from their best friend of eight years, byun baekhyun. inconveniently disarming, terribly cute.
"who says," kyungsoo begins, wriggling around to face chanyeol, "we have to go out to have fun?"
he can see chanyeol’s grin at its fullest now. there’s something unconventional about it - it’s not perfect, it’s actually very lopsided, pretty goofy, even, but kyungsoo loves it. it’s warmer than summer, gentler than spring. autumn in the curve of his lips and winter at the edges. a smile that never changes despite the season, or rather, a smile for all the seasons.
chanyeol’s arms tighten around him. kyungsoo’s lips meet chanyeol’s halfway as they lean forward to close the distance between them, smiles melting into the soft pressure of their mouths against each other’s. reciprocation is how they’ve always worked.
"snuggling sounds fun," chanyeol murmurs. the same deep voice that stole kyungsoo’s heart all those years ago still makes his pulse jump, still makes his entire being ache with a need for this - for them - to last forever.
kyungsoo makes no objection when chanyeol takes his hand and leads him away from the window, into the small, messy blanket fortress on his bed. propping his back against the headboard, chanyeol pulls kyungsoo close, encasing them both in the soft linen sheets.
"are you cold?"
kyungsoo leans his head against chanyeol’s chest, shakes it once. "i'm okay." their bodies are warmer and a better fit than any custom-tailored cardigan. a safehouse of sorts for everything. it doesn’t matter if none of the pieces of life’s puzzle fit; kyungsoo knows this one always will.
for a while, only the ticking of his alarm clock on the nightstand and the muted sounds of seoul traffic permeate the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing. chanyeol rubs a comforting, large hand up and down kyungsoo’s arm.
"hey, soo?" chanyeol ventures.
"yeah?"
"do you wanna read my new manhwa together?"
chanyeol’s sweater does little to conceal the smile spreading on kyungsoo’s face. he doesn’t turn down the offer.
notes:
1. the title of this fic was inspired by rent's seasons of love, and is actually the total number of minutes there are in a year.
→ chanyeol/kyungsoo ; 658 w.
→ kyungsoo measures the seasons in the curve of chanyeol's smile.
→ let it be known that reeza has excellent skills of coercion. ♥
kyungsoo doesn’t read manhwa.
manhwa always paints snowy days in a magical sort of light. sun glimmers off the piles of snow on the sidewalk, tree branches sway gently with the promise of a beautiful bloom come spring. walking down the streets with christmas music in the background is supposed to feel like being in a music video.
from the eleventh floor of his apartment building, seoul is a demure expanse of white, stretching as far as the eye can see. if he squints, he can just make out the outline of one of the bridges along the river, twinkling with golden car lights in the late afternoon. light snow is falling today, but living in seoul has taught kyungsoo not to fall for its deceptive innocence. in the height of winter, the city is either very cold or unbearably cold. there is no in-between.
the apartment unit’s in-house heating seeps into the tips of kyungsoo’s toes. it’s working, definitely, but it does little to warm any other part of his body save his feet.
"soo, i'm bored," comes a whine from behind kyungsoo, then the rustling of sheets, then the padding of socks against the wooden floor. a pair of arms wrap themselves around his waist, warm even through the wool of his cardigan.
a snowflake lands on the windowpane. it’s not as perfectly shaped as the ones in animated tv shows, but still delicate, still beautiful. "you were asleep for an hour, yeol. i'm the one who should’ve been bored."
kyungsoo doesn’t have to turn to know there’s a grin on chanyeol’s face. instead, he contents himself with the feeling of chanyeol’s chin resting lightly on his shoulder. "i wish we could go out. we could walk around and have fun or something." there’s always an odd lilt to the end of his sentences when chanyeol replaces periods with pouts. it’s one of the many habits chanyeol had picked up from their best friend of eight years, byun baekhyun. inconveniently disarming, terribly cute.
"who says," kyungsoo begins, wriggling around to face chanyeol, "we have to go out to have fun?"
he can see chanyeol’s grin at its fullest now. there’s something unconventional about it - it’s not perfect, it’s actually very lopsided, pretty goofy, even, but kyungsoo loves it. it’s warmer than summer, gentler than spring. autumn in the curve of his lips and winter at the edges. a smile that never changes despite the season, or rather, a smile for all the seasons.
chanyeol’s arms tighten around him. kyungsoo’s lips meet chanyeol’s halfway as they lean forward to close the distance between them, smiles melting into the soft pressure of their mouths against each other’s. reciprocation is how they’ve always worked.
"snuggling sounds fun," chanyeol murmurs. the same deep voice that stole kyungsoo’s heart all those years ago still makes his pulse jump, still makes his entire being ache with a need for this - for them - to last forever.
kyungsoo makes no objection when chanyeol takes his hand and leads him away from the window, into the small, messy blanket fortress on his bed. propping his back against the headboard, chanyeol pulls kyungsoo close, encasing them both in the soft linen sheets.
"are you cold?"
kyungsoo leans his head against chanyeol’s chest, shakes it once. "i'm okay." their bodies are warmer and a better fit than any custom-tailored cardigan. a safehouse of sorts for everything. it doesn’t matter if none of the pieces of life’s puzzle fit; kyungsoo knows this one always will.
for a while, only the ticking of his alarm clock on the nightstand and the muted sounds of seoul traffic permeate the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing. chanyeol rubs a comforting, large hand up and down kyungsoo’s arm.
"hey, soo?" chanyeol ventures.
"yeah?"
"do you wanna read my new manhwa together?"
chanyeol’s sweater does little to conceal the smile spreading on kyungsoo’s face. he doesn’t turn down the offer.
notes:
1. the title of this fic was inspired by rent's seasons of love, and is actually the total number of minutes there are in a year.